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selya711-twiste · 1 year

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soooooooo,,, rollo, huh- after ur other oneshot im craving more rollo content from you badly. would you do a male reader x rollo sharing a blanket cuz its cold outside? maybe with reader being a bit of a blanket hog

keeping warm

Rollo Flamme x reader It sounds reasonable to sleep together and use each other's bodies as a heat source. However, you're also a bit of a menace.

I've been letting this request cook for too long when it's exactly what I need rn. what the eff! it's so cold! and it's going to get worse soon!! I hope you're enjoying your holidays tho anon. i wish we all have a rollo to troll cuddle with. once again y/n is a sweet little jerk as per my last fic. it's just the best y/n possible for rollo. happy rollodays and rollo year

You can't forget the look on his face when you brought up the idea of sleeping together. It takes a lot to get under Rollo's skin, but something about you makes him so jumpy. It was impossible to miss the twitch in the corner of his lips as he brought his handkerchief to his face. He questioned your motives, as he always does whenever you do anything. You reasoned that the winter temperature warrants it, and you two have already been so close as of late... Intimate, rather. it's a word that hasn't passed him by until you came around.

He seemed so reluctant to share a room with you, but you convinced him enough for him to say yes. He invited you to his room this evening and you made no protest as you assumed that it was where he was more comfortable sleeping. Rollo is still new to being so close to anyone that he might just be awake the whole night if he were in your place. You wouldn't want to add another ring to the dark circles under his eyes, would you?

Night finally falls, and you make your way to his dorm room. Noble Bell College at night was surely a sight. You clutch your pillow as your eyes trace the shadows on every candelabra you pass by until you finally arrive. "Rollo?" You knock on his door thrice.

You had a brief thought of just getting in without knocking, but you wouldn't want to risk whatever might happen with the man on the other side. You don't check if it's locked because Rollo would surely take note of you trying to get in from the sound of the knob rattling.

You don't get to knock one more time when Rollo finally answers. "Good evening," he greets you in his pajamas. You stare at him up and down because of how different he suddenly looked. He would look so cool and imposing in his council president uniform, but right now he appeared so relaxed to you.

Are those his collarbones?

"Won't you come in? What are you so surprised about? You're wearing the same clothes as I am," he sighs as he stands aside to give way to you. "Ah, so sorry."

You feel a little more overwhelmed as soon as you do step into his room. Everything about Rollo's space is so clean, as expected, but not only that... It's just so full of him. All of his belongings from his books to the pens neatly arranged on his desk, to the chairs where he sits, and the closet full of his clothes... And then his bed, right there. You're just so tempted to dive right into it, but your host is still standing behind you, wondering what could possibly be on your mind as you were looking all over the place.

You look down at the pillow that you brought with you, before looking at the ones on Rollo's bed. It must be the privilege of being the leader of the whole student body to afford a room twice as big as the standard dorm room, so it's reasonable that even his bed was a bit bigger. Well, in exchange, he has a whole lot more duties to attend to compared to the average student.

"It is best we go to sleep now as we have classes tomorrow," he says as he walks past you. Rollo makes a gesture toward your side of the bed which you follow obediently as he makes his way to the other. You place your pillow down and enter the covers while he puts out the light.

The mattress in his bed is standard, so it isn't different from yours back in your own room. What you become flustered about is how much stronger his scent was all over his sheets and pillows. Your heartbeat becomes even faster as you feel his weight on the space next to yours, the blankets shifting with Rollo taking the other side.

"Goodnight," he softly greets you and he closes his eyes.

Wait, is that it...?

This went very differently in your head. For starters, he didn't even bother engaging in a late-night conversation with you after you came into his room. You think that maybe you should have initiated it, but you also zoomed into lying down on his bed. You look at Rollo who is lying flat on his back with his hands on his chest looking all peaceful.

Is he already asleep?!

Even the gargoyle in the bell tower is softer compared to him, you think to yourself. "Rollo?" You mutter as to not startle him as you slowly come closer to his side. "Hm?" It was a low noise, but it was enough for you to know that he was actually still awake. It's only been a few seconds in so there's no way would drift off that fast.

"...Nothing, goodnight," you answer back and turn around. You feel a little bit let down. Cuddling would be really ideal in this weather, but you can't bring yourself to throw yourself onto him anymore.

Yes, Rollo has to be the one to go to you this time. That's why you start pulling the blankets away from him. You wonder what kind of face he's making as he gently pulls them back from you, only for you to reel in almost all of the covers away from his body. Otherwise, the warmth of the whole duvet on top of you and in your arms feels so comfortable as the snow continues to fall outside. If nothing happens next, you'd surely fall asleep right then and there.

"Do you mind?" He whispers right against your ear, causing you to jump slightly. "What is it, Rollo?" You respond coyly and embrace the duvet closer. "You know what it is," he answers back and tries to pull the sheets away from you again. It feels like a fun game of tug of war, and you hope he's not too mad about it. By now, he should become used to the way you flirt, which just seemed to be getting on his nerves as much as possible that he questions why you've ended up in his heart instead.

"Why, it sure must be cold on your side... There's only enough of this blanket on mine. Won't you sleep much closer to me, Rollo?"

"This is such a roundabout way of asking me to cuddle with you."

"So you've thought about it, then?" You turn around and find him right behind you, his eyes gazing into yours. His hair, which was usually neatly combed during the day, was now a little disheveled from his moving around. Rollo looked unsure, and even his hand that was slightly above you seemed like he was still choosing between holding you or grabbing the covers back. "I didn't want to intrude on your space," he sighs and wraps his hand around the duvet after all, hesitant to touch you.

You lean forward and rest your head on his chest. "I do that to you all the time." You do the work for your awkward boyfriend and pull the blanket away from his hand. You place the covers over both of you and eventually wrap your arms around him. "Can we sleep like this?"

Rollo is reluctant to return the gesture, but his arms don't have anywhere else to go but around your form. It wasn't that he disliked you, or else you never would've set foot in his room at all. To put it bluntly, you were overwhelming, but he knows in his heart how distant he was from everyone until you took the initiative to come running to him, straight into his arms like you are now.

"Of course."

Rollo feels a bit of shame about how livelier you were than him when it came to showing affection. In the end, you were still the one taking the reins whenever it came to you two being intimate with one another. Either way, he was in bliss just having you here with him now, and softens up.

The night goes on quietly as you focus on the gentle rise and fall of his chest next to the sound of his heartbeat. You feel Rollo's arms eventually relax and embrace you more fully. It now feels so much warmer and more genuine, you can't help but melt into him. It was just so rewarding to feel his hesitance slowly disappear as he holds you even closer to his body.

"Sleep tight," he whispers against the top of your head and it feels like a little kiss. You think about coming over every night from now on regardless of what season it was as you drift off to sleep. Surely he wouldn't mind.

#rollo flamme x reader #rollo flamm x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #rollo flamme #microsoft word #male reader but i dont think ive done much abt it at all in this fic #but im sure that if it was a fem reader rollo would be as red as riddle the whole time because he just seems like hes less used to girls #just my personal onions tho #hope u enjoyed none the less #bro is shy give him some time

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gudvina · 2 months

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The things I do to keep you near.

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Chapter 9: I need you to know (not too much)

Can be read on AO3. <3

74th Hunger Games, part seven.

He should have known Gloria would come back. She left just after he sent Katniss an ointment for her burns, parting with recommendations that they rest a little, not to work themselves too hard. He’d thought she’d be like the occasional sponsors, for a fleeting moment. The ones that came in, signed their deals and left.

But there was nothing occasional about Gloria.

Just a few hours after midnight Haymitch and Effie came down to the Sponsors’ Lounge, and were surprised to find Gloria already there. She was sitting by Chaff’s stand, between him and Faustina, Eleven’s escort. The lounge was almost empty, and the Victor’s voice bellowed across the room, inviting them to their stand.

The table was already set for breakfast, and two added seats were already waiting for them. It was suspiciously convenient, and his friend’s unusually cordial smile didn’t help his scepticism. He knew what this was all about. He’d feared this would happen the moment Katniss spotted Rue clinging to the branches of that damn tree.

An alliance. He’d made a few in the first years of his mentorship, before giving up altogether. He’d sworn he’d never make one again.

“Up, up, up, ‘Mitch!” Chaff teased, mocking Effie lightly, “How did you sleep?”

“Ha, ha, how funny” Effie rolled her eyes and took a bite of a pastry. She was trying to fight the remnants of sleep, and he knew that it would probably take another strong cup of coffee to fully wake her up. It was surprising that, despite the lack of sleep, her makeup was still flawless.

“Come on, Effs, you know Chaff”, Faustina smiled. She was sipping on some pink coloured juice, reclining on the sofa. He didn’t know how close Effie was with the other escorts, but he’d heard enough about Faustina from both her and his friend. Incredibly tone deaf, but she was determined to get a winner and that meant that she tried her absolute best every year. The only thing that differentiated her from Effie was the lack of grief after losing.

“Yeah, she knows me. How’s boyfriend, by the way?”.

Effie froze beside him, and Haymitch glared at his friend. He knew that it came from a place of caring, but Chaff didn’t have the right to question her about Crane.

“Crane is fine where he’s at”, Haymitch grumbled.

“Good, now that we’ve asked about friends and family, Chaff, why don’t you begin with the serious subject?”.

Chaff took Gloria’s suggestion, and started to talk about the benefits of an alliance. It would help both their tributes when receiving a gift, and if anything happened to one of them the funds for one would go directly to the other’s mentor. It wasn’t the worst he’d ever had to sign, and after all Chaff was his friend. His tributes this year weren’t the worst, but they’d been outshined by his girl, so it was only fair.

“You know what I feel about alliances, but I will accept. Only this once”.

“I knew I could count on you. So, Effie, are you ready to team up with Faustina?”.

“Chaff, I’ve known Effie from the Academy. We’re always ready to team up!”, Faustina quipped in, winking at Effie, “When we were sixteen, we had a modelling exam and we passed with flying colours! Seneca was quite taken with the result”. Haymitch frowned and looked at Effie, confused by what he’d just heard. A modelling exam? What the fuck was that?

“Faustina, I’d rather not discuss our modelling exams”.

“Oh, come on! It was so fun. Well, maybe we were a little young for certain poses, they were a little risqué, but Mr Sewned loved the pictures. I think Seneca still has some of them, maybe I should ask”.

“We were sixteen, Tina”.

“Since when have you become such a prude? You don’t want to talk about our exams and you don’t sleep with sponsors anymore, not even with Seneca. I’m starting to think your mother has rubbed off on you”.

“And I’m starting to think this conversation is over, darling. Whatever Effie does is none of your business”. Gloria redirected the conversation towards the strategies for their incoming interviews.

Every year, at the start of the games, mentors and escorts were supposed to give out interviews. It was during these interviews that alliances were laid out. Effie listened to Gloria’s tips, taking notes on her little notebook. Gloria’s whole strategy had always been to charm the audience, making it fall at its feet, and as he listened to her he understood that Effie had, during her training, made hers the woman’s lessons.

“Haymitch and Chaff, instead, should be a little more… affable than usual. I will explain later, but Chaff, you know I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t absolutely necessary”.

“I know, Gloria. Remember I swore to my old man I’d listen to you, so you don’t have to worry about me. Look at Haymitch, instead. He’s the one who’s hell bent into upsetting people. Poor Trinket has almost had a heart attack once or twice”.

“Haymitch can behave when he wants to, so he’s not a problem”.

“When he wants to, yeah”.

“I’m right here, y’know that, right?”.

Effie and Chaff smirked, but then turned their attention back to Gloria.

“Effie, I need you to engage audience and sponsors a little more. We need your savoir-faire more than ever, so you can lead the conversation and Faustina can also have a little of the spotlight. It’s not going to be easy, but you can do it”.

“What do you mean with engaging the sponsors?”, Haymitch asked.

“The usual, a little harmless flirting here and there. Nothing I haven’t done myself”.

“Those freaks are going to want to follow up on it”.

“Effie will know how to deal with it. I’m not asking her to sleep with them, Haymitch. I’m asking her to play pretend”.

It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t say anything without mentioning their marriage, so he just clenched his jaw and ignored Effie squeezing his hand under the table. The conversation continued for another half hour, and dawn was still one hour away. Breakfast ended in a high note for everyone but him, and they all parted to prepare their stands.

Effie was arranging the documents, unusually silent. She probably sensed his irritation.

“Modelling exams? What the fuck was that about?”, he asked, lighting up the mood a little.

“Yes, they were mandatory at the Academy. They gave us a prompt and we used to spin a shooting around it”.

“So, you were sixteen doing strip teases for pictures that would be sent to a fifty-year-old man?”

“You make it sound so bad, but Mr Sewned was a professional, and it wasn’t strip teases. I admit we were a little precocious, but they were harmless compared to those awful magazines you and Chaff like to go through”. She wrinkled her nose, and he smirked. He’d never actually looked at Chaff’s zines more than once, as they never did anything for him, but Effie seemed to be of the impression that he was doing who knows what with them, and he liked to know he wasn’t the only jealous one there.

At least on that, their marriage was balanced.

“D’you think Crane still has those pictures?”.

“No, I don’t. And if he does… Panem! That would be awfully weird, wouldn’t it?”, she put on her escort mask as a sponsor walked in front of them, aiming for the breakfast buffet already laid out at the centre of the room.

“More than that. Anyways, do not be too friendly with those sponsors”.

“You can’t seriously think I would”, she turned toward him, a flash of hurt in her eyes, “I also agreed to our arrangement”.

“I’m don’t think, sweetheart. I’m… can I be honest? I will be honest. I don’t like the idea. I understand we need to do this, and that it’s your part of the deal, but I hate it. I hate to think of the ideas those maniacs will get. If any of them try anything, you come to me. Please”.

His speech showed more vulnerability than he would have liked, but he needed her to know. That he wouldn’t mindlessly pimp her out, that he didn’t like the idea of those man touching her. He couldn’t tell her she was his wife, but he could tell her that.

With the excuse of having to arrange the pillows behind him she leaned closer to him and, taking advantage of the backrest shielding her, she whispered.

“I am yours. Always and all ways”.

The reminder of their night after the training scores made him groan, as he felt his cock twitch and his hand tingle to touch her skin. He’d have to wait, though. And if her words had brightened his mood, he tried not to let it show too much.

***

Effie’s hands shook as she laid out Haymitch’s outfit on the bed. It was a dark navy suit she’d bought him months ago on a whim, before reaping season had even started. She’d imagined him wearing it, moving in it, and concluded, right after the purchase, that it had been a smart investment.

Unfortunately, the long-awaited moment felt tainted now.

Katniss throwing the tracker jackers’ nest onto the other tributes resulted in Peeta sacrificing for the girl once more, and coming out of it badly injured. The girl wasn’t in the best shape either. Fortunately, Rue, who watched the whole thing hidden from the ground, took over and got her to safety.

She’d tried to reason with Haymitch, but there was no way of convincing him to send something to Peeta. Throwing things hadn’t worked, and he’d been firmer than the previous days. Given that the boy was in hiding there was no reason to help him out, unless he was dying. Haymitch always had the last word, and she could only hope to convince him sometime later.

The sound of the shower stopped. He came out of the bathroom with just a towel covering him from the waist down. Her mouth went dry. Droplets of water slid down his torso, and she stared for a second too long before returning- or trying to- her attention to the suit.

“Maybe Faustina is right, maybe you are becoming too prudish”, he sneaked up behind her, pressing her back to his chest. She felt warmth pool below her stomach, and, despite herself, she relaxed against him.

“How infuriating, coming from you!”.

“We do have a little time”, he smirked against her nape. He wasn’t wrong, but he’d just showered. She didn’t want to lose time with another one.

“After the interviews”, she whispered, but pressed her backside to his crotch. His groan didn’t help her temptation, nor did his hands when they settled on her waist. God, she hated being so weak, but she wanted him. Badly.

“You’re giving me mixed signals here, sweetheart”.

When she bent over to slide down her panties, she hoped her message was loud and clear. She held onto the mattress and braced herself for him. His hands held onto her waist and slid inside of her, setting a rather slow pace to prolong the moment. She rewarded him with a soft moan.

When he was inside her, his hardness against her most sensitive spots, she felt full. Full of him, full of pride for being the reason for his arousal. It was amongst the few things she was sure of. She had a vague suspicion that he’d come to consider her a little, at least enough for their affair and work relationship to continue, but his feelings were an incognita she didn’t want to find.

Feeling her distraction he increased his pace, and she couldn’t think about anything but him and his hands travelling all over her body. When they were both spent, his hand gripped her jaw to turn her around. He kissed her with abandon, and she reciprocated. If her kisses tasted a little too much like love, she hoped he wouldn’t tell.

“How about we take your shower together?”

“Just showering, Haymitch! No improper behaviour allowed; I have a schedule to follow. Unlike you, I need to visit the prep team, and it wouldn’t do to keep Octavia, Venia and Flavius waiting”.

He snorted, pulling himself out of her. It reminded her of the first time they’d had sex without a condom, too taken by the moment to realize until they were done. Thankfully, she’d been on the drips since she was twelve. She’d started using them as a hormone stabilizer, but continued because of their contraceptive properties. He’d told her she’d taken ten years of his life with that stunt.

“Let’s go, sweetheart”.

