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the seven having online classes part 3
teacher: *explains the homework*
hazel: *hazel is actually listening at the teacher lmao*
hazel: *she is not distracted by anything*
hazel: *she is not distracted even with the thousands of messages the seven send on their gc*
hazel: *still listening to the teacher*
the seven: hAzEl wHaT’s ThE hOmEwOrK
I decided to put more than my average number of drawings in here, hope you enjoy!
Memories Never Settle part 10
why the heck you lying
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Star Trek Voyager | S4xE25 - One
With the crew of Voyager on the verge of dying, a highly distraught Seven hallucinates a dead Captain Janeway and is the last person she sees after her noble decision to sacrifice her life for the crew.
Off Guard (Ezra & Seven)
(Emeto warning)
Ezra swung the door to Seven’s apartment closed with a little more force than usual but didn’t even flinch at the sound it made. He was more than ready to rant today, so as soon as he made it into the living room, he started.
“You will not believe the kind of shit I went through with Parker today! When I left my room, it took him all of five seconds to get—“ He paused, a frown settling on his features as he looked down at the empty couch. In his rage, he hadn’t even noticed that the apartment wasn’t filled with its usual stream of music either.
He stayed frozen there for a second, flicking his eyes between the empty cushions and the abandoned bowl of popcorn on the table. “Seven?” he tried with some hesitance. Nothing. He could’ve sworn that he was supposed to be off of work by then.
He made his way to the kitchen then, and there was a solitary, half-full glass of water on the countertop. It almost looked like Seven had left suddenly. That thought made Ezra a little uneasy, so he tried to push that thought out of his mind as he made his way to the bedroom.
The door was shut, which was also not normal, so Ezra gave an awkward little knock. “Seven?” he tried one last time. Still nothing. He let out an uneven sigh and finally gave the handle a slow twist, revealing nothing but pitch-black darkness.
He figured he would accidentally kill himself if he tried to stumble to the bed, and there was still no acknowledgement of his presence; he felt he had no other option but to flick on the light.
When he did, it revealed a very Seven-shaped lump hidden under the blankets. He felt himself relax a bit knowing that he was home, but it still didn’t sit right that he wasn’t answering. The feeling clenched a little at his lungs as he stepped closer, finally pulling back the duvet.
Seven was completely knocked out, curled into himself, and paler than Ezra had ever seen him—and that’s saying something. The only color that graced his face was a blotchy scarlet across his cheekbones, and that told Ezra all he needed to know. He fought between letting him sleep and seeing if he needed anything before ultimately deciding on the latter.
Reaching out a careful hand, he placed it gently on Seven’s fever-hot cheek and began to brush his thumb there. “Hey, Sev? Can you wake up for me, babe?” he asked softly, hoping that he was still loud enough to wake him.
Thankfully, Seven began to stir, a low moan escaping through his parted lips. He slowly opened his eyes, but they looked fairly glassy and disoriented. When they finally settled on Ezra’s face, he actually looked like he might cry, which didn’t happen often at all.
“Ez?” His voice came out rough, but that wasn’t a surprise.
“Hi, V. How are you feeling?” He only received another drawn-out groan in response. “Yeah, I figured as much. You’re absolutely scorching, babe. Is there anything I can get for you, like medicine, or tea, or...?”
He paused, because it looked like Seven might have something to say. Instead, he pitched forward and copiously vomited over the edge of the bed. Ezra recoiled a bit in an attempt to avoid the stream, but he just wasn’t fast enough; he was painted from the thighs down with puke. Seven only retched again, adding to the puddle near Ezra’s feet. The nearest bin was all the way in the bathroom, so he decided there was really no use in trying to retrieve it now.
“Oh, Sev. It’s gonna be alright,” he soothed, hearing Seven’s breathing turn more ragged between heaves. It seemed like he was really struggling to keep everything in, choking and sputtering when each wave inevitably forced itself from his mouth. “Just let it come on out, okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Ezra took a seat on the edge of the bed, sneaking a hand under Seven’s damp t-shirt and rubbing circles on his back. Each time Ezra thought he might be done, yet another gurgle of sick would splatter against the hardwood. The streams eventually became thicker as his stomach purged the last of his lunch, and they seemed to require much more violent heaves. Ezra winced at every one, especially when they started to become particularly sharp-sounding empty ones.
The gaps between bouts of heaving gradually became longer, and a few minutes into one of his longest, Ezra decided it was time to try and make a dent in the mess. Seven was still hanging over the soiled sheets, trembling with the effort of holding himself halfway upright. “You okay?“ Seven shook his head very slowly, a thick string of saliva still clinging to his bottom lip.
Right, stupid question, Ezra thought briefly.
“Sorry, I know. Um, do you think you’re finished?” In response, Seven gave a minute nod, still refusing to make eye contact. Ezra didn’t blame him, but he just wished there was some way he could reassure him that he didn’t have to feel embarrassed. He sighed softly. “Alright, I’m gonna help you get to the shower then, it’ll make you feel better. C’mere.”
He supported Seven’s weight as he struggled to sit up fully. He finally pulled the vomit-soaked shirt over his head, holding back his own urge to heave. He was also making every effort to ignore the sticky, sour warmth seeping through the front of his jeans.
Once he got Seven to his feet, he let him lean into his side as they made the short trek to the bathroom. Even though it was only a few feet away, it felt like quite a journey to both boys. When they finally made it in, he let Seven sit on the toilet lid and turned on the water.
Leaving only for a moment to gather a change of clothes, he returned to find his boyfriend hunched over and shaking where he’d left him. The sight of him looking so vulnerable made the fist around Ezra’s heart tighten, and he approached him carefully. He began to brush his fingers through the back of his sleep-ruffled hair and rub down his back.
Seven leaned in to bury his face against Ezra’s tummy and groaned, looping his arms loosely around his own stomach. Ezra really didn’t know what he could say to make any of it better, so he just continued to soothe him any way he knew how.
When the water finally got warm, they laboriously finished undressing and climbed in. Without a word, Ezra began to gently wash Seven’s still trembling body, rubbing the cloth across his middle with a little extra care. He closed his eyes and leaned against the tiles, pressing his surely fuming forehead against them to get some relief.
Ezra was almost finished rinsing out his hair when Seven spoke up. It was nothing more than a murmur against the steady stream of water.
“Hm?“
“I need to get out,” he repeated, still in a mumble. “M’dizzy.”
“Oh,” was all Ezra could supply in lieu of a proper response. He turned around and shut off the water, reaching out for their towels on the rack.
They were only half dry before things dipped back downhill. Ezra noticed that Seven was leaning against the countertop, not even making an effort at drying himself off anymore.
“I know you’re tired, baby, but we gotta get dried off before you can sleep.”
“Ezra,” was his only response. It was a strained, wobbly sound, and it caught Ezra off guard a bit.
“What’s the matter?” He was given no answer. Seven swayed a bit and leaned forward. “Hey, don’t pass out on me, V,” he very nearly begged, stepping behind him to help hold him up just in case.
Fortunately, he didn’t faint, but what he did do was bend over and spray the faucet with a stream of yellow-tinted bile.
“Oh shit—uh, okay. It’s okay.” Seven let out what could only be a sort of whimper.
“S—“ A hiccuping, choked retch hitched in his chest. “M’sorry.”
“No, no, I didn’t mean to curse, Sev, it’s totally fine. You really don’t have to apologize, just let it happen,” he reassured, inwardly cringing at how bad he was at this stuff. He pulled Seven’s towel from around his shoulders and began to finish drying him off so he could get to rest sooner. He rubbed the fabric softly up and down the curve of his back as it lurched with heaves.
He finally caught his breath after a few minutes, and Ezra reached around to wipe his mouth with some toilet paper. He remained gentle so he wouldn’t start him up again, but he began to rub his tummy, alternating between going in circles and rubbing back and forth. They stayed silent like that for a moment, and Ezra figured he needed a moment to recover.
“I’m done,” he finally croaked, voice breaking despite the short phrase. Ezra nodded, and they finished getting dressed slowly.
The walk out to the couch was a lazy one, ending with Seven finally collapsing into the cushions. He glanced at the popcorn bowl and groaned, getting his message across perfectly. Ezra pulled it off the table in one swift motion, placing the bin he’d stolen from the bathroom down at the side of the couch at the same time.
Seven curled onto his side, folding his arms over his mercifully empty belly. Ezra momentarily left to retrieve an extra blanket from the closet and the rest of his forgotten water from the kitchen. When he returned, Seven was almost out cold already.
Ezra draped the blanket over his body and smiled sadly; he looked so young like that. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Got you some water, it’s here if you want it, but I’m not gonna make you drink any just yet.” Seven only hummed lowly in response. “Get some rest. I hope you can sleep off whatever this is.”
“Thanks, Ezzy...’nd yeah,” he breathed out, words forming lazily, “I probably shoulda’ been a little more careful when Mrs. T was sick at work las’ week.”
“Maybe. Well, I’m gonna go clean up so you can get back in bed tonight, okay? Your only job is to sleep.” When Ezra was greeted with nothing but the blissful, even breaths of an already sleeping Seven, he couldn’t help but smile.
Zen: Seven, you look better when you're not wearing your glasses!
Seven: And you look better when I'm not wearing my glasses!
Zen: ....
*Jumin smiles in the background*
“don’t expect other characters to come to you for love advice” is that you Seven? 👀
Seven: “N-no, why would you t-think that?”
He swallows, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Come on Captain, you shouldn’t believe everything Twelve says.”
“Or Nine. He picked it up from Twelve. Or Three. She thinks she is being funny. Or …”
Seven stops, silently coming to a certain realization. “Ahahaha,” he laughs, though he could also be choking “I just remembered I gotta GOOOOOOoooo-”
That day, Seven reached a new level of speed.
12 Dollars isn't enough, MC
Seven: I'm going to Taco Bell.
Seven: Do you want anything?
MC, sobbing: I just want you to love me.
Seven: Yeah, I got like, 12 dollars.