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[sirtbhopal]

B.Tech in CSBS at SIRT: Where Technology and Business Converge

Sagar Institute of Research and Technology, Bhopal is offering B.Tech programme in Computer Science and Business Systems in Collaboration with Tata Consultancy Services, the eminent IT organisation of India.

Let's hear what B.Tech in CSBS has to offer to Engineering Aspirants!!

Establish your career with Future Technology at SIRT…💫

College life: the perfect blend of hard work, fun, and unforgettable memories. 💫

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[krstseo]

[workingprofessionalwilpprogramme]

Part-Time B.Tech Electrical Engineering The Course, Scope And Benefits

Part-Time B.Tech in electrical Engineering admission will offer several advantages and build a strong career. Completing a B.Tech in Electrical Engineering enhances your knowledge and skills in the field.

[bhushaniti]

Bhushan ITI in Rajasthan: Empowering Futures in Mechanical Engineering

In the vast and diverse landscape of education in Rajasthan, Bhushan Industrial Training Institute (ITI) stands out as a beacon of opportunity for aspiring individuals in the field of Mechanical Engineering. Established with a vision to bridge the skills gap and empower the youth, Bhushan ITI has been a catalyst for change in the educational landscape of the region.

Mechanical Engineering at Bhushan ITI:

Bhushan ITI offers a comprehensive program in Mechanical Engineering, providing students with a solid foundation in the principles and practices of the discipline. The curriculum is designed to meet industry standards, ensuring that graduates are well-prepared to tackle the challenges of the dynamic and ever-evolving field of mechanical engineering.

State-of-the-Art Facilities:

One of the key factors that set Bhushan ITI apart is its commitment to providing students with state-of-the-art facilities. The institute is equipped with modern laboratories, workshops, and classrooms that create an immersive learning environment. Students have access to cutting-edge technology and machinery, allowing them to gain hands-on experience that is crucial for success in the field.

Experienced Faculty:

The success of any educational institution lies in the expertise and dedication of its faculty, and Bhushan ITI takes pride in its team of experienced instructors. The faculty members at Bhushan ITI bring a wealth of industry knowledge to the classroom, ensuring that students not only grasp theoretical concepts but also understand their practical applications in the real world.

Industry-Relevant Curriculum:

The curriculum at Bhushan ITI is carefully crafted to align with the latest industry trends and requirements. Students undergo a well-rounded education that covers fundamental concepts as well as emerging technologies in the field of Mechanical Engineering. This ensures that graduates are not only equipped with traditional knowledge but are also ready to embrace innovations in the industry.

Skill Development Initiatives:

Recognizing the importance of skill development in today's competitive job market, Bhushan ITI places a strong emphasis on honing practical skills alongside theoretical knowledge. The institute conducts workshops, seminars, and industrial visits to expose students to the real-world applications of their learning. This hands-on approach prepares them for the challenges they may encounter in their professional careers.

Placement Assistance:

Bhushan ITI is committed to not just imparting education but also ensuring that its graduates find meaningful employment opportunities. The institute has a dedicated placement cell that works closely with industry partners to facilitate internships and job placements for students. This strong network with the industry enhances the employability of Bhushan ITI graduates.

Promoting Entrepreneurship:

In addition to preparing students for traditional employment, Bhushan ITI encourages an entrepreneurial mindset. The institute provides support and resources for students interested in starting their own ventures. This approach not only fosters innovation but also contributes to the development of a self-reliant and enterprising workforce.

Community Engagement and Social Responsibility:

Bhushan ITI not only excels in providing quality education but also actively engages with the community and takes on social responsibilities. The institute organizes outreach programs, skill development workshops for underprivileged youth, and community development initiatives. By doing so, Bhushan ITI contributes to the overall upliftment of society and emphasizes the role of education in creating positive social change.

Adapting to Technological Advancements:

In the rapidly evolving landscape of technology, Bhushan ITI ensures that its curriculum remains up-to-date with the latest advancements in the field of Mechanical Engineering. The institute recognizes the importance of emerging technologies such as automation, artificial intelligence, and Industry 4.0. By incorporating these elements into the curriculum, Bhushan ITI ensures that its graduates are well-prepared to meet the demands of the modern industrial landscape.

Alumni Success Stories:

The true measure of an educational institution's success lies in the achievements of its alumni. Bhushan ITI takes pride in the accomplishments of its graduates, many of whom have gone on to make significant contributions to the field of Mechanical Engineering. These success stories not only inspire current students but also serve as a testament to the quality of education provided by the institute.

Continuous Learning Opportunities:

Recognizing that learning is a lifelong journey, Bhushan ITI encourages a culture of continuous learning among its students and faculty. The institute facilitates workshops, seminars, and webinars with industry experts, keeping students abreast of the latest developments in the field. This commitment to ongoing education ensures that Bhushan ITI graduates remain relevant and adaptable in their careers.

Global Exposure:

In an era of global connectivity, Bhushan ITI recognizes the importance of providing students with international exposure. The institute has collaborations with renowned institutions and industries worldwide, facilitating student exchange programs and global internships. This not only broadens the horizons of students but also prepares them for the globalized nature of the workforce.

Conclusion:

Bhushan ITI in Rajasthan stands as a beacon of educational excellence, particularly in the field of Mechanical Engineering. Through its commitment to quality education, practical skill development, community engagement, and global exposure, the institute continues to shape the future of aspiring engineers. Bhushan ITI's holistic approach to education ensures that its graduates not only excel in their careers but also contribute meaningfully to society. As the institute evolves with the changing landscape of technology and industry, it remains a symbol of educational innovation and empowerment in the heart of Rajasthan.

