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nicky1388 · 9 months
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these pairs of besties make my heart burst. i know O & A don't hang out like they used to, but i wish they would. they were such baddies together. and E & W are just little adorable puppies.
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“Nancy: TK, are you gonna bring one of these frogs home?
TK: Ha ha ha… I texted Carlos already and he said no.
Nancy: Of course you did.
TK: And then I asked him if he was afraid that if he screamed, “AH! A frog!” That the frog would scream back, “AH! A CARLOS!” But he didn’t find that as funny as I did”.
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whispershygaming · 2 years
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Top ten Video Game Characters of all time (in no particular order):
10. Fiona the Conartist- Tales from the Borderlands
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9. Lara Croft - Tomb Raider
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8. Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption 2
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7. Abby Anderson and Lev - The Last of us 2
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6. Amanda Ripley - Alien Isolation
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5.Steph Gingrich- Life is Strange: True Colors
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4.Malingen and Lockne- Death Stranding
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3. Summoner Yuna - Final Fantasy X
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2. Dr. Liara T'Soni - Mass Effect
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1. Lightning Farron- Final Fantasy XIII
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Amanda Brugel talks about Rita’s journey and Sam Jaeger talks Tuello in Season 5.
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laurajwellner · 1 year
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This is a film of a deeply powerful live reading of I Will Not Be Purified by writer Sophie Strand…set to live piano and violin music by Amanda Palmer and Gracie and Rachael, recorded LIVE at the O+ fundraiser event at the Old Dutch Church in Kingston, NY in August. The whole recording collaged into a mini-movie painstakingly assembled and edited by musician & polymath Holly Miranda.
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deunmundoraro-blog · 1 year
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I WILL NOT BE PURIFIED - Sophie Strand + Amanda Palmer + Gracie and Rachel
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zorbonaut · 1 year
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creepling · 1 month
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ dating digger harkness headcanons
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this is a very specific reader because i love the idea of this grimy hobo having a cute, smart girly partner that is the candy floss to his raccoon energy OKAYYY. also tcm shenanigans will be back shortly, i just had to give some love to a dc rogue like the old times<33
tags: feminine reader (wears dress, skirt, heels, mild makeup and has breasts and v) but gn pronouns. sugar daddy digger if you squint. reader is a jailbird. cuddling. pet name: birdie. smut under the cut - minors dni. polaroid nudes. (m) masturbation. thoughts of: oral (m receiving) and cowgirl.
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If you were to ask Digger the first thing he noticed about you, his caveman mind would be objectifying. But your ass did look very flattering in your skirt and the smile you shot his way was the cherry on top. He likes them sweet and innocent, you like them rugged and dangerous. It was a match made in hell heaven.
After a few dates spent in dingy pubs and lover’s lanes, he was enamoured by you. He’s never had someone look at him the way you do. Eyes full of light, glistening at the sight of him. You always welcomed him with open arms, practically throwing yourself at him. He liked how easy you were to pick up, and the way you wrapped your limbs around him. How your soft skin blushes red against his scruffy neck. No matter the setting, you sat so close to him that you were more or less on his lap. He wraps his arms around you, or has a hand on your thigh, letting nearby acquaintances know you belong together. Digger thinks to himself, “I got so fucking lucky.”
His love languages are primarily gift-giving and physical touch. More times than you can count, Digger has fallen asleep on top of you. Either on the couch, while watching a movie or he found a way to snake between your legs while sleeping, he has a habit of using you like a pillow. You developed a kinship in moments like this where you play with his hair, massaging your fingers into the nape of his neck or twirling the strands that curtain his temples. You muse at his sleep-full hums, watching this rogue unwind under your touch, satisfied like a dog receiving pets. The gift-giving is when his rogue side is on high voltage. He wants to give you the world, shower you with jewels, let you wear the best of gear. “You want diamonds? Yeah, I’ll get you diamonds,” He’ll muse, mixing his pleasures with yours. When he robs a bank, the majority of his stolen dollars has been spent on you since you met him. Did your car get towed? He bought you a new one, along with the insurance. Need a new dress for the weekend? He’s got you sorted, along with heels and a bag to match. “Can’t have my bird in peasant clothes!” He protests, “Not with that cracken’ bod.” Queue the wink.
He loves showing you off, chuffed that he proved his doubters wrong that he could settle down and have a gorgeous significant other. “What they see in you, I don’t know . . .” They say, whether that be Deadshot, King Shark, heck even Amanda is amazed by it. He keeps candid polaroids of you in his pocket on the job, looking at them when he misses you. He squeezes the unicorn plushie you gifted him when he is stressed, anything to feel your presence when you’re half the world away. A shit-eating grin on his face when people tease him about his love for you, using it to embarrass him. “Awh, it’s puppy love,” Harley cooes, and Digger nods, all chuffed with himself.
Digger gave you the nickname “Birdie” because well . . . You’re a jailbird. He is in prison for heinous crimes, after all! Oh, is he touched-starved when you’re standing there, pretty face to the phone, separated by glass and talking in your voice that melts him like butter. His eyes are eating you up, desperate to have his hands on you. He’ll do all the suicide missions going to shred off the jail time, to get closer to the day his lips are kissing yours. Blackmailing Amanda to get you the best of the best, pay off college debt, holidays abroad, and spoil you when he cannot. “Oh, Birdie, when I get out of here I’m not letting you out of my sight, you’re stuck with me.” He groans, drunk on love. All you do is smile, sliding a pack of Polaroids under the screen when the guards aren’t looking. “Have these to tide you over in the meantime,” you tease. Digger rushes back to his cell, flipping through the photos. First were of you in dresses that were his favourites, the type of ones that are flowy and floral, framing you so delicately. They get more desirable as he flips them over, and his eyes lull in lust.
Digger loves the dirty photos you send him, it drives him fucking insane. It’s good to keep you fresh in his mind, but it borders on teasing just having you to look at. He didn’t have the brightest imagination, but this was good practice. Imagine how soft your thighs are under his callous hands, what your lips taste like with the lipgloss you have on. Your delicate hands trace his bulge, your touch replacing his heavy-handed grasp. Bucking into your hands as he sucks your breasts, teasing your nipples, muttering how perfect you are. His sweet little birdie, all belonging to him. Your eagerness proves your devotion. You take his infamous size so well, your spit coating his cock as your tongue swirls around his pulsing tip. As he wanks himself off, muffling his groans, he has the faintest memory of your cunt. How wet you always were for him, how eager you bounced on his cock. His eyes closed as he pumped his cock faster, edging to the echoes of past moans you chanted in his ear.
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halsteadlover · 5 months
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𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
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*Gif and pics not mine credits to the owner*
• Pairing: Will Halstead x Fem!Reader.
• Requested: yes by anon.
• Summary: danger is always behind the corner and you learn to never let your guard down when you find yourself in a situation between life and death. Will your husband be able to save you? Will he find you in time?
• Warnings: mention of domestic violence, stab wound, blood, cursing, Will is kind of a dumbass at the beginning (what can we say? Men…)
• Word count: 5642.
• A/N: I fucking hate how this turned out bye. I’m sorry for any mistake or grammar error.
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That morning everything seemed normal.
You treated patients, cured some, discharged others and between one break and another you wasted no time going to your husband to give him a little kiss.
“What do you want eat tonight baby?” he asked. You and Will were in the doctors' break room during one of the aforementioned breaks, only the two of you in there. You were sitting on the small couch next to each other, his arm around your shoulders while you ate a bag of chips.
“Do you want to cook?”.
He looked at you for a moment and you chuckled at his expression. You both had to do a double shift that day so you knew neither of you would even want to go near the kitchen once you got back home.
“I’d like Mexican, what you think?”.
“Hell yeah! You know I never say no to Mexican food.”
He laughed at the enthusiasm you showed, meanwhile playing with strands of your hair. “Mexican it is then.”
You continued to devour the chips under your husband’s gaze who looked at you as if he had seen a mystical creature for the first time. “What? I’m hungry.” You babbled with your mouth half full.
“You don't even share with your beloved husband? So greedy.”
You glared at him before taking the last chip left in the bag and shoving it into your mouth, moaning heartily in his face. “No matter how much I love you, you know very well I don't share my food with anyone.”
He rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smile. “Wipe your mouth you pretty little bitch.”
But before you could reach for a tissue he came closer to you and licked the corner of your mouth, bursting out laughing when you pushed him away, wiping yourself with a tissue from the coffee table in front of you. “Ew Will you're disgusting!”
“Disgusting? You don't seem to complain when you take my dick in...-”
You covered his mouth with your hand before he could finish his sentence and let someone hear, feeling him smile as his eyes glistened at you. You should’ve predicted though that in true child style, he’d lick the palm of your hand.
“Will for fuck’s sake! Stop it!”.
“I can’t! God baby you're so easy to piss of,” he continued laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. You looked at him sideways before wiping your hand on his white coat. “C’mon give me a kiss now, come on.”
He wrapped his arms around your hips, trying to pull you towards him to kiss you while you tried to push him away by pressing your hands on his chest.
“No! Go away!”.
You continued to fight like children until, however, that playful atmosphere was interrupted when the door opened and Maggie entered.
“Here you are! Stop acting like lovebirds and go back to work. We have two new patients, victims of a car crash.”
After quickly washing your hands you left the break room, following Will and Maggie. You and Will exchanged a look before splitting up to go to the two patients.
The patient you took into your care – whose name you found out was Amanda – was in a critical condition: fractures of the femur and humerus not to mention the small fractures in almost her entire body, a sprained arm that would’ve required a cast, an internal hemorrhage due to the rupture of the spleen.
As you and the nurses worked to stabilize Amanda as quickly as possible, you couldn't help but notice something that bothered you quite a bit.
On her lower back, around her arms, on her thighs there were bruises that were not compatible with the dynamics of the car crash and which based on their almost faded color seemed to date back to some time ago.
“Amanda, did you have another accident a few days ago?” You asked her, your voice low so the rest of the team wouldn't hear you. She looked at you with a heartbroken expression and her eyes filled with tears before shaking her head.
“I'm just very clumsy and distracted, I often fall or bump into furniture and doors.”
Her voice was shaking and your heart tightened, knowing it was a complete lie.
“Amanda… You're safe here okay? Say one word, anything and whoever did this won't hurt you again...”
“No, no, no, no,” she became agitated and her heart monitor began to beep from her rapid heartbeat. “Please don't say anything doctor… He… Please. He's a good husband, he's just a little tired and stressed lately.”
“Hey, hey, it's okay Amanda, it's okay. I'm just here to help you.” You shook her hand and she nodded weakly. “But whatever he told you, it isn’t…-”
“It’s fine just… Just cure me.” She tore her eyes away from yours, bringing them to the ceiling even if more tears continued to fall.
It was clear that Amanda was a victim of domestic violence, she was literally terrified of her husband. You felt helpless, your heart broke for her even if you couldn’t even imagine what she was going through.
You were treating that woman knowing she’d go home and her husband would start beating her again. What kind of doctor were you if you hadn't helped her?
But how could you help someone who didn't want to be helped?
You should’ve called the police, but what would you have said to them? It was your assumption even if all the bruises and healed bone fractures were evidence of physical abuse, but you knew how the police worked, they couldn't do anything if there was no complaint from the victim. And you knew if you called them, Amanda would deny everything and it’d affect her worse than it already did.
You sent Amanda to run some tests and left her room after throwing away your gloves and washing your hands. Your mind was only focused on her as you filled out her medical records so much you didn't even hear Will come closer to you until he put his hand around her waist to great you, leaving a kiss on you temple.
“Baby you okay? How is the wife?” He asked as he picked up her bastard husband's newly created medical record.
“She was in critical condition but I believe she’ll make full recovery. The husband?”.
“He was luckier, he only suffered a few bruises and small fractures. The guy must be madly in love with his wife, all he did was ask about her and say he wanted to see her.”
“I think Amanda is a victim of domestic violence, your guy isn't in love at all,” you voiced your concerns before placing your pen on the papers and looking at Will.
“You sure?”.
“She has bruises all over her body clearly from days ago and her X-Rays show old healed fractures. Not mentioning how she’s terrified of him.”
“Wow…” Will breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “There must be an explanation…”
“Babe did you hear a word I just said? We have to help that woman. He’ll kill sooner or later.”
“Don't you think you're a little bit exaggerating a little love?” Will put his hands on your shoulders “If she doesn't tell you anything there's nothing we can do…”
“Will, he beats the shit out of her and God knows what else does to her!” You whispered/shouted with frustration. “She doesn't say anything so we let that bastard beat her?”.
“I didn’t mean that! What I was trying to say is just… Don't jump to conclusions, there must be other reasons why she must’ve gotten those bruises…”
“Oh yeah of course. She must hit herself on the side so hard she left a shoe imprint on her skin for fun. This really makes sense.” You snapped the folder close and walked away, ignoring Will who tried to call you out.
You were pissed off.
It was always the same exact story, over and over again.
How the fuck were women supposed to trust the system and report abuses when those who were part of this system didn't even believe them?
You talked to Amanda, stood by her side during her MRI and the other tests, keeping her away from her husband as much as possible.
You didn't force her to say anything, you didn't insist to let her talk about what was happening in her household. It wouldn't do her any good, you wanted her to know she had a choice, you wanted to give her as much time as possible to think about what to do.
“Whatever happened I believe you Amanda, okay? You don't have to be afraid and I'll be here to help you if you want.”
That was all you said to her about the topic and she nodded slightly before bursting into a liberating and heartbreaking cry. You stayed with her the whole time, hugging her and reassuring her that everything would be okay, that she wasn’t alone.
Yet she said nothing to you, nothing about her husband, deeply terrified of the consequences there might be.
She eventually fell asleep and you let her rest, telling the nurses to always keep an eye on her and to let you know immediately if anything happened.
“Dr. Y/Ln, Mr. Connell's X-Rays just arrived, Dr. Halstead left for another patient.” A nurse had told you as soon as you passed by their station. Your heart skipped a beat, realizing you didn’t meet Amanda’s husband yet.
You wanted so much to let him rot in hell but you couldn't, you had duties to fulfill as a doctor even if he was the most disgusting piece of shit on earth.
You took the envelope with the X-Rays and thanked the nurse before she went back helping other patients. You went to the bastard's room, taking a deep breath before entering.
You tried to hide your indignation as soon as you saw him lying on the bed, maintaining a professional and impassive expression.
“Who are you? Where is Dr. Halstead?” He asked as soon as you entered his room.
“I'm Dr. Y/Ln, he's busy at the moment.”
“My wife… Do you know where she is? How is she?”. If you hadn't seen the condition of Amanda's body you would’ve even thought he was really worried.
Son of a bitch.
You swallowed the anger that threatened to release words you’d regret and that you knew Amanda would pay the price for. “She's fine. She’s doing some tests,” you deadpanned before taking the X-Ray out of the folder. “There are no serious fractures, just a small one here on the collarbone…”
“I want to know where my wife is. Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?” He blurted out, not even letting you finish your sentence.
“Sir, as I said, she’s doing some tests. She was in quite critical condition and we’re doing our best to treat her,” you replied in a flat tone although your heart was pounding. The way he was looking at you made your skin crawl and your heart ached for Amanda and the fact she had to live with this piece of shit every single day.
“What tests is she doing?”.