Uncharacteristically, he listened to her this time. He touched her here and her, relishing in the softness of her skin, but otherwise kept his hands- and nether regions- to himself. When they were done he stayed in the room to dress and prepare, while she walked to the prep team's work area, undergoing the usual routine. It relaxed her, allowing her not to think for a little while.

When they were done with her she was dressed in a dark red dress that reached her mid-thighs, sported a daring decolletage, and came with a pair of matching gloves. Her wig was light blonde, almost white, and contrasted heavily with the dress and her makeup.

Cinna and Portia were aiming to bring out her sensuality, and in that dress, it wasn’t too hard to embody. She looked beautiful, tempting, like a red apple dangling from the branch of a tree. But she didn’t care about the sponsors or the audience’s opinions, no. Flattery, after some time, faded. Haymitch’s desire for her, on the other hand, lingered for longer.

When she left the prep team she took the elevator, meeting Haymitch, Chaff and Faustina backstage at Ceasar’s television studio. She was wearing a forest green dress that was dotted with real thistles. Her opposite, she looked quite innocent. Exactly what they were looking for.

She complimented her with a wink, before turning her attention to Haymitch. His eyes widened as he took in her attire, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She walked to stand by his side and heard Chaff whistle.

“Girl, you’re breaking hearts tonight. Sure you don’t want to switch districts, huh?”.

“Hey!”, Faustina protested playfully, “Finnick has been waiting for years, get in line!”

“There is no line, stop being assholes and leave my w- escort alone”.

He tripped on his words a little, and, without taking notice of what he was saying, she basked in the knowledge that she’d managed to render him speechless. They lined up with the other mentors and escorts, watching on a small screen as Ceasar started the show by introducing himself and a few of the Gamemakers. Soon, he called for the mentors and the escorts. The audience roared, calling out to them.

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games #thg series #thg fanfiction #<3

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banannabethchase · 1 month

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"Coffee doesn't count as water, but I appreciate the effort." BuckBruvvers (platonic)

Coffee vs. Water

Matt bats at the arms pushing at his shoulder.

“’M sleeping,” he grumbles. “Leave me alone.”

“Wake up,” Nick says. “We’re going to miss the flight.”

Matt groans, forcing his eyes open. He barely processes any of the trip from the hotel to the airport, stumbling to the Starbucks and slurring his way through ordering whatever the eff gets put into his hand at the counter.

“You need to put something else in your system,” Nick says. “I feel like I have to say I told you so. Flirting with Mox all night was a bad idea.”

Matt grunts, something he hopes conveys, eff you and I wish God was on Cain’s side and you are my favorite person even when you’re terrible all in one.

“Love you too. Drink this.”

Matt manages to open his eyes – eye, really – to look at what Nick is shoving at him with. “Already have coffee.”

“This is water.”

“Coffee’s water.”

Nick snorts. “Coffee doesn’t count as water, but I appreciate the effort.”

Matt opens his eyes a little wider. “I appreciate it when you leave me alone.”

Nick slides down on the airport chart, throwing a slightly squished grin up at Matt. “You haven’t wanted to be alone since I was born, Matty. You know that.”

“I know,” Matt says, finally grabbing the water bottle from Nick’s hand on the arm rest, “that you’re annoying.”

“Correct,” Nick says, sipping his iced mocha gleefully. Matt wants to kick him in the shins. “I had Tony write it in the contract that I have to annoy you every day.”

“Count this for two days of it, then,” Matt says. He yawns.

Nick kicks him in the shin.

#Matt Attrackson #Nicrowlas #Dumbasses #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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ashdreams2023 · 1 year

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Haiiiii :3 so I have a request but it's kind of dark and really specific so you might not be able to do it okay sooo

Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending if you squint

Reader is an Avenger and is dating loki even though she had to fight him in the 2012 new York incident. Shes basically the glue holding the entire avengers team together, everyone loves her and she's probably the strongest avenger because she's a reincarnation of a really powerful goddess (yes this is important later on just shhh). The blip happens, loki has to go five years without her, and he handles it TERRIBLY. But when the blip ends, she doesn't come back. He freaks the absolute eff out and just falls even deeper into the depression that he went into when he first lost her. Nobody knows, but she's been kidnapped by Hydra and they are trying to use her as a weapon to take down the avengers by using mind control magic on her. One day a very powerful goddess like being wearing all black and wielding a scythe just shows up in new York kicking the avengers asses. Nobody knows who she is or where she came from but yup, you guessed it, it's her. Loki is the one who gets the (almost) killing blow on her, knock her out. He takes her mask off to reveal her identity and "OH MY GOD NO IT'S MY GIRLFRIEND I KILLED MY GIRLFRIEND" (he didn't) (she lives) (she's basically fine except for the fact she needs months to recover both physically and mentally, physical therapy, and normal therapy cuz girlies traumatized from being forced to try to kill her friends) (loki is convinced HE is the reason she needs therapy) he feels absolutely terrible for it and tries his best to help her with her physical therapy and everything else ((please keep it in character as much as possible cuz ik it's kind of out of character 😭))

Oh damn I’ll try my best 🫡

It’s my fault

"Brother…we must do this" Thor placed a hand on Loki’s shoulder, his brother looked so lifeless ever since he lost you, actually everyone just looked broken in some form or another, you were the one person that made everyone get along.

Heck you were the first to get over the attack on New York when Loki came to earth mind controlled, you’re the one who convinced people to give him another chance.

The one he hopelessly fell in love with, the one he felt not judged or compared to anyone when he’s around, you saw Loki as the person he is, not some big ego madman but Loki, an intelligent sarcastic little shit who just needed someone to believe in him.

"It’s our only chance, don’t you want to get her back?"

Loki scoffed "as if I wasn’t trying already, you’re acting like I never tried and failed, why would this time be any different?"

Thor sighed pulling his brother up by the the shoulder, Loki groaned but didn’t fight back, he was way too emotional drained to do something right now.

"One last time, try one last time and if it doesn’t work, then You’re free to decide what to do by yourself but remember you would be doing it for her, not anybody else"

Loki’s green eyes soften, glazed with tears fighting to drop "One more time, then it’s over"

Thor smiled "just once"

And it happened, Tony’s plan, gathering the stones and facing the army of Thanos, almost dying once again but surviving and winning the war.

Many familiar faces came back but none of witch was yours, his last Hope died but fell into a bigger depression hole than the one he already dug for himself and Thor couldn’t do anything, he promised to stay out of his way, even if it meant leaving him to suffer alone.

Loki kept himself locked away, he didn’t eat or sleep, he just stared at the sky and lost himself in those sweet old memories.

It wasn’t until a certain attack on New York that somebody reached out for him, he was sure this was some dumb joke, because why would they need him? But it also meant that they were desperate.

A witch, someone so strong, someone he didn’t think could even be human, he didn’t know what she had against Midgard but he had to help or innocent people would die again.

He takes a few blows before finally hitting a building and recking it on top of her, she passed out cold.

He ran and took off her mask, his heart dropped and that awful bitter feeling creeped again, it was you, and he tucking almost killed you!

It took mere seconds before he could get your body out the ruble and straight to the hospital wing in the avengers tower.

You were unconscious for three days, three days of him just holding your hand and wishing upon whatever is there to wish upon to get you back.

When you did eventually open your eyes you looked scared and confused.

"What’s going on? Where am I? Everything hurts" Loki just holds you tight, ignoring all your questions and trying not to cry in front of you, you didn’t need to see that.

After some time it gets determined that you need exclusive physical and mental therapy, you apologize countless of times for what you did, The team ensures you that what’s important is you being back safe.

Loki blames himself, he beats himself up every time he sees you weak and fragile, you don’t understand why he’s being so harsh on himself but you’re a just glad he’s by your side.

He attends physical therapy with you, you relay on his strong grip and take your time "thank you, I don’t know I would’ve done without you"

Loki gives you a painful smile "you have no idea how much time I spent missing you and I don’t care if it takes you more years to be fine as long as I know that you’re here"

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #headcanon #loki layfeyson x reader #loki friggachild #loki friggason

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acesofspadess · 9 months

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Endless Love 5

a/n: this chapter was fun to write

Live semi finals

Moving onto the live shows had you and Niall closer than ever. Since it was only you and Gina he had offered to have you over his place for a movie night. You had picked up Gina on the way to Nialls place and she wouldn't stop teasing you. “How does it feel to go to your crushes house?” to which you rolled your eyes and turned the music up. When you got there he opened the door with his arms wide ready for hugs.

You ended up talking through the first movie and half of the second until Gina had to go. You had offered to drop her home but she said her dad was already on his way and that you didn't need to. When she winked you knew what her plan was and you walked her to the door. “Let me know what happens.”

“Eff off.”

You sat back on the couch and looked to see Niall putting the stuff away in the kitchen. “Is this ‘I'm cleaning to kick you out’?” you teased as he looked up from what he was doing with a smile. “No, it isn’t. I'd never.” He shook his head with a laugh and came around to join you on the couch. He sat down next to you and threw his arm behind your head. You looked up at him to see he was already looking at you. “What?” you cocked your head. “Nothin’.” you looked at his face adorned with a small smile for a little longer before looking away. You watched the movie for about 10 more minutes before your eyes were feeling heavy. Niall saw and he used the arm behind you to push you into his chest. You snuggled into his chest inhaling his scent and slept until the movie was over.

When Niall woke you up your head was still on his chest but your arms were now wrapped around him. “I'm sorry.” you whispered, wiping sleep out of your eyes. “Don't be, rather you'd be well rested before you drive back alone.” he smiled down at you and you got up with a small smile in search of your keys. “Thank you for this Ni.” you said on the other side of the door. “You only call me that when you're sleepy.” he noticed. You looked up at him and the distance- or lack there of- made itself obvious. You watched as his eye trailed over your face and landed on your lips. Yours landed on his and before you could make any rash decision the wind of the night shook the bushes causing a disruption in the trance you two were in.

“I'll see you later Niall.”

“Drive safely Bleu.”

—----

You were backstage with your sister Indi to film a little segment. “I'm excited to be back. It feels like it's been forever even though it's only been a few weeks. I went back home and ended up getting noticed by some people. It was a surreal experience.”

“I brought my sister with me today. She's been one of my biggest influences and best friends.”

“Second to Harry.” she pointed out and you laughed with a subtle nod of your head. “I saw that!”

–

You walked in with Indi and saw Niall with a big smile on his face. Him and Indi ran to each other and hugged. “I've been replaced already.” you laughed as they released their hug. “You can never be replaced.” Niall said, hugging you tightly around your waist. Not much happened since that night as you had been back home in Mullingar.

“How's home?” you knew when he asked it meant something more to him. They were his people too. “I've gotten noticed here and there. But Mullingar is Mullingar.”

“She's waiting on her mural to cover yours.” Indi joked and you shoved her off. “Don't say that. You know how many Directioners follow me? I can't be attacked.” you all laughed before Indi was saying her goodbyes.

“Alright, semi-finals.” he smiled at you. “Its mad.” you giggled,”‘i cannot be more truthful when i say i didn't think i would get this far.” you confessed. It was a long journey. “You deserve to be here. You're one of the few that can step up under pressure. And the fact that now in the semi-finals you want to use my songs again and play the piano. It's not an easy song to play either. Bit of pressure.” he laughed. “Shall we do it?”

“Yeah, let me just put my in-ears in.” you said struggling to get them in. “Have you put it over your ears?” he asked, looking at your struggle. “I've tried but I can never get it. Teach me." He came up to you and took the in-ear and adjusted it around your ear delicately. “Comfortable?” he asked, going to sit back down. “Yes actually.” you sat down at the piano and adjusted the mic. “Pop star problems.” he joked and let out a burst of laughter.

When you finished the rehearsal Niall stood up and clapped. “Strap in America. It's gonna get wild.”

~~~~~~

You played the first keys of the piano and smiled

We fight, we get high holding on to love

We came down 'cause there was nothing holding us

Is it wrong that I still wonder where you are?

Is it wrong that I still don't know my heart?

Are you all dressed up but with nowhere to go?

Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?

Another Friday night tryna put on a show

Do you hate the weekend 'cause nobody's calling?

I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin

You take the mic off the stand and stand up walking over to the front piano.

So darling

Put a little love on me

The audience cheered as you got to the climax of the song

And put a little love on me

When the lights come up and there's no shadows dancing

I look around as my heart is collapsing

'Cause you're the only one I need

To put a little love on me

You looked at Niall and saw a soft smile on his face

We wrote and we wrote

'Til there were no more words

We laughed and we cried

Until we saw our worst

Is it wrong that I still wonder where you are?

Is it wrong that I still don't know my heart?

You make your way to the middle of the stage

Are you all dressed up but with nowhere to go?

Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?

Another Friday night tryna put on a show

Do you hate the weekend 'cause nobody's calling?

I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin

Will someone

Put a little love on me, yeah

The crowd cheered for your note and it gave you a confidence boost

Put a little love on me

When the lights come up and there's no shadow's dancing

I look around as my heart is collapsing

'Cause you're the only one I need

To put a little love on me

Last night I lay awake

Stuck on the things we say

And when I close my eyes, the first thing I hear you say is

You sang through a smile as the audience roared again

Put a little love on me, yeah

Put a little love on me

When the lights come up, we're the only one's dancing

You pointed to yourself then to everyone in front of you

I look around and you're standing there asking

You made your way to the stairs and sat down on the top step which was covered in stage fog.

You say, you're the only one I need

So put your love on me

You're the only one I need

Put your love on me

Ooh

Put your love on me

You waited for the last keys to play to end your note and you let yourself breathe before standing up and making your way back to centre stage.

You saw Niall standing up and you bowed to him subtly. “Well the live semi-finals are off to a great start thanks to Bleu from Team Niall.” Carson introduced. “Alright Kelly, give us some thoughts on our first performance tonight.”

“Way to start the night Bleu. You are so talented. I will say that the beginning was my favourite. Just you and the piano and your god-given voice is just incredible enough- it lifted when the band came in obviously - but my favourite part was the beginning. That was so beautiful.” you smiled at her praise. “Thank you Kelly. Blake.” Carson shifted.

“I thought the entire performance was just great, but I'm with Kelly. I loved the piano and you together. There was just something different about that for you. I thought that Niall was a really cool choice for you. Your voice is so dynamic and your able to play with it.”

“Alright Niall, give us some thoughts on this performance.” you looked down at him to see him smiling. “Oh, Bleu.” he praised. “America, I told you to strap yourselves in. This woman is just off the charts for a reason. Get your votes in tonight.'' The audience cheered and you watched Niall wait to say more. “Its takes a lot to go up there and sing a song from your mentor, -twice!- and let me just say. You made that song yours, and you sang it better than me.” you shook your head looking down as everyone roared for you.

“If you want Bleu in the finale, you can vote when it opens. One last time give it up for Bleu Wilson.” you waved to everyone up top and gave Niall a quick hug knowing everything was live.

—--------------

You walked up on the stage hand in hand with Gina standing next to the other teams. Carson asked a few questions before getting to the moment you were waiting for. “I will now reveal the first artist saved by your real time votes and advancing to next week's finale. By the way, i'm going to reveal the artist tonight in no particular order.” you all linked hands down the line and you took a deep breath.

“Here we go. Your first finalist is…. from Team Blake, Grace West.”

“Your second finalist is… from team Kelly, D- Smooth.”

“Your third artist is… from Team Niall… Bleu Wilson.”

You covered your face in your hand and immediately hugged Gina. Novias, who was like a big brother, turned and gave you a hug as well. You blew kisses to those on the other side of the stage before walking as fast as you could in heels to the steps where Niall was waiting to help you down. “Yes!” he cheered for you, wrapping his arm around you tightly. He walked you down the rest of the way knowing you wouldnt want to fall on live TV.

bleuwilson you're the only one that I need

User9 I- THE RED DRESSSSS

User2 i hope she wins

User7 i love how niall helped her down the stairs

~~~~~~~~~~~

@youcan-nolonger-run @ravenclawdirectioner

@luxiorchive @maeflowers653

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funny-fella-fantrolls · 6 months

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You already know I have to drop a little 🗣️ Vex + Ofu. Heavily intruiged :)

((THis is a follow up to this post!))

Vextri, still clutching his injured shoulder, swings the door open.

Hey, []fu? Y[]u get the bandages and sh][t ready?

A voice comes from another room, clearly sounding a little tired.

Yeah... I did... {ome here, I {an help if you want...

The bronzeblood walks in, seeing Ofu sat there, a worried look on his face.

What... what happened? Are you okay? Sit down, and... and...

A bright green tint fills the limeblood's face.

T-take your shirt off, I need to be able to {lean it first...

Vex responds a little dismissively, not as worried as his friend.

]['m fine. S[]me an[]n dec][ded t[] b][te me pretty fuck][n' hard, but ]['ll l][ve.

He lets go of his shoulder, taking off his jacket and then struggling to pull his shirt over his horns.

See? N[]t even that deep. Deep en[]ugh that ][t needs bandag][n', sure, but []nly barely.

Ofuuno flushes even brighter as he looks over the wound, and he fetches a wipe.

Okay... I'm... I'm gonna {lean it up, sorry if this stings...

He starts wiping away at the wound, making sure it's clean as the bronzeblood winces.

I'm sorry! It's... It's going to be alright...

][t's f][ne. Just... get []n w][th ][t.

Eventually, the wound is clean, and the wipe is tossed into the bin.

Okay, so now I need to bandage it...

He picks up the bandages, and begins slowly wrapping up the other troll's shoulder.

So... why did you get bitten?

D[]n't kn[]w. Typ][cal an[]n sh][t, ][ guess. Luck][ly, ][t gave me a chance t[] pr[]perly test my pr[]ject.

Did... did it work?

Sure d][d. Pretty much perfect. []nly th][ng ][ m][ght wanna w[]rk []n ][s the energy eff][c][ency []f the p[]wer cells, but that m][ght be s[]meth][ng t[] get Therus t[] l[][]k ][nt[], see ][f he can f][nd anyth][ng []ut there.

Ofuuno looks at him with a concerned look on his face.

Does that mean you're a{tually sleeping now?

Yeah. Been catch][ng up.

There's a moment of silence before Vextri speaks up again.

[]fu... ][ sh[]uld ap[]l[]g][ze. ][ heard fr[]m s[]me an[]ns that after what happened y[]u were k][nda beat][ng y[]urself up []ver ][t...

You... you what? N-no, if anyone should be apologizing, it's me, I mean, I went way too far there, a-and I shouldn't have brought up what I did...

Well, yeah, but... ][ kn[]w y[]u meant well, and hell, ][t's not l][ke much else c[]ulda g[]tten thr[]ugh t[] me. Y[]u were try][n' t[] help, and ][ just g[]t mad. ]['m s[]rry. ][ g[]t t[][] wrapped up ][n the pr[]ject, and ][ c[]uldn't see that ][t was hurt][n' y[]u.

Vex... {an we... talk about something? I've been... thinking, a lot...

Sure. ]['ll hear y[]u []ut.

Well, uh, when we had that argument... it was really tough for me... it felt like I was gonna lose you, and... and that idea really hurt...

][... ][ c[]uld tell. S[]unds l][ke y[]u were real br[]ken up ab[]ut ][t. Aga][n, ]['m s[]rry, dude.

Vex... I think... I think there's something I need to tell you about.

G[] ahead.

So... for a long, long time now... I've been having pale feelings for you. A-and I hope that doesn't weird you out or anything...

][... ][ see. ][ mean, ][ can't say the ][dea never []ccured t[] me, ][ mean, we've b[]th heard f[]lks th][nk][n' it.

Y-yeah... b-but... gog, should I even be saying this? {an... {an you promise me you won't get mad when I say this?

][ mean, ]['ll try. K][nda hard t[] pr[]mise that s][nce ][ d[]n't kn[]w what y[]u're g[]nna say.

O-okay. W-well, while we weren't talking... I kept thinking, and...

He takes a shaky breath and looks up, making direct eye contact with the bronzeblood.

I... Vex, I'm flushed for you.

Vextri's eyes go wide, and an orange tint creeps onto his face.

[]fu... Y[]u're... Y[]u're fuck][n' w][th me, r][ght?

N-no... I've been thinking about this for a while, and... fu{k, I shouldn't have said anything...

The limeblood goes silent and just focuses on wrapping Vex's wound up.

L[][]k, dude, ][... ][ d[]n't kn[]w what t[] say... ][ mean... ]['ve never th[]ught ab[]ut that, least n[]t any m[]re than ]['ve had t[] the c[]uple t][mes f[]lks had assumed that bef[]re.

Ofu finishes up the bandaging and stands up, starting to walk off.

Well... I should go... hope you enjoy the rest of the night, Vex...

Just as he's about to leave the room, a hand grabs his wrist, stopping him.

[]fu, l[][]k at me.

He turns around, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

][ can't say ]['ve th[]ught ab[]ut ][t, but... That d[]esn't s[]und l][ke the w[]rst th][ng ever. Just... g][ve me a wh][le t[] th][nk ab[]ut ][t, []kay?

You... You don't hate me now?

N[], []fu. ][ d[]n't hate y[]u. ][... ][ c[]uld never hate y[]u. And... ][ kn[]w better than t[] let y[]u g[] s][t and wall[]w ab[]ut th][s. C[]me back ][n here, and... sh][t, ][ dunn[], we c[]uld cuddle unt][l y[]u feel better? ][ kn[]w y[]u l[]ve cuddles.

That... that sounds really ni{e. T-thank you, Vex...

The two sit down on the loungeplank, and Ofu cuddles up close to his now-aware flush crush.

#vextri response #ofuuno response #hoo boy long one here #but i finally got it done!

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ramblingsofafanatic · 1 year

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5 times Zeb listens when Kallus tells him to go away and 1 time he doesn't

Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin. 5 times Zeb listens when Kallus tells him to go away and 1 time he doesn't. Nothing else to say really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Word Count: 3,529

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios

Warnings: Minor and Major Injuries, Self-Hate, Self-Doubt

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Kallus has just gotten on board the Ghost after escaping the star destroyer, bruised and sore but alive. He doesn't know how to act, he's never been fussed over, never had anyone care. It wasn't something he knew he was missing until he and Zeb got stranded on Bahryn.

He insists he can tend to his own wounds, he's been fixing up his own small wounds for as long as he can remember - the Empire frowns upon frivolous med bay visits. He takes the small medkit from the escape pod and finds somewhere quiet to sit and get to work.

Zeb finds him trying to reach a cut in the middle of his back with the antiseptic wipe. Kallus pauses and waits to see what Zeb plans to do. Zeb takes that as an invitation and moves to grab the wipe out of Kallus' hand in order to clean the hard to reach scrape for him.

He clearly took it the wrong way as Kallus moves quickly pulling the wipe out of Zebs reach and turning his back (and the cut in question) away in order to face Zeb straight on.

“I can help,” Zeb says.

“I don't need help.” Kallus says it automatically and it causes Zeb to pause for a second. Zeb shakes it off and reminds himself that Kallus has been officially ex-imperial for not even an hour and some habits will have to be worked on.

“I know ya don't need it, but you can have it,” Zeb says.

“No. I'm fine,” Kallus doubles down.

“But-”

“I said I was fine,” Kallus snaps.

“Leave me alone, please” Kallus adds after Zeb's visible recoil at him snapping. Zeb goes to open his mouth to argue again.

“Please.” Kallus repeats and Zeb sighs, defeated.

“Fine, ya know where to find me if ya change your mind” Zeb says as he gets back up to go find something else to do.

As soon as Zeb is out of sight all the tension in Kallus' body leaves. 'You don't deserve the help, especially not from him' Kallus thinks as he moves to clean himself up once again.

They couldn’t land the ghost anywhere near the base they’re heading to and so now everyone but Hera is camping out at the half-way point overnight. Zeb looks up at the stars as he listens to his friends’ breathing mix with the wildlife around them. It’s peaceful and he can almost forget about the fact they’re on a mission for a second.

His ears twitch as he hears something coming from the other side of the camp. It’s easy to tell who’s moving, Kallus stubbornly put his sleeping bag on the other side of camp than everyone else, not that anyone really argued with him about it. Zeb holds still for a second to try and judge if Kallus is awake or just shifting in his sleep. The human’s breathing pick’s up and his face scrunches as he mumbles a bit in what sounds like panic - a nightmare, Zeb’s seen Ezra and Kanan have more than enough to notice the signs.

Zeb gets up and heads towards where Kallus is laying. He may not understand how exactly the force works, but he knows enough that if Kallus’ nightmare continues like this, the distress will wake Ezra and Kanan.

Kallus jumps into a sitting position before Zeb’s hand even touches his shoulder. Kallus looks around in panic for a second before he seems to calm himself down, he meets Zeb’s eye for only a second before casting his gaze down.

“Sorry, if I disturbed you.” Kallus says softly.

“It’s fine, I was already awake, it was my turn on watch.” Zeb explains, as he sits down on the ground beside Kallus’ sleeping bag.

“Well, I’m awake now, so I can take over watch and you can go to sleep.” Kallus replies as he starts to unzip the sleeping bag. If it was Ezra or Kanan, Zeb would try and insist they go back to sleep, but somehow Kallus is more stubborn than the two jedi and the effort would be wasted.

“Want to talk about it?” Zeb asks, he knows the answer but figures he’ll ask anyway.

“No, I’m fine, talking won’t do anything.” Kallus says, as he stands, offering his hand out to Zeb to help him off the ground.

“It can be good to talk about it” Zeb insists as he takes Kallus’ hand and allows the human to pull him up. He was skeptical himself at first, it took quite a bit of insistence from both Hera and Kanan to prove him otherwise. He’s willing to do the same with Kallus too if it helps him.

“I’m fine.” Kallus insists.

“You sure?” Zeb asks, again.

“Yes, I’m sure, go to bed,” Kallus says. Zeb sighs before he turns to head to his own sleeping bag. Zeb was getting tired, so if Kallus really wants to take over watch, he won’t argue with him about that.

Everytime Zeb thinks he made progress something happens that causes Kallus to revert back to his 'factory settings' (Ezra was whacked over the head for that joke but Zeb had to admit afterwards that the description did fit).

He already knew this was going to happen, he tried to find Kallus and head off the imminent spiral, but they were called on the mission before he could. The mission distracted him but once it was over, he had made a very rough plan on the Ghosts’ journey back to base.

Kallus was part of the team that was decoding messages picked up on Empire channels about a shipment of generators. Despite many late nights and great effort, his team didn't manage to get all the necessary messages decoded in time and it resulted in the rebels deciding to go in with the minimal information they had.

It didn't end well, there were multiple rebel casualties and Zeb could almost see Kallus blaming himself when they got the news. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else, but Zeb has taken pride in being able to tell the slight differences in Kallus' blank stares.

Making a plan on the way back helped, but the worry was still there, how much damage has Kal done to himself as Zeb was gone? Based on past events, Zeb knows whatever it is the idiot’s been doing, it hasn’t been good. So, Zeb knows exactly where to find his intelligence officer. Well not his intelligence officer… yet.

He was disappointed but not surprised to see he was right. Kallus was slumped over his desk, the bags under his eyes so dark that you probably wouldn't be able to notice a black eye if he got hit in the face. Three empty mugs of caf and one half eaten ration bar are pushed to the side of the desk.

“Hey Kal.” Zeb says as he reaches Kallus’ desk.

“Hello.” Kallus replies, not looking up from the datapad in front of him. Zeb peers over Kal’s shoulder to see what he’s doing. There’s a collection of datapads and even a few scraps of paper with ciphers and reports written down, Kallus is the only person Zeb knows who actually seeks out and uses paper. No idea where he gets the stuff but he does.

“How long since you’ve taken a break?” Zeb asks.

“I don’t know.” Kallus replies quietly.

“So how about we take one? They have that fruit you like in the mess today” Zeb asks.

“Can’t, have to get this done.” Kallus says.

“Fresh mind from a break may help you figure it out faster” Zeb counters.

“No time” Kallus insists, but his eyes aren’t actually taking in any information now that his attention has been brought away from it.

“You can’t blame yourself for what happened,” Zeb says, Kallus doesn’t respond but he does freeze. Zeb tries to wait him out, but it appears Kallus is trying for a ‘if I don't move he can’t see me’ method of avoiding this.

“It’s not your fault.” Zeb says.

“If I just…”

“There was nothing else you could have done.” Zeb assures softly.

“But there was. I could have done so much more.” Kallus whispers and Zeb feels like he’s not just talking about this mission.

“You couldn’t have, you did-” Zeb starts.

“If you’re just going to sit here and try to lecture me, get out.” Kallus cuts him off. Zeb’s ears flatten a bit.

“I came here to get you to come take a break.” Zeb says.

“And I said I’m busy.” Kallus repeats.

“But-”

“No, Zeb. Not today.” Kallus stops him, Zeb huffs and leaves, he’ll come up with a new plan and come back. Right now his only idea is to grab Kallus and drag him out of that office by force, but Kanan may have a more civil and reasonable plan Zeb can try.

Kallus does not appear for lunch or dinner. This wasn't the first time, it happened almost constantly as Kallus was adjusting to rebel life. The Empire really worked it into his head that if he wasn't being useful he was a waste of resources, so Kallus had built habits around being an efficient tool and not a living person with human needs.

But after he doesnt show up for any meals on the second day, Zeb heads off to find Kallus. "When was the last time ya ate anything?" Zeb asks as he enters the intelligence office. Kallus doesn't register Zebs arrival or remark right away, and Zeb has to repeat himself for an answer…

“I had a ration bar at O six hundred this morning” was the reply he got and Zeb sighed.

“It’s now 21:43” Zeb states.

“Noted”

“We talked about this”

No answer.

“Kal, you aren’t-”

“Leave me alone”

“Kal”

“Leave. Me. Alone.”

Zeb sighs but gets up and leaves, he comes back two minutes later with another ration bar in a flavour he knows Kallus prefers and a bottle of water to try and balance out the caf Zeb knows Kallus has been drinking, evidence present or not. Zeb doesn't say anything as he does it though and Kallus doesn't even notice that Zeb came back.

They had an unofficial routine of sparring together in the evenings when both of them were on planet. Zeb had returned early this afternoon and knew Kallus was also on planet, so he was looking forward to a good spar. Especially after the very slow and uneventful mission they just had (slow and uneventful for the Ghost crew that is.)

Kallus hasn’t shown up and hasn’t messaged. Hells he hasn’t even acknowledged Zeb’s message telling him the Ghost crew returned. So, Zeb sets off to find Kallus once again. He’s surprised to find that Kallus isn’t in the intelligence office this time. One of the other officers says that he was sent off for some rest.

Zeb thanks them and heads off again for the only other place Kallus can be found when he’s not working or with Zeb. Zeb is the only one who knows of this place, and he cherishes the fact that Kallus trusted him enough to share it every single day.

He finds Kallus curled up in the little nook he made for himself, backlit by the window and his nose buried in a holopad. He thinks for a second that he’s actually reading for pleasure for once, until Kallus’ nose scrunches a little and he moves to write notes on some scrap paper he has set down beside him.

Kallus tried to rest like he was told, but he just couldn't, not when his brain was still trying to decode the message he was working on. He isn't getting anywhere without having the file in front of him to check, but that doesn't seem to have stopped his brain from doing it anyways.

“Hey,” Zeb says.

“You’re back.” Kallus says with surprise as he looks up from what he was doing.

“Yea, I sent you a message.” Zeb says.

“Must have forgot my comm on my desk, sorry” Kallus explains.

“That's fine, here now, want to go for a spar?”

“Not today, sorry, caught up in this.” Kallus says and he looks a bit guilty saying it.

“What you working on?” Zeb asks.

“No actually, an old holo textbook about plant life on Alderaan.” Kallus replies.

“Sounds like work to me.” Zeb says with a smile.

“I was sent to rest, but my mind wouldn’t settle. I figured this would be a good compromise, but don’t tell Christine, I don’t want the lecture on how there wasn’t supposed to be a compromise.” Kallus smirks.

“Sure thing, I won’t say anything as long as I see you in the mess for dinner later.”

“Okay, see you then.” Kallus says, and the smile he gives Zeb melts the lasats heart a little. Zeb heads off to find something else to do between now and dinner.

Kallus was injured on his last mission. Really injured. Like 'the medics couldn't tell Zeb if he was going to make it through the night' injured. Injured.

He’s made it though, and the doctors said he was stable but wouldn't wake for at least another day and shooed Zeb away.

28 hours later, Zeb gets a comm that Kallus has woken up and was ready for visitors. He was in the middle of doing some minor repairs on the Ghost with Sabine but it takes one look from Zeb to have her waving him off to go see Kallus, saying she’ll finish them herself. Zeb doesn't think twice to take his leave and rushes to the med bay. The medic on duty recognizes him and just points him in the direction of the room Kallus was moved to after he was stabilized.

Zeb enters without knocking to see that Kallus is in fact awake… and working on reports for his last mission.

“Are you not supposed to be resting?” Zeb asks in lieu of an actual greeting.

“I am resting.” Kallus says as he looks up from the holopad.

“Looks like work to me”

“Writing a report isn't physically strenuous,” Kallus says.

“The medics said you hit your head pretty bad, I'm no medic myself but I'm fairly certain that looking at screens isn't good for ya,’ Zeb says, trying to remember exactly what he's heard before with other rebels who sustained head injuries.

“The medics gave me the holopad so it's clearly not that bad,” Kallus says, not mentioning that he had to bully said medic into giving it to him.

“Mhmm” Zeb says, unconvinced. He crosses his arms and gives Kallus a pointed look.

“What?”

“Oh nothin',” Zeb replies

Kallus starts to get annoyed, and defaults back to the tried and true method of snapping at people to get them to leave. Always worked with Zeb before.

“Would you just leave me alone!”

“No.”

“No?” Kallus repeats, Zeb's response has caught him off guard. No one's ever refused to leave him alone, not that there has been many times in the Empire where he wasn't alone. And even after leaving, Zeb is the only one who seems to be able to put up with his bullshit long enough to be asked to leave. Zeb is once again proving to be an exception in his non-existent social life.

“No, not this time, not after all this” Okay, Kallus is getting more confused now.

“What do you mean? After all what?”

“Ya almost died!” Zeb exclaims.

“It's not the first time and it won't be the last.” Kallus replies with a shrug.

“We almost lost you”

“You act like a large percentage of both rebels and imperials don't want me dead. Hell they'd probably throw a party -”

“I almost lost you” Zeb interjects

“I can see the banners now 'Agent Kallus, finally not anyone's problem'. It would be - oh” Kallus continues on before Zeb's words sink in and he cuts himself off. Face morphing into an expression that under any other circumstance would have had Zeb laughing.

“oh… Zeb. I didn't think-”

“No, ya don't think, ya clearly don't listen either or ya would know that there are people who care about you!”

“Because they shouldn’t care!!” Kallus yells and the room goes silent.

“What?” Zeb is now the one to be shocked back into reality. Kallus also realizes what he's said and tenses despite his body protesting.

“Nothing.” Kallus says, looking back down at this report and trying to remember where he was going with the half finished sentence. Anything to not have to face the look of pity on Zeb's face.

“Kal…”

“Garazeb” Kallus says primly, not taking his gaze from the report in front of him. He can't look at Zeb, not when he's trying to back out, trying desperately to put back up the walls that all came down in the last couple minutes.

“Oh no ya don't” Zeb says before yanking the holopad out of Kallus' hands.

“Hey!” Kallus says and tries to sit up and grab the holopad, his body is quick to remind him it's not willing to move and he slumps back in the bed defeated and with new pain radiating from his ribs and right shoulder. He closes his eyes and breathes, using the techniques he learned as a cadet to fight through the nauseating waves of pain searing through him.

“Oh shit Kal, sorry are you okay?!” Zeb asks, setting the holopad on the tray table beside the bed before moving to cup the uninjured side of Kallus' face in his hand.

“I'm fine.” Kallus says and Zeb doesn't know why he expected any other answer. Kallus continues to do the breathing exercises for a minute before sighing and relaxing fully back into the bed. He doesn't notice himself leaning into Zeb's hand until Zeb's thumb brushes over his cheek. The movement reminds him of where he was and his eyes snapped open before he quickly - but carefully - moves his head out of Zeb's grip.

A medic rushes in then, looking between the two before meekly stating that Kallus' vitals had been spiking. Kallus and Zeb apologize at the same time and Kallus adds on a reassurance that he's fine. The medic leaves and Zeb and Kallus look at each other for a second, then two, before breaking out into snickers.

Kallus visibly winces when his laughs cause his ribs to hurt more and it causes both of their laughter to fade out.

Zeb moves to hold Kallus' face again to make eye contact and this time Kallus doesn't pull away. Kallus' eyes slip back shut as he leans into it for a second, intentionally this time before his brain starts to remind him he doesn't deserve this, doesn't deserve the soft touches, doesn't deserve Zeb's touches, doesn't deserve Zeb. His brain starts to spiral again and the small smile he had starts to slip back off his face.

“Ya deserve happiness ya know.” Zeb says, as if he can tell exactly what Kallus was thinking based on the minor facial expressions being shown. Kallus' eyes open and his smile drops fully. He pulls away slightly, moving just enough to still have Zeb's hand touching his skin but not leaning into anymore. He looks away, eyes looking frantically anywhere other than Zeb.

Zeb notices and brings his other hand to gently cup the other side of Kallus' face, being more careful to avoid the large bruises on Kallus' cheek and around his eye. Kallus goes still and his eyes settle on the small speaker on the wall.

Zeb takes that as a good sign and moves forward slowly, gently bringing his forehead to touch with Kallus'. Zeb's eyes close and he breathes deeply before sighing in contentment at Kallus not pulling away. Kallus tenses once again and his eyes snap to Zeb’s face, he studies the lasat’s face as it’s so close for a second before his eyes slip shut and he starts to calm down. Ignoring his brain's insistence that this is wrong and bad and he should be running (not that he could physically run right now anyways).

They sit like that for who knows how long until Kallus' heart rate slows and his breathing steadies. Zeb opens his eyes to take in Kallus' relaxed state.

“Do ya trust me?” Zeb asks without pulling away. Kallus' eyes slowly open and there's a pause for a second before the words register and Kallus' eyebrows furrow against Zeb's.

“Of course, but what does-”

“Then trust me with this” Zeb says before leaning in and bringing his mouth to meet Kallus'.

“Oh… okay” Kallus says against Zeb's mouth before relaxing and smiling into the kiss. Zeb smiles back and it gets hard to pretend that it's actually a kiss anymore. Zeb pulls back slightly and takes in the flush on Kallus' face. He watches as Kallus' eyes open a crack and both their smiles grow.

“Trust me?” Zeb asks again.

“Always.” Kallus replies quietly before pulling on the back of Zeb's neck to bring him back down for another kiss.

#kalluzeb #so tumblr doesn't keep the italics when i copy and paste... im too lazy to go through and fix that

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murfeelee · 4 years

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Sakura and Ryuu in What Magazine - Exposé!

SimNation is scandalized by news of power couple Sakura Rain and Ryuu Tsumajiro's indiscretion!

- What Magazine, August 2020

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

Chile, I don’t know! XD This is what happens when I’m sleep deprived, on a strict diet of plantain chips and Pepsi, and with too much free time on my hands.

CC CREDITS

- Magazine layout credits to Who Magazine’s gossip cover I found here

- Magazine pages PSD overlay

- SSNS EP Leaf Pile retexture in beta by me

- Tree retextures in beta by me

#sims 3 sakura avatar gameplay #sims 3 gameplay #murf is a derp #i need to go the eff to sleep already #sims 3 malec #sims 3 Nagron

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t5u · 2 years

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sim jaeyun; paper butterflies.

pairing: jake x reader / sim jaeyun x reader / jake sim x reader

genre: fluff

synopsis: where your boyfriend is adorably in love with you.

trigger warning(s): stress, insomnia (mental health in general)

word count: 0.9k

a/n: i had the random motivation to write this, so i did. short but i rlly like it

it was like any other school day, you felt dead walking along the hallways as people were chatting, making their way to their next class or at their lockers.

"morning baby" a familiar voice said from behind, followed by an arm snaking around your waist from behind. you looked up to your side to find your one and only boyfriend with his little puppy smile.

you smiled, he then gave you a kiss on your upper temple. "rough night? did you stay up late again?" he said, rubbing his thumb where his hand was placed on your side, pulling you closer as if you weren't already pressed against his body.

"no bub, just tired"

he was well aware that you have been overworking although he's told you not to. its the last year of highschool and you're more stressed out then ever. and it's not just school. of course it's draining, even for him. but he knows its not just that. you haven't been feeling your best with everything else as well.

he sighed, moving his hand away from your waist to rub your head. "don't overwork yourself baby" he then rest his head on yours as you both made your way to your first period. "mhm"

it was during your last period. you had your head rest on your palm, looking up at the board.

school's been hard on you, and with everything else going on in your life it was hard to concentrate at school. making it a habit to catch up late at night because of your insomnia. leading to sleepless nights.

ever since you told him about your insomnia, jake would text you late at night to make sure you were asleep. and if you weren't, he would facetime you so you had some company.

but other nights, you feel stressed out and when you begin to overthink and unable to go to sleep, you'd decide to study to distract yourself. which would usually go on past midnight. during these times, you wouldn't face time jake although he insists, because he needs sleep and you really don't want to bother him.

you zoned out, but came back to focus when a hand slid a folded piece of paper in front of you. it was jake of course, he was your seat mate.

you took the piece of paper and gently unfolded it. you smiled immediately.

"wanna come over to my place after school? mum's making ur favorite today because i asked her to. and layla misses u :( "

when he mentions layla? and his mom cooking? you couldn't say no.

you looked over to him to give him a nod, he smiled and made half a heart with his fingers, just enough for you to see it, but below the desk. how cute.

"focus" you whispered, he then made a sad face at you, you held his hand that was making the heart to put it on your lap as you went back to focusing on what the teacher was saying, having to let go when you realized you had to take notes.

not even 5 minutes later you heard a whisper. "baby look, i made you something" you were ready to give him a little scolding for not focusing but he then handed you a paper butterfly, making you smile widely, admiring it.

you looked over to him to see what he was doing, only to make eye contact because he had been looking at you the entire time. "how'd you make this?" you looked at him laughing a little bit. putting your hand out for him to give it to you.

"i maybe learnt it from my mom, specifically to make one for you" he said shyly, but at the same time proud with his little puppy smile.

ughhhhhh what is he so cute for

normally, whenever he got bored in class, he'd fold little paper hearts and slide it over to you, or write small notes, which you treasure and you've put every single one he gave you in a box. every time, it would make you happier no matter how you were feeling. but this time it was a whole butterfly he made from his notebook paper.

he spent the effort to learn small cute things to do for you and it's literally the cutest thing ever.

"does it look okay? that one's my forth attempt" he said, making you laugh. "oh it's more than okay, jake, it's perfect." you replied. "and i would pester you with kisses right now, but we're in the middle of a class"

"aw bummer, i should've given it to you after class then"

"no worries, you can get them after class"

"i should make you these way more than i planned to if this is my reward, might as well make another one right now" he said teasingly leaning a bit closer to you, making you embarrassed.

"oh you shut up."

"i love you too" he said giggling, knowing that it made you feel a lot better.

gosh you can't explain how much you love this boy. he treats you so well, making sure you feel okay and always trying to make you smile every time you're not alright, he's always there to accompany you and his ears and arms are always open whenever you need it. he's there to comfort you by hugging and giving you little kisses.

he may give you paper butterflies made from notebook papers in real life to show his random affection towards you, which is literally the most adorable thing ever, nothing can ever compare to the butterflies he gives you on the inside every time you're around him.

check out my playlist! (pls)

taglist (open!) @sunwoahkim @chanshyuck @squiishymeow @maiverie @thicccdiccdaddy27

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh

a/n: im a seijoh stan and theyre my little plant babies

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

this is so long oml i hate myself

theyre an actual boy band istg

lets be honest, they probably thought you were just another oikawa fangirl

they thought you just wanted to be closer to their captain bc you were another delusional girl who wanted to live out her fantasies

lmao im not trying to be salty

but when you just stared blankly at oikawa tooru after he called you a beautiful flower,

stageplay hinata calling you a mugwort

the team just about threw themselves on your feet

tbh you werent really there to get a boyfriend or for oikawa

you just needed an after school club and the other teams already had managers

the only sport that didnt was the boys volleyball team

imagine why

you were actually a little wary, since you knew of oikawa, being a first year yourself, and you were aware of his psycho fangirls who could probably kill you

but you needed a club that would last you for the next 3 years to graduate

it was kunimi who actually recommended being a manager

you were in his class and you noticed him sleeping in the morning so you gave him your energy bar

‘thanks’

you shrugged and smiled

thats why he tolerated you more than others

you were nice and you were the only one who noticed his tiredness, even the teacher left him alone, and did something about it

sometimes, you even gave him an energy drink

‘can you tell me why youve been so tired lately? i dont think ive seen you wake up until lunch’

he opened the snack and started munching while replying

‘early morning practice for volleyball is still a big adjustment. our captain demands us to be there 6 in the morning sharp and if we’re even a minute late, we’d have to run laps. like for every minute youre late, you have to run those amount’

oh my why is kunimi talking so much

but i love kunimi and first year seijoh boys rights in this household is valid

you furrowed your eyebrows

‘but yall are still growing and you need all your sleep. if i were there, id yell at your captain’

he grinned slightly, imagining your short height beating up their captain

‘meh. you want to be our manager? i saw you looking at the clubs board yesterday and we dont have one so you could take the opportunity and beat him up then’

ofc you agreed bc kunimi was best boi and you just wanted him to have enough sleep for once

after class, he waited for you to finish packing up and when you finished, yall left the classroom

until another guy with a spiky hairstyle joined you and you noticed him as the guy who sometimes came over to eat lunch with kunimi

‘oh, hello l/n-san’

you smiled gently

‘drop the formalities, kindaichi-kun. its only fair.’

he nodded before walking beside kunimi

‘kindaichi, l/n might be our new manager’

the onion head excitedly looked at you

‘really?! yes! so we dont have to fill our bottles ourselves anymore!’

kunimi glared at him and slapped his stomach

‘shes our manager, not our maid’

you laughed but placed an arm on him

‘its okay. i was a manager for my middle school volleyball team so i know a little bit about being one’

the two shared a look

god, they really hit the jackpot

as yall walked closer to the gym, you noticed the big pile of girls huddling at the corner

kunimi sighed

‘l/n, ill warn you ahead of time of our captain. hes kinda,,,, too much’

but you flashed him a smile

‘hes not the first one ive handled’

oml player-chan!!!

so when you opened the door and entered the gym and oikawa hit you with his normal antics, you just stared at him

‘okay and?’

hanamaki and mattsun howled before rushing to you and grabbing you in a hug

‘girls like her really exist!!’

you gave kunimi and kindaichi a signal of help and they nodded before gently prying the senpais off of you

‘senpai, please’

you gave kunimi a grateful nod

coach irihata went up to you bc wow, kunimi has a friend with of another gender?

‘how can we help you, miss?’

‘im l/n y/n, first year, and id like to apply as the manager’

internally, the coach sighed bc you werent the first one to apply

the reason they havent had a manager for years was bc of oikawa’s fangirls hiding themselves under that false facade

but he saw you brush off that comment oikawa make with no hint of fluster or blush on your face so he decides to give you a trial run, in guise of seeing if you could handle these chaotic boys

‘do you have any experience as manager? or do we need to teach you the ropes?’

‘i was a manager for 3 years in my middle school volleyball’

he nodded

‘ill give you one month. a trial run of a month to test the waters’

you agreed and your trial run began

kunimi mentioned that morning practice starts at 6 am sharp so you set your alarm for 5 to get ready and get to school on time before the boys

you remembered how to set up the nets so you quickly put them out (using a step stool bc we short) and ran to get the basket of balls

their water bottles were filled and you were in the middle of lugging the big basket of towels when the third years entered

the 4 of them usually came earlier than the rest so they saw you dragging the basket of fresh towels and wipe your sweat before smiling at the work youve done

iwa was so happy bc it was usually him who did this stuff and now that he had someone do it for him, it was like a god-send

oikawa’s eyes shone and he waved at you

‘yohoo, y/n-chan!’

you cringed at the loud voice of the famous oikawa tooru

‘hello, oikawa-san’

he chuckled at your politeness before hugging you

‘you did all this for us? youre so cute, y/n-chan!’

instead of the normal blush and love-struck eyes, you were actually very uncomfortable of the sudden skinship and you quickly ran to the side when iwa hit him at the head

‘shittykawa! leave her alone!’

‘iwa-chan!’

makki and mattsun stood next to you as the boys did their usual fight

‘is this all an act or are you really not attracted to oikawa?’

mattsun shot him a surprised look bc why was he so straightforward

but you just shrugged

‘hes cute, i admit. but ive seen much cuter and the boys in my middle school team was basically full of him so,,, and i hate guys who think theyre all that just bc theyre blessed w a pretty face. if anything, ill probably go for iwaizumi-san’

pop off S I S T E R!!!

you just won the heart of these two

slowly but surely, they all came to accept you and iwa straight out loves you bc you maintained this routine for the whole month of your trial run

and you still remained indifferent of oikawa’s advances and he was even impressed and slightly agitated that you werent paying attention to him

‘y/n-chan, one date! just one!’

you huffed before looking up from your clipboard

‘i like men, oikawa-san. not boys’

that comment made the guys shriek

‘y/n-chan! youre just a first year! you dont need a man!’

‘youre not a man, oikawa!’

you left oikawa to be tormented by his teammates and went to go and hand over the report to the coach

he was impressed by the notes you made bc they were ones he even missed

like the split-second of hesitation that kindaichi usually has that goes unnoticed but you immediately saw

or the wince oikawa has whenever he so much as jumps an inch

you could even tell the difference between iwa’s spike and if he was being easy or he was going full-out

this added on to the fact that the boys loved you and irihata actually saw kunimi try more

but he thinks its only to earn your praises

‘y/n, youre officially the team manager’

yall celebrated at the normal hang-out spot which was the ramen shop and it truly shocked you at how much these boys ate

granted, this was the first time you ate together but you didnt expect them to eat nearly 5 bowls each

you could only finish 2 and you already feel like throwing up

‘honestly, how do you guys not gain weight after this?’

the table you sat at, iwa, kindaichi, mattsun, and kunimi, looked at you and shrugged

‘i work out’

‘i run’

‘i fast’

‘i poop it out’

lmao im sorry i cackled too hard at this

you stared blankly at mattsun’s answer who said it so seriously that you snorted a laugh

they watched you and your laughter bc you havent really expressed yourself as much

so they made it their goal to see you laugh more

‘y/n-chan! you need to eat more!’

oikawa shouted, clearly food drunk, but you shook your head aggressively

‘i only planned to eat one bowl but he just had to shove another down my throat’

‘but you need to grow, y/n-chan!’

‘i want to grow taller! not wider!!’

As a manager:

oh boy

you basically grew into kinda their mom

‘oikawa-san! you need to rest your knee or youre going to hurt yourself! i will drag you home myself!’

‘kunimi, if you try to get this one more spike, i’ll buy you a bag of those caramel bites you like’

‘iwa-san! if you hit oikawa-san too much, youll destroy the little braincells he has!’

‘yahaba-san, nice dump!’

‘is your knee okay, watari-san?’

yall really forget that watari and yahaba exist sometimes smh

it was part of the work

keeping up with seijoh

so to keep them encouraged, you gave them praises that they always demand for and they always turn to you whenever they did something good

mattsun gives you a look whenever he blocks iwa’s spikes and you give kindaichi a head pat whenever he blocks some too

bc of how you are with them, sometimes, they forget that you are actually just a first year

they get shocked whenever you walk in with kunimi and kindaichi and talk about the current homework bc it slips their mind that their hard-working manager was actually just a 15-year-old girl

so, they try to ease the burden whenever they can

like iwa offering to help you whenever you have to take their jerseys to the laundrymat

or offering to help you with your assignments since theyve only been through it once

more like watari, yahaba, and iwa bc the matsuhana are clueless and acts like they completely skipped that grade

also

!!!!

oikawa’s fangirls ltr dont leave you alone!!!

now, its known that youre the manager of the volleyball team bc oikawa has boasted about your efforts and such

this obvs ticked off a bunch of girls bc they were jealous that you got to spend more time in a single practice with their precious oikawa-senpai than they have their entire lives

more than once theyve cornered you to threaten you to stay away from their senpai or youll have something coming for you

you never take them seriously bc you can fight too and you just give them a look and push them away

but this one time

TRIGGER WARNING-START

okay tea

the self-proclaimed president of the oikawa tooru fanclub, kenta miyo, cornered you at the bathroom with her other minions

you were just washing your hands and drying them off when she marched up to you and grabbed your hair before tugging it back

obviously you were surprised and shouted

‘oi! what the hell?!’

‘you slut! you need to stay away from my tooru, got it?!’

ehm what

you hissed and wrenched her arm from your hair and pushed her away

your hair was now a mess and you were fuming, already sick and tired of the torture these girls put you through

‘he belongs to himself, not you! so stop being delusional and leave me alone already!’

she signalled for the girls to hold on to you which you slapped away but they forcefully grabbed your arm while you kicked at them and struggle to get out of their hold

jesus what do these girls eat

miyo watches you struggle with a smile and cackles

‘oh? no fight anymore, little kouhai?’

you glared at her

‘i dont want to beat yall up bc id get yelled at by tooru so you need to let me go or regret it’

at the mention of his first name, her eyes widened and her face twisted and she slapped you

‘oi! respect your senpai, you brat! dont you ever say oikawa’s first name!’

your lips curled

‘oh? thats funny, because he actually told me to call him that since he wants his cute little manager to be very comfortable with him’

you achieved a feat that she has been working to get her entire high school life and miyo was not happy

‘ive been with him for 3 years and you just suddenly show up out of nowhere and call him that?! i dont think so!’

she had her hands around your neck and you gripped her arms, making her wince

but you laughed at that comment

‘heh, thats pathetic, isn’t it? here you are, my senpai, who has been vying for his attention for 3 years only to be ignored yet a mere first year, who shows up out of nowhere, has been asked to a date nearly a million times every day. that must be tough’

she shrieked at that comment and threw you on the floor, making you accidentally hit your head at the edge of the sink

yall im actually so bothered by this scene and im wincing as im typing

you bit your lip to prevent any sound of pain to escape bc you knew thats what she wanted to hear from you

but you werent going to give her the satisfaction

instead, you looked up at her, hatred swirling in your eyes

‘youre freaking psycho, you know that? once tooru and hajime knows about this, theyre going to give you hell. they wont ever let this go bc im the manager of their prized team and their little baby sister. so go ahead, do what you want with me. bc i paid too much for these nails to be tainted by dirt like you’

saiyo, a girl you noticed to be watari’s classmate when you went and visited him, nervously tugged on miyo’s jacket

‘miyo, we should go-’

‘SHES BLUFFING. AND HERE, SINCE YOUR SOCCERFIELD FOREHEAD IS BLEEDING, LET ME HELP WASH IT OUT’

and she poured over a carton of banana milk over you, making you wince at the sticky and cold liquid

the tough facade was crumbling and you were now screaming for help in your head, hoping that stupid theory from yahaba about team telepathy to work

but it didnt

TRIGGER WARNING-END

when miyo and her girls left, you sat on the floor, soaked and sticky and bleeding

then you begin to cry angry tears

you were angry that you were being treated like this just bc you were a manager

you were angry that you let them do that to you

you were angry that you prized your nails more than punching her square in the nose

you were just angry

periodt

staggering on your own feet, you stood up and leaned on the sink, eyes widening at the dripping red liquid from the gash on your forehead, staining the porcelain sink

you were stupid and unconsciously touched it making you wince

‘shit, that hurts’

you whined quietly

there was little you can do with toilet paper and water to clean yourself up but you managed to at least stop the bleeding

you knew you had to be put on concussion protocol just in case bc you that hit was quite hard but at the moment, that wasnt your concern

practice has already started and this was the first time you werent present for daily practice

this was confirmed at the constant buzzing of your phone in your skirt pocket which you didnt listen to and instead, started thinking of ways to go to your locker and get your stuff and fake being sick but at the same time, not be seen and relayed to the team

time was ticking and you had to come up with a plan fast before oikawa will send the team to come looking around the building for you

once you looked at your reflection and smiled big, you decided it was enough to not show the pain you were in right now

girl im hurting for you

you peeked out of the bathroom door and saw the coast was clear so you quickly ran to your classroom, which was thankfully empty, and quickly grabbed your things

but as you were packing up, the tears just kept falling

it didnt stop as you bolted down the stairs, using your cardigan to hide your face from the public

once you were safely out of school grounds, you finally took out your phone and reviewed through all the worried and concerned texts from the team group chat

but you just replied, ‘im fine but i just feel really sick right now. girl stuff’

you smirked, knowing that would keep the boys away

but oikawa had to go and ask you to call him

‘y/n-chan! do you want oikawa-senpai to come over with chocolates and ice cream?! wings or no wings?!’

your jaw dropped at the question and clearly scandalized by the question

the team was too as shouting began and you could faintly hear iwa scream, ‘oh my god, shittykawa!’

‘im seriously okay, oikawa-san. i just need to be alone right now and ill try and get some sleep. good bye’

then you hung up

there was no way you could tell them

they were in their last year anyways so doing something about it wouldnt matter

and you were strong

but apparently not strong enough to fight them off though

you would cover the wound with concealer and continue on with practice tomorrow as if everything was normal

but there was only so much you could take

just yesterday, they trashed your locker and a week ago, they took your bento and threw it away

you even got into a fight with this one girl but she scampered away, too scared to do anything alone

so you were actually just tired and want everyone to leave you alone

believe me, youve thought of quitting sometimes

but youve actually created a bond with these boys

like when you take hanamaki to get cream puffs whenever he loses against iwa in arm wrestling

or when yahaba calls you at ungodly hours to express his worries for next year and to fill oikawa’s shoes

it was simple moments that you shared with each player that kept you from not leaving

soon, you found yourself crying again and the looks pedestrians were giving you was starting to make you uncomfortable

a girl, with her gross hair in a bun, puffy eyes with a bleeding wound and walking down the street

that was a sight

so you cut a corner to an alley by your house to escape from the judging eyes and you were too busy wiping your eyes to see a boy who was crouched down on the floor and ended up walking over him

omg my baby kyoken hello luv!!!!

you gasped and you were surprised and quickly apologized

kyotani was originally about to yell at you, no matter what, but he saw the state you were in and concluded you were either from a fight or was beaten up

he recognized that and decided to just glare at you and go back to feeding the stray dogs and cats

you breathed a sigh in relief when he didnt yell at you bc that wouldve been the last thing you needed today

‘sir, im sorry for hitting you. if there is something i could do for you, dont hesitate’

he ignored you and you focused on him paying attention to the strays

going into your backpack, you had a milk carton and a sausage stick from earlier

you used your thermos lid to serve as the milk bowl for the cats while you peeled open the meat and used your scissors to cut chunks of it for the dogs to have some

kyotani watched as you went into action to feeding the animals that people usually ignored

he knew you

well, he recognized you

when he watched from the top of the gym, he saw you as their manager who ran around and helped everyone

sure, he still didnt trust you

but he watched you grin and smile as the animals started to eat

‘im in a hurry right now so i have to go but ill feed you again tomorrow, okay? you too, stranger-san. ill bring food for you too’

then you stood up and ran away, probably in a hurry to fix that wound

he wouldve offered to treat it for you but he remained silent, watching the cats mewl at the now empty lid

the next day, oikawa was worried for you and when he saw you at early morning practice, he practically glomped to your side

‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’

you cringed but nodded

‘im okay, oikawa-san’

‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’

‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’

*cue everyone busting a lung*

to this day, no one still knew what happened to you

you kept it quiet and you were sure you got everything handled

except for one person

kyotani was smart and for some reason he knew you got beat up by the fangirls and the perpetrators were easily found bc he saw them huddled around your locker, probably trashing it again, and lets just say,

no one is def going to mess w you now

back to manager moments!!

during practice matches, the boys rally around you to prevent other teams from sweet-talking you

they make sure no one gets past them and always have excuses to get your attention

you knew what they were doing but you pretended not to, heart warming at their protectiveness and hunger for your attention

even though you have your own jacket, the team gives you theirs all the time like oikawa has his special team jacket w his name at the back and when he feels threatened by schools like johzenji, he makes you wear it

‘youre mine, y/n-chan and i want that blondie to know’

‘ehm, no, oikawa-san. im iwaizumi-san’s’

oikawa screamed

lmao training camps w them is CHAOTIC

YOU WANT TO CRYYYYYY

OIKAWA IS CRYING BC IWAIZUMI IS BEATING HIM UP, MATSUHANA ARE FREAKING OUT THE FIRST YEARS ABOUT THE GHOSTS IN THE WOODS AND NOW KINDAICHI REFUSES TO LET GO OF YOU, WATARI GOT LOST GOING TO THE BATHROOM AND YAHABA IS SCREAMING ABOUT THE WEATHER MESSING UP HIS HAIR AND MAKING IT FRIZZY

reminder: threaten to quit everytime they get too much

your hugs are the best!!!!

you have a special hug for every player

oikawa gets his favorite which was the normal arm around the waist with your arms around his neck while he snuggles in your neck

iwa gets flustered easily so you hug him from behind so you cant see his flustered look

mattsun actually likes the jumping in the air so he catches you type of hug

makki is more tame and has his arms around your shoulder with his chin on your head

yahaba is the twirly kind where he just picks you up and swings you around

watari also gets flustered easily so he likes the one-arm hugs

kindaichi gets blushy at the slightest touch from you but he gives you a hug from behind you himself where he can bury his face in your hair while you caress his arms

kunimi, now he likes it when you squeeze him extremely tight bc it makes him feel loved and feel alive

kyo doesnt even talk to you what makes you think you can give him a hug

their lost for shiratorizawa really broke them though

you made them their own bentos for nearly a week to keep them encouraged and gave oikawa extra attention to keep him from sulking or practicing late

‘oikawa-senpai, lets go watch that new movie later’

‘S-S-SENPAI?!’

then the arrival of our baby kyoken

yahaba was moody the whole practice and you were currently trying to keep him from spiking a ball to someone

‘even just today, he’s late’

‘who?’

‘that stupid dog’

he just keeps mumbling and grunting

and then the said dog arrived

you peaked out from behind iwaizumi, who protectively went in front of you

shock ran through you and you pointed at him

‘puppy-kun!’

lmao puppy what

youve called him that since he refused to tell you his name, but you call him that bc he paid special attention to this one baby beagle

he raised a hand in greeting and you gave him a smile

‘youre a player here, too?!’

he ‘glared’ at you but nodded stiffly

the team really thought that he would lash out at you but he is surprisingly tolerant

the power of the manager

he still hasnt talked to you but he does respond to you and even helps you with chores, still not talking ofc

hes so tsun tsun and he deserves my heart yall

however, youve heard him talk to iwaizumi, and iwaizumi only, so youve heard his voice before

ngl, you were flustered by how gruff and deep it was

then their loss to karasuno

bruh, it was KARASUNO

the entire team fell apart and after the match, each of them ran away from you to stop lashing out

you were also on the verge of crying, seeing the broken look on your third years

your precious third years

you decided to give them their own space but you heard a loud banging sound from the bathroom

yahaba and watari were outside, clearly trying to talk to someone in there on coming out but it got louder

okay you were lowkey like, ‘hm, i should not be here’

but you recognized that voice

you knocked at the boys door to be respectful

‘kyo-san? its me, y/n’

he was silent but he did unlock it

you took this as a sign to enter and you gave yahaba and watari a smile

‘i’ll be fine. go to kindaichi and kunimi. they need your comfort right now’

tbh, you were surprised the bathroom was still intact but you saw the stall door at the very end being rattled and shaken

you remained by the door but you wanted to go to him

‘kyo-san, please come out so i can treat your injuries’

he expected you to say those words like ‘its okay’ or ‘theres always next year’ but you didnt

instead, you knew he was hurt and wanted to help him

he continued to give a few punches to the wall and the door before emerging

you wordlessly treated the wounds and offered your hand

‘im here, kyo-san. dont worry, im right here’

at the ramen shop, you told them to eat as much as they want and wordlessly gave them your card, slightly crying inside bc you know this was going to be like over a hundred dollars

but you were treating the boys bc they deserved it

you sat beside kindaichi, who was just sobbing and apologizing, so you were wiping his tears and holding his hand under the table

this precious babie

bruh i was sobbing when i watched this part like uuggghhhh

after dinner, you walked with the other third years, knowing they would go to the gym, so you gave everyone else your special hugs before sending them home

‘text me when you arrive safely, okay?’

‘yes, mom’

‘KINDAICHI WHAT’

oikawa’s speech made you cry bc despite only knowing them for not even a year, you already feel like a family

you didnt want your family to be broken but you knew they would all go their separate ways eventually

there was a big hug pile of third years on the side where you took a picture and sent it to the group chat

you had to eventually go home after helping them clean up and when you checked your phone, a fresh batch of tears rolled down

each from every person on the team but with the same sentence and same words

‘we love you, l/n y/n. thanks for everything.’

ngl i dont think this was that good and its like 8 in the morning and im extremely tired

i want to do karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani but im so exhausted i cannot right now

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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 3 - Room Service

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Synopsis: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale's problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.

Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions

Chapter Summary: It’s the day after the Coronation Ball and Harper realises that she missed her flight to New York... but Drake has alternate plans.

Word Count: 6,400

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, fluff, smutty smut)

Chapter theme song:

Chapter 3 - Hotel Room Service

When I come to, the first thing that I become aware of is the warmth of Drake's chest against my bare back and the feel of his arms around me as he holds me close.

With a blissful sigh, I snuggle deeper into his embrace, finding his hand under the covers and looping my fingers through his.

A lazy smile spreads across my face as I revel in the luxury of not only waking up naturally without the Beaumont alarm clocks barging into my room to rouse me at the last minute for some kind of important appointment, but of waking up next to Drake for the first time.

Hmm... Important appointment...? Why did that sound... important?

"Shit...!" I gasp, bolting suddenly upright.

"Gale, what's wrong?"

The bedside light comes on behind me. Turning around, I see Drake sitting up as well, eyeing me with concern, his hair even more mussed than usual from sex and sleep.

"I fell asleep..."

He raises a brow. "That a problem?"

"I... I don't know," I admit, feeling my shoulders slump. "I was supposed to be on a plane to New York..."

Amidst the shock and humiliation of the press scandal, I had been ready to run as far and as fast away from Cordonia as I could, even though I had felt my heart breaking as I said goodbye to Drake on the phone at the airport. But our unexpected declarations of love for each other had thrown a massive spanner in the works... And now I have no idea what we’re going to do.

"Like hell you were," he scoffs. "I didn't drive all this way for you to just eff off again."

"But I can't go back to Cordonia," I point out. "I'm on the cover of every newspaper and magazine by now. Plus they filmed the whole thing live. I won't be able to take two steps without the paps pouncing on me."

"And you think going back to the States will make a difference?"

"I... No," I admit glumly.

The gossip mags are never going to drop a scandal this juicy. If anything, the story is probably hitting the newsstands on the other side of the Atlantic as we speak.

Flopping back onto the bed, I cover my face with my hands. "Drake, what am I going to do?"

"We," he corrects, leaning over me to drop a kiss on my nose, "are gonna clear your name and figure out who did this to you. And make them pay."

Peeking out from between my fingers, I can see that he is gazing down at me with a look full of love and determination.

I wish I had his optimism...

"How?" I sigh, drawing my hands up through my hair in frustration.

Pulling me back into his arms, he says, "By tracking down that photographer to find out who hired them and then getting the Sun to retract the story. And if they don't, we'll sue them for libel. The others should take the hint after that."

"But you haven't even gotten to the bottom of the bachelor party photos, we have no idea where Tariq is, or who he's working with, and now you want to start yet another investigation to figure out who's behind the latest smear campaign? I think that's a bit ambitious."

"Actually, I think they're all connected," says Drake, drawing little circles around my bellybutton, making my skin tingle. "If we can get to the bottom of one, we'll get to the bottom of all of them. But to do that, we need to return to court."

"Eugh..." I groan. "Do we have to? I've already had enough fancy hors d'oeuvres and not-so-polite conversation to last me a lifetime."

"Trust me, I know," he agrees ruefully. "But the engagement tour is coming up and that'll give us a chance to do some digging as every royal and celebrity correspondent in Europe's going to be tagging along."

"Madeleine mentioned something about that at dinner last night..."

"Think of it as a weeks-long, multi-destination engagement party."

I stare at him in disbelief. "It's the social season all over again?"

"Kinda. Only this time most of the fixtures will be abroad. The idea is for Chris to parade his new bride around for all of Cordonia's allies to meet and greet before the wedding... with the whole court in tow."

My gut tightens at the mention of Christian's name.

"Will... Will I even be allowed back?" I ask uncertainly. "Christian did kind of kick me out."

"I'll deal with Chris," growls Drake. "He owes you a fucking apology."

I lay a hand on his chest. "Please don't do anything that will get you banished as well."

He lays his hand over mine with a wry twitch of his lips. "Don't worry. I won't. I need access to the Guard's secure network to track down the photographer."

"What about the person who has it in for me?" I ask, running a thumb over his skin. "Won't they come after me again if I go back?"

Drake's face clouds over slightly. "Maybe. But maybe not. I'd like to assume that since they think they succeeded in preventing you from becoming queen, they'll back off."

"I'm sensing a 'but' there..."

He sighs in confirmation. "But we'll need to be careful and take some precautions. We don't know how deep this goes. And we won't find that out until..."

"...we go back to court," I mutter dejectedly.

He’s right — there is no alternative.

With a resigned exhale, I say, "Fine. I'll do it. On three conditions."

Drake drops his head with a groan. "Your provisos are gonna be the death of me, girl."

"You don't know what they are yet."

"But I already know that I'm going to agree to them, despite my better judgement."

"Then I don't see why you're complaining, Walker," I reply sweetly, hooking my leg over his waist to roll myself on top of him. Pushing myself up, I look him square in the eye. "Do I have your attention?"

"Full and undivided," he drawls, sliding his hands eagerly up my thighs.

I roll my eyes at him before turning serious. "First, you're going to teach me self-defence."

His hands stop at my hips as his eyes meet mine questioningly.

"I know you think it's your job to look out for me," I press on, "but you're not always going to be at my side once we return to court. And I don't want to end up in another helpless situation where I am at the mercy of someone bigger and stronger than me, especially while whoever has it in for me is still out there and will probably not be best pleased that I've come back. So, if the situation arises, I want to be able to hold my own... On my own."

He assesses me for a long moment. "Alright."

"Thank you," I say, bending down to kiss him softly on the lips.

His hand fists into my hair to hold me against his mouth so he can return my kiss with heartfelt vigour. "Second?" he asks gruffly.

"You're going to take me on a proper date. Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards."

He arches a brow. "Am I, now?"

"Yes. You are," I inform him decisively. "Since you drove all this way, I want a day out in Paris with you. Like we did that day in the capital. Take the opportunity to see the sights, eat some good food... just the two of us. Because I doubt we'll have a chance to do something like this when we get back to Cordonia."

"The other dates not pass muster then?"

"Oh, so they were dates, were they?" I ask with equal dryness. "I thought you didn't do those."

"Never said I didn't," he replies. "But you were technically off-limits at the time, so..."

"I don't think plausible deniability's gonna fly, bud," I tell him. "Apparently we weren't as discreet as we thought we were..."

His brows furrow. "Who knows?"

"That I know of? Let's see... Maxwell and Hana, obviously..."

"Guess there's not much of a surprise there..."

"...Olivia..."

Drake pulls a face.

"...or at least, she suspects...and Leo."

Drake's brows shoot up in surprise. "Leo?"

"It took him all of two seconds to figure out something was up between us in Monaco."

"Which means Chris might know as well..." he sighs. "Fuck..."

"I'm guessing you haven't talked to him yet?"

He shakes his head.

A disturbing idea pops into my head. "Do... Do you think he sent me away because he found out about us?"

The look on Drake's face tells me that he's thinking along the same lines. "I don't know," he admits eventually. "Guess we'll find out when we get back. And the third thing?"

"You're going to order us room service," I tell him with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. "I'm starving."

He lets out a throaty chuckle. "When are you not?"

"I'm not going to apologise for having a healthy appetite," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.

In the next instant, I find myself on my back with Drake looming over me.

"Deal," he murmurs, trailing hot kisses down my neck as he pins my arms above my head. "But I get to have dessert first."

"Oh?" I ask with a grin. "What were you planning to have?"

"You."

My mouth drops open in surprise as he begins making his way down the valley between my breasts while drawing his hands down my sides. "But you... We already..."

"That was this morning," he states matter-of-factly, trailing his tongue down the sensitive diagonal from my hip bone to my groin, making me shiver. Glancing down at him, I see the heat in his eyes as he adds, "It's lunchtime now."

"Are you...planning on having me for dinner as well?" I ask shakily as he moves lower to the inside of my thighs.

"I'm not going to apologise for having a healthy appetite," he declares with a wolfish grin, grabbing my hips to yank me towards him.

I gasp when his tongue makes contact with my already slick centre.

Fisting my hands into his hair, I arch myself into his mouth with a moan.

He loops his arms around my legs and uses his fingers to spread me wider before drawing his tongue over the length of my clit with exquisite slowness, making me shudder.

"Christ, you taste good..." he whispers before eagerly flicking his tongue over me again... and again... and again.

"Drake...!" I plead, throwing my head back.

"Hmm?"

"Drake, please...!"

While what he’s doing is incredible, it’s driving me to the edge of reason, and if he doesn’t pick up the pace soon, I’m going to scream.

"Please, what, Gale?" he drawls, circling my wet folds lazily.

Ohmygodheismaddening! "Please... just... just..."

I can’t seem to be able to get the words out, so I resort to thrusting my hips up at him, hoping he'll get the message.

But his arms are locked around my middle, keeping me pinned exactly where he wants me... at the mercy of his teasing mouth and tongue.

"Just trust me," he assures me, glancing up briefly from between my thighs with a look that makes my heart skip a beat. "I'm gonna take my time and you're going to enjoy every last second of it."

I whimper as he dives back in to swirl, lick and glide over me as if he has all the time in the world.

As he works me insanely slowly, but surely towards release, my breath starts coming in shorter and shorter pants until it felt like I’m going to stop breathing all together as my entire being becomes subsumed by the frankly unparalleled sensations he is drawing from my body.

"Drake... Oh, my God... Drake...!

Without skipping a beat with his mouth, he responds to my cries by shoving his fingers into my tight centre, making me scream as I finally — blessedly! — explode.

Stars burst in front of my eyes as he helps me ride the orgasm to its glorious peak before easing me back down to earth again, my entire body throbbing with ecstasy.

As my consciousness settles languidly back into my body after the mind-bending high, I become aware of the sound of a phone vibrating.

"Don't move," Drake commands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he withdraws from between my legs. "I ain’t done with you yet..."

All I can manage is a wheezy squeak in response.

Being in bed with this guy is unreal...

My entire body feels like it’s been turned to Jell-O and my head is still spinning from the intense climax he had just put me through. So, even if I wanted to, there is no way I can even think about going anywhere, let alone being able to actually move my limbs.

God only knows what he plans to do to me next...!

I hazily watch him locate his suit pants on the floor next to the bed. Picking them up, he pulls his phone from one of the pockets and I see his mouth twist slightly at the sight of the caller ID.

With a resigned sigh, he accepts the call.

"Yeah?"

While he listens to whoever is on the other end of the line, offering the occasional mutter of acknowledgement in response to what is being said, I let my eyes drift over his chiselled body, his ruggedly handsome face that is creased in annoyance at the interruption, and up to his silky, chocolate-coloured hair, which is sticking up in all directions from where I held onto it for dear life moments ago.

And even though he is standing in front of me in all his masculine perfection, having given me yet another mind-blowing orgasm, I still can’t quite believe that this is for real, and not just some mystical daydream.

"Alright. I'll be there."

"W-what?" I ask, my voice still shaky, as he ends the call.

"Looks like we'll have to do Paris another time," he replies sourly, dropping his phone on the bedside table.

"Why?" I ask with a frown.

"Chris wants me back."

My stomach drops. "Sounds ominous... Did he tell you why?"

"To discuss what happened at the Ball. He told me last night he wanted to talk, but I didn't think he'd set up the meeting for tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow?!" I exclaim, bolting upright. "But that means—"

"Yeah. I know. It's gonna be a long drive."

"Are we ever going to catch a break?" I groan, flopping back down onto the bed in exasperation.

"Well..." he drawls with a sexy smirk as he crawls back onto the bed… like a tiger stalking its prey. "It's only 1pm now. There's still plenty of time between now and when we'll need to leave in the morning..."

"Nuh-uh, cowboy," I declare, pressing a hand into his chest as he attempts to climb on top of me again. "You've had your fun. Now you need t—"

"But I'm still hungry..." he murmurs seductively, parting my thighs with his knee as he looks down at me like I’m a piece of prime rib-eye, and he hasn’t eaten in days. "...and you're still wet."

A soft moan escapes me as I feel his blazing erection nudge against me.

"Drake..." I sigh, more in need than in protest.

As even though my stomach is grumbling about not having eaten since the Coronation Ball, the rest of my body is screaming out for a very different kind of sustenance.

I’m never going to get enough of him...

But given that we slept through breakfast, and it’s now early afternoon, I know I need food, especially if Drake’s planning on putting me through even more intense cardio.

So, with concerted effort, I open my eyes and flick my hips slightly to the side, denying him access.

He raises a brow at me. "Y’think you can escape, huh?"

In the next instant, I’m straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist as he sits back on his heels.

I try to squirm away, but his hands are locked onto my backside with an iron grip, holding me steady against his hard length.

"I told ya, girl," he growls, nipping at my neck. "I ain’t done with you yet."

"And I told you that I need food," I counter breathlessly. "Now get on the phone and order some before I pass out from hunger."

He assesses me for a long moment, no doubt weighing the pros and cons of quickly finishing what we started now, versus being able to take our time later.

I keep my gaze steady, even though every fibre of my being is crying out for him.

"Alright," he concedes, dropping a kiss on my nose as he loosens his hold on me. "But after lunch, you're mine."

"Aren't you demanding?" I quip as I quickly slide off the bed before he can change his mind.

"Harper. You have no idea how many times and how many ways I've imagined getting you down and dirty," he says softly, his hot gaze licking over my body. "So, I'll be damned if we're leaving this room until we absolutely have to. Especially since we can no longer have a week to ourselves like I was planning on."

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. "You... you want to condense a week's worth of sex into one afternoon?!"

"If you're game," he confirms with a cocksure grin. "Or you worried you won't be able to keep up?"

I gulp.

He's already blown my mind three times in the space of six hours (at least five of which we had spent sleeping) and I’m sure I can survive the marathon sex session he obviously has in mind without turning into a drooling vegetable.

But — like him — I’ve waited too goddamn long to pass up on uninterrupted, no-holds-barred time with each other.

"You know I can hold my own against you, Walker," I reply, crossing my arms determinedly over my chest.

Famous last words, Harper...

"Good," he grins. "Because who knows when we'll next get a chance to be together like this, just the two of us. So, I intend to make the most of it."

"You'd better get on that phone then, shouldn't you, cowboy?" I purr as I saunter towards the bathroom. Pausing in the doorway, I glance back at him with a sultry look. "Clock's a-ticking."

I underscore the last word with a smack on my ass.

In the space of a heartbeat, Drake's leapt off the bed like a panther, crossing the distance between us in a flash.

But before he can reach me, I've closed and locked the door.

"Hard foul, Gale!" he decries from the other side of the barrier.

"Maybe I like making you work for it, Walker," I tease.

I hear him chuckle before he reluctantly shuffles off to ring up for food.

With a wry shake of my head, I make my way over to the shower.

I smell like Drake and sex — a heady combination for sure! — and even though he made it clear that we will be staying in bed for the rest of the day, I want to freshen myself up a bit at halftime.

Catching sight of myself in the oversized mirror, my jaw drops in shock.

My entire body is flushed, my hair looks like a tornado has swept through it, and I can see the glistening results of our amorous activities smeared on the insides of my thighs.

A snort of amused disbelief escapes me as I stare at myself.

I was no virgin, but I have never looked — or felt — like this after sex.

Obviously, I’d spent more than a few sleepless nights during the social season imaging what it would be like with Drake, but he has somehow managed to blow even my wildest fantasies out of the water.

And while every girl dreams of finding that one guy who can not only rock her world, but who also has the looks and personality to match, I have definitely hit the jackpot with Drake!

I throw my reflection a self-satisfied grin as I grab a hair-tie from my make-up bag and twist my hair into a bun on top of my head while I complete the journey to the shower.

Turning the water on full whack, I grab a towel while I wait for the water to warm up. Stepping under the spray, I let out a low exhale as the hot stream hits my neck and chest and cascades down my body.

After hanging out for a few minutes, I reach for the mini bottle of body wash, humming softly under my breath.

Despite everything that has happened over the past week or so, I feel like I am the luckiest girl in the world. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I‘ve been this happy... Maybe when my parents announced that they were taking me to Disneyland for my tenth birthday.

I am in the process of opening the cap when I yelp in surprise, nearly dropping the bottle as I feel arms wrap around my waist.

"I told you not to do that!" I exclaim, whirling around to face Drake.

"You've never told me not to get in the shower with you," he replies in a deadpan manner.

I can't help but laugh as he spins me back around and extracts the little bottle from my fingers to place it back on the rack. "You and your technicalities, Walker... But how did y—?"

"I have my methods," he responds roguishly, leaning in to drop kisses on my shoulder while his hands slide down my back to round the curve of my hips, like they had done at the beach party when he had spread sunscreen on me.

But unlike that afternoon where I had to mentally restrain myself from responding to his touch, I now let my backside thrust unashamedly towards him, and a shiver runs down my spine as I brush against his already — still? — hard cock. "But the food..."

"Ordered and on its way," he breathes into my ear, running his hand up my stomach to my breasts, making me moan as his fingers find my nipple.

"Then should... shouldn't we—?" I gasp as his other hand snakes down to dive between my legs, short-circuiting my brain in the process.

"Chillax, Gale," he whispers as he proceeds to circle my still-sensitive clit with his fingers. "We have thirty minutes before it gets here. And I intend to make full use of it."

My eyes flutter shut with a throaty moan as his hands get to work in earnest. I lace my fingers into his hair to steady myself, leaning back against his firm body.

After a few delicious swirls that leave me panting, he changes tack to begin sliding his fingers back and forth, the heel of his hand braced against my public bone to keep me flush against him.

"Drake..." I whimper as the fingers of his other hand circle my nipple with the same sensual rhythm while the steady stream of water pummels my chest, sliding down my stomach and legs like a caress.

"Yes, Gale?" he drawls, running his tongue up the side of my exposed neck to my earlobe.

My entire body is still tingling from earlier, so it’s taken no time at all for him to coax me into readiness. But this time, I want more than just his fingers… amazing as they were at making me forget my own name.

"Drake, I need you..."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he smirks against my neck.

He pushes me forward and my hands fly out instinctively to splay against the walls of the shower to stop myself from falling over. Grabbing my waist to pull me back against him, and I feel him shove my legs wider with his foot.

I inhale sharply as he slides in, my hands slipping down the wet tiles as my entire body curls around the sensation of us joining together again.

"Jesus, you're tight..." he grunts as he adjusts his hold on me.

I gasp as he begins to move slowly.

He’s right. It does feel tighter and much more intense from this angle. Like he’s pushing himself into the very centre of my being, every movement of his hips making me quiver.

"You okay?" he asks, running a hand down my back questioningly.

In response, I slide my hands up the wall and arch my back, changing the angle slightly. I hear a groan escape him as I shove myself back against him more forcefully. Taking the hint, he picks up the pace, tightening his hold on my waist to keep me exactly where I need to be for maximum effect.

I throw my head back, revelling in the heart-stopping feel of us coming together again and again, each thrust making me call out his name with increasing urgency.

"Fuck, Harper," he pants, his fingers digging into my skin. "You have no idea...how hot you are...right now..."

"Hot enough... to make you come?" I ask saucily, rocking my backside against him. My entire body is trembling with anticipation, but I don’t want to let go until he’s ready as well.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, yes..."

"Then don't hold back."

With a low growl in the back of his throat, he yanks me back forcefully against him at the same time as he drives forward.

I gasp, feeling the force of the penetration all the way up in my throat.

The gasp turns into a moan as he slowly slides out before impaling himself deep inside me again, this time making me cry out at the intensity of the sensation.

He repeats the pattern, again and again, each time a bit faster until he's barreling into me so hard and fast that we're both calling out desperately for God and each other as we become overwhelmed by the experience.

He explodes inside of me with a guttural cry, and I feel myself constrict around him before I am shattered a heartbeat later by a deep-seated release that rocks me to my very soul.

My arms give way and I slump against the cool tiles of the shower, my entire body pulsing from head to toe, as I gulp desperately for air.

"Christ, girl," pants Drake.

Opening my eyes with some difficulty to glance behind me, I see that he is leaning against the wall, his face flushed from exertion, chest heaving as he tries to calm his breathing.

"That was... something else,” he says, swallowing thickly.

"Worth making you work for it?" I ask with a languid grin, closing my eyes again.

He scoffs wryly. "I'm not gonna answer that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'd be lying if I said 'no'. But I know that if I say 'yes' then you'll just take that as a free pass to make me work for it every time."

"Not every time..." I correct, pushing myself off the wall and turning to face him on shaky legs. "Just... most of the time."

"Uh-huh..." he mutters unconvincedly, brushing his knuckles down my cheek.

"It would be for your benefit, Walker," I purr, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning into him. "You just admitted that it was worth it."

"I said no such thing," he counters, running his fingers down my neck and then my shoulder.

"Yes," I insist breathlessly, my body arching towards him on its own volition, as if it still needed more. "You did."

"I was talking provisorily."

"That's a fancy word, Mr Walker," I remark with an arched brow. "You got a law degree in addition to your Poli-Sci and medical degrees, that I don't know about?"

"I never actually finished my degree."

"Oh. Right. Because of Christian..." I smack myself mentally on the forehead. "Sorry, I thought..."

"It's fine," he replies, dropping a kiss on my nose. "Like you said — I've lived it all already. Going off to uni was more of an excuse to get away from court than getting the expensive piece of paper at the end of it."

"Don't you want to go back and finish it?"

"Not really. I mean, it wouldn't make any difference if I did. But, anyway," he says, reaching for the shower gel behind me. "Food's going to be here in a minute, and we should make ourselves at least moderately presentable."

We quickly soap and rinse ourselves off. Drake gets out of the shower first and is in the process of towelling himself off when there's a knock on the door.

Wrapping the towel quickly around his waist, he strides out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him to give me privacy while he dealt with the room service.

I soak myself for a little while longer, not really wanting to move. But when my stomach rumbles loudly, I decide to turn the water off. After drying myself off, I shrug into one of the hotel bathrobes. Glancing up at the mirror, I let my hair out of its bun and untangled it with my fingers.

Taking a deep breath, I look my reflection in the eye.

"Well, here goes..."

I walk out of the bathroom and am greeted by a sight that stops me dead in my tracks.

Drake has pulled the desk away from the wall to create a make-shift dining table at the foot of the bed and laid it as if we were in a fancy restaurant. But what really takes my breath away is the fact that he is standing shirtless next to the bed, faded jeans slung low over his hips, twirling a single red rose between his fingers.

"M'lady," he drawls, offering me the flower.

"What's all this?" I ask dazedly, taking the rose.

"You said you wanted a proper date," he replies. "Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards. Since we can’t go into Paris like you wanted, I've had to improvise."

"Drake Walker the romantic," I tease with smile, lifting the rose to my nose. "Who'd've thunk it...?"

"Yeah, yeah," he smirks with a roll of his eyes. "I'm a big ol' marshmallow. Just don't tell anybody..."

"Your secret's safe with me, Romeo," I promise with a wink. "As long as you really are willing to go the whole nine yards and break out the awkward ice-breaker questions and first-date nerves."

He cocks a brow at me as he leads me to the end of the bed. "Don't you think we're a bit past all that, Gale?"

"Yeah," I concede. "But I still want to do it. There's a lot that I don't know about you."

"What d’you want to know?" he asks, walking around the table to sit down next to me.

"Let's start with some easy ones... Like, are you a dog person or a cat person?"

He shakes his head with a wry smile as he picks up his fork and knife. "Definitely dog. You?"

"I like both, but I lean towards dogs as well," I reply, cutting into the tenderloin he'd ordered. "Ever had a dog?"

"There have always been a pair of dogs at the ranch, but they were there more to guard the property than to act as pets."

"Have you ever wanted a dog of your own?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it a few times. But with all the travelling and erratic schedules, I didn't think I could make it work. Plus, Regina's allergic, so pets got effectively banned from the Palace when she married Constantine."

"That sucks..." I admit. "You would've thought that with all that space, she wouldn't notice if someone had a dog or a cat."

"I think Chris is planning on revoking that royal order. He's been hankering after a dog ever since he was eight."

"Well, then maybe you can get one too. What's your favourite TV show to binge out on?"

"Archer."

I snort in amusement. "Of course you'd like a dysfunctional workplace comedy featuring a snarky, whiskey-drinking spy."

He glances at me. "I'm surprised you know of it."

"I have three older brothers, remember? They usually ended up in control of the remote, so I've watched pretty much everything they've ever been into. Hence why I lean towards action movies instead of chick flicks. Favourite movie?"

"Eugh... Do I have to pick one?"

"Top three then."

"Die Hard, Bad Boys 2 and The Dark Knight."

"Not any of the Avengers movies?"

"You limited me to three."

I laugh. "Fair enough. Favourite comfort food?"

"Sloppy Joes," he replies, throwing a couple of a fries into his mouth. "It's simple, it's filling, and you can eat it without fancy cutlery."

I glance at him with a grin. "Is that your criteria for good food then?"

"Pretty much," he shrugs. "Though I do appreciate a good steak. Even if it does require a fork and knife."

"I don't think you'd qualify even as part Texan if you didn't," I remark with a smile as he takes a big bite of his own steak.

"What about you?"

"Chocolate chip pancakes – American style, obviously – drenched in maple syrup and topped with bacon."

Drake's eyes widen. "Are you trying to give yourself a heart attack?"

"I don't have them very often. Usually only when I go over to my Nana's. Her pancakes are to die for."

"Yeah. From a trans fat and sugar overload."

"Hey. Don't knock it till you try it."

"I'm not knocking it. I'm sure they're great. But that doesn't mean that it's good for you."

"Says the person with the whiskey obsession?"

"It's not really an obsession... Just a habit I picked up from Dad."

"He was a whiskey man as well?"

"Yeah. He started introducing me to bourbon when I turned 14. And before you say anything..." he cautions with a meaningful look, "the legal drinking age here is lower than in the States."

"Actually, I was going to say that I'm surprised a 14-year-old could enjoy a whiskey. It's not exactly an introductory kind of drink."

"To be honest," he says with a small smile, "I didn't really care for it initially. But at the funeral, everyone was served a shot as a way to remember him by. And I guess that made it take on a new significance for me."

"So, it's something you do to honour his memory?"

"Kinda. At least, I did to start with. I'd do a shot on special days – like his birthday, Christmas, that kind of stuff. But, over time, I learned to appreciate the whiskey for itself. So, it basically became my go-to drink."

"What's your favourite whiskey?"

"That I've ever tried, or drink regularly?"

"Both."

"That Eagle Rare I had on Hana's yacht was pretty special. So, that's probably the best I've ever had. In terms of favourite that I drink regularly, it's Maker’s Mark. It's cheap and easy to get hold of pretty much anywhere."

"What about your break-in-case-of-emergency whiskey? Is that not a favourite?"

"It is, but it's not one I drink regularly."

"Because it's so strong?"

"Because it's about two grand a pop."

I nearly drop my fork. "You gave me whiskey worth $2,000? So I could wash down some painkillers?"

"Was it, or was it not an emergency?"

"You could've given me a glass of water!"

"Yeah, but the whiskey did the trick, didn't it?" he shrugs nonchalantly. "It knocked you out for about six hours."

I shake my head in disbelief. "You're impossible..."

"I thought you knew that by now," he murmurs with a side-long glance as he polishes off the rest of his food.

God, he’s infuriating!

But when he looks at me like that, brow raised suggestively, mocha eyes sparkling, a smile tugging at his lips — not to mention shirtless — he could commit first degree murder in front of me and I'd still want him.

"Anyway," he declares, setting his fork and knife down on his empty plate and turning to face me. "I believe it's my turn to ask the questions."

"Oh, yeah?" I grin, reaching for the chocolate soufflé. "What do you want to know?"

"Do you prefer this...?" he asks, flicking the folds of the robe apart.

I suck in a breath as he ghosts his right hand up the inside of my thigh.

"...or this...?"

He tugs the top of the robe off my shoulder with his other hand to feather his fingers over my collarbone, making me shiver.

I grip the edge of the bed, dessert forgotten. "Do I... do I have to choose?"

"Yes," he confirms, his right hand moving over my stomach to trace the inside of my other thigh while his left hand trailed up to my neck.

My eyes flutter shut as I gasp, "But everything you do is amazing..."

"I want to know what turns you on more."

"Mmm..." I bite my bottom lip as his hands continue to explore. "First one..."

"Good choice," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "And now that we're done eating, tell me where you want to do it next."

"Actually," I gasp as he yanks the rest of the robe off me, "there's still the chocolate soufflé..."

"You can have it later," he declares, pulling me onto his lap so I'm straddling him.

"Hey," I protest. "You've had your dessert, I want to have mine. Plus," I add, giving him a playful look, "those killer abs of yours look like they'd pair nicely with some gooey chocolate sauce."

He quirks a brow at me. "Are you sure it's the soufflé you're after, Gale?"

"Yes," I murmur, tracing the contours of his abs with my fingers. "But I think you'll be delicious as well, Walker."

He throws his head back with a laugh. "Fine. You can use me as a dining table. But I get to return the favour."

"What makes you think there'll be any left for you?" I ask, pushing him back onto the bed. "After all," I purr, drawing my tongue up his stomach to his chest, making him groan, "I love chocolate."

The story continues in Chapter 4 - Southbound

A/N: So previously, I know I had Drake say that his go-to whiskey was Jack Daniels (and the wine-cellar chapter in Lythikos I had Drake bring a bottle of JD with him as well). But I have since been informed by by whiskey aficionado’s that JD is only really drunk by women, college kids and people who have no idea what real whiskey tastes like, and so, if Drake is a serious whiskey drinker, he wouldn’t touch JD with a ten-foot pole (on the basis that it’s sticky-sweet and has a rather unsophisticated taste in comparison to other (better) whiskey). I have therefore update the references to JD to Maker’s Mark instead (as I was told that this is the ‘lowest’ quality a season whiskey drinker would deign to stoop to).

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lucycola · 3 years

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The Lone Survivor; Spock x Fem!Reader

Premise: Fem!Reader accidentally bonds with Spock when rescued from her own starship crash. Hijinks and unbelievable plot points ensue for my own pleasure. Not sure if I’m writing mind melds right but eff it.

WARNINGS: Mentions of bodies and blood. Movie amnesia. Paternal Bones figure to reader. You get the drift. Movie sci-fi healing and medical procedures. It’s StarTrek, what do you expect.

Part 1: There Was Something In Everything About You

You still felt the cold from the tundra below enveloping your body. Your little body shivered under the thermal blanket and a calloused, albeit gentle touch sponged your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and you half expected your vision to still be clouded with harsh whiteness.

Why? you thought. There’s no snow, Why would there be? You didn’t know where you were.

Soft, faded blue eyes smiled gravely in your blurred line of vision. “Welcome back,” said a weathered voice. “Take it easy now,” it instructed firmly as you moved to sit up right. Your whole body roared in ache, especially in your left leg.

“I’m your doctor, Doctor McCoy,” said the man in blue, his hand moving to your shoulder. A woman, donned in blue as well, hovered behind him with a curious expression. “You’re on the Enterprise.”

Your voice was scratchy at first, but found itself buried in the base of your throat, tumbling out sloppily. “Hello, my doctor, Doctor McCoy.”

He smiled gingerly, “Do you remember what happened?” It was the first of a long line of question that only rendered blank stares and subtle shakings of the head. ”You were found near the wreckage of the starship the U.S.S Calvary.”

No, you didn’t know what happened or what happened to your ship the U.S.S. Calvary.

The name felt like a knife in your chest and you could only give your doctor, Doctor McCoy, and his nurse, Christine Chapel, watery blinks.

Hell. You didn’t even know your own name.

A long series of tests and more questions continued. Your leg had been broken in three places (to which your doctor, Doctor McCoy, had expertly mended shortly after your arrival) and you were suffering from an awful concussion resulting in-

“-acute post traumatic amnesia, Jim,” your doctor’s voice rattled you from a sticky, uncomfortable slumber. “I don’t think you’ll be getting much from her.”

“The crew is still salvaging data from the wreckage. There’s no telling what’s been lost or if we’ll even find out the cause of the wreck,” said the other. “It’s worth a shot.”

A golden man approached you with sunshine behind his expression, and along something a little sad. Like the doctor he interrogated you with similar questions, some a little trickier than earlier. Thought provoking and pressing. Desperation. However, his voice was soft and made you feel welcome.

“If there’s anything you can think of or if you remember something please send for me right away-” the golden man’s brow furrowed, “Still no name, Bones?”

“Not yet.”

“He’s been calling her kitty,” Christine said.

The doctor grumbled, “Well, she’s got big cat eyes. Looks a lot like my Jo.”

“Jo?” you inquired innocently.

“His daughter,” replied the golden man.

You hummed sweetly.

“If you remember anything,” the golden man said in response with his own dazzling smile, “Please. You are the only one.”

The realization hadn’t yet touched you and you only offered a dizzy smile, “Yes, Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise. I will.”

He exchanged an amused look with his ‘bones’ and turned on his heel to leave.

You still felt cold. The palm of your right hand itched. Neither of the man, blue or gold, were the right one. You could feel a tiny pull in the back of your head. A warm place, away from the tundra or the medbay, both stark white and freezing.

Where was the right one? What an odd thought. What even was the right one? You didn’t even understand your own thoughts. Everything was foggy and heavy. You struggled to be alert, at least of all receptive to everyone’s courtesy. They wanted to know so much and you wanted to help, but you knew nothing. You were an empty cannister of what you used to be.

Except that pull, that sensation in the back of your brain. It was a palm, bigger than your own, waiting for you somewhere on the ship.

“She’s shivering again, Doctor. And crying.”

“Take it easy now, kitty cat,” he said quietly, “This will help you sleep.”

“Yes, Doctor Bones.”

The hypo didn’t help you sleep. You tossed and wracked in a freezing sweat, crying, still stuck in the tundra. Masses of dark, solid ice surrounded you, in bellies of red and pink snow.

You are the only one.

Funny, twisted shapes of dark ice with bulging eyes and gaping mouths.

How? How did you only survive with a broken leg and a bruised head? Luck?

A hand reached out, to you, anchoring onto your right. An angel.

You could hear his own self, humming in the back of your mind - a explosion of foreign presence. He had moved closer and you were pulled from sleep once again.

“...a few of the logs have been retrieved, but have sustained partial damage that can be corrected. A personnel roster has yet to be obtained from the data. It is imperative that such data is retrieved before Starfleet launches an official investigation.”

A warmth enveloped your entire bodily, tingling and washing away the tundra.

“And why is that, Mister Spock?” the captain asked, suspicion lining his inquiry.

“When I came into tactile contact with the survivor I was able to acquire personal information,” the angel replied in turn, “Lieutenant Y/N L/N of the botanical division.”

“L/N,” the captain hummed in assent. The name felt shapeless and empty in your mouth. It was yours, but still didn’t feel like it.

“Anything else?”

“ I was able to retrieve memory fragments from the lieutenant as well. I read large amounts of the human emotions guilt and fear. It can be deducted the lieutenant may have had some indirect involvement with the crash.”

“Why is it crucial to launch our investigation before Starfleet?” the captain asked with a forming smirk .

There was a pregnant pause.

Mister Spock had noticed you finally, sitting up right staring widely at the both of them. The warmth intensified in your right hand. A muted sensation creeped in the back of your mind, barely tasting of curiosity and embarrassment?

You could remember it. The ship. The crew. The ship crashing into the icy tundra below, hundreds of bodies being ripped from the deck and into the sky. You had held on somehow, strapping yourself in right before contact.

You awoke to blistering cold and sharp wind, tangling your hair. You crawled.

Twisting angles of dark, icy shapes dotted the snow like landmarks. White snow. Red snow.

The crew. Four-hundred men crewmen dead.

Your scream was silent, wrenching in anguish. How could this happen?

“...located another crewmember for corpse retrieval.”

You moved to scream again, still silent, croaking in the back of your throat. You reached out.

“I negate my last statement, Captain.”

“Why is that, Mister Spock?”

“She is alive.”

You could only see a blurred version of your savior hovering behind your outstretched limb.

“Do not be afraid,” he had said, hand enclosing around your iced one, red and raw.

You knew him in an instant.

Do not be afraid. The Lord has great favour with thee, whispered in the back of your mind. A loose memory.

Despite the terrible memory you smiled at him now, eyes big with awe and yet still fear.

“T’hy’la,” he said in a sharp tone, almost reprimanding.

The word was foreign to you, but it felt like an insult and your brow creased.

“I must remove myself immediately,” the monotone voice of your savior said almost hastily. His statement felt like a slap in the face.

“Doctor Bones, I want to go back to sleep now.” Your voice was broken, your face buried in your hands. Two sets of hands braces themselves on your wracking body, emitting little sobs.

“Kitty, what’s wrong? Did that hobgoblin upset you?” Bones asked.

Nurse Chapel patted your shoulder, “Now, now, Y/N take some deep breaths. Mister Spock is the one who found you. There’s no need to be scared of him.”

“I want to see Mister Spock,” you said, between each little hiccup, “I need to-”

“Jim, I don’t know what he’s done, but-” Bones began.

“I’ll go...” Kirk looked down at you, befuddled by both of your reactions,”...investigate, Bones. Hold down the fort.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Bones retorted.

“I want to get up now.”

“It’s only been forty-eight hours, Y/N,” Bones replied, residing as his chair across from your bed. “Your tibia, fibula, and femur were all broken. I’m a doctor, not a magician. You can start on crutches tomorrow.”

“I don’t like that.”

“Like what?”

“Y/N,” you stuck out your tongue, “It doesn’t sound right. I liked kitty better.”

He chuckled, “Like I said, we’ll get you walking tomorrow. After the investigation clears we can take you to the nearest starbase and contact your family.”

You frowned, “And leave the ship?”

“That’s the idea,” he replied, “We’ve already been contacted a recovery crew. After they salvage what they can and help us with-” He winced, “With funeral proceedings we can help you along. We’ve got a number of wonderful psychologists on the ship. You can speak to on if you’d like. Might even help you regain some of that memory.”

Anyone who even spent a day on board the Enterprise and partook in any of its zany adventures would need to speak to a therapist. Bones had meant to say ‘body retrieval’, but after seeing you cry many times he had learned to be careful with his words. Poor, poor thing.

“What will happen to my crew? They will have a funeral?”

“I’m sure Starfleet will do something to honor them once the investigation is over.”

“Investigation?”

“Yes,” he treaded carefully, knowing you were already suspect at this point, “A crash like that so unpreceded without...any malfunction is strange. Especially with only one survivor.”

Your brow furrowed, “I know it’s strange, Doctor Bones. I wish I could remember. I remember their faces. And-”

Mister Spock.

“I want to see him.”

It was the fifth time you pressed the issue and Bones internally sighed. “I know. Spock is busy at the moment trying to clear your name and I’ll be busy trying to clear your health. I prescribe no stressful situations or conversations-and trust me, he can be very vexing. Now, it’s time for your dinner.”

You had slept often during your time in the medbay and faking it wasn’t difficult. You had long noticed the nurse working your bed had long dosed at his stations and the others were few, far in-between.

With eyes still softly closed, you in-took an even breath.

I want to see you, you whispered inside.

You felt the warm lull in your right palm intensify, matching the newly occupied space in your mind.

I must know what’s going on. Mister Spock, see me, please, sir.

The warmth grew to an unbearable itch and you figured to follow its meaning. With a gentle form you moved up, careful not to stir the nurse and reached for the crutches.

It was hard to hobble along at first, but you found you way slowly, the warmth in your brain egging you on in the right direction-at least you hoped it was.

The end of that tunnel was waiting for you somewhere-a subside to that itch. A sleek, silver door with a doorbell of sorts. You rang it.

It was waiting for you on the other side.

The door slid open.

He was indeed waiting for you, standing in the middle of his quarters. His his left hand was a little orange bar. Recovered.

“Lieutenant,” he greeted evenly.

“Mister Spock,” you looked at his left hand, “Are you still mad at me?”

“Negative. I believe I was never, as you humans put it, mad at you.”

You didn’t press further. You felt a trembling igniting in your ankles. The thing in back of your mind clutched at the orange tape in his hand. A look. A see.

Guilty, guilty guilty, the thoughts tore anxiously.

“Do you have something you want to show me?” you asked.

He nodded curtly and took long strides with his long, long legs, to the computer and slipped the tape in. “This was only recoverable footage from the Calvary. Unfortunately for your case it happens to also be the most damning. I’ve been working most of the day and night cycle to piece it together.”

The screen spit static to life as it conjured up the Calvary’s bridge and you. You were in what you were found in: your blue uniform dress with long sleeved black fatigues underneath. You suddenly remembered being cold that day-even though you had no reason to be.

Something in your hand was slender and long. A large pipet and you jammed the glass into the neck of your Captain before firing your phaser at another crewmember.

Your brain felt light and frothy and you were caught by a steel grip before making friends with the floor.

“It wasn’t me,” you heard someone say groggily.

Spock steadied his grip, “Explain, Lieutenant, when it is you that the film portrays. His voice felt icy.

“I don’t know how,” you whispered.

It was silent a moment.

“I can look. But it will intensify the bond already at present and in the future that may prove unsatisfactory for you.”

You didn’t understand, offering a furrowed brow, but nodded to give him permission.

With his left arm anchored underneath you, his right hand featherily skimmed the side of your face.

“Our minds...are now one.”

“It wasn’t me.”

“Indeed,” he whispered in a strained voice, dipping further into your conscious. “It was not.”

PART TWO

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manianart · 3 years

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Unlikely Allience pt1

Months.

It had been months now since Sheriff had joined the Nexus project and it only took him a week of that to regret his decision. Phobos and Auditor turned out to be real and true psychopaths. They didn’t care to make everything better or to turn reality back to normal.

No. They only cared for power.

Sheriff rubbed a hand down his face. It had been days since the last time he had gotten anything even resembling sleep. His last interaction with Phobos had robbed him of the ability to fall asleep. He had lost a locator chip for one of their deliveries to one of the rebels. And he had paid for it.

Rubbing at his stomach he winced as some of the cuts from that interactions still gave off a sore sting. The door on his “office”, which was honestly more of a broom closet than a true office given to him by Auditor to keep him out of the way, suddenly slammed open, making him jump slightly. Phobos stepped inside, his face scrunched up in anger as always as he glared at Sheriff.

Ph: “You! We got work for you. Come!”

Sheriff held onto his chest, his heart racing at the sudden loud noise, before nodding and rushing after the other man, who had already left. They walked towards the facilities interrogation cells.

Strange.

Those hadn’t been used in a long while. Whenever they found a rebel in the city they usually just shot them. They had tried to interrogate them when they first captured them but they all said the same thing, nothing interesting or important, so at some point they just started to shoot them.

Two guards were waiting outside one of the cells. The doors to the cells were reinforced and thick as a grown mans forearm. Who were they keeping in that room that needed two additional guards?

His questions were clearly showing on his face apparently as Phobos answered them by simply opening the door.

Hank.

Hank J. Wimbleton was sitting at the table in that cell, bound to the chair he had been placed on. Sheriff felt a shiver run down his spine at the sight of the other man. A growl made Sheriff tense up and look next to him.

Phobos was looking even angrier now, glaring at Hank before sharply turning his head towards the Sheriff.

Ph: “Normally I’d never give you this job, you are far too incompetent to do this right, but I have no other choice right now! I have to finish an important mission so I can’t do it myself. Just ask him the questions on the paper I left you and DON’T fuck it up, got that?!”

Sheriff flinched a bit at the last sentence, nodding quickly. Phobos huffed out hard, glaring at the other a moment longer before nodding and heading off, taking the guards with him. Sheriff looked after them, worried. Phobos was almost up the stairs, the cells being in the basement, when he sharply turned once more.

Ph: “The alarm is on. No guards needed now.” “You’re disposable” is what Sheriff got from that sentence. He wanted to yell back, anger rising, but as soon as it started to rise Phobos had turned, walked the last few steps back up the stairs and was out of sight.

Sheriffs shoulders slumped again, seeing that he had missed his opportunity. Carefully looking over to where Hank sat he flinched as he met the others stare. Hank was glaring at him, his anger and venom even trumping Phobos. Sheriff started to shiver before quickly looking away towards the table. There it was, the piece of paper Phobos had put some questions on for Sheriff to read out. Uneasiness still making his motions stiff and machine-like he sat down opposite Hank, trying desperately to ignore the others menacing glare stuck on him. He swallowed a few times trying to regain his voice but soon he just sighed, accepting that this wouldn’t be easy.

Slowly looking up he swallowed one more time before starting the questioning.

Half an hour later and it was clear that Hank wasn’t going to answer him, having kept silent with a dead glare the whole time Sheriff asked the questions given to him. Sheriff sighed, his heart really not in it anymore by now. He was tired. Tired and hurting and so so done with this all. Looking up for the first time in 15 minutes he met Hanks eyes. Hanks glare had dulled down to an angry but bored expression. Sheriff must’ve looked pretty damn terrible because he saw the other mans expression shift ever so slightly as he looked up. Why was he even still doing this? This was ridiculous. His heart wasn’t in it anymore and he knew it. He just wanted out. But he knew that his only escape would be death and he really didn’t want to end his own life like that. He wasn’t ready to do that...he was a coward.

An idea suddenly made Sheriff perk up a bit. Hank. He could use Hank for that. Not just to end his own suffering but Hank did want to stop the Nexus project so if he set him free he’d not only help himself but all the other people caught up in this shit.

Sheriff got up fast, nearly tipping over his chair and even getting a questioning look from Hank. Good. On camera it would look like he was just too frustrated to continue. Just to be sure Sheriff mumbled a small “eff this” before leaving the room as fast as he could, slamming the door just for theatrical emphasis.

Once outside he looked around the corridor. No more cameras, great! Rushing over to the room where the recording control panels and the alarm controls were stored he quickly disabled everything. Video, audio and alarm all turned off to really ensure Hank had enough time to get out of the basement. With that done Sheriff swallowed down some of his anxiety about the next part. He slowly got up again, having leaned down over the panels he was now straightening himself out again until he stood tall once more. Or well, as tall as someone could stand that was facing his certain death. Slowly he made his way back over to the interrogation room, a small knife in his hand that he had kept hidden inside his jacket just in case. Once there he opened the door and stepped inside quickly, closing the door behind himself so if any Grunts came by they wouldn’t be interrupted. H: “You done just asking hmh? But if you want to torture infromation out of me that knife is too small.” Sheriff flinched at the others voice but didn’t really pay any mind to the words that were being said.

He was too focused on his task at hand. Slowly walking over to Hank he made sure the other couldn’t reach out to him too fast. He at least wanted to explain what he was doing.

Sh: “I’ll cut you loose now.”

H: “WHAT?!” Sh: “With Phobos gone you’ll be able to get out of the building almost effortlessly. Just head up and then left and you’ll be pretty much out already. You can use my key card for the door. I turned off all video and audio recordings around and the alarm is off too. Just… once you are cut loose...make it quick, okay? Please don’t let it hurt too bad when you…” Sheriff swallowed hard.

Sh: “When you knock me out. I know I’m a coward for asking this of you but...please.” Sheriff exhaled a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding before slowly approaching Hank and starting to cut him loose. First the legs then the arms and then the torso. Once his work was done he just let himself fall to his knees, the knife he had been using clattering to the floor and sliding away from him.

It was done. No turning back now.

Hank stood tall, looming over him for a few moments.

H: “Why?”

Sh: “... guess I just realized that these guys really aren’t the people I want to be affiliated with.” Hank nodded.

Sh: “Make it quick, okay?”

H: “Chair.”

Sheriff furrowed his brows.

Did he just misshear the other? Did Hank say fair and had his mask just muffled his words. Before Sheriff could even fully turn towards the other to ask he felt something hit his head full force and his world went black.

--Hanks POV of all this--

He had cursed himself when he had gotten caught but better him than the others. He could withstand a lot more and he was sure he’d be able to break free at some point eventually.

Once they had brought him to a cell and bound him to a chair that hope had somewhat waned but he hadn’t given his worries away.

Phobos, the one eyed freak, had laughed at him and promised all sorts of ways he’d torture the answers to his questions out of him but in the middle of his rambling he had gotten a message and his twisted smile turned into a scowl to filled with anger it reminded Hank of the time someone tried to take away 2Bs laptop.

He had to snort at the thought of what 2B had done to the person making Phobos turn towards him, almost foaming from his mouth. More yelling but this time anger was the cause. Hank just looked uninterested at that point. Phobos wanted to yell more but got a second message. Hank smiled as the other man left the room, his walking speed indicating his anger. He had hoped he’d get some time to think about how to break out but only 15 minutes later Phobos reappeared at the door.

Hank shot him an angry glare and noticed that he wasn’t alone. The Sheriff was with him. Hank shot a death glare towards the cowardly Sheriff, knowing that the man would flinch and start to show signs of fear. Hank reveled in that fact, being able to strike fear into a man even when he was bound and unable to fight and or kill.

He heard Phobos bark orders towards the Sheriff, making the man flinch again before rushing off. Sheriff looked after the other for a while before sighing and walking over to a chair to sit across from Hank, picking up a piece of paper on a clip board and starting to read out questions.

When did that get there? Oh well, whatever. Hank just kept glaring at the other, completely blanking out his voice.

It must’ve been about half an hour before the other man started to slow and eventually stop his questions all together. Hank saw him deflate as he looked up for the first time in a while to meet his eyes. He looked tired. Tired and...sad? Hank felt his facade fall for a second, feeling almost bad for the other man for some unknown reason.

A minute or two passed before the other man suddenly jumped up from his chair with an “eff this” muttered under his breath. Sheriff stormed out the door, leaving Hank to ponder what the man would do when Phobos found out that he had gotten not a single answer out of him. Sheriff and Phobos didn’t seem to be getting along all that well. Hank wasn’t surprised. The Sheriff was a coward.

Hank had started to think about his escape again when the door was opened again. The Sheriff stood in the door for a moment, a knife in his hand.

H: ““You done just asking hmh? But if you want to torture infromation out of me that knife is too small.”

Hank wanted the other to leave again to get better equipment. Partially to get him away to have time to think and partially because Hank felt kind of insulted by that ditzy little knife. Seriously, what did the Sheriff think Hank could withstand?

Sheriff started slowly walking over to Hank, making sure Hank couldn’t reach out to him.

Sh: “I’ll cut you loose now.”

Hank blinked.

Sheriff paused, seeming to swallow a lump in his throat.

Sh: “When you knock me out. I know I’m a coward for asking this of you but...please.”

Right after that request the Sheriff got to work, slicing through Hanks restraints with the small knife. It only took seconds before Hank could stand up. The first thing he did was stretch, his back popping a few times as he did.

He turned to the other man, who was kneeling on the floor now, looking terribly small.

H: “Why?”

Sh: “... guess I just realized that these guys really aren’t the people I want to be affiliated with.” Hank nodded.

Sh: “Make it quick, okay?”

Hank gave that a thought. The Sheriff seemed to really be at the end of his wits but...it felt wrong to kill the man now.

H: “Chair.”

Hank grabbed a hold of the chair he had just been bound to seconds before, seeing it was a foldable chair. Walking up to the Sheriff he reeled back and hit the man with the chair, knocking him out cold and leaving him unconscious before he even hit the floor.

What now?

Hank leaned over the Sheriff, grabbing the knife and putting it in his pocket just in case. Looking at the man before him he felt a pang of...something. Did he really want to kill this man? It doesn’t seem like he was even worth killing anymore now. Then again, leaving him here would definitely get him killed either way. Hank gave a long groan, rubbing the bridge of his nose not really believing what he was about to do.

Leaning down again he picked up the other man, surprised at how light he was, and threw him over his shoulder.

Rummaging around in the others pocket beforehand to find the key card the other had mentioned and strolling out the complex the way the other had described.

Soon they were in a small apartment used by the resistance as hideout. Once there Hank tied up the Sheriff, just because the man was pathetic didn’t mean Hank trusted the other to not run and tattle on one of their hideouts.

Now he’d have to wait.

5 hours later Sheriff stirred awake

--original POV--

Sheriff awoke with his head pounding like crazy. Where was he? Wait. He was still alive. Moving around a little he felt something restraining his wrists and ankles. Now he started to breathe faster. This wasn’t good. Had Phobos come back early and intervened?

If that was the case Sheriff wanted nothing of what was to come. Starting to struggle he seized up as a low voice reached his ears.

H: “Stop moving, you’ll hurt yourself. Don’t wanna waste medical supplies on you just because you decide it’d be fun to be stupid.”

Sheriffs vision was still blurry but it only took him a few seconds to realize that that voice did not belong to Phobos but instead the man he had freed earlier. He looked over, relaxing a bit.

Hank stood from the chair he had been sitting on, a look on his face Sheriff couldn’t place.

Oh no. Did he just bring him along to torture him?

H: “Jeez. What did they do to you in that shit organization of theirs to make you relax when you see the man that tried to and succeeded in killing you before?”

Sheriff blinked a few times at that. His brain was still slow so it took him a while to respond.

Sh: “I-..uhm..where-?”

H: “My hideout. I’ll keep you around just in case. Plus, you might be able to tell me some interesting things about the organization.” Sheriff nodded at that, hoping Hank wouldn’t ask any questions too soon. Because if he did he’d find out that Sheriff too didn’t know that much.

H: “For now I thought of a solution to keep you where you are without having to supervise you 24 / 7”

At that Hank brought up a long chain with a cuff attached to it. Sheriff followed the long chain over to a wall where the second cuff was attached to a heater. The chain was long enough for him to move around the room and maybe even the other two attached rooms but probably not long enough to let him reach the front door.

He sighed. Well, it was better than being dead or getting tortured at least.

Soon the cuff was around his ankle.

H: “I’ll remove the other restraints now. Don’t be stupid!”

Sheriff nodded, holding out his wrists and ankles and waiting patiently for the other to do as he said.

Once free he rubbed his reddened skin a bit to soothe the ache.

Sh: “. . . what now?”

H: “I’m heading to bed. Yours is right over there. DO NOT try anything stupid or I’ll put a bullet in your head faster than you can blink!”

Sheriff gave a quick nod at that, shying away from the other as he loomed over him.

With that and a last warning glare Hank left the room.

Sheriff watched him walk out and close the door behind himself. Looking over to where Hank had pointed he saw a basic bed with a pillow and some sheets. With wobbly legs he got up from the chair he had been in and made his way over to the bed only to collapse onto it and curl into a tight ball.

What was going to happen now? Did he make the right choice? What would Hank do once he found out that Sheriff wasn’t of any use? All these questions slowly faded into the background as Sheriff curled up even more, flinging the blanket that was provided to him over himself and closing his eyes.

He could think about all those things tomorrow. For now all he wanted to do was sleep away the headache and other aches riddling his body.

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