[ushamartinuniversity]

Admission Open 2023 24 For B Tech | M.Tech | Diploma | MBA |MCA | Phd

Usha Martin University announces admission in all the professional Programs for the session 2023-2024 for those enthusiastic learners who want to pursue higher education in their respective fields. Admission in Professional courses and completing the educational qualification will undoubtedly enhance the professional skill of the learners. Some of the most like courses viz. B.Tech, M.Tech, Diploma, MBA, MCA, and Doctoral programs can help you excel in your career effectively.

[futureinstitutions1]

Top B.Tech Mechanical Engineering Colleges in Bareilly

Graduate in B.Tech Mechanical Engineering from one of the best Mechanical Engineering colleges in Bareilly. Admissions are open in Future Group of Institutions.

[syoddeye]

kinktober - day 07 - virgin

gaz x f!reader | 2.3k words cw: gaz pov, some manipulation/kyle isn’t the most well meaning man in this, implied pining lol, mutual masturbation, piv sex summary: kyle's lifelong best friend happens to mention she's a virgin. it's a good thing he's a gentleman. sort of. a/n: i intended to stick to my wc but then the voices (kyle) kept talking banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list

Her bra hooks the back of her desk chair—lucky shot.

Kyle’s on a lucky streak, seems like. First, securing leave. A feat in and of itself. Second, successfully talking his way into staying at his best girl’s place. Third, though perhaps the most engineered, getting her not-quite-boyfriend to leave. 

She was upset, of course. Cried into his shoulder for two days. She didn’t understand why Whatshisface had left so abruptly and stopped returning her messages. She bemoaned her return to sudden singleness and the barely-off-the-ground relationship. Kyle amused her. Comforted her. Assured her there was nothing she was missing out on.

(A leading statement. Makes targets keen to correct. She, being no different, immediately said—)

“Yes there is!”

“Doubt it. Matthew didn’t seem like one to carry particularly stimulating conversations.”

“His name was Michael, and let’s just say, I might as well convert and join a convent.”

Hook. “What do you mean by that?”

Line. Wiggling. “I just…I mean I’ve never…”

Come on. “Never what?”

“Fucked. Okay? I’ve never fucked someone.” 

Sinker.

He thanked himself for acing every RTI course he’d taken, what with the journey his insides took at such an admission. Never in a million years did he think he’d get so lucky. He had wondered if he’d lost his chance ages prior, a lifetime ago. 

And she said it all self-deprecatingly. She laughed at herself. But he watched her face fall. 

Then, rise, tentatively, with his offer.

“Say the word, and I’ll save you from the sisters.”

Which led him here, her bra settling against a piece of furniture, a pair of fantastic tits spilling damn near his face.

Kyle lowers and buries his face into the cradle of her neck and shoulder. A moan slips from her mouth as he presses a kiss there, stubble rasping her skin. He grunts, teeth scraping and hands shoving up to palm at her chest. Thumbs swiping over her nipples, feeling them harden further.

Her honeyed voice in his ear, gasping softly. “Ah, Kyle.”

Kyle grins against her neck. So sensitive, so responsive. He cannot wait to hear what sort of sounds he’ll pry out of her.

He pulls back, meeting her half-lidded gaze with his own. Anticipating coiling in his stomach as his hands smooth up her thighs, then tuck under the waistband of her panties. Seeing no obvious distress or discomfort, he tugs them down, teeth resting on his bottom lip at the unveiling of her body. He groans at the sight of her coarse curls, he loves a woman with a bush, but his lips part at the sight of her pussy. It’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Another time, further down the road—he’ll ask her for a picture. Just for him.

“Won’t it be awkward?” She had asked. 

“We’ve known each other since we could walk. What could be more natural?” He’d answered.

Kyle swallows thickly, coaxing her legs open through their squirming. Eating her up with just his eyes, stuck to the wet seam of her cunt. 

He briefly considers diving right in, burying his mouth and nose until he suffocates, but he wants her worked up. Aching for it. So his eyes flick back to her tits, and his hands follow. He watches intently as he toys with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. He doesn’t miss a single twinge of her brow or inhalation. She’s good for him the whole time, hands stuck at her sides. She’s already clutching the sheets like a lifeline. 

Soon enough, her mouth’s caught in a perpetual gasp, and he sinks back down to capture it in a languid kiss. He allows her to take the lead, rewarding her eagerness by letting her dictate its duration, and his chest cracks at the soft sigh she gives him in turn. With her thoroughly relaxed, he experimentally rocks his hips, letting his clothed tip gingerly bump against her clit. The fingers on his back muscles tense and dig in, but the little shiver he feels pass through her chest into his makes him smile into her mouth.

He withdraws, tongue passing over his lips as he reclines. Breathing heavily, he tilts his head, palming his cock.

“Touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”

“Kyle,” she pouts. “That’s not—can’t you just…?”

“No can do, babe. Don’t want to make a mess of this, ‘least not yet,” he smirks, ignoring the small smack she delivers to his knee. “I want to see what you do. Everyone’s different.”

“Don’t remind me of how many people you’ve slept with.”

Attitude is a defense mechanism. A cute defense mechanism but a barrier all the same. He pulls further back, delighting in the deepening of her frown. She needs to learn.