“I’m sorry but I cannot discuss clinical details of other patients with other people.”
He looked at you angrily. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m her husband! I have the right to know how my wife is doing!”.
“Mr Connell I’m just trying to do my job. I just came here to show you your X-Rays, like…” You continued talking, holding up them again to show them to him but cut yourself off when he pulled the covers away from his body and stood up abruptly, making you take a step back in fear.
“What’s going on doctor? Why don't you want to update me on my wife's health status?” He stated through gritted teeth, taking steps towards you and looking at you menacingly. You slowly took as many steps back, your breathing quickening as fear took over you.
“Mr Connell, just go back to bed…”
“What did that filthy whore say to you?” He spat and you were about to rush to the door and run away when he violently pushed you against it, making you fall to the ground.
“What. Did. She. Say.” He grabbed your hair in a fist and pulling you back to your feet.
You squirmed to try to escape his grasp, digging your nails into his skin. “She didn't tell me anything… I don't know what you're talking about…”
He punched you in the face in response, causing you to let out a loud cry of pain as you fell to the ground again.
“Fuck,” you muttered, holding a hand to your nose and realizing you were bleeding.
In that moment you had a glimpses of what Amanda had to go through every single day of her life and you could really understand why she was so terrified of that man.
“Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about you bitch.”
You tried to get up but he grabbed your hair in a fist again and pushed you with force towards the emergency cart in the room, so violently some objects fell from it and some drawers opened.
“You piece of shit…” you spat as you tried to get up but he walked over to you and kicked you back to the ground.
It all happened quickly.
So quickly that between his attacks you didn't even have time to process what was happening. He was overpowering you and every time you tried to hit him so you could escape, he hit you back.
He pushed you on the floor, picked you up and tossed you around the room as if you were a garbage bag.
You were lying on the ground, curled up in a fetal position as you held your stomach after a painful kick to the stomach.
Your mind went to Will, wanting nothing more than your husband in that moment.
Baby please help me.
You lay down on your back in an attempt to catch some breath but a scream echoed through the room.
Your whole body froze and in an instant everything around you stopped.
What happened?
Was that scream yours?
A searing pain went through your abdomen and a warm sensation enveloped your body.
You lifted your head slightly only to realize in horror you had a pair of scissors impaled in your abdomen.
He fucking stabbed me.
You had treated hundreds of thousands of patients with stab wounds, you had always tried to reassure them, telling them you knew it hurt but everything would be fine.
But the truth was that you had no idea what your patients were feeling, the paralyzing fear, the excruciating pain, the terror of not surviving.
You don't fully know things until you go through them and in that moment, as the blood poured out of your stomach and smeared your red uniform, making it two shades darker, your body paralyzed by shock, you really understood how it felt.
Your chest rose and fell quickly as you struggled to breathe properly. Tears began to fell from your eyes when you saw the man bending over you and at that precise moment you feared your time had come.
You feared you’d never see Will again, that he wouldn’t find out until you were dead.
You needed him, you wanted your husband.
Please Will I need you.
The man pulled the scissors out of your wound which started to bleed a lot more, staining the floor red.
He looked into your eyes and the coldness he showed almost shocked you. They were glassy, empty, devoid of emotions and any trace of remorse.
“When you see my beloved wife, tell her to start planning her funeral.”
Without looking back, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving you dying and immersed in a pool of your own blood.
The wound burned stingingly as you brought your trembling hands to it to try to make pressure, but in vain.
How could so much blood come out of a not so big wound?
Sounds of throbbing pain continued to escape your lips, your breathing heavy, your heart beating wildly.
You tried to move and lift yourself up but every time you ended up lying back on the ground.
You were too weak.
What you managed to do was crawl on your elbows, leaving a trail of blood on the floor with every step you made.
You raised an arm to try to open the door. Your trembling fingers even managed to wrap around the handle but the blood on them made you slip and fall to the floor again.
Your breathing was starting to slow down, as was your heartbeat. That feeling of heat that invaded your body turned into cold, forming goosebumps all over your skin.
You were tired. So incredibly tired.
You just wanted to get some sleep and rest a bit.
So you closed your eyes, not knowing if you’d open them again.
Will looked everywhere for you but couldn't find you. He even looked for you in Amanda's room who, however, had told him she hadn't seen you for some time. He thought you were avoiding him but he couldn't think you had abandoned your patients just to avoid talking to him.
“Have you seen Y/n?” He had asked Maggie as soon as he saw her walk by.
“No, but I’ll tell her to look for you as soon as I see her.”
It felt like you had disappeared off the face of the earth, he knew you’d never have left without warning unless it was an emergency.
He tried to page you so many times, to call you on your cell phone but nothing, he received no answer. His mind tried not to immediately think something bad had happened, he couldn't even imagine it, but it was all he could think about at that moment since no one seemed to have seen you for a while.
He thought you might’ve gone to talk to Amanda's husband, knowing you would’ve tried to confront him. So he went towards Jack’s room but he stopped in his tracks before opening the door when his feet stepped on something wet.
He lowered his gaze and looking down he soon realized with horror it was blood.
He tried to open the door carefully, his heart beating wildly as he imagined all sorts of scenarios in front of him.
The door didn't open completely, as if there was some sort of resistance on the other side, so Will tried to squeeze through the small space.
But nothing could’ve prepared him for what his eyes saw, for what he never wanted to see.
His heart stopped beating for a few seconds when his eyes fell on the unconscious figure lying on the floor and immersed in a pool of her own blood. That figure he’d never, ever wanted to see in that condition, not even in his worst nightmares. YOU.
“Oh my god Y/n!” He loudly exclaimed, immediately kneeling next to you and pressing his hands on your wound from which blood was still flowing. You didn't react, your eyes were closed, your heartbeat slow.
“Baby, wake up… Please, please, please, open your eyes.”
How long were you there? Why hadn't anyone notice this?
“Somebody help me! Hurry up!”.
“Oh shit!” The nurse who rushed there screamed, putting her hands over her mouth as soon as she saw Will kneeling down, covered in your own blood.
“Where the fuck were you?!” Will exclaimed angrily, his mind completely clouded from the anger, the confusion, from the fear of coming too late.
“Oh God… I… I gave her the patient's X-Rays… There was an emergency and… And… I-I had to leave…” she stammered, shocked.
Will gave her a murderous look that would’ve killed her on the spot if he could. He knew it wasn't her fault, just the bastard who did this to you, but he couldn't help but blame someone in that moment.
He brought his eyes back to you, only then noticing the scratches and bruises that surrounded your face.
Oh baby what did they do to you?
“I'm here love, I'm here… It's okay. You’ll be fine. Just hang on for a bit.”
One of his hands let go of your wound to check your pulse, realizing it was barely noticeable. His heart tightened in a vice as he caressed her face, staining it with your own blood.
“Please wake up, please… Don't do this to me baby, you can't… You can't… I need you…” He kept repeating, his eyes starting to glaze over with tears after yelling for help again. Dr. Crockett, who was passing by at the time, intervened immediately as soon as he realized what was happening.
“What the hell happened?!” He asked urgently as he watched the horrific scene that seemed to come out from a horror movie. “We need to take her to the OR immediately, prepare four bags of 0 neg, she's lost too much blood!”
But Will didn't let you go, he continued to stay there putting pressure on your wound and keeping his gaze fixed on you.
“Will…” Crockett murmured placing a hand on his shoulder “She'll be make it okay? She’s in good hands but you have to let me do my job, you can’t be here.”
“Will!”.
Only then he seemed to realize Crockett was actually talking to him. He slightly nodded, reluctantly letting you go and watching as they carried you away.
He was in shock, struggling to believe what was happening was reality and not just a fucking nightmare.
He raised his now red and trembling hands and his eyes looked at them for a few moments, analyzing and carefully observing the blood he hardly struggled to believe was yours.
What the hell happened?
There was no doubt it was that bastard Jack Connell who did this to you and an anger he had never felt before ran through him.
He was furious.
Furious because he had allowed someone to hurt you, because he had failed to protect you, furious with himself because he didn’t believed you when you expressed your concern.
He was devastated.
Desperate.
It was all his fault.
He stayed there for he didn't know how long, looking at those hands that until recently were pressing on your wound, the same hands that until a few hours before were holding you and hugging you.
When he finally looked up around the room, he noticed what a dire, chaotic mess there was and it was clear there had been a fight before.
Only then he realized there was no trace of that bastard, that he had probably already escaped from the hospital and with the tumultuous coming and going of patients, nurses and doctors no one had even noticed him.
He took his cell phone out of his pocket, not caring he was getting blood on it, and with trembling fingers dialed Jay's number.
Jay almost had a heart attack when he heard about what happened and seeing his brother covered in blood was awful even if he knew it wasn't his. He was worried for you while trying to calm Will down. But he was still in a catalytic state so Jay stayed with him, helping him clean himself up.
Will explained to his brother it was probably Jack Connell who did it, he told him your concerns about him mentally and physically abusing his wife but that he didn't believe you.
“It's not your fault okay? I want you to understand this. It was his fault, it’s him who did this to her and I promise we’ll get him and make him pay for what he did to her, he’ll rot in prison. An attack on Y/n is an attack on all of us.” He tried to reassure Will. “She'll make it, she’s strong but she needs you now, she needs you to be by her side, I know you're scared now but you have to be strong for her, brother.”
Will was completely losing his mind while waiting for your surgery to be over, not sitting for even a minute as he paced back and forth in the waiting room, waiting at the same time some news from Jay.
When Crockett finally came out of the OR and announced the surgery had gone well and that he had managed to sew up the wound, Will couldn't help but hug him in the throes of joy and happiness.
As he walked to the ICU, he felt a weight pressing down on his shoulders, anxiety gnawing at his stomach to the point it made him feel nauseous.
His legs trembled as he approached your bed, his palms sweated, his eyes watered as he looked at you lying on that bed, unconscious.
He sat down on a chair next to you, taking one of your hands as his thumb caressed your skin. He pressed his lips on your knuckles, leaving a chaste and small kiss so light as if he was afraid of hurting you.
He sniffed when he realized a few tears had escaped his eyes, quickly wiping them away with his fingers. “I'm so sorry baby, this wasn't supposed to happen to you,” He whispered, looking at you while struggling to keep his emotions inside.
He felt terribly guilty.
It was his fault you were on that bed.
It was his fault you had to suffer.
His heart tightened as he thought about what you had to go through and he hated himself for not being able to prevent it, for not believing you.
He didn't want to think about how scared you had been, how terrified you were of dying, how many you had called for him but he didn’t come.
“I'm so sorry I didn't believe you, I'll never forgive myself,” he kept talking to you. “How can you be so beautiful even on a hospital bed? I really am a lucky bastard.”
He smiled faintly as he looked at you. “Please wake up baby, show me those beautiful eyes I fell so madly in love with… I’m begging you…”
He stood up and left a kiss on your forehead while stroking your hair at the same time before sitting back on the chair.
“I already miss you so much you know that? I'm sorry I don't tell you often how much I love you, I'm sorry I only realized now that I risked losing you how much you mean to me. Don't get me wrong I already know this, you’re one of the most important person in my life, God only knows I can't live without you... But I didn't realize how intensely and deeply you affect my life Y/n. You… Damn it…” He finished the sentence with a sigh as he tried to find the right words.
“I can't exist without you, I can't think properly, I can’t breathe, I... I’m nothing. You completed me, you always managed to fill the void I’ve always felt inside, you’ve always been that fundamental piece to complete the puzzle. Just… Please… Please don't leave me.”
There was a moment of silence, broken only by the beeps of the monitor connected to your heart. He left another kiss on the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving your sleeping face.
“I love you so much Y/n Halstead, you have no idea how much. I stop to think about our wedding day every now and then and you don't know how much money I’d pay to go back to that day and see you again in that beautiful white dress... God I would say yes to you a million more times and if we lived other lives I would say yes to you in those too because meeting you and marrying you was the best thing I've ever done in my entire life.”
“I'm so sorry…” He whispered, the words dying in his throat before he let out a silent cry, his forehead resting on the bed as he continued to silently pray.
“I heard you the first thousand times Dr Halstead…”
Will snapped his head to you, his eyes widening and almost having a heart attack when he saw you were finally awake and looking at him.
You had a small smile on your lips, trying not to chuckle as you looked at the shocked look on his face.
“Baby oh my fucking god!” He almost screamed before leaning over you and hugging you in the rush of joy and happiness. He held you tightly for an indefinite time, fearing for a moment it was a hallucination.
He let you go though when you let out a painful sigh. “Shit I'm sorry love.” He sat down again. “How are you? How are you feeling? You need something? Are you hurting? God I missed you so much.”
“The wound hurts a little but overall I'm fine...” You replied, your voice thick and hoarse. “What happened? Where is that son of a bitch? Is Amanda okay?”.
“He ran away after what… What he did to you and I called Jay, they'll catch him I promise. Amanda is okay, Jay questioned her and she told him everything, you were right about the abuse… I’m so sorry for not believing you.”
You nodded feebly, momentarily looking away from Will who kept his eyes on you with a broken look on his face, and you took a deep breath, more painful than you would’ve ever imagined.
Image after image of the attack replayed in your mind.
Of the screams no one seemed to hear.
Of the prayers to let you go.
Of his hands punching you and throwing you against the walls and objects in the room as if you were garbage.
Of his feet kicking you.
Of those scissors that had torn your skin and stabbed you.
“Oh baby.” You felt Will's thumb wipe away a tear that had slipped down your temple without you even realizing it. “C’mere.”He stood up and hugged you as best he could again, being careful this time not to hurt you. “It's okay, you're here with me now and you're safe. That piece of shit won't hurt you again I promise.”
It was as if that hug had triggered something inside you and you burst into tears, lifting your arms and encircling his chest while venting all the suppressed emotions.
“I was… I was so scared Will… T-that I wouldn't see you again…”
Will pressed his lips to your forehead, leaving a sweet and long kiss as he savored and thanked the angels for still giving the opportunity to do it.
“I know darling, I know, I can't even imagine what you went through…”
He stroked your hair, your skin marred by scratches and bruises. “It shouldn't have happened to you, I'm so sorry my love. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you...” he kissed you again. “But you're safe now okay? Now you're here with me, you're safe, and unless I’ll die I'll never let you out of my sight again.”
You giggled through your tears, hugging again the man you loved more than anything else.
“I love you so much more Will Halstead, it's not your fault okay? Please always remember that, it wasn't you who did it but that son of a bitch.”
He didn't answer but held you tighter, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while your fingers ran through his fluffy hair. Your heart broke when you realized he was crying.
“Hey, hey, it's okay. You really think I would leave you? Who would’ve made your life a living hell if I died?” You tried to ease the tension. “Oh baby I love you so much.”
“I thought I lost you… When I found you there…” His words came muffled but he stopped, not even being able to finish the sentence. He didn't want to think about those horrible moments anymore, about the fear he felt, even though he knew those images would never leave his mind.
A feeling of anguish took hold of you after hearing he was the one who found you. You couldn't imagine how horrible it was to find your wife, your partner, the person you care about most, almost dying.
“Shh it’s okay,” you whispered “Look at me.”
He slightly lifted his head and if your heart wasn't broken enough already, it was in that moment. You cupped your hands over his face, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. He leaned into your touch, looking at you as if you were one of the seven wonders of the world.
“I'm here, I'll get better. It’s. Not. Your. Fault. If anything you saved me baby, if you hadn't found me I would’ve probably bled to death so stop blaming yourself okay? Do it for me.“
He nodded and you smiled before pressing your lips to his in a sweet, gentle kiss.
“I’m so sorry love I don’t want to make this about me,” he said wiping again his tears and you both chuckled.
“Yeah yeah, sure, you egocentric bastard.” You rolled your eyes and burst out laughing at the same time even if you stopped immediately after, holding your stomach. “Fuck it hurts.”
“I know you’re so funny baby but take it easy.”
Despite everything, despite the pain, the anxiety and the terror of dying, the fear of never seeing that red hair again, of never hugging him, you were so grateful for still being there. You were grateful to life for giving you another opportunity, for allowing to live, to cry again, to love.
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Help A Girl Out
This is my first Nick Amaro imagine from Law and Order SVU. I hope you will all like it and I'm open for any Nick requests. Feedback is always appreciated.
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Summary: (Y/n) often pops by the station to see her husband. But one afternoon, she turns up at the wrong moment and gets taken hostage.
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A sigh burned past Nick's lips and he threw his head back over the back of his chair. His knees bumped into the edge of his desk and his left hand began to tap down against the arm of the chair while his other hand flipped the pen between his fingers.
He hated doing paperwork, especially when they hit dead ends like this and the cases seemed to go nowhere. He had the right mind to kick his feet up on his desk and try to catch up on some sleep. He had been working for over twenty-four hours straight now and he was desperate to go home to bed.
He let his eyes fall closed for a few seconds before he stared up at the ceiling. If he closed his eyes for too long he was liable to fall asleep on the job and he didn't need the headache that would cause.
"Nick,"
His neck cricked when he tilted his head forward to look over at Amanda. She was slouched forward over her desk, one hand tangled in her hair and the other hand splayed out on the desk. He watched the way she nodded her head and pointed ahead of her.
A grin pulled at his lips and the tiredness washed out of his face immediately when he cast a glance over his shoulder.
(Y/n).
He straightened up and hopped out of his seat, stretching his arms above his head before he moved across the floor. The smile stretched higher across his face the closer he got to her. It felt like forever since he'd last seen her, as if a lifetime had passed him by since he'd been at the station. Days and nights blurred together and shifts stretched on into eternity when they pulled all-nighters and went without sleep to try and catch their perps.
Nick could of stood there for hours, admiring his wife.
(Y/n) was stood in the doorway to the SVU lobby, leaning a little to one side so she didn't fully block the doorway or stand in people's way. Her hair was pinned back to one side but a few strands had fallen loose and fell to frame round her face and curl around her jaw.
Her heels clicked against the floor as she shifted her weight from foot to foot out of anxious habit. But it was the way she had her arms folded across her chest that made Nick smile. He wasn't sure why, but he loved the way she would curl her arms across herself like that and drag her fingers up and down her upper arms like that.
When her eyes locked with his, her lips curved into a grin and she stood a little straighter as he approached her.
"Hi," His voice was soft and oddly quiet against the rumbling background of heels clicking, voices shouting above the papers stacking on desks and the sound of doors slamming and hinges creaking.
Nick reached his hands out to cup her arms and he tugged her closer, moving her from the doorway so she was over the threshold. Her hands reached up to hold his shoulders and she dipped her head forward to press her lips against his neck while his hands moved down to cup her hips.
He squeezed her hips, scrunching his fingers around her dress that crumpled between his fingers and allowed the pads of his fingers to mesh into her waist.
"Everything okay?" He spoke in hushed whispers against the top of her head, rubbing his nose into her hair before he did a quick sweep around the room. No one was going to care if he disappeared for five minutes to talk to his wife. He hadn't seen her in almost two days, he was allowed to take a small break since she had come all the way down here for something.
"I need a favour,"
(Y/n) tilted her head up until her lips touched the underside of Nick's jaw that acted as a button, turning him to jelly in front of her. She felt his hands dig tighter into her waist and he stepped closer until his abdomen was pressed into hers and she could feel each deep breath he took.
She looked up at him, batting her lashes before he swooped down to steal a kiss. His lips were hot and heavy against hers and (Y/n) reached her hand up from his shoulder to cradle the side of his sharp jaw. She let her nail scrape along his chin, guessing he must have taken a moment to shave at some point during his long shift since he didn't have one trace of stubble anywhere.
"Go ahead," She could ask anything and the answer would always be yes, no matter what the favour was.
(Y/n) took a step back so she could slide her bag down from her shoulder to let it drop into the crook of her elbow. She let her eyes drift up to see the way Nick's smile morphed into a smirk that showed the intrigue wash over his face. He had no idea what she was about to take out of her bag or what kind of favour she was asking of him.
His lips rolled together and he bit the corner of his mouth when he saw what (Y/n) took out of her bag.
"Help a girl out, Amaro?" Her voice was so quiet and tender that Nick almost didn't hear her for a second or two.
He took the pre-filled and plastic-packaged needle from her hand and nodded. His arm moved to swoop around her waist and he reeled her into his side as he turned to face the middle of the room.
"Sure. This way, carino."
(Y/n) could feel his fingers gliding up and down her side like feathers tickling her skin through her dress. Her arms automatically moved back around her chest, resting over her bump while Nick guided her towards his desk. The seat was still warm when he motioned for her to sit down and she cast her eyes around quickly.
She knew who everyone was just by looking at them. She hadn't met anyone from the precinct in person yet but from how Nick talked about them and described them, (Y/n) could guess who they all were. And she figured they knew who she was when she looked at his desk and saw a photo of them both sat proudly on his desk.
Her attention moved back to Nick when he knelt down in front of her and turned the chair so she was facing him. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and leaned his left arm to rest over her thighs that he parted so he could stand between them. A shiver rolled down her spine when he tore the packet open with his teeth and took out the needle.
"Can I?" He motioned his hand towards the hem of her dress and (Y/n)'s smile melted like butter.
Always the gentleman.
They were married. (Y/n) was asking for his help to take her insulin, and he was still asking for her permission to lift her dress so he could give her the injection.
Her lips pressed together to try and hide her smile and she nodded, trying to stay still and straight in the chair.
Nick held the hem of her sea green dress and slowly raked it over her thighs, relieved to see she was wearing a pair of small, grey shorts beneath her dress. He didn't feel like giving the whole squad room a view of his wife's underwear. He lifted her dress higher until it exposed her six-month bump that made his smile turn fonder.
He let her dress lay over her bump and didn't bother moving her shorts since they were tucked beneath her stomach anyway. They were getting rather tight since her stomach was expanding but (Y/n) didn't usually like to wear dresses without a short pair of shorts on underneath. Just in case.
"Ready?"
(Y/n) hummed and did her best to stay still when Nick pinched the side of her stomach between his thumb and finger. She let her eyes focus on his hair rather than his hands so she didn't have to see the needle. Needles were all well and good if they were used on someone else, but as soon as it was (Y/n)'s turn, she turned queasy.
She was slowly getting used to the slight scratch and the small burn it created and her heart fluttered when Nick brushed his thumb across the small dot on her skin when he removed the needle. He brushed away the tiny fleck of blood and leaned forward to kiss her stomach before he threw the needle in the bin beneath his desk.
"All done."
"Thank you," (Y/n) rolled her dress back down so it was draped across her thighs and her head lifted up to follow Nick when he stood up. She watched him move to sit on the edge of his desk and she felt his knee bump into hers while his arms folded over his chest and flexed his biceps.
"All good?" His head turned to look behind him at Amanda when she leaned forward with her pen trapped between her teeth. She didn't want to intrude but she just wanted to check everything was alright. In case Nick needed to go and take a break with (Y/n) for a while. This was the first time (Y/n) had come down to the station and Amanda wasn't expecting her to come here for that reason.
"I don't like needles," (Y/n) rubbed her hands together on her lap while she scooted the chair closer until her knees bumped into the desk and she could lean against Nick's leg.
"Blood clots?"
"Hm- oh, no, um, insulin. Oddly enough, the baby's decided to give me diabetes." (Y/n) smiled and leaned forward until she could perch her chin on her husband's knee. She felt his fingers feather across her shoulder and down her arm soothingly.
It hadn't been the best surprise when Nick took (Y/n) to an emergency appointment after she started going dizzy and coming down with shaking and feverish sweats. They found out she had gestational diabetes where she wasn't producing enough insulin due to the baby. There was a good chance she would be fine once the baby was born, they were hoping her body would go back to normal and sort itself out. Most women did.
But there was a chance of (Y/n) becoming diabetic after the baby was born and she prayed that wouldn't happen.
The medication to help her newfound condition didn't agree with (Y/n), it had made her violently sick and gave her horrid migraines. So the next solution when her levels didn't even out was to start taking insulin injections. But (Y/n) wasn't good at doing them herself.
Nick didn't mind.
He was all for being affectionate and helping his wife in any way he could and he had been giving her the injections every day. With him being at work for almost two days now, it meant he couldn't be there to help and (Y/n) thought she would come down to the station on the off-chance Nick might be here and could spare her a minute or two to help.
"That's rough," Amanda sank back in her chair and propped her feet up on her desk.
A gentle smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she tilted her head up to look at Nick while his hand feathered along her arm and around to her neck. She leaned her chin against his wrist and bit the corner of her lip.
"It's not so bad."
It meant she got to steal little moments like this every day with Nick and to see him smile down at her with that cheesy grin that made her heart flip. And they were getting a baby at the end of this, so it was more than worth the slight discomfort.
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"Oh, hey (Y/n). Are you looking for Nick?"
A delicate smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips as she dragged her right hand up and down her arm to try and stay calm. She treaded carefully over the threshold and made a beeline for the desk she knew was Nick's while her eyes looked around for Amanda.
She found the blonde approaching with a cup of coffee and she moved over to sit down at her desk opposite.
(Y/n) set her bag down on Nick's chair that was vacant aside from his dusty grey blazer jacket that was slung over the back of the chair. He hadn't gone far if he had left his jacket here, (Y/n) knew what he was like. He wouldn't go out without it as that was where he put his keys and his phone. It also helped to conceal his badge and gun, if needed.
"Yeah, well, I just thought I'd drop by and bring lunch." She slumped the paper bag down on Nick's desk and spent a few seconds scouting through her handbag. She made sure to quietly place Nick's badge on his desk near the desk phone, trying to do it quick so no one noticed. Nick hadn't been pleased when he had been in a rush to leave this morning and he couldn't find his badge.
(Y/n) found it an hour after he left and it gave her an excuse to bring lunch by the station for him. She knew what he was like, work came with pressure, new leads got in the way and before he knew it he had gone over ten hours without eating.
She reached into the paper bag and handed a wrapped sandwich out to Amanda. Her smile widened when Amanda just stared at her for a few seconds like she didn't know what (Y/n) was giving her, or why.
"For me?"
"Unless you're not hungry…"
"You, are a Godsend." Her face lit up with a grin when she took the sandwich offered out to her. Everyone would be willing to let (Y/n) hang around every day if she was this nice to them all. "Nick won't be long, he was just going to find some paperwork."
Moving her bag, (Y/n) let herself slump down into Nick's chair. She had managed to do her own insulin injections for the last few days but it was hard when she started to shake and it made her nervous. (Y/n) knew bringing Nick dinner would soften him up and give him a chance to have a break where she could ask if he wouldn't mind doing her injection again.
Her head tilted to the side and she slouched down a little to try and ease the discomfort in her back. Her hand moved to smooth over her stomach as she cast her eyes around the station.
It didn't seem as hectic today.
No one stood in a corner arguing and cursing to high heaven. No clattering people in handcuffs being moved from holding and dragged into the corridor. There weren't people hanging around arguing or being moved into separate interview rooms and no one was making a commotion.
It was oddly calm today. This was the kind of day Nick liked, where they could concentrate and finish paperwork and not have to worry about doing ten different jobs all at once.
"You okay?"
"Hm." (Y/n) managed a smile and nodded. She felt fine, she just had a headache which probably meant she would need to take her insulin soon. She usually had an injection after she had eaten, depending on how well her blood sugar levels were as they varied from day to day.
After a few minutes, just as Amanda finished her sandwich and went to look back through her paperwork, a loud clang rattled through the squad room and made all the distant chatter dwindle down.
(Y/n) leaned her head back and looked over her shoulder just as a large, burly man shouted "Don't touch me!" And flung his arm out at Olivia who was trying to guide him inside.
(Y/n) rolled her lips together and sighed as she turned back to face Nick's desk. That guy seemed the macho type, the kind of person who didn't like being told no or being ordered around or told to do something. She could see the way Amanda grimaced and visibly rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"I'll go see if Liv needs any help. Thanks for lunch," Her hand gave (Y/n)'s shoulder a squeeze as she walked past. They didn't need a scene being caused when today had been a calm, laid back kind of day. And Amanda knew the guy Olivia had brought into the squad room. He was rather hard to talk to and calm down and he was their main suspect in their newest rape case.
Sitting forward, (Y/n) clicked her back into place and danced her fingertips over the photo frame on the side of Nick's desk. He had one of them on their wedding day, and one of him and Zara that (Y/n) had taken.
Her hand moved across to her temple again when she felt her headache getting worse.
Maybe it would be worth her going to get a drink while she waited for her husband to get back.
She kicked her bag a little further beneath Nick's desk so no one would see it and try to run off with it. Not that anyone would get a chance when there were officers mulling about the place and Finn was sat at his desk a few feet away.
The blood seemed to rush down to her feet when she stood up and she had to take a moment to control herself and stop from letting her head loll forward and stop her knees from giving way. Her legs trembled but after a few paces, (Y/n) felt like she was herself again and the blood was circulating properly through her body. She would need to get her insulin soon though in case that was making her feel worse. She had eaten her lunch already and usually needed insulin after eating.
Nick dragged his fingers through his tousled hair and looked down at his phone just as the lift chimed and the doors opened up. He scrolled down through his phone but he only took two steps out the lift before he looked up and felt the tiredness washing out of his system completely.
"Carino," His lips curved up into a wide grin and he slipped his phone in his back pocket as his eyes set on his wife.
He was getting rather lucky these past two weeks with (Y/n) appearing at the station. It meant he didn't always have to slump at his desk and daydream about going home to see her. He didn't have to frown or grow tiresome, he just had to look up every now and then and she turned up and brightened his day and his mood.
His arms swooped around her the moment she was within reach and he pulled her to the side out the way of the oncoming people passing up and down the hall. A shiver rolled down his spine when (Y/n)'s cold hands pressed against his neck and slithered beneath the collar of his shirt.
She tugged him down until he was close enough to kiss and he could taste the sweet tea remnants on her lips.
"You both okay?" His left hand splayed out on her lower back wile he slipped his right hand between them to cradle her stomach. It was as if the baby knew exactly where they were. Nick stroked his thumb across her shirt when he felt a small kick against the palm of his hand.
"Hm. I found your badge, it's on your desk along with dinner." (Y/n) smoothed one hand down Nick's chest, tapping her fingers over his shirt beneath his tie that she wanted to take off.
"Oh, thank you," He murmured against her lips and he sank his teeth down into her bottom lip just to feel her jump and grab at his neck. "Shall we?"
"I just need the toilet."
Nick moved his hand round to squeeze (Y/n)'s hip and let his lips linger over hers for a few extra seconds before he finally let her go. He attached his lips to the side of her neck as she moved to walk past him and he felt her squeeze his shoulder as they moved in different ways.
He watched her round the corner before he moved into the squad room. His eyes landed on his desk straight away and he made a beeline towards it. He noticed the large paper bag on his desk before his sight shifted over to his badge in front of the picture of him and Zara.
Nick clipped the badge onto the waistband of his trousers over his belt. He didn't have time to find it this morning, he had been running late and it annoyed him whenever he put something down and went back later and couldn't find it. At least (Y/n) had found it for him, and a smile danced across Nick's lips at the thought of (Y/n) using it as an excuse to come down to the station and see him.
His hand drifted into the paper bag but he barely managed to peak his head inside to see what (Y/n) had brought before he stopped.
Someone was shouting.
Raised voices. Olivia and Amanda were shouting. A man was raising his voice and bellowing something so loud and fast Nick couldn't work out what he was saying.
The sound of more yelling and someone saying 'drop the weapon' made a shiver bolt down Nick's spine. He tilted his head to the left and glanced over at Finn who was already pushing up to go and see what the commotion was.
A sigh blundered past Nick's lips as he moved away from his desk and jogged out the squad room into the corridor. He needed to get near the toilets and make sure (Y/n) didn't come out into whatever situation was happening out here.
It felt like Nick rounded the corner at the exact wrong time.
The air got caught in his lungs and stones started to drop down to the pit of his stomach.
Drew. Their prime suspect in their current case.
Everything happened in slow motion. No one had chance to try and grab him, all they could do was stand near the other end of the corridor to block off his exit, but it didn't do much good. The toilet door opened at the very worst time and Nick immediately knew who it would be.
Nick ran forward but he wasn't quick enough to do anything. He was too far away and his heart physically clenched in his chest when he saw (Y/n) open the door. Before Nick could grab her attention or shout at her to close the door, Drew, their suspect, grabbed (Y/n).
He almost pushed her to the floor with the way he scrambled to grab her before someone could grab him. He was clearly thinking off the top of his head and muddling through this as he went along. One hand fisted in the back of (Y/n)'s hair and he used her hair as leverage to drag her out of the doorway and out into the corridor.
A panicked cry flew past (Y/n)'s lips and she reached out to try and dig her nails into whoever had suddenly pounced on her.
She tripped over her feet and her right arm spasmed when her elbow collided with the wall. Panic surged through her chest and she choked on her shallow breaths when she was dragged, stumbling out into the corridor. Stars danced across her eyes and her knees almost buckled if it wasn't for the hand screwed up in her hair.
But as soon as she stopped wobbling, the hand left her hair and a forearm pinned around the front of her throat. Her back slammed up into someone's rough chest and the back of her head bashed into his shoulder.
Tears welled up in the corner of (Y/n)'s eyes when she felt the barrell of a gun press into the right side of her temple.
Oh dear.
He had a gun. He was now keeping (Y/n) as a hostage. Why had he decided to grab her of all people? Why was he doing this on the day (Y/n) had come into the station? Why didn't she head back into the squad room with Nick where she would have been safe?
"Drop the gun Drew. Now!" As fast as anything, Nick unclipped the gun from his belt and aimed it at Drew, but he couldn't get a clear shot. Not with his wife in the way.
He tried to take a few steps closer as his shoulders hunched up and his elbows locked in place. He could feel Finn hovering close beside him, his own gun aimed out ready to take an emergency shot if needed. Both Olivia and Amanda were stood on the other side of the corridor, blocking off Drew's exit so at least he had nowhere to try and take (Y/n).
"Drop it!" Nick raised his voice and moved the gun to aim it at Drew's head, but it didn't phase him in the way he wanted it to.
"No! I think I'll keep her as insurance. So why don't you all back off?"
Leaning back, (Y/n) tried to tilt her head a bit higher to make it easier to breathe. And she dug her nails into the arm strapped around her neck like an iron bar.
It took a few seconds for her eyes to land on her husband but when they did, she could feel herself beginning to shake.
Nick looked frightening. Shoulders hunched up and tense, arms popping through his shirt. Gun aimed at the man behind her. His nose was crinkled and his upper lip was curled up in anger but it was the look in his eyes that made (Y/n)'s knees go weak. If looks could kill she would have been safe and back in his arms by now.
"Let her go. We can work something out, but you need to let her go." Olivia tried to get Drew's attention and when he looked at her, it let Nick get two feet closer towards them.
(Y/n) tried to stop the tears that were starting to fall down her face but she couldn't seem to help it. Shakes were rattling through her body now and she knew the man behind her could feel how badly she was starting to tremble. It made him tighten his arm around her neck which in turn made (Y/n) gasp.
She tilted her head forward until her chin was pressing down into Drew's forearm and her eyes stayed locked on her husband.
Nick held his other hand out in front of him and rose his brows, trying to keep his expression calm but it was hard to hide the anger pulsing through him. He needed to try and stay calm so (Y/n) didn't go into a panic attack.
He had to protect his wife.
"How about you let me walk out of here with her… or she gets a bullet."
(Y/n)'s knees quivered when the gun moved away from her head and suddenly pressed into the right side of her stomach. He had figured out she was pregnant.
Her teeth sank down into her bottom lip as she tried to keep her eyes on Nick and stay calm. Crying wasn't going to do anything to help their situation and she had to keep focused. But it was hard when the gun pressed deeper into her side and the uncomfortable feeling made her try and move to the left. It was bad enough that her headache had come back with vengeance and her body was ransacked with trembles.
Now the baby was starting to twist and kick and (Y/n) wanted to be sick. And she could see how Nick's stance changed, he straightened up and aimed his gun at Drew's temple. Both his wife and unborn child were now being threatened. Nick wasn't going to stand around and let Drew make demands and try to get away from this.
"If you do anything to hurt her, we can't help you. Let her go, and you can still walk away from this."
"And the rape charges, you can drop those and help me with that, can you?"
Nick's eyes narrowed when he looked across at (Y/n). He waited until Drew twisted to the side to look at Olivia who seemed to be trying to control the negotiations. Nick tilted his head to the side and parted his lips, trying to silently ask (Y/n) what was wrong. He could see the way her expression changed and she started to shake her head.
She tried to move one hand down near her stomach while Drew was occupied looking over at Olivia. And she pressed her index finger into her stomach a few times to try and get her silent message across.
She needed her insulin.
She didn't feel well. The headache and the shaking was most likely because she was lacking her injection and if she didn't get it soon, she was going to go into a hypo state.
"Drew, you'll go to court for those charges. You can convince a jury you're innocent, we can talk to the witnesses, see what we can do. But you have a whole station full of witnesses here. I'm sure no one would make a complaint if you let her go now, but if you hurt her, you won't even get a trial."
He had a chance. He had a chance to convince a jury that he was innocent, even if no one here believed him and they knew he was guilty. He still had a fighting chance if he got a good lawyer and that was all he could get. They needed Drew to see that hurting (Y/n) was going to cement his time in prison and he had witnesses this time. If he hurt her, he wouldn't get away with it but if he let her go, no one was liable to press charges. At least, they needed him to think that way so he wouldn't do anything rash.
"Let her walk me to the door. No police, none of you following us, then I'll let her go."
"We can't do that Drew." Nick spoke before Olivia had the chance to agree or try to negotiate again.
He saw the look of terror in his wife's eyes and there was not a chance in Hell that Nick would let her out of his sight. He wasn't letting Drew try and take her hostage because he didn't believe Drew wouldn't hurt her in some way. He might try and get her out the building with him to make a better escape. That wasn't happening.
"Then I'll hurt her!"
"Nick-" (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and dug her nails harshly into the arm around her neck when he rammed the gun into the side of her stomach. She knew she should be thankful he didn't pull the trigger on purpose or by mistake. But the blow was harsh and so sudden it took all the air from her lungs and left her gasping as he held her up by the arm around her throat.
"No! Drew don't- you don't need to hurt her okay? Don't!" Nick held his free hand out in front of him and took a step closer before he could stop himself.
He could feel Finn try to grab his shoulder but he shook him off. This was his family and he didn't care whether Drew found that out or not. He just wanted to keep them safe.
"I- I… feel sick." (Y/n) leaned her head forward and tried to pull on the arm around her neck. She felt like she was going to faint and now he'd hit her, her stomach was suddenly churning along with the baby turning around. If she didn't throw up she was definitely going to collapse soon without her insulin.
"We're leaving. Now."
A strangled sound left (Y/n)'s lips and she let her knees buckle so he wouldn't be able to move her so easily. She wasn't going anywhere. She wanted to be sick. Her body was giving out and she needed him to let her go.
Her fingers scratched down his arm and she pulled as harshly as she could while she moved down.
Whatever he shouted into her hair made her cringe and cower down but she couldn't work out what he was saying. Static built up in her ears that became overpowered by the sound of her blood rushing through her ears. Her head was pounding and throbbing and weighed forward.
(Y/n) let her arms coil around her waist and she tipped her head down when she felt people closing in around them.
"Drop the gun!"
Before Drew could try and heave her up to her feet again, Nick bolted forward. He grabbed Drew's wrist and twisted it round to the left until he heard a successful click and the gun dropped down to the floor. Amanda swiftly tossed the gun to the other side of the corridor where an officer moved to pick it up while Nick slammed his elbow down between Drew's shoulders and pushed him onto his stomach on the floor.
(Y/n) couldn't tell who it was who grabbed her elbows and helped to shuffle her forward but she swatted her hands out either way. She didn't want them touching her. She didn't want to move. She wanted to go to sleep. She was ready to power down and forget this had ever happened.
Nick clamped his hand down on the back of Drew's head and bashed his face forward into the floor until his nose cracked and blood started to pour down his face.
"Cuff him!" He shrugged off the hands trying to pull him back. He wouldn't do anything else, he wouldn't jeopardise getting Drew sent down for this, he just had to do something that would cause Drew the kind of pain he had put (Y/n) through.
His chest heaved and sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he moved away from Drew who had his hands pinned to his lower back so they could cuff him and get him moved.
Nick turned his attention away while his chest heaved and he moved to kneel down next to (Y/n). She had her arms pinned near her head so she could get Amanda and Finn to let her go. She swatted her hands out and cried out until they got the message. (Y/n) didn't want any of them. The only person she wanted was Nick.
"Carino… carino, baby it's me. It's okay." Once his voice registered in her ears, Nick moved his arms out for her.
He wrapped his arm around her back and moved his other hand to cradle the back of her head. His lips smothered her cheek as he rested his chin on her shoulder and pulled her into his chest. The way she grabbed his bicep with a sudden fierce grip made him jump but he didn't say anything. He reeled her into his chest and curled around her like a safety blanket.
"Alright, shh. Let's get you up carino."
Both (Y/n)'s arms wrapped around Nick's bicep and she buried her face in his shoulder and pressed her side up into his chest until he curled back around her. She let him gently pull her up to her feet and his hand clamped down on her hip to keep her standing upright when she wavered in his arms.
He moved his lips to the back of her head while his hand started to glide up and down her arm like feathers brushing against her skin.
"Call a bus." Nick glanced over at Amanda who nodded and grabbed the radio on her waist.
"Home," (Y/n) tilted her head back to look up at Nick and for a brief moment, she saw a smile flicker across his face. He flashed his teeth and shook his head as a breathless chuckle left his lips.
"No carino, I'm not taking you home. We're going to hospital, for you and for me. I think I've had a heart attack." He spoke into the top of her hair as he gently guided her towards the squad room. He was relieved his desk was close by and he kicked the chair round so he could ease (Y/n) to sit down.
Nick tried to pull back but he couldn't exactly move when (Y/n) dug her fingers into his bicep and pulled on his arm. She kept his right arm pinned around her chest until Nick sighed and leaned over. He curved his left arm back around her waist just below her shoulder blades and carefully rested his hand on her stomach. He didn't know whether to touch her stomach or not in case he hurt her, but when she didn't wince, he left his hand there to feel the baby move.
She could feel him kissing the top of her head and she kept his right arm bound against her chest with her temple pressed into his shoulder. Nick stayed stood up beside his desk chair and leaned over so he was curled around his wife.
He knew from a different angle he looked rather weird and odd, leaning over like this with his lower back and bum arched out. But he didn't care. As long as he made (Y/n) feel safe and kept her calm, he would stay hunched over her like this until the paramedics arrived.
"D-don't let go."
"I'm not going anywhere carino." He spoke quietly into her hair and he realised he was slowly swaying them from side to side. "I gotta give you your insulin soon, don't I?"
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"Everything for you" (Leah Williamson x Reader)
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It's a little late but inspired by the belated birthday girl and Arsenal's incredible quarter-final win, far less butt-clenching than the Chelsea game I just sat through!
Request: "Leah Williamson x Reader where maybe the reader has glasses but doesn't need to wear them all the, time the team has never seen them with the glasses on and they walk in for training one day with the glasses on and the girls are like hyping her up cue a cute moment with Leah Or something like that."
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Wandering into training you can’t help the yawn that escapes you as you straighten the glasses on your face. Despite being known as one of the more timely members of the squad you have not managed to do yourself justice today. Having crawled out of bed a mere thirty minutes ago you hadn’t had the chance to follow your morning routine as you would have liked to. 
You knew it wasn’t the smartest decision to be awake until near midnight the day before you were due to play Bayern Munich in the second leg of the champions league quarter-final. But when it comes to your football and your girlfriend you will never deny that your she came first. 
Easing the bedroom door shut gently you tiptoe across the carpet, trainers in hand, in hopes to avoid stirring Leah from her sleep. Despite telling her you were visiting some old school friends for dinner you had actually spent the evening at Amanda’s house planning the following day's birthday celebrations and proposal preparations for the girl you both loved. Now you just had to hope you could secure the win to keep spirits high. 
You make it silently to the drawers to dig and change into an oversized t-shirt of your girlfriend’s. Pausing as you make your way back from the bathroom your eyes run over the snoozing figure of the blonde occupying the bed in the centre of the room. Your eyes fall to the alarm clock as the glowing numbers flicker from 11:59 to 12:00. Unable to help yourself you settle your knees into the rug beside the bed, lifting a careful hand to brush fallen strands of hair behind Leah’s ear. 
As you admire your girl you see her eyelids flicker and then open, drowsily. “Hey, pretty lady,” your soft whispers earn a lazy smile from the girl in front of you, “happy birthday.”
Game-day duffle bag over your shoulder you rush your way into the meeting room at London Colney. Jonas had called you all in for a strategy meeting prior to this evening's game. Typically you and Leah would make your way in together but after early morning cuddles, she insisted you get some extra rest before the game while she headed for a birthday brunch with her family. Except your lie-in had lasted longer than intended and joining your teammates you are hit with instant teasing for your tardiness. 
“Oooh, look who decided to show up!” Katie McCabe’s voice is the loudest and the first to reach you as you enter. With a grimace, you prepare yourself for the onslaught of teasing. 
“So it turns out it wasn’t Leah making you later all these years, huh L/N?” Jen Beattie is the next to speak resulting in an eye-roll and shake of your head as your eyes naturally direct themselves to the blonde in question, she smirks at you, basking in you receiving the teasing for once.
Settling beside the birthday girl, you greet her with a soft peck, “happy birthday my love, you have a good morning?” she simply smiles with a nod and settles a hand on your thigh in response, the notion being all you needed to communicate. 
A smartass remark to your teammates is on the tip of your tongue but before you can utter a syllable a new topic is introduced. “Y/N? I didn’t know you wore glasses?” Wally’s questioning tone attracts the attention of the room and several heads turn your way, to analyse the frames on your face for themselves. 
Your eyebrows furrow, your lack of sight is never something you had intentionally hidden from the Arsenal girls, just something that never came up. “Wait! Y/N you look so cute right now! Look at you with your little gold frames!” Lotte’s declaration results in a number of the other girls also hyping you up.
You can’t help the rosy blush which rises on your cheeks, burying your head into Leah’s neck as she watches the scene in amusement. She had expressed her attraction to you in glasses, very clearly, many moons ago. It occurred when you had first stayed the night and had timidly made your way from the bathroom, apprehensive of her judgement. 
With a light chuckle, she brings a hand to stroke your hair, “you are adorable baby, they’re right about that. A real birthday treat you’re giving me by not putting your contacts in.” You feel her smirk grow as her cheek rests against your head.
“Everything for you, doll.” You mutter in response, nipping teasingly at her collarbone.
Katie, again, makes herself known over the crowd as Leah grumbles scoldingly at you. “Don’t hide from our compliments Y/N/N! God knows you’re both too sickeningly cute to receive them very often.” Always the class clown her words hit the mark and the room is filled with laughter. 
A smirk still present from teasing your girlfriend you groan and reluctantly agree. Giving a light kiss to the area you’d nipped you pull away, a little more ready to face the day. You don’t get a chance to banter back however as Jonas enters the room, drawing a focused silence from all of you.
Having made it through the day with each of your teammates making at least one comment about the glasses adorning your face. The team coach pulls up outside the Emirates and with Leah’s hand clasped in yours, you make your way past fans and media, into the changing room. Settling beside each other, the group of you work on getting prepped for warm-ups.
Clad in red and white you disappear from the view of the team, washbag in hand, to the sinks around the corner. For the first time today, you remove the metal frames from your face and exchange them for your contact lenses.
Returning to the communal area you find it emptied of all teammates, minus one. A grin grows on your face as your eyes land on the beautiful blonde adjusting her socks from her spot in her cubby. 
Approaching her almost silently, it's the discarding of your washbag which draws attention. Entranced with the girl before you it's a natural instinct when your hand raises to stroke lovingly along her jaw.
“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.” Your words are gently mutterings, lips brushing against hers as they rest together without the finalisation of a kiss.
Leah’s lips turn upward at the attention, a rosy tint coating her cheeks. A secure grip on your hips has her pulling you towards her, settling you on her lap as she finally receives the kiss she had been longing for since she left you in bed that morning. Lips moulding together as easily as breathing and gently hands caressing the body of the other as you take in the moment of peace between you.
When the pair of you separate it is only by mere centimetres as your forehead comes to rest against her, “I hope we can win this game,” the words escape in a rasp as you speak them, “for you. On your day.”
Leah only hums in response, “that’d be nice.” After chasing another peck of your lips she continues, “but after 26 spins around the sun I’d much prefer the knowledge I would spend each one from now with you.” 
An adoring smile drapes goofily across your face at her words and your mind briefly flickers to the ring box you know you have secured in the depths of your bag. Returning her brief peck you nod against her head, “now that, my dear, I do believe can be arranged.”
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Star Trek TOS crew biographies
There are plenty of detailed biographies of the TOS crew, both online and in reference books. But I wanted to check what actually appears in the Original Series and the six TOS movies about this subject (that is, not counting secondary sources or later series). And the result is... very little, actually. I was surprised by the amount of data that I took for granted, just to find out it came from a novel or wasn't 100% set in stone. This is what I could find about each major character, just judging from the TOS series and movies. Feel free to add to this or correct mistakes.
James Tiberius Kirk:
Although in the series he's referred just as James T. Kirk, his middle name "Tiberius" appears in Star Trek VI. "Tiberius" was also his middle name in TAS episode Bem, and the novel The Galactic Whirlpool (both by Gerrold), as well as in Roddenberry's TMP novelization. So yeah, no doubts about his name.
He was born in Iowa (Star Trek IV) and had one brother, George Samuel Kirk, and three nephews (What are little girls made of?). Sam married a woman named Aurelan (Operation: Annihilate).
Kirk was 34 in The Deadly Years. Assuming each season is a year of the five year mission, he could be 33 at the start of the series. And this is the only reference for his age I could find. As for actual dates, I didn't find anything, except his statement in Star Trek IV that he comes from the late 23rd century. (It wouldn't be until Voyager episode Q2, that a date was given for the end of the five-year mission: 2270. This follows Michael Okuda's Star Trek Chronology, and all other dates for TOS are inferred from this).
At age 13 he witnessed the massacre of Tarsus IV (Kodos was governor twenty years ago, in The Conscience of the King).
At age 18 he had just entered the Academy and was tormented by Finnegan. At this time he also met Ruth (fifteen years before Shore Leave).
He served in the USS Republic as an ensign, at some unspecified time after his Academy years, where he reported Ben Finney for negligency (Court Martial).
At age 21 he visited the planet Neural and befriended Tyree (thirteen years before A private little war).
He teached at the Academy as a lieutenant. One of his students was his friend Gary Mitchell (Where No Man has Gone Before).
He was a lieutenant in the USS Farragut at age 23 (eleven years before Obsession), where he first encountered the cloud creature that massacred his crewmates.
Kirk had a relationship with Areel Shaw when he was 29 (four years before Court Martial).
He became captain of the USS Enterprise after Pike. If we suppose TOS first season happens during the first year of the five-year mission, Kirk was around 37 at the end of this mission.
There's a big gap of fifteen years between Space Seed and the second movie. And apart from the five-year mission, most of those years are unaccounted for. Kirk's been an admiral for two years and a half at the start of TMP. But we don't know if he became an admiral right after the Enterprise's mission, or much later. That is, we don't know at what point of that gap take place the events of TMP. Around this time, both Spock and McCoy had retired from Starfleet, though they both returned when Kirk took the Enterprise again for the V'Ger incident.
By The Wrath of Kahn, Kirk should be 48 years old (fifteen years since he left Kahn stranded in Space Seed). If David is around 30, Kirk's relationship with Carol could have been at the Academy, but it's also possible that David is younger.
The third and fourth films happen shortly after The Wrath of Kahn, but no idea how much time elapsed since then and the fifth and sixth films (though see the info for McCoy).
Spock
Known simply as "Spock". His full name is considered unpronounceable for humans, though the novel Ishmael gives it as "S'chn T'gai Spock".
His parents are Sarek and Amanda (Journey to Babel). Amanda's last name was never given, though TAS episode Yesteryear, some novels, and the 2009 reboot film establishes it as "Grayson". Spock also has a half-brother: Sybok (Star Trek V).
I couldn't find anything about Spock's actual age during the series/movies.
He was betrothed to T'Pring at age seven (Amok Time).
He probably joined Starfleet eighteen years before Journey to Babel, since that's the time he spent not speaking with Sarek. If he joined Starfleet at 18 years old, he'd be 36 by season two (but that's just a supposition).
He was part of Pike's crew thirteen years before The Menagerie, during the events in Talos IV. He'd be 22 by then. Spock served under Pike for eleven years (also from The Menagerie). That means Kirk had been captain of the Enterprise for at least two years before season one.
After that, Spock's career runs more or less in parallel with Kirk's, so I won't go over it again.
Leonard H. McCoy
His middle initial first appears in Star Trek III, as well as the name of his father: David. The novel Provenance of Shadows explains the middle initial as "Horatio", but other novels call him "Leonard Edward McCoy" (???).
Much of his biographical background comes from the "Writer's Guide" by Roddenberry and Fontana, but never made it to the series. That includes the fact he's 45 (by season one?) and born in Georgia. As well as the fact that he's divorced and joined Starfleet as a result of this, and that he has a 20 year old daughter (Joanna). Presumably, the story of his divorce and Joanna would have appeared in The Way to Eden, but the story was severely altered. His daughter is mentioned, but without name, in TAS episode The Survivor, and in several novels. The Gold Key comics call her "Barbara" instead. His ex-wife is given different names in the novels and comics: Honey, Jocelyn, Joan, Gillian...
No idea when he joined Starfleet (that depends on how long was his marriage), or when he met Kirk.
Ten years before The Man Trap, he had a romance with Nancy Crater. Though in the episode he sometimes says he knew her twelve years ago, and other times ten years ago. Either it's a mistake, or the relationship simply lasted two years (though McCoy's doubts about Nancy remembering him, imply the relationship wasn't very long).
At some point, he visited Capella IV for a few months (Friday's Child).
He served in the Enterprise for 27 years (Star Trek VI), but only under Kirk, it seems. If he was 45 when he started, he'd be 72 in the last film, and Kirk would be 60 years old.
Note on McCoy's age in later series
The "Writer's Guide" statement that McCoy was 45 at the time of TOS, was contradicted by later series. In TNG episode Encounter at Farpoint, he's said to be 137 years old. While in the episode The Neutral Zone (also from TNG season one) the year is 2364. As both episodes probably happen in the same year, McCoy would have been born in 2227. Since, according to Voyager, the five-year mission lasted from 2266 to 2270, McCoy would have been 39 at the start of the mission. I'm following the Writer's Guide figure, however, because I consider this document more relevant for TOS itself. After all, many things that are facts in later series, aren't the same in TOS, and viceversa. Also, considering that the age of the characters seems to be close to the age of the actors, I find more likely that McCoy was 45, and not 39, at the start of TOS. To give you an idea, Shatner was 36 in season two (Kirk was 34), Nimoy was also 36 (just as Spock) and Kelley was 47. The twelve year gap between Kirk and McCoy, would be almost the same as the eleven year gap between Shatner and Kelley.
Montgomery Scott
Very little about him, but at least we got his full name in the series. He's supposed to be Scottish, and has lived in Aberdeen (Wolf in the Fold).
Apart from being Chief Engineer in the Enterprise, he was engineer advisor in a freighter, running from Deneva to the asteroid belt (Operation: Annihilate).
Uhura
We never knew her first name in TOS! This is one of the things that surprised me the most. However, "Nyota" is her first name in the reboot films, the new series, and well before that, the novel The Entropy Effect.
She was probably born in east Africa, since her native language seems to be Swahili (the language she reverted to when her memory was wiped in The Changeling). Thanks to user @sapsuckers-and-stardust for pointing this out.
Very, very little about her bio background. Most of it has to be collected from novels or comics, and those never intended to be coherent with each other.
Hikaru Sulu
Though his first name was unknown for a long time, it was revealed to be "Hikaru" in Star Trek VI. But before this, he was also called Hikaru in The Entropy Effect.
Sulu was born in San Francisco (Star Trek IV).
Again, almost nothing of his bio in the series/movies. Though the DC comics explored his character significantly. And in Star Trek: Generations, he had a daughter, Demora.
By Star Trek VI, he was finally a captain of his own ship, the Excelsior.
Pavel Andreievich Chekov
His full name appears first in The Way to Eden, where we also learn he had a romance with Irina Galliulin at the Academy.
Chekov has no siblings (Day of the Dove).
He's 22 by season two (Who mourns for Adonais?).
After serving in the Enterprise, he was first officer in the USS Reliant during The Wrath of Kahn, though he returned with Kirk after the Reliant's destruction.
Christine Chapel
She abandoned her career in bio-research to sign aboard the Enterprise as a nurse, and search after her fiancé Roger Korby (What are little girls made of?) Strangely enough, a few episodes before, she had confessed her love for Spock. She chose to stay in the ship after finding out Korby was dead.
By the time of TMP, she was a doctor in the Enterprise, though she doesn't appear as part of the crew in the later movies.
Janice Rand
She served as a yeoman in the Enterprise during the early five-year mission, but disappears from the series afterwards.
In TMP, she's the transporter chief. And in Star Trek IV, Janice is seen at Starfleet Command, along with Chapel.
By Star Trek VI, she was the communications officer of the Excelsior, under Sulu.
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Rick Flag x Reader
Plot: You were always at odds with a certain Colonel. Will Christmas change things?
Genre: PG-13, Colleagues/Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers (wow so many tropes in one haha) Christmas theme (again)
A/N: Big thanks to @the-slumberparty for letting me not forget my writing roots in times of writer’s slump/block! 2nd piece for sleepover event to hopefully end the year right. Enjoy and please reblog/comment!❤️
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Prompt: “I never hated you. I just didn’t want you to know how much I liked you.”
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“Motherfu-”
You yell in pain as the infirmary doctor at Belle Reve patches up your injuries. “Sorry, I wasn’t-”
The doctor waves away your apology nonchalantly. He brushes a strand of grey hair off his face before applying more iodine to the angry looking flesh on your knee. Hats off to him, he does quick and efficient work. The doctor sends you on your way with a month’s worth of painkillers and advice to rest.
“Thanks doc, but I don’t think that’s in Waller’s dictionary. At least not for us.”
He doesn’t refute your statement and simply prepares to see his next patient. Bag of medicine in hand, you limp to the office as quickly as you can. You want to get out of the penitentiary and lay in the comfort of your own bed.
You acknowledge Emilia and John who congratulate you on another successful mission. Even Amanda Waller, who you had to submit your report to despite being on the brink of death gives a subtle nod to the quick thinking that you displayed on the field. But knowing her, she probably was just happy that she could continue using her soldiers.
Including the ridiculously handsome Colonel who had marched into the shared office space, not sparing you a glance. He shoves his belongings into his bag and he is gone as quickly as he came.
You frown. You have no idea what’s his problem. Ever since your first day, it felt as if like he’s had it out for you. And the best part? For no good reason. He was civil with everyone. Everyone but you. He was downright rude and a jerk.
Emilia gives you an empathetic smile. The two of you leaned on each other, being one of the few females in an environment that wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows. She comforted you after Rick blew your head off for almost ruining the mission when all you did was to rescue two innocent children in the crossfire.
“Cheer up! At least it’ll be Christmas soon. Things will be different.” She says. “Any plans?”
You shake your head. “Not that I can think of. I’m just lucky that I survived this mission.” You sling your bag over your shoulder and bid them goodbye. Emilia was right, at least it was that time of the year. Maybe things will be different.
***
It looks like the doctor had clearly outdone himself. Your injuries were healing nicely and you could even step outside your house for a jog. Dressed in your running gear, you leave your apartment and step into the pleasantly cold weather.
Making your way round the block, you arrive back at your apartment. You think about what you wanted to do next with the treasured free time that you have. Perhaps you’ll order in from that Korean restaurant, pull out a Disney movie and be a couch potato for the rest of the day.
Yeah, that sounded excellent.
Deep in thought about what you should pick from the menu, you don’t notice that one of the stitches from your more severe wounds snap, causing a patch of red to blossom at the side of your stomach. The lift dings, signaling that this is your floor. Thank god no one saw you. They knew who you were but most of your neighbors were under the impression that you were an outdoor educator.
Clutching the side of your stomach, you willed yourself to take the steps forward needed to get to your door. Easy does it, you think. Unfortunately, your vision starts to spot and the floor starts to shake. This unnerves your usually calm demeanor as your breathing quickens. As if it was an eternity, you reach the door. All you needed to do was to get the keys, unlock the door and-
And…
***
You blink, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. To be exact, your sofa.
How did you get inside? You can’t remember anything after the jog.
“You’re awake.” A familiar voice can be heard and a flop of messy blonde hair comes into vision. You don’t know how Rick Flag got into your house, let alone knew that you lived here.
“Rick?”
“Yeah, it’s me darlin.”
The name somehow wakes you up and you attempt to sit upright only for Rick to gently push you back down. “I just did your stitches for you. You don’t want to burst them again.” He tells you and your cheeks heat up. Rick did your stitches, which means he saw you- Stop it!
“How did you know where I lived? How did you even know I was coming back home?” You focus your attention on the important moments. “Are you stalking me? I could sue you for workplace harassment.”
Rick lets out a deep chuckle that has butterflies bursting in the pit of your stomach. “Yeah, you do that. Though I don’t think there’s any issue with me coming to this building seeing as it’s my home too.”
You let yourself process this. “Wait… you’re the neighbor from five-oh-two?” You wanted to mentally slap yourself in the face. No wonder Mrs Jenkins told you that neighbor five-oh-two was supposedly a private contractor. That he had weird, odd hours. That apparently you should have met him since you and him leave around the same time in the morning for work.
Rick smiles. “That’s me.”
You almost let your defenses down until you realized that it’s been eight months since you moved in here and you’ve met everyone on your level except one. Until now.
This reaffirms the fact that Rick Flag hates you for no good reason and has wants nothing to do with you outside work. Even if he is your neighbor. Fine. Two people can play that game.
“Thanks for fixing me up. I’m not sure why the stitch burst open but I’ll let Doctor Shaw know when I get back to work.”
Rick catches on to your sudden frostiness. His expression softens for a moment before it is replaced by the brooding look that you have grown so accustomed to. “Sure. Uh… have a good Christmas.”
That was oddly civil.
You nod stiffly, closing the door as he steps out your house.
You really need a glass of water.
***
Christmas. The time of jolly good cheer.
You walk down the shops that are adorned with bright lights and Christmas decorations, mood improving significantly.
Okay, the steak that you had for dinner also played a part in the great day that you had. You also decided to treat yourself, purchasing a lovely sweater. Bag in hand, you continue down the pavement. If only every day could be like this. Not throwing yourself into life or death situations, not having criminals as your field members, not having to deal with a tyrannical boss at work and most importantly…
Not having to see Rick Flag twenty-four seven.
Even if he may be disarmingly handsome and everything that you wanted.
A loud honk and bright flights come flashing at you and instead of ducking for cover, you stand there like a deer in headlights, as if waiting for the truck to hit you.
A hand reaches out and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back to safety where pedestrians continue on their way. You find yourself staring into the sea foam eyes of the Colonel who does not look pleased one bit. In fact, he looks positively seething with rage. Rage that was about to be directed at you.
“What were you thinking? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He grips you by the shoulder tightly and you would have swatted his hands away if you weren’t still recovering from the shock of it all. “Are you injured anywhere? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”
You shake your head slowly and Rick sighs with relief. Apparently, he only just realizes what he is doing and removes his hands as if like he had touched something that he shouldn’t have. This annoys you and is also enough to tip you over the edge.
“What’s your problem?”
Rick’s brows furrow in confusion before his face twists in disgust. “Is this how you thank someone for saving you from almost being hit by a one ton truck?”
“No, this is me asking if you have a problem with me.” You refuse to back down. “Because it’s either you pretend to be worried or save me from a ‘rookie’ mistake I made on the field and proceed to humiliate me publicly!” You raised your voice. “If you hate me, make it clear. I can’t do anything about work but I can make myself disappear when we’re outside.”
You proceed to turn around to be on your way when Rick holds you by the wrist. He hangs his head, surprisingly defeated by your words. You want to twist yourself out of his grasp, but his sad golden retriever appearance is making it very hard for you to be the villain here.
“Please,” Rick pleads. “Stay.”
An internal you battle, you relent and let him take you to a nearby cafe. He insists on getting you something, so you order a simple hot chocolate to calm your nerves. You remain silent, waiting for what the Colonel has to say.
“I’m sorry.”
You cock your head to the side, unsure if you were hearing things after that truck almost ran you over.
“I didn’t mean to do all of that.” Rick starts. “It was unprofessional and very unlike me. It was just that-” He inhales deeply.
“When I see you throwing yourself in danger or being in danger… my mind stops working. I’m so scared that one day, things will go wrong and I’m left alone again.” He grips the handle of his mug tightly.
“Remember when you saved those two children?”
“How could I forget?”
“You were amazing for that. You were fearless and brave. That’s what I wanted to tell you. But my fear became the better of me and I hurt you instead.” Rick recounts bitterly.
“I never hated you. I just didn’t want you to know how much I liked you.”
Rick can’t bring himself to look at your reaction. Perhaps a peek and he sees that your mouth is hanging open slightly. Oh, he’s done it. He’s really blown this to bits. Perhaps he can file in a transfer when he gets to work - yeah, as if Waller would allow that. Perhaps death would be the best option.
“Then say it.”
Rick stares at you, dumbfounded. A small smile is etched on your lips. “Say it you big dummy.” You laugh this time and his heart skips a beat.
“Okay, maybe I’ll say it first. Get the ball rolling hm?” You add playfully, enjoying the look on his face. “I lo- oof!”
Rick knocks his chair over from standing up to fast as he makes his way to you, engulfing you in a big and warm embrace. You freeze but only momentarily before melting into his hug that smelled like cinnamon.
“I love you Y/N Y/S/N.” He says breathlessly before giving you what was possibly the most mind shattering kisses that you ever had.
The Christmas lights start to dance around each other and the music in the cafe plays a slow jazz song. People trickle in and out for a nice warm drink and you are content with how Christmas has played out today.
Christmas could be different after all.
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Bow to Me: Quivering [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]
Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (16) Loki's archery lesson unlocks an ominous promise. (w/c 3.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Wankst. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Jealousy.
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It was a short, hellish trip to the archery field with Loki riding the black stallion. Trees whirred past as you clung on for dear life, the medieval veil plastered to the side of your face. “Do we really need to go this fast-fuckkk Loki…” you yelled, covering your eyes before Loki’s seidr melted a thick tree branch hanging in your path. You could hear him chuckling infuriatingly beside you, enjoying every second of your torment as the force of motion whipped his wild hair. “Always!” he shouted against the wind.
He pulled you tighter against his chest. Long strands of wolf hide tickled the delicate skin beneath your eyes as you braced against him; turned away from seemingly imminent death. You winced as the string of the bow slung over his shoulders pressed into your lip, cursing the god who refused to make anything fucking easy. Mercifully, the horse began to slow. Loki’s fingers tugged the leather reigns, soothing noises from his lips making his chest vibrate. The horse slowed to a light trot. “It seems as though you will be spared my tutelage at present, Agent.” he cooed mockingly, nudging his nose against the curve of your cheekbone. You looked around, dazed as your blurred vision settled on the line of targets set up at the edge of the field. And standing in front of them – Amanda. The shareholder woman? What the fuck is she doing here? You thought, as Loki brought the ebony steed to a stop. His fingers wrapped around your waist, decamping you in an unceremonious slide down the flank. You landed with a shaky thud, vaguely aware of the god swinging a leg over and gracefully dismounting with a devilish smile. “My Lady.” he purred, sinking to one knee as she approached. She extended a hand with a giggle, draped sleeves of a medieval gown similar to yours accentuating the flourish. You grimaced as he gently pulled it towards him, placing his lips lightly on her skin. His eyes flickered up to meet hers. You knew how hypnotic that look could be. Although granted, you’d usually experienced the view from between your legs. “I heard you were taking the archery, and well...I couldn’t resist the chance to be taught by a real life god.” she twittered, saccharine tone making you want to punch her in the face. “The early bird gets the worm and all that…” she cackled shrilly, making you wince again. Loki beamed. “Good Lady, it would be my pleasure.” he enunciated, ensuring that every syllable was loaded with the weight his innuendo commanded. “Oh my god…” you muttered scathingly under your breath, taking the opportunity to straighten out the fold of your skirts. You turned towards the horse, patting his head as Loki rose to his full height out the corner of your eye. The horse stamped twice, batting it's long lashes. “Wait by the white line over there. Take the ash bow, please.” he instructed softly to Amanda. You heard her hum thoughtfully. “The light coloured one.” Loki purred to her, before turning towards you. You could almost hear the shit-eating smirk spreading across his face. You watched Amanda sashay further into the field, the unmistakable swing of her hips making it obvious she was still nursing her infatuation with Loki. I can’t blame her, you thought; sucking in your cheeks. But still.
“How fortunate for you not to have the arduous task of breaking me in for the guests.” Loki smarmed to your side, giving the ebony steed two short claps on the neck. The position meant he loomed behind you, curls of his tousled hair falling over your temple. “Although I’m sure you were looking forward to me teaching you a thing or two. Perhaps afterwards. Amanda comes first, I’m afraid.”
Loki snapped his fingers, making a small stool appear to his side. The wood was smooth, a beautifully rich mahogany glowing in the sun like freshly melted chocolate. “You couldn’t conjur something with a back?” you huffed, making him laugh softly. Without another word, he began to stride towards the woman shuffling fifty paces away, her hand falling and re-attaching to her hip nervously as she tried to look unphased. You knew the feeling. Although you hoped you were better at hiding it.
You watched as Loki charmed the VIP through the basics of placement, loading arrows and the like. The chime of their flirtatious laughter made you wince. He was being sweet. Urgh, it made you feel ill.
She’s one of Stark’s biggest shareholders, he’s just giving her special treatment it’s not..it’s fine. Who cares, not me. You realised the force of your teeth grinding together was making your head hurt.
Amanda wasn’t a natural, that much was clear. Either that or she isn’t paying attention, you noted; as another arrow tumbled to the ground. “Oops.” you heard her giggle, as Loki descended in a low squat. His thick thighs made an inverted V, bursting against the tight leather as he gazed sluttishly up to her above the collar of that ridiculous fur jacket. Even from this distance, you could feel the heat of her desperate stare lingering on his cock through the aged material. It would be bulging at that angle, the soft weight straining against every centimetre of available space. She probably thinks he’s got a semi, but he won’t. It’s just big, you thought. Or hell, maybe he does.
What was it that irked you? Seeing the flat of his palm sinking into the curve of her waist? Fingertips creasing against the fabric gathered at her hip as he pulled her closer into position? The gravitation of his lips towards her ear, whispering praise as she pulled back the string past her cheek? The realisation that quite possibly, he had never cared at all. Just like you had wanted.
The thud of an arrow hitting the target made you jump. Amanda squealed, throwing an arm around Loki’s neck with the other holding the bow outstretched. A broad smile was plastered on his face, his eyes running to her lips and back to her eyes. You grimaced. See? It’s not a you-thing. If the bosses wouldn’t flip their shit, he’d probably be shagging her on the grass right now. The intrusive thought made a flood of nausea roll in your belly. Shit.
“Agent, you’re up.” Loki called firmly, tinged with amusement. Amanda’s display. He couldn’t have planned it better himself. The walk towards him seemed to take forever, a secretive smile from your unwitting rival as you passed her making your stomach flip. Loki stood with his arms resting on the bow, anchored on the ground. He looked so fucking smug in that ridiculously erotic jacket. Arsehole, you thought; cursing yourself.
“I don’t need your help.” you scoffed, as he handed you the bow. “Don’t you?” he replied with mock innocence, reaching behind him to produce a finely crafted arrow. The end was a feather you had never seen before, a lush deep green which seemed to shimmer in the light. You hadn’t noticed the quiver slung across his back, a thick leather strap tight against the wolf’s pelt. You sighed, taking it and slotting it into the hold. You drew the arrow back and let it fly; hoping to god you weren’t rusty.
With a pathetic tap, it pierced the wicker edge of the target board. Fuck. “Mmm.” Loki hummed smugly, fastening his hands behind his back.
“I was distracted. You’re putting too much pressure on me.” you muttered, flustered. Loki chuckled. “Too much pressure? I hardly think so, considering your occupation.” he drawled, brows slanted in expectation as he lowered his chin. “Perhaps it is my presence that is making you uneasy. Do you have an unfortunate build up of tension, Agent? As I recall, you didn’t climax on our last encounter.” “Yeah that was pretty rude, actually.” you said, lining up another shot. “I was rude?” Loki snarled incredulously. “You have a very selective memory.” There was silence as you adjusted your aim with an empty bow, squeezing one eye shut. “No, no no-” Loki huffed, pressing the hand holding the bow down. “Clearly you need a firm hand to deliver the only kind of motivation you seem to respond to.”
Loki’s tunic was suddenly flush to your back, the spikes of wolf hide poking through the satin of your dress. His large hand covered yours, gripping the bow; fingers clasping around your own. The other slid over your hip, feeling down the muscle of your forearm taut with tension. “Your aim runs high, Agent.” he smouldered. “You need to lower yourself.” Loki’s hand left your waist, and you felt your heart drop. He reached behind him to the battered leather quiver slung across his back, pulling out another arrow with unbearable slowness. You could hear the scrape of metal on dried skin as it slid from the holster. He guided the point of your bow down several inches, his sharp cheekbone snug against the back of your head. “The arrow will find its way to the target if you simply give in to the chaos, and trust me.” You exhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “I was aiming in the right-” “-Trust me, Agent” Loki repeated calmly, cutting you off. “You were not.” You pursed your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of further debate. “Now...pull your arm back” he murmured, “and set your thumb against that pretty jaw.” His hand guided yours, feeling the base of your thumb slot against your cheekbone. “Harder. Nice and tight.” he murmured. You complied, reluctantly. “That’s it.” Loki praised darkly, letting his fingers graze up your bicep and up to the point of your elbow. You could feel him tense forward, the flat expanse of harsh muscle exposed at the neckline of his tunic pressing between your shoulder-blades. Loki shifted his stance, legs widening behind you. At the new angle, you could feel his cock hardening furiously against the curve of your ass; pressing tightly into the soft flesh through the leather pants. Instinctively, you pushed your rear against him; desperate to feel it. Pathetic, you thought; as your eyelids fluttered shut.
He growled, lips brushing the shallow of your cheekbone as he observed your refreshed aim; not acknowledging the pillar of furiously hard cock between you. Loki’s words were scratching, like sandpaper scraped over tarmac. “I know that you are in love with me, Agent.” he purred, “and I will have you admit it.” He sucked your earlobe between his teeth as your tensed arm began to quiver. “Come on, you got this!” Amanda cheered loudly beside the horse across the field. The horse stamped, shaking its head. You’d forgotten she was even there. Loki smirked against your cheek, the scratch of his fur lapel making the exposed skin on the nape of your neck tingle. “I will have you swallow your pride and concede that your heart belongs to me. I would hear you beg for me, on your knees – if the moment takes you.” A violent shiver rolled down your spine. “I’m bored of your games, Loki.” you murmured shakily, closing one eye as you tried to regain concentration from the groan of utter desire building in your throat. His breath was hot against your neck, crashing against your goose-fleshed skin like waves at a seawall. You began to raise the bow, but the god pushed your wrist down. “Nonsense.” he purred casually, retreating his fingers over the sliver of your exposed collarbone, brushing a strand of hair back as he went. Your shoulder-blades squeezed together. “I would have you bow to me. I would have you beg me...” he murmured, thrusting his hips gently against your ass. “for...release.” On command, you let the arrow fly. It soared through the air in a perfect, lethal line - piercing the target with a loud thwack. “Better.” Loki whispered huskily, his smirk audible. Frantic, muted claps from Amanda peppered the air. She was really laying it on thick.
Loki backed away from you as you lowered the bow. He beckoned Amanda with a wave. “I must take care of something.” he muttered. “Watch the civilian, would you?” You gaped, as he waved his hand; making the flap of a small tent to the side of the field fly open on his approach. 'I would have you beg me'. You frowned, seeing him disappear behind the garish fabric. “Just us girls then?” Amanda quipped with an air of disappointment, coming up beside you. “Just us girls, for now.” you repeated with a strained smile, loading another arrow. “He’ll be back. He always is, unfortunately.”
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Loki braced a hand against the pole at the centre of the tent. Red and white striped fabric rustled, the walls billowing slightly against a gust. The colours gave a soft hue to the air as he steadied his breathing. Steadied the thump of his heart. She isn’t breaking, he thought. He slid his forearm down the pole, wolf-fur catching against the grain. With a sigh, he rested his back against it. Of all the creatures in all the realms that he could become infatuated with, by the Norns why was it one so insufferably irritating? He closed his eyes, hearing the thump of an arrow hitting the target followed by a low rumble of disapproval. Loki frowned.
You hadn’t followed his advice. But you would. Resting his head back against the hard wood, he felt the pulse of hot blood tight in his leathers. Fuck, he was so fucking hard. Always, with her. Like a dog. Or a wolf. He smirked. He ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it behind his ears as he heard the light chatter of your stilted conversation. Five minutes. They wouldn’t miss him for five minutes. She loves me, he thought. That much was obvious. And it wasn’t just her thoughts. All his senses were heightened when it came to her. He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, the rush of desire which throbbed between her legs. The twisting in her stomach as she fought against her desires. Her scent, by the gods. When he was near, every pore on that radiant skin oozed a pheromone designed to drive him to base insanity. Tentatively, he unbuckled the thick leather belt cinched around his waist; letting it fall quietly to the grass. He untied the laces at the crotch of his trousers, each grating slide of the strings seeming louder than anything else in the world. A shaky breath shuddered the air as he slid the tight leather trousers past his hipbones before squeezing a hand inside. It caught on his public hair, making him wince. Loki gripped his straining cock, letting it bounce free with a sigh of relief. Fuck. His back arched against the pole as he began to stroke, a jolt of his knees making him widen his legs. The crotch of his lowered trousers stretched ominously at the top of his thighs, leather creaking against the force of his brace. The wolf-fur sleeve brushed against his skin with every slide of his palm, reminding him of your hair as you sucked him off with your talented mouth. Fuckkk, he thought; tightening his grip. Loki’s velvet skin relented easily beneath a practised touch, the beads of pre-cum forming at his thick tip the only lubrication he wanted today. He wanted it rough. To imagine fucking you on the ground outside, skirts splayed around your hips as you groaned your filthy, undying love for him. Yes, today – he wanted to burn. Another juddering sigh snaked past his lips as his thumb slid against the ridges of his shaft. Every vein, every bulge of tissue, every tug of his foreskin setting him further alight. He gritted his teeth, chin pointed to the high centre of the tent as his fist pumped in punishing rhythm. Behind his eyelids, the memory of the crease in your forehead as his manhood inched inside you filled his mind. Gods, how he loved filling you to breaking point. With his cock. With his seed. With his raw, animalistic power reserved only for you. The moans you made, the utter sexual devastation he caused you. Loki’s thighs quivered, the pop of muscle as they strained making him growl. Quiet you fool, he chided; reluctantly slowing his strokes. He thrust in waves against his hand, each clench of his fingers on the upswing making his brow furrow deeper. His thumb rolled his thin foreskin over the wet glans in time with his hips, a low groan of pleasure building in his chest as the scent of your perfume grew stronger in his nostrils. It clung there, like the rest of you clung in his thoughts; dark and moreish overtones of violet wafting in tendrils. Loki grit his teeth, stifling a cry as he slid his fist down to the base; squeezing the hard girth. His free hand gripped a quivering thigh, digging his nails in to stifle his moans. How he wanted you. All of you. How he wanted you to want him. Truly want him.
The spasms in his legs were closer together now, electric flinches of pleasure jolting beneath taut skin. The leather around his hips hung open sluttishly, the proud rise of his cock punctuated by the messy slip of his hand with every shallow breath. Yes, yes… ”Yes…” he groaned quietly, feeling his balls tighten. A hundred memories of your hostile fucks filled his mind, overloading the space behind his eyelids in quick succession. The way you moaned his name in frustration as he edged you, the hatred and longing in every spit of derision when he was buried to the hilt inside your perfect cunt. All the ways he could deliver you from your binds of propriety and professionalism, making the very earth you called home quake beneath your feet. How he rendered you incoherent when he came undone inside your slippery pussy. How he ascended to another plane which your climax tightened around him. Slick and warm and wet and perfect. It was he who owned your heart. So why would you not relent? His frantic mind settled on the motel room, months ago. He had seen how your eyes smouldered as he appeared in his biker clothes from dalliances decades before on this ridiculous planet – he knew they would come in useful again some day. Loki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as his pace quickened, chasing release. The way you had pulled his ragged t-shirt towards you in a violent kiss. The way your eyes widened as you saw his newly pierced cock bounce free in your grip, how you groaned like a virgin when the metal pushed past your little pretty slit to Valhalla beyond.
“Gods…” Loki growled quietly, fucking himself to oblivion; the lurid thrill of the clandestine wank heightening every sensation. Strands of hair fell across his brow from the punishment, moist with a thin sheen of sweat. The wolf fur hung splayed open at his chest, the clench of his stomach muscles tightening with every licentiously slippery pump of his hand. His knees began to buckle, feeling himself slide down the pole beneath quivering thighs. Whitened knuckles clenched around his cock, a silent scream rumbling in his chest as he barely registered your polite laugh beyond the tent. Why must she be this way, he mused somewhere inside the dark haze of lust. Why must she resist herself? Resist me? His head fell back, hair tugging painfully as strands stuck to the rough wood sliding behind his head. Loki’s knees hit the ground with a soft thump. He fell forwards, the touch of grass beneath his free palm doing nothing to dampen the feral need to fuck. The image that flashed through your wandering mind earlier of Loki mounting you from behind against an oak tree. Norns it was all he could do to restrain himself from ripping the bodice from your curves and taking you against the nearest food cart. In your head, his cheekbones were set in smouldering malice as he brought the leather belt down on your supple ass between messy thrusts. Fuck, yes; he groaned internally; jaw clenching. He would be gentle. At first. He would mould himself against your body, skirts pushed to the side as he rutted into you to the hilt; deep and firm and slow. Just the way you liked it. One hand would wield the belt, the other would hold your wrists together above your head. He would press the delicate skin to the rough bark; dirty grunts falling heavily into the foliage beneath your feet as you moaned his name.
Dirty girl. What a filthy whore she is for me. Loki’s lips parted, shallow pants peppering the close air in the tent. It was warmer now, drops of condensation forming on the roof. Such a good girl for everyone else. But such a hateful slut for her god.
The sides of his open jacket hung past his ribs as he swayed on his hands and knees, wolf fur feeling damp against the hot skin beneath. Like a dog, he thought again. A rabid hound. Loki’s fingers had never left his cock, the punishing pace making his toes curl inside his thick boots as he knelt with knees spread on the ground. What is she feeling now, I wonder; he mused while rolling a slick thumb over the aching head, pulling his foreskin forward and back with brutish force. Pearls of his seed were following in quick succession from the plump tip pointed to the ground, gathered by every swipe of his hand with a singular focus. Cum. He could hear your voice strained with the effort of being Amanda’s companion just outside. How close were you? Ten? Fifteen meters? What would you think if you saw him like this? On his hands and knees like a submissive waiting for the lash of a paddle. Mercilessly fucking himself to the thought of you, teeth bared like an animal. He tried to focus. Jolts of overwhelming pleasure rolled in his loins as he began to come undone; sinking into the veil of your currently bubbling emotions like a warm bath. My chest against her back. Biting her earlobe, she liked that. She can’t stop herself. She misses my tongue between her legs, eating her out like a feral, starving wol- Loki whimpered, biting his lip to stifle the coming storm. He was going to cum so hard. The perfect spurt to decorate the mounds of infuriatingly sensual cleavage rising from your bodice which had taunted him since he walked in on you and Thor together. Would you run a finger along the curve of your breast after he came over you with a roar, gathering him? Would you look him dead in the eye with that irritatingly smug stare while you sucked it clean, a condescending moan mocking his unquenchable desire for you? Of course she fucking would, Loki thought with a silent snarl. The god’s mouth hung open, his tongue curling as dark brows knitted together. The coil inside him was wound tight, relief unbearably close as he tried desperately not to thunder your name. Messy tendrils swung by his cheekbones, the heat of sex and desperation making his thighs tremble. There would be deep dents in the grass beneath his knees. Loki was sure of that. The arm steadied to the ground began to twitch, fingers grasping at the lush blades beneath. Muscles in his forearms strained beneath the jacket, the flinch making him wobble against the hot friction of his hand. His need for you was unbearable. Loki’s hips thrust forward with every smooth pump of his fist, edging himself closer to release. In his mind he could see you spread beneath him, hair fanned around you head with your back arched as you tried to swallow more of his girth inside your little cunt. Despite your protestations, you couldn’t get enough. You loved it. And he loved it. And he loved y- He raised his head, seeing your shadow dance on the other side of the bright fabric. Eyebrows slanted, he suddenly wondered if you would come if he called; if you would respond to a strangled cry of help bleating from his lips.
Weak; you would think him weak. And that was something Loki could not abide. And why he would not break first, not after all the times before. He lowered his head again, cheeks puffing with every pregnant shallow pant that threatened to betray his base desires. Long strands of wolf fur stuck to his wet lips. The strain was unbearable. A crushing weight of utter, feral lust charging through his very core like wildfire. He could feel hot, heavy cum beginning to build; his palm tightly curled to the traitorous column of flesh between his legs. How he craved you. And how he loathed it. ‘I hate you, Loki Laufeyson’ your husky voice echoed in his memory, as he tumbled over the edge. He knew what you had meant. He had always known. And it was driving him to the brink. How long he could hold it back, protect himself, resist you...he knew not. But this would be his final attempt, it had to be. Loki’s forehead furrowed in a silent scream of pained bliss, jaw slack as his eyelids squeezed uncomfortably tight. He could feel his throat widen; teeth bared, back arching upwards as the bicep holding his weight shook. The god’s fingers dug into the dirt beneath the grass, raking deep beneath it like butter. With three ferocious strokes, he stilled at the thick root on the fourth. Hot cum exploded over his curled fist, splattering on the fresh grass below his naval from his angry cock. He let out a dying, staggered sigh, strangled against the need for secrecy. Fuck. Oh, fuck. His neck flopped forwards as he opened his eyes. They ran down the flat of his chest, over the pockets of exposed abdominal muscle still spasming. Loki’s grip on his manhood loosened, groaning lightly as the pressure lifted. He shifted his knees on the grass, a soft hiss escaping as the tightened muscles in his thighs reset. Thick strands of cum webbed from his fingers, bowing to gravity in elegant curved strands. Instinctively he raised the coated fingers to his lips, eyes closing as he sucked the warm delicacy from his skin.
“Hey! Hey! Wait…stop!” The god's blood ran cold as he heard your frantic voice, moving in strange directions just outside the flimsy flap of cover. He was still spread on his hands and knees, leathers untied, hair mussed and cock dripping. Suddenly the curtained door shuffled, a low snort muffled against the fabric before a familiar black snout poked through the gap. The magnificent horse’s head poked inside, long face sliding through the panel and regarding him suspiciously from bottomless eyes. Loki cleared his throat, hoping he sounded casual. “I’ll be back presently. Carry on.” he called, firmly. “People are starting to arrive from the Faire...” Amanda cooed loudly in response. Loki couldn’t be bothered to reply. The steed stamped twice, snorting. There was a pause, before the thud of arrows against the target resumed. The horse looked directly at Loki, and Loki looked directly at the horse. It lowered its head and shook it back with a short huff. Silently, Loki tucked his slick, softening cock beneath the rise of his tight leathers. He settled back on his haunches, beginning to lace the ties at his groin with a sigh. “If you ever breath a word of this...” he murmured ominously, the threat abundantly clear in the calmness of his voice. “I shall not be so generous in my choice of transfiguration for my vengeance, Barton.” Loki could have sworn he saw the horse’s eyes widen as it withdrew from the sliver of space, the moist flat of its nose disappearing with a final, derisive snort. Norns, he thought, settling back on his haunches and inspecting the lapel of his furs. Ropes of white seed were already drying into the rough hairs. Predictably, he had made a mess. He always did.
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To be continued in Holy Orders Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection
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kamotecue · 6 months
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holy shit ・❥・ g. reiten
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pairing: guro reiten x reader
summary: neither your teammates knew you were dating each other until that day. a blue and a red, rivals to lovers? quite a cliche story.
part three of here
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you were anxious, why wouldn’t you be? it was a game against chelsea, the rivalry was known for football fans.
katie from the corner of her eye, kept a close eye on you. you weren’t one to be nervous, but she had noticed your fidgeting. as the starting XI made their way to the tunnel, you noticed guro who gave you a soft smile.
one that didn’t go unnoticed by katie, who furrowed her eyebrows before looking up front. in the first half of extra time, the game quickly took a turn when you sent a cross from the backline. stina went for a header, the ball had tapped the back of the net making the score 2-1.
you watched as stina did her celebrations, the team joined in the huddle while you watched from the back line, a soft smile was worn.
the whistle blew signaling half time, you were walking to the tunnel when you felt someone jogged beside you. it was katie who swung her arm around your shoulder.
“alright, spill it.” katie said, as you gave her a dumbfounded look, not understanding what she meant.
“what’s going on with you and a certain chelsea player?” you looked at her with uncertainty, she gave you a curious look.
“what do you mean?” you acted a bit clueless to which she just hummed.
“focus on the game then.” katie said, ruffling through your hair. you shoved her off as it messed up your hair, the baby hair strands were already sticking out.
in the 67th minute of the game you had gotten tackled by erin cuthbert. you felt her studs clip the back of your calf as you went down in the middle of the pitch.
“fuck.” you simply said, as you held your leg. the whistle blew as katie jogged her way over to you. the team’s medic went on the field, checking the injury on your calf as you squeezed katie’s hand.
“it’s not that bad, is it?” katie asked, as silence was held between the group.
“there’s a bit of blood, y/n.” you groaned, as a wave of pain slowly creeped up.
what you didn’t know was the commotion coming from the group of players near you. guro pushed erin as that was a dirty tackle.
“that was a dirty tackle, and you know it.” guro’s thick norwegian accent was heard, as you turned to look on the commotion. fleming was pulling erin back, while stina had pulled guro back.
“you need to stop them.” you turned to katie who gave you a look, she’d love to watch the drama between two teammates. but she gave you a nod, joining the huddle as she separated the two of them.
“i have to be sent of the field, don’t i?” you asked, as the team physio gave you a nod, helping you to your feet.
“can you walk?” you gave them a timid nod, but just as you took a step—you slipped. guro had caught you, as she helped you stand taking a look at your eyes.
“alright, n/n?” you caught katie looking at the two of you in amusement.
“i’m alright, now that you’re here.” you whispered the last part as she gave you a soft smile.
“i’ll see you after the game.” you gave her a nod, as you walked off the pitch. amanda coming in as your substitute.
you didn’t know who won the game, but you had your eyes closed. not noticing a certain norwegian entering the medical room.
“how’s the pain?” her soft voice was heard, as you opened your eyes taking a glance at your lover who looked at you in concern.
“it’s alright, you didn’t have to shove your teammate.” guro sighed, as you had the chance to grab one of her hands. you interlocked it, using your thumb to caress her hand.
“i know, it was just a-“ you chuckled at her reaction.
“in the moment, right?” you asked, as she gave you a soft nod. guro didn’t like the fact that she had pushed her teammate, but she didn’t like seeing you on the ground.
“you have to apologize later, it could be a dirty tackle but she never meant for it to happen.” guro hummed giving you a slight nudge.
“now, can i have a kiss to make me feel better?” she gave you a teasing look, before she cupped your chin pulling you into a deep yet soft kiss.
you didn’t notice how the door swung open, the sea of chelsea and arsenal players.
“holy shit.” you heard, as guro broke away from the kiss. you turned to the door to see katie who had a small smirk, erin who looked in realization and lotte who looked a bit confused.
“how long has this been going on?” katie asked, her tone was a bit smug. as you pulled your jersey over your head, not wanting to see your national team’s captain face that said i told you so.
guro noticed the way your action exposed your stomach, as she swiftly put her arm over it. she didn’t like the idea of someone else seeing you.
“the day at the bar.” you simply said, as katie cheered at your embarrassed state.
“then she’s the one who gave you those hickeys—holy shit, it was a chelsea player.” katie said. you groaned not wanting to hear the end of this.
“wow y/n, fraternizing with the enemy” katie joked as erin chuckled. lotte just looked at you with wide eyes.
“alright, that’s enough mccabe.” you said, guro chuckled as she gestured for them to leave.
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hayleythesugarbowl · 7 months
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please an ian hecox x reader fic i need🥺 maybe like a first date or something like that there’s just not enough Ian fics
First Fake Date || Ian Hecox x reader
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ summary: oneshot where Ian finds out his ex-girlfriend is going to be at an upcoming event and when you volunteer to go as his fake-date things don’t go quite as either of you planned.
word count: 2.5k
warnings: none
a/n: thanks for the request babes!! I agree we need more ian x reader fics, i hope you enjoy this one!! i kept the first date theme but i took some liberties and i made the reader female so i hope this is what you wanted <3🍒🪩
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     “Alright the event this Friday, what’s everyone wearing?” Courtney said, putting her legs up on the table in front of her.  
    You were lounging around the studio with almost the entire Smosh cast in between shoots. 
    “Exactly what I’m wearing right now?” Angela lifted her head from Amanda’s lap and gestured to her sweatshirt.
     “Very funny,” Courtney said.
     “Honestly same,” Shayne agreed, looking up from his phone.
     Courtney shot him a look but secretly you agreed with him. It wasn’t that you didn’t care about the YouTube event Smosh was going to, it was just that you weren’t exactly excited about it. You kind of had a history of embarrassing yourself at things like this. Like last month when you tripped in your impossibly tall heels and landed in the lap of a very unhappy old man. In his defense, you had spilled wine down the front of his dress shirt.
     “As long as there’re no heels involved, I don’t really care what it is,” You said.
     “You people have no sense of style,” Courtney faked disgust. 
     “Speak for yourselves, this chain begs to differ,” Ian walked into the room, pretending to model the outfit he was wearing.
     “He wears one chain and suddenly it’s ‘his brand’,” Amanda joked.
     “Hey laugh all you want, but this thing’s a magnet for the ladies.”
     Everyone burst out laughing and Ian mocked offense.
     “Well I for one think you look great,” you smiled at him and he beamed back at you.
     “Besides,” he continued, “I have to look good ‘cause my ex-girlfriend is going to be at the event this Friday. I bet she’s bringing that perfect boyfriend of her’s too who ‘has a real, important job’.”
     “Wait, the same girlfriend who broke up with you at the last event?” Damien asked.
     You hadn’t been at Smosh yet then, but you’d heard the story multiple times.
     “That’s the one. And now I get to show up a year later, still without a date.”
     “If only you had a girlfriend you could bring, but oh wait, that’s right—” Shayne teased.
     “That’s right,” Ian agreed
     “I’ll be your date,” you burst out.
     You didn’t know what made you say it. Maybe you sympathized with having embarrassing moments at classy gatherings. Maybe you just felt like helping your boss out. Or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact that you may or may not have had a tiny crush on Ian when you first started working at Smosh. 
     But that was a long time ago…ok maybe months ago, and something you’d never admit aloud. You were just offering to help out a friend. Right?
     “Really? You’d do that for me?” Ian asked you.
     “Sure! No one has to know it’s our first date—or not-first-date. We can tell your ex we’ve been dating for months.”
    “That actually might work,” Ian grinned at you. 
    “Ooh, I can pick out matching outfits for you guys!” Courtney interjected.
     “No,” you both said in unison.
     “Well, I’ll pick you up on Friday at 8:00 for our not-first-date,” Ian looked at you, his eyes gleaming.
     “See you then,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
     “Actually you guys will see each other in like 45 minutes for TNTL,” Amanda said.
     “Right.” You said.
     After this Ian left the room and you turned back to your friends who were all looking at you as if they knew something you didn’t.
     You took in their scheming stares. “What?”
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     The rest of the week passed fairly quickly with no more talk of the event except for Ian asking your advice on what to wear—which everyone seemed to think so adorable for reasons you couldn’t understand or just refused to entertain. 
     And suddenly, just like that it was Friday and you were answering your door to a nervous-looking Ian holding out flowers to you.
     “Since it’s our ‘first date’,” he winked at you and you rolled your eyes at him, a smile blooming on your face, “I thought I’d bring you these.”
     “Thank you,” you said, “and you look great!”
     And he did. His maroon suit fit him perfectly and you couldn’t help but notice that it did end up matching the light pink dress with a crimson belt you chose.
     “And you look…wow.” He admired you and it took all of you not to blush at his words.
     He took you to his car, and insisted on opening your door for you since it was a ‘first date’. You looked over at Ian from the passenger seat and thought how you were surprised at how much of a gentleman he could be. Your goofy, laid-back boss definitely had a romantic side and would make some girl very happy someday, you thought.
    By the time you arrived at the event, you and Ian had barely said a word to each other. Which was odd, to say the least, seeing as you never really felt awkward around him or anybody at Smosh.
     “You ready for this?” Ian asked you as you stepped out of the car and headed toward the building the event was held at.
     You answered by taking his hand in yours and smiling up at him.
     You walked into the venue together and took in the layout. A makeshift stage had been set up for guest speakers at one end and as for the rest of it—cocktail tables scattered throughout the room, lights hanging from the ceiling and trailing down the walls and onto the refreshment tables lining the edges of the room, and hundreds of people, some who you recognized and others you didn’t, mingling and eating and—in the case of your friends—waving at you and Ian.
     You two walked over to them. Everyone took in your fingers intertwined.
     “Can’t keep your hands off her?” Angela teased Ian.
     “I uh—”
     You thought you sensed a faint blush on Ian’s cheeks as he tried to respond.
     You interrupted. “It’s a fake date, remember? Would you prefer we stood 8 feet apart at all times?”
     “So,” you turned to Ian, “where is this ex of yours?”
    “Yeah, now that you mention it, I haven’t seen her yet,” Damien said.
    “And anyone could spot her curly red bush—I mean hair—a mile away,” Shayne joked.
     “Maybe she’s not here yet,” Ian said, and then to you, “let’s go get some drinks.”
     He led you over to one of the refreshment tables, and as you were walking, you saw her.
     A tall, gorgeous woman in a tight green dress stood about 20 feet away from you. This had to be her, you thought, looking at her auburn curls done up in a twisted updo that made your simple bun look…well, simple. 
     You nudged Ian, “Found your ex.”
     He looked over at her, his brow furrowed, and then recovering quickly he looked back at you.
     “Yep, that’s her.”
     “Well, then let’s go introduce ourselves as a couple.”
     “No,” he said quickly, and then added “I mean, no not yet. We don’t want to seem too desperate.”
     You looked at him curiously but figured he was probably right. 
     You had a new idea.
     “Then let’s give her a little show.” 
     “(Y/n), what are you—” 
     You dragged him more into his ex-girlfriend’s line of vision. 
     “Ok, now kiss me.”
     “What?”
     “She’s looking, kiss me.”
      He looked at you like you might be crazy but he also had a look of determination on his face. Determined to impress his ex, you figured. He leaned in slowly and suddenly his mouth was on yours, kissing you quickly. It was awkward at first but as you pulled apart and looked to make sure the woman was still watching you—she was—you thought that it hadn’t been altogether bad.
     “That was, um, thank you for…that,” Ian said, breathless.
     “Sure,” you said, “anything for a good vengeance plot.”
     “Oh, be careful,” Ian said suddenly,
and you looked around, confused. “Old man two o’clock.”
     “Ha ha, very funny,” he elbowed him in the ribs remembering the horrors of last event, but you were grinning as you did so.
     “Hey, ouch!” He laughed, “We’re supposed to be in love remember?”
     And so that’s how you spent the rest of the night. Making sure she could see you when you touched Ian or pretended to laugh at a joke he made or leaned in close as if you were whispering something in his ear. 
     As the night went on it became easier and easier to pretend to be a couple. You hadn’t talked to Ian’s ex yet—he always had some reason for not going over to her. But you thought you’d done a good job of making her think you were dating. 
     And the truth was, you were enjoying yourself. You were having a great time, spending hours with Ian. 
     Like now, as you looked in Ian’s ex-girlfriend’s direction before saying to Ian, “So, since this is a date I guess I should do this.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “And tell you how gorgeous your eyes are.” They really were, you thought as you stared into them.
     Ian leaned closer to you, planting a kiss on your jawline. “And since it’s a date I guess I should tell you how you shine brighter than all the lights in the room and how I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.”
     “And I should pull you closer,” you added, grabbing his lapels.
     “And then maybe I would tell you how much I wanted your lips on mine. Again,” he said.
     He leaned farther towards you and your lips met his. He kissed you, really kissed you this time. He was gentle at first, but then his hands were in your hair as he kissed you harder and you leaned into it, kissing him back. 
     “For a fake date this sure seems pretty real.”
     You broke apart, looking up and finding Courtney standing in front of you smiling.
     Your voice came out more breathy than you would have liked. “We were just—Ian’s ex is right there and—”
     “She’s not even over here,” Courtney said looking between you too. “See?”
     You looked around you and realized she was gone. How long had she been gone? You let yourself imagine what it would be like if this was a real first date. Would that be so bad? Was it bad if it already felt real?
     Courtney left you guys with a cryptic smile before walking over to a table with drinks on it. 
     “So,” you started, “I—”
     “I’ll be right back,” Ian said, then quickly walked towards the door at the back of the venue.
     You stood there for a second. Was he avoiding you? Just leaving after you’d shared a moment like that? Was the kiss that bad?
      You walked back over to the table where all of your friends were standing and chatting. 
     “Hey! Where’s Ian going?” Courtney asked you
     “Bathroom?” You guessed.
     You scanned the room. There was Ian’s ex again. Now she shows up, you thought wryly.
     Courtney followed your gaze, “You know her?”
     You looked at her, “That’s Ian’s ex-girlfriend.”
    “No, it’s not,” she said.
    “What? Yes it is.”
     “Here,” Shayne pulled out his phone and a moment later showed you a picture of your boss with his arm around a short woman with red hair, “that’s Ian’s ex.”
     You were shocked. “But then who’s she?”
     “That’s a question for Ian,” Angela said, pointing towards him. You saw him walking towards you and you met him halfway.
     “Ian? Who’s the woman in the green dress?”
      He looked taken aback by the question, and putting his hands in his pockets, he said, “What do you mean?”
     “Well, apparently you never dated her.”
     “Um, about that” he started, hesitating, and then taking a deep breath he answered you. “I don’t know that woman. I’ve never seen her in my life.” He admitted this in a rush, looking for your reaction.
     “Why did you tell me she was your ex-girlfriend?”
     He looked down, almost bashful. “My ex isn’t at this event.”
     You took a step back, in shock, “Then why did you need me to be your fake date?”
     He looked at you intently, “I didn’t…need a fake date, I mean.”
     “But—”
     “I did, originally. But then I found out my ex wasn’t going to be able to make it because her and her boyfriend both have the flu.” He started to smile, then stopped himself, coughing, “Which is really too bad.”
     Another time you might have laughed, but now you stopped yourself, rolling your eyes at him.
     “So you lied to me?” You asked him, hurt.
     “I didn’t mean to—
     “But if you knew your ex wasn’t coming, then what’s this?” You gestured between the two of you. You were asking yourself just as much as him.
     “I may have—withheld the truth—because I,” he cleared his throat, “I may have wanted to go on a date with you.”
     “What?” Of all the answers you were expecting…
     “I think you’re great (Y/n), and I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but I never quite knew how, and then you offered to be my date to this thing and it was going to be perfect—even if it was fake—and I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth. I’m sorry.” 
     “So yes, I lied to you. But I meant what I said though,” Ian said softly, “about you being beautiful and about wanting to kiss you.”
     You thought back through the night, taking all this in. All the fake moments that apparently weren’t so fake. For either of you, you realized. Because you had enjoyed being his pretend date, even if at some point you stopped pretending.
     “I just wish you would have asked me to be your real date. I would have said yes you know,” you told him.
     “Really?” He was definitely blushing now and you grinned up at him.
     “The night’s not over yet, we could still make this an official first date,” you said. 
     “(Y/n), will you go out with me?”
     “I’d love to Ian.”
     He began slow dancing with you even though this most definitely was not a slow dancing event. 
     “Ian!”
     As you looked into his eyes, though, and you saw the way he was looking at you—like he’d been waiting for this for a long time—you couldn’t ignore how perfect this moment was and you let him sway you.
     “Not bad for a first date, Hecox,” you joked.
     “Here’s to many more?”
     “Definitely.”
     He kissed you, your first officially real first kiss, and you couldn’t have been happier. 
     Cheering erupted and you looked over where all of your friends were standing, whistling and clapping at you. 
     “Still think it’s a fake date?” Courtney called to you.
     You looked at all the people around you, some of which had begun to stare at your display. You looked at Ian looking at you like you were the only girl in the world. You looked back at your friends, still waiting for your response.
     “I think nothing’s ever been more real.”
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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed!! i love ian so much and im glad someone else does too!! have a lovely day/night <3
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