Call me X

Idk I hope maybe u like this idea 🥹

the agreement was to cuddle for 1-hr before a long-ass mission.

not for you to totally fall into deep sleep and toss around the bed while still in zanka’s warm hold.

today, zanka indulged in the idea that he would become the big spoon since it was supposedly a 30-minute rest. but come the 10-minute mark, you are already on your fifth turn of the day, and zanka has no idea how to keep you still even though he was basically restraining you already.

he let it be, you must be really tired, was what he thought.

until you basically climbed on top of his chest, lying the upper half of your body on top of him.

zanka’s heart hammered through his chest, and he wished that you’re deep enough in your sleep not to hear or feel it. how embarrassing it would be for him to be this flustered when you’ve slept together for countless days and nights already.

he quietly called out for your name, but you didn’t stir even a little. zanka knows there’s only one way to stop you from moving.

masterlist | next reel (2) | time separators matter for this chapter.

synopsis.  after hours of endless doom scrolling, you did not even realize you were sending reels to the wrong person.

note. yeah whatever i cant even promise anything rn

Heh this is why yer the coolest writer bruh

shucks ur making me blush </333

but i do remember people who request more than once, so i lwk remember ur username auttie ! <3

Your hands moved nimbly as you took notes, adjusted the IV drip, and changed Zanka's bandages. He sat up in bed, looking tired.

His hair was disheveled from lying down so long, and every now and then he shifted, trying to stretch, but pain shot through his body.

"Please don't move," you said in that gentle voice that made Zanka blush. You adjusted the bandage on his stomach, just above his wound, and the touch of your soft fingers sent a shiver down his spine. "How are you feeling?" you asked, sitting down across from him. The bed dipped slightly under your weight.

Zanka swallowed hard; his mouth was dry, as it always was when he had to talk to you.

"Sore," he said simply.

You nodded and rubbed your hands in your lap. Zanka watched you out of the corner of his eye. His heart was pounding at your proximity. You were sitting there, doing nothing, and looking so beautiful.

You tried to stand, but Zanka took one of your wrists. His grip was firm but gentle. When you turned to look at him, his eyes shone with such intensity.

"Is something wrong?" you asked sincerely. Zanka shifted again, but the movement brought you both dangerously close. When he looked at you again, the first thing that caught his attention were your beautiful eyes. His grip on your wrist loosened and slid to your cheek.

He gently stroked your face, and you rested it on his hand. His ears turned bright red, but he didn't pull away.

Instead, he moved even closer.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours.

"It must be the poison; it's making you hallucinate."

"Nah, I'm perfectly fine."

With that, he closed the distance with a kiss. He could feel his heart about to leap from his throat, but the mere thought of having you so close made him forget it.

Your lips were so soft and tasted like strawberries thanks to that lip gloss you often wore. He didn't want to pull away, but the lack of air was starting to set in.

When you separated, he was surprised to see you rest your forehead against his. Your lips looked pinker than usual because of the previous action, and he couldn't help but caress them with his thumb.

Ok bye 👋