“And you don’t give me that lip. Touch yourself. I know you know how. No way you’ve neglected that pretty pussy for so long.”

She huffs and complains a minute more but rewards his patience. One hand snakes down and tentatively rubs her clit, movements stiff, still shy, and tucks a finger into her hole. It’s adorable, the shallow plunge. It’s a miracle she’s ever gotten off before, what with how unsatisfying it looks compared to what Kyle knows he can give her. Will give her.

His focus shifts back to her face as he slowly discards his pants, needing to free his cock with the sounds her finger makes in her hole. He watches her eyes widen as it bobs free, tracking every move as he maneuvers atop the bed, stripping them off entirely.

“Like what you see, babe?”

“Y-Yeah.” The way she lifts her gaze seems mechanical.

Already leaking, his cock twitches in his palm on an upstroke. He hasn’t slept with a virgin in so long—he’d forgotten what that meld of hunger and curiosity looks like. She doesn’t look away at the slick sound of his pre spreading over his head under his thumb, nor when there’s an audible, wet suction around her finger. She bites her lip, eyes watering. Sweet thing. So close to grasping what she’s been missing.

“Add another.” She hesitates but complies, and he nearly comes watching the pinch of her face as she dips a second finger into pussy. “Ah, no. Keep looking at me, angel. That’s right. Focus on the feeling.”

And like that, slow and steady, he talks her into a third.

“It hurts.” she whines, despite the weak buck of her hips into her hand.

If you think that hurts sits on the curl of his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth. The backs of his fingers are drenched in precome. More than once, he’s had to pause. “I know, but it’ll ease up. I’m bigger than two of your fingers.”

“Then why don’t you,” she gasps, eyes briefly fluttering shut. “Why don’t you use yours?”

He’d like to. Truly. The thought makes him dizzy. But that would require him to be a better man than he is, if only she’d brought this up four, five years earlier. His fingers can go another day.

“Because,” his jaw works. He’s well aware of the knife’s edge he walks. Everything he says before he’s inside her is a coin flip. “I don’t want my fingers to be the first part of me inside you, babe.”

Her eyes widen a fraction, and to his relief, she moans. “Fuck, Kyle, that’s…That’s so…”

“I know.” He grins. 

She ends up stuffing her pussy with four fingers, the last digit tucks in without his urging. He stops her after her breath hitches. She pouts again.

“Shouldn’t I come first? Before–?”

“You’re wet enough, believe me,” He teases. It’s a little mean, but he’s impatient. He’s never been able to maintain the same stillness his job requires out of the field. “I think you’re ready. Feel ready?”

Kyle barely kills a smug smile as she firmly presses her lips together before finally eking out a yes, steady but thin. Her shoulders are loose, but her slick fingers curl nervously over her belly like she’s trying to hold herself together. Her eyes flicker with something she’s trying hard not to show, something just beneath the surface, but she keeps her face neutral.

The sense of satisfaction is a small thrill. Not from her answer but from knowing he’s got her this far.

He chucks her chin as it dips, lowering his own to keep their eyes level. “You know I’ll be gentle, right? As much as I can? You trust me, don’t you?” He makes a show of opening and rolling on the condom. It’s a small travesty, but he’ll get her on the pill soon enough. If anything, it makes her less likely to back out.

As she nods, he lays her back. Listens to her intently. “I know, I know.” She mumbles, but her eyes snap to his cock, its weight resting in the crease of her thigh. 

“Don’t worry, relax.” he whispers, brushing his lips against hers, then pressing into a kiss. He takes advantage of a gasp to deepen it, moving his hips and adjusting his cock to let it slip over her folds. He groans, nudging her clit with its head. She’s soaking, radiating pure heat. 

This is the part where he should reassure her, say “If it hurts too much, or if you want me to stop, tell me.” He doesn’t. He’s gone years thinking this was out of reach. Impossible. ‘Natural’, he told her. Same as ‘inevitable’, he thinks.

Bracing himself on one arm, he guides his cock to her hole, eyes drilling into where his tip disappears. Just a hint, enough to make sweat break out along his neck. Warmth flows from her sex, as inviting as a hearth. Notched, he starts to push in, fingers leaving his length to return to her clit. Standby mode for when—

“Shh, you’re alright,” it’s automatic when a pitiful whine escapes. He looks from her wide eyes to the crease between her brows and parted lips. “Fuck, it’s so good, babe. You’re alright.” He kisses her chin and jaw, the corners of her open maw, as another uncertain, wavering noise strikes high from her throat.

He pauses to kiss her deeply again, swallowing a few more gasps as he lets her adjust a bit. He toys with her clit, continuing his push. Her nails bite into his shoulders, and she whimpers a weak apology against his mouth that makes his chest ache and restraint slip. He burrows in a few inches all at once.

His sudden burst punches a loud, surprised sound out of her, one that puffs right past his ear. She pants against the shell, muttering over and over as she adjusts around him.

“Ohgodohgodohgod—“

He quiets her with more kisses, eventually getting her to take it down an octave and use her words.

His arm burns from flexing, muscles working to keep him partly hovering above her, sweat dripping from his brow. She’s so unbelievably tight, wet, and molten around his cock. It’s everything he’s wanted and more. A slice of heaven gifted to him, made for just him. No one else. She might go on to sleep with other people—hopefully not, if he plays this right—but he’s the one she will remember.

“Kyle…S’big,” she slurs, lips moving against his cheek. 

“You’re alright,” he repeats with a chuckle, a sample of the loud, mad laugh he feels tickling his throat. Triumphant. “Talk to me. How else do you feel?”

“It didn’t—It’s…weird?” She echoes a delirious giggle, twinging when he shifts his weight. She doesn’t look too sure. “But…”

“But what?”

“Can you keep touching…y-yeah, like that.”

He smirks, kisses her, and hastens the circles on her clit. He decides he can grind for a bit and find every last inch he can claim. Slowly but surely, her breathing levels and her cunt gives up territory. Lets him in until his balls are flush with the cushion of her ass. 

“There we go, look at that.” He pulls back slightly to admire where he ends, and she begins, the smell of sex and sweat dizzying. “No convent for you.”

She lets out a shaky breath, one hand letting go of him to scrub over her eyes in giddy disbelief. “Thank God.”

“Thank me.”

That gets him a swat, but the hand that strikes scrambles around his arm when he pulls out and snaps back in. Beyond that, there’s not much talking. Not much thinking, either. Rapture gradually twists her face, and he practically watches any traces of her earlier shyness and embarrassment fly out the window.

A frisson runs down her spine, a sharp, electric shudder that tells him he’s found the right spot. He adjusts accordingly, setting course to hit with each thrust, and rubs her clit in tandem. Her knees knock against his sides, pressing, mirroring her cunt’s clenching and fluttering. 

“‘M close, Kyle, I’m close—”

“I know, can feel it. You’re strangling me, shit, you feel good—come on, angel.”

Every roll of his hips makes her moan and gasp, the sounds climbing higher and higher. His shoulders are numb where her nails hold on like the pain’s settled beneath the surface or fled from pleasure. When her legs dig into his side and hold, he drops closer again, speeding up his fingers to draw her even tighter around his cock.

His name leaves her mouth broken over the sharp edge of a wail as she comes hard, body spasming beneath him, squeezing the life out of him. She goes lax after a moment, save for her hands, still holding on with a feather-light strength. Her teary eyes crack open and dart across what must be an ugly look of conquest on his face. He wonders in the seconds before he fills the condom if she sees the devotion there, too, or if it’s eclipsed by all his coveting.

After, she thanks him with a kiss so tender, his cock stirs. Laying face to face, entangled and intertwined, she feels it against her thigh and laughs tiredly.

“You joking? You’re insatiable.”

Kyle stares hard, chest heaving at the fleeting but vivid image of her on her knees floating through his head. 

“You have no idea.”

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| When You Come Home ||

Frank Castle x female reader

I wrote a lil thing to go with my gorgeous commission by @bunnelbie ! 😍

The sound of an engine pulling up outside has you dropping the knife and vegetables you had been preparing down on the counter. He had sent you a text earlier in the day telling you that he'd be back today and you had been buzzing, almost unable to concentrate on anything other than just waiting for him to walk through that front door.

When he'd left, the first couple of days had been fine. He'd send you updates, just checking in to let you know he was alive. Then it would go quiet for a while and of course during those times your head was full of worry, but then he'd always get in touch again to let you know he was safe.

One time he had called you, late at night just as you were settling down in bed. He had filled your ears with sweet promises of everything he was going to do to you when he came home, and the memory of it now dances just underneath your skin.

You go to the door ripping it open just as he's getting out of his truck, seeing him standing there with his bag slung over one shoulder. Then you're running the short distance across the drive barefoot, throwing your arms around him.

"Frankie!"

He grins so wide, dropping the bag and returning your tight hug. You're never letting him leave for so long ever again, you think to yourself. The sound of his chuckle as you frantically pepper kisses all over his face fills you with a syrupy warmth that you've been missing for almost a month. Your Frank is finally back in your arms and you're so grateful.

"Hey you," his grizzled, out-of-use voice meets your ears and only makes you squeeze him more before pulling back and kissing him properly.

"Goddamn baby I've missed you." He lifts you off the ground and you squeal with delight as he spins you around. When he lets you down you don't fail to notice the slight groan he makes.

"You're alright? You're not hurt?" You hurriedly inquire, your hands touching almost every bit of him as you scan for anything more serious than the scrape on his cheek. He looks tired and you're sure you'll find some bruises later on, but other than that you're satisfied that there's nothing concerning.

He starts to walk you backwards into the house. "Nah I'm not hurt, don't you worry. You gonna let me come in huh?" He kids, and you laugh, pulling him inside and closing the door as he puts his bag down on the floor. As he shrugs off his jacket your eyes catch a glint of silver on his wrist. "Oh my god, you're actually wearing it?"

Frank glances at the bracelet around his right wrist, surprised that you thought he wouldn't. "'Course I'm wearin' it, you got me it!"

"I know I- I just thought you might think it was silly."

You had one too, a silver chain with a charm. A heart with a tiny skull etched on it.

Frank steps up closer to you, nudging his nose against yours before kissing the tip of it. "Ain't silly, every time I see it I'm reminded of you, sweetheart. That's all that kept me goin' some days."

He smiles softly as your eyes go Bambi-wide at his admission and you look like you're about to burst into tears but when he strokes his fingers through your hair and thumbs over your cheek it tempers the strength of your emotion. "I love it baby."

He looks over to the countertop distracting you from getting overwhelmed. "You cookin'?"

You nod. "Yeah, just making some dinner. Wasn't sure when you'd be back exactly or if you'd even be hungry, but I thought I'd get it started anyways."

"Oh yeah I'm hungry alright. Let me wash up real quick and we can finish it together, how 'bout that, hm?"

You grasp at him, scrunching your fingers in his shirt like he's going to disappear again but he just smooches you over and over promising he'll be right back in just a minute. You go back to the chopping board in the meantime and when he returns he slinks his hands around your waist, his chin settled in the crook of your shoulder and neck.

"Oh, is this what you call helping?" You tease, but you're full of love at the easy contact between you. It was like he'd never been gone.

"Mhm," he hums, kissing into your hair again as he continues shadowing you.

You giggle, trying to get stuff done with him hanging on to you, but he does eventually chip in to get everything prepared and in the oven. It was usually Frank who did the cooking when he was home, and he was really damn good at it. He kept you fed in a multitude of ways.

After dinner the washing up is left as tomorrow's problem, because right now you just want to spend quality time with your man. He's back from battles he's not quite ready to share, and even when he is ready to open up about it you doubt you'll get the full story, but that's alright.

Frank sits down on the couch, spreading his legs wide and beckoning you to join him. When you climb right on him making yourself comfortable in your favourite place, on his lap, he quietly chuckles, taking you in his arms.

You kiss him.

Yeah you had kissed earlier but this was different. Now, you knew he was safe, he wasn't going anywhere, you could slow down, revel in the feel of each other, his soft, warm lips on your mouth like you'd always dream of when he was away. Tonight, you wouldn't be alone in your bed, he'd wrap you up in his arms and be yours, and you would be his. But for now the taste of him is your focus, and the light scratch of his day-old stubble against your skin is so welcome as he seeks gentle, tentative permission to deepen the kiss. You open for him, always looking for and finding ways to be closer. As your tongue dances against his, your fingers card through his hair. It's grown out a little and you smile against his teeth when his familiar grunt meets your ears as you give a sharp little tug on it and he bites your bottom lip in flirty retaliation.

His fingers hook around the back of your knee anchoring you to him. As if you're going anywhere. He drinks you in as the sun is setting, calloused fingertips trailing your bare arm and raising goosebumps in their wake as you make out like teenagers behind the bleachers.

"I love you," He says softly after a while when you part to catch a breath, forehead leaning against yours, "so goddamn much, baby."

"I love you too, Frank." You close your eyes, feeling his heartbeat under your fingers and trying to press the words in there, rebrand them deep and fresh.

"Can I take my woman to bed?" He asks you with a sly smile. "Because if I recall a certain conversation correctly, I promised her a whole lot of lovin' when I got home…"

"Mm I haven't forgotten. You've got it coming too y'know, Frankie." You trace your lips along his jaw causing him to let his head fall back and grant you the space to lightly nip and kiss at his neck. An appetizer of what's yet to come. He makes a low sound from deep in his chest and can't wait any longer, scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.

"I'm all yours."

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Blue and Fire Engine Red, Pt 7

The day of Hector’s game day party comes before Kara knows it. Lena drives them both in the dusty pick up, blasting N*SYNC with the windows down. Kara is more than happy to sing along– Lena’s unabashed enjoyment revives Kara’s memories of her teenage years, and the afternoons she’d spent with Kenny with N*SYNC playing on the radio. These days, Kara can acknowledge that they may not be objectively good, but they’re fun.

At Hector’s they and Kara’s seven layer dip are received with a warm, enthusiastic welcome. Kara’s handshake is ignored by Jess and Cecilia both, who greet her with the same hugs they offer Lena. 

“Congratulations on the college admission!” Kara lauds Jess, her smile genuine.

“Yeah,” Lena chimes in, bumping Jess with her shoulder. “You should have told us at the bar, you fink.”

Jess remains utterly unapologetic. “I could see you had more important matters on your mind,” she quips, giving Kara a pointed look and earning a round of laughter.

After that, Kara is swept up in a flurry of introductions, not just of Hector’s friends, but Lena’s coworkers as well.

“Hi Nia,” she greets readily at the sight of the younger woman, who grins at her.

“Fancy seeing you here, Sergeant,” Nia chirps as blithe as Jess. “Enjoying your time so far?”

Kara blinks in confusion. “We just got here…?” She shoots a look at Lena, who rolls her eyes. 

“She means with me,” Lena tells her. Kara’s jaw gapes a little, shocked enough that words don’t immediately pop out. Lena doesn’t give her long anyway. “Wanna beer?”

“Uh… sure?”

Lena nods. “I got it.” She gives Nia a sharp look. “Be nice.”

With that, Lena saunters off, leaving Kara to the wolves. Kara turns back to Nia, whose grin remains in place. “Hi,” Kara tries again.

“Sergeant Danvers!”

A new voice booms behind her, making Kara jump. She turns to find Brainy studiously regarding her.

“You are precisely on time,” he clips.

Kara nods solemnly. “Entirely Lena’s fault.”

Nia groans. “Querl, what are you talking about? They just showed up!” She waves a hand between them. “We were on time.”

“Miss Nal, surely you are aware of the social moray that dictates the perfect time to arrive at a gathering is no less than fifteen minutes past the proscribed start time. By such expectations, the Lieutenant and the Sergeant arrived right on time.”

“And we were…?” 

“Early, of course.”

Nia throws up her hands. “You were the one who insisted we show up at two!”

“But of course!” Brainy responds, clasping his hands behind his back. “As another custom states: to be early is to be on time.”

With a groan, Nia turns back to Kara. “You see what I have to work with?” In the end, she thrusts out her hand. “Nia Nal. Nice to properly meet you.”

Kara takes her hand with a grin. “Kara Danvers. Likewise.”

At that moment, Lena reappears. She hands over a bottle of Samuel Adams, but Kara notices that she’s claimed a can of rootbeer for herself. Her brow furrows at the sight of it. She sees that Nia also holds a soda, along with a few other firefighters dotted throughout the room. 

“On call?” she surmises. 

Lena nods, cracking open the can and sipping the fizz that bubbles over. The way she looks sheepishly at Kara over the edge of the can is entirely ungraceful, but Kara thinks she might be in love with this woman. 

“Smooth,” is all she says, earning a wink in return.

Lena tilts her head towards the living room. “Game’s on, if you’re interested.” 

Kara smirks. “What game?”

“Exactly!” Nia exclaims. “I’m just here for the food. And the company,” she amends quickly. “Gonzales is great. I like him.”

Lena shrugs. “You’re not the only one,” she says, even as a round of raucous laughter fills the house. A large group has gathered around Hector, clearly enjoying whatever story he’s telling. 

“How long have you known him?” Nia asks casually. Kara expects Lena to deflect, but instead she gamely takes a swig of her root beer. 

“Served two tours.”

Nia nods. “Cool, cool.”

As if it’s not more information about Lena’s service than she’s ever told Kara. But then again, she hasn’t exactly asked. She’d resolved to let Lena drive the pace of that conversation, but… maybe she could turn the key in the ignition.

Conversation continues, moving on to other subjects. Kara listens contentedly, and is all too happy to move to the couch when Hector eventually waves them over. He and Lena exchange their special handshake, but Kara keeps hers simple.

“Hi,” she says. “Thanks for the invite.”

“Yeah, my pleasure! I’m glad you all could make it–”

All of a sudden, something in Lena’s pocket starts to buzz, loud and insistent. She’s not the only one who reaches for their phone though– everyone Kara recognizes from Station 13 fishes out their device to glance at their screens.

A call out.

“I guess we’re leaving,” Kara says wryly.

Hector gapes dejectedly. “Man, you just got here!”

“Why don’t you stay?” Lena suggests to Kara as she rises. “I can ride to the station with Nia and Brainy. You can take my truck.”

Kara hesitates. “Really?”

Lena nods, leaning in to give Kara a kiss. “Here,” she says, pressing her keys into Kara’s hand. “Why don’t you go back to mine? I’ll meet you there when we’re done.”

A pleased thrum buzzes through Kara. She’s never been given a key to a partner’s home, even temporarily. Yet here Lena is, for all her secrets, inviting Kara to wait unaccompanied in her apartment. 

“There’s beer in the fridge,” Lena offers teasingly, sweetening the deal.

Kara grins, accepting the keys with another kiss. “Yeah. Go save the day.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Nia calls. “Come on, LT! Got a warehouse fire with your name on it!” 

LEna mutters something unintelligible under her breath, making Kara laugh. Once the door closes behind the departing crew, very few people remain, and none who Kara knows beyond brief introductions. So she remains where she is, studying her beer can as she considers how long to remain out of politeness. But then she senses eyes upon her, and she glances up to find Hector in his wheelchair across the coffee table, studying her with a closely guarded expression.

Kara doesn’t look away. She knows she’s being measured, by someone who respects and adores Lena. Though Lena has yet to show she values Hector in quite the same way, Kara knows his opinion of her will matter. In the end, Hector tilts his head towards the back door.

“Care to get some air, Sergeant?”

Nodding, Kara accepts the invitation readily, as much to make a good impression as to escape a room full of people she doesn’t know. She slides open the door for the both of them, allowing Hector to roll through first before stepping out after him. Outside, it’s pleasant but almost uncomfortably bright in the afternoon sun, so they have the low deck to themselves, the air still smelling faintly of grilled meat.

Kara takes a seat in one of the plastic lawn chairs, closing her eyes against the glaring sun.

“She trusts you.”

Hector’s statement comes with no judgement. When Kara opens her eyes, squinting at her host, his gaze is still taking stock of her. “Yeah?” she asks.

Hector nods.

“It’s kinda hard to tell,” Kara admits. “I mean, it seems she’s having a good time, but I don’t quite have a full read on her yet. But,” she allows, “it’s still early.”

“The only real thing you gotta know about the Sarge is that once she makes a connection, she’s with you to the end. She may not share herself with people, but she cares about them. Too much, sometimes.”

He rubs his palms against his thighs. Kara’s eyes follow the motion, and Hector notices her attention as though expecting it. “Complete SCI of the L1 vertebrae,” he explains. His voice deepens, devoid of his usual enthusiasm. “We were on a convoy when our vehicle hit an IED. Whole thing overturned. Sarge and I are the only ones who made it out.”

Jesus. Kara doesn’t dare say anything, knowing any words she could offer would be hollow in the face of such an experience.

“We were all trapped under the cargo bed, and the cab had caught fire. It was all starting to burn around us. And the Sarge… she wasn’t pinned. She wasn’t pinned. She could have gotten out. She should have. But she didn’t. She had one hand in my guts and held Reggie’s hand with the other.

“I’m here, she kept saying. I’m here.”

Hector looks down at his lap, scowling inwardly. 

“On the shows and everything, the doctors always promise that it’s all going to be okay. That they’ll save their patient, no matter what. But Sarge didn’t do that. I’m here. That’s all she said. And she was. When Reggie stopped breathing, she was there. She was there when they fished me out. They got me out of there fast, but Sarge helped haul out the others. She– she wanted more than strangers there. We were hers. And she was there when I got out of surgery. She’s the one who told me about the rest.”

An image flashes across Kara’s mind. The previous weekend, she’d seen a dark smudge on Lena’s ribs– later that night, as Lena slept, Kara had seen that the smudge was a tattoo. A series of tallies, stacked in groups of tens. She’d counted thirteen tallies, and in this moment, Kara knows exactly what Lena’s been tracking. 

Unaware of Kara’s revelation, Hector continues with a shake of his head. 

“And she’s still taking care of us.” When he notices Kara’s confusion, he continues. “My folks can’t afford to put Jess through school, and my GI benefits don’t apply to siblings. But wouldn’t you know it, Jess got a full ride from a private donor.” He sighs. “I don’t know how she did it, but she did.”

Kara considers that, remembering the way Lena had seemed genuinely surprised by Hector’s good news. She can’t say even now whether she’d be able to spot the act, but the deception doesn’t feel malicious. She doesn’t know if Lena has a malicious bone in her body.

Then again, she could be blinded by the new relationship glow. What does she truly know about Lena anyway?

“Has she ever talked about her family?” Kara asks. Hector glances at her, prompting her to clarify. “I’m not looking for details. I just… I want to know if it’s something she might share, with the right person.”

At that, Hector softens. “None of us ever heard her talk about her family, her home, or anything from her past. Not even which coast she’s from. I know she got razzed for it at first, but in the end… it didn’t matter. It wasn’t her past that held me together, and it wasn’t the last thing Reggie saw. It was just the Sarge, and who she was in that moment. Who she still is.”

At that, Kara nods. That much, Kara’s already seen for herself. Both at the scene where they first met, where she’d hauled a young mother from an inferno, and the previous weekend with Lydia at the farmer’s market. She’d seen the way Lena’s reflex was to help, as innate as the ability to breathe. Not everyone has that– most people need to think, to make the conscious decision to run towards danger. 

Not Lena.

“I’m not telling you any of this so you’ll treat her with kid gloves or anything,” Hector says. “Sarge can take care of herself. But like I said– she trusts you. I just want you to know just how special that is.” 

He smiles thinly. 

“She’ll treat you good, if you let her.”

—

Kara opts to pick up a crate of seltzer on her way to Lena’s after saying goodbye to Hector and his family. Despite the offer of free beer, she wants a clear head tonight. Thoughts swirl in her head as she lets herself into the spartan apartment, and settles on the couch to anxiously wait. She can keep her new knowledge to herself, and a strong part of herself wants to. It feels illicit, to know something about Lena that she didn’t share herself. And what Lena doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, right?

But when the door opens a crack, a few hours later, Lena’s voice makes the decision for her.

“Kara?”

Kara’s brow furrows. Lena had been the one to invite her to wait, but now she sounds like she’s wound tight as a spring, on the verge of fight or flight. As though she doesn’t know what to expect.

Twisting on the couch to face the door, Kara smiles. “Present and accounted for!”

The playful response does the trick. The crack widens fully, and Lena pushes in with a wide grin and two pizza boxes stacked in her right hand. Kara also spots a two liter bottle of Pepsi under one arm. She’s most relieved for Lena’s smile, though, which assures her that the callout hadn’t suffered any casualties.

“Did Gonzales take good care of you?” Lena asks, kicking the door shut. She detours to the kitchen, bustling to retrieve plates and cups to dish up.

Kara smirks, rising to assist. “I don’t think Cecilia or Jess would allow anything less.”

A bark of laughter answers her. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Lena flips up the lids of the pizza boxes, revealing a pepperoni and a cheese. She hands Kara a plate, letting her snag whatever slices she wants. Kara does, and fidgets with the edge of a partial pepperoni as she watches Lena slide two of each on her plate before lifting a messy slice to her mouth. An ooze of cheese slides precariously, and Lena tilts her head back to receive it.

When she catches KAra staring, the grin she gives is wide and beaming. “It’s on my chin, isn’t it?”

Well, it is, but it’s not why Kara is staring. She gathers her courage as she watches Lena fetch a paper towel to smear the grease off her chin.

“Hector told me some things, about the convoy.”

Kara’s voice is low, careful. Lena’s movements stutter to a stop, her entire body stiffening as the mood instantly freezes. 

“He had no right to tell you anything about that,” Lena says, her voice rigid.

“It’s his story too, Lena,” Kara returns gently. She allows her shredded piece of pepperoni fall to the plate. “And he didn’t give me many details. Just that you were there, and that you did what you could. That you saved his life.”

She does her best to hold Lena’s gaze, but Lena doesn’t let her. Her pizza lies forgotten on her plate, all the mirth from gooey cheese having evaporated into the ether. Kara studies the tight line of Lena’s lips, all but scowling as she wipes her fingers roughly with a paper towel. It’s the first time she’s seen Lena with anything less than a smile.

Part of her cherishes it, because it’s a new side of Lena she hasn’t experienced yet, but a small seed of dread takes root in her stomach, that this might be the last she sees of Lena at all.

“Lena…”

“Don’t.” Lena finally glares at her. “Don’t say anything.”

But Kara isn’t ready to let it go, despite the precipice she senses beneath her feet. 

“I’ve noticed your tattoo,” Kara says softly. Lena scoffs.

“Really? Wow. You’re… Wow.”

Lena ignores the soda she’d brought home, and instead swings to yank a beer out of the fridge. She passes Kara without a glance, slumping onto the couch as she stares at the black screen of her television.

“I’m not asking for you to share anything you don’t want to,” Kara clarifies, slowly trailing Lena into the living room. “I won’t ask if you don’t want me to, but I want to be here for you, whenever, or if ever, you want to talk about it.”

Lena continues to scowl at her drink, sitting propped on one knee. Kara doesn’t want to push, but she needs Lena to understand that she isn’t scared. She kneels in front of Lena, whose gaze reluctantly lifts to meet hers. She can feel the tension around Lena like a bubble, ready to rebuff any attempt to prod further.

“I am so proud of you,” Kara says, quiet but firm. “Despite everything, you haven’t given up. Every day, you still go out there and do what you can to help people.”

Kara takes a steadying breath before finishing.

“That means more than however you might feel you’ve failed.” 

Lena’s gaze slides away, scowl firmly in place, and Kara knows that’s the best she’s going to get. She gives Lena’s knee a squeeze. 

“I just needed you to know that.” 

With that, Kara stands and moves to clear out the sink. It gives her something to do as much as it gives Lena time to decompress. She hears the click of the television turning on, and the hum of voices coming through the low volume, but she suspects Lena isn’t truly watching.

When Kara joins her on the couch to finish whatever program is playing on the tv, she can feel that the reprieve hasn’t been enough. She reaches to offer Lena’s hand a squeeze, but Lena pulls away from her touch, clearing her throat.

“I’m pretty tired,” she says brusquely, her movements sharp and staccatoed. She moves towards the bedroom but pointedly makes no mention of Kara leaving. Kara clings to it, reminding herself again and again that this isn’t about her. 

She knows what it’s like, to feel unworthy of any tenderness or affection. Kara has the benefit of therapy and hard work to get her past those feelings– she doesn’t know if Lena has that. Either way, Kara knows the role she wants to play for Lena.

She wants to be the one who stays. 

Lingering on the couch, she lets the tv play as she scrolls idly through her phone, one ear pricked towards the bedroom. She doesn’t hear so much as a peep. Once the sun goes down, and the world beyond fades to dusky hues, Kara clicks the tv off and heads to the bedroom.

The light is off, leaving the room in shadows, but she sees enough to notice that Lena has climbed onto the mattress fully clothed. It lets Kara feel a little less awkward when she joins Lena there, inching as close as she dares until she can reach an arm over Lena’s waist. Lena’s still too tense to be asleep, but she doesn’t give any reaction to Kara’s arrival.

“Is it okay that I’m here?”

Her question murmurs against Lena’s shoulder blades, low and tender in the quiet room. Too tender, Kara worries, when Lena doesn’t immediately answer. But then, finally, Lena exhales, and curls one hand around Kara’s.

“Yeah.”

[special-agent-sass]

Midnight Ride

Y/N revved the engine of her Kawasaki Vulcan 900 as she sped down the empty stretch of highway, the cold night air whipping against her face. With each twist of the throttle, she pushed the bike faster, adrenaline and rage coursing through her veins.

The needle on the speedometer edged past 100 mph. She knew she was being reckless, but she didn't care. The danger made her feel alive, made her forget everything else. Forget the past, forget the pain. Out here it was just her and the road.

The headlight cut a narrow beam through the darkness as she leaned into the curves, expertly controlling the rumbling machine beneath her. She had no destination, only the need for speed to quiet her restless mind. The events of the day replayed in a relentless loop - the latest heated argument with Gibbs over her recklessness, the biting comments meant to cut deep, the frustration boiling over yet again.

She knew he only lectured her because he cared, but his stubbornness and overprotectiveness felt suffocating. Needing an escape, she had stormed out, hopped on her bike, and pointed it toward the open road.

Miles flew past in a blur, but still her thoughts churned. She resented Gibbs for trying to tame her wild spirit, even as she felt the undeniable pull between them - a volatile chemistry neither would acknowledge, dancing around the sparks that flew whenever they were near. His rare smiles made her pulse race, while his criticisms stung more than from anyone else.

Caught up in her thoughts, Y/N failed to notice the familiar pair of headlights gaining on her until they flashed urgently. Cursing under her breath, she reluctantly slowed and pulled over onto the gravel shoulder. She didn't need to look back to know whose black sedan now idled behind her.

Gibbs approached, his face etched with concern and frustration. "Just what the hell did you think you were doing?" he demanded.

"I was fine," Y/N fired back defensively. "I've been riding since I was twelve and I know how to handle a bike."

"Like hell you do! I clocked you going over 100mph. You trying to get yourself killed?"

Y/N clenched her fists, getting off the bike to face him, refusing to back down. "Why do you even care? I'm just some reckless adrenaline junkie to you, right?"

Gibbs stepped closer, his stern expression softening. “You know that’s not true,” he muttered. "That stunt was dangerous and stupid, but only because I can't lose you." His voice dropped to nearly a whisper. "I was scared, Y/N. Scared I wouldn't reach you in time."

Y/N froze, stunned. She searched Gibbs' face and saw the sincerity in his eyes. Her anger melted away. "I didn't mean to worry you. I just...I needed to clear my head."

Gibbs lifted his hand to her cheek. "I know. But you have to stop running from things."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, firm and insistent. After a moment of shock, she returned the kiss hungrily, releasing all the desire and frustration that had been simmering below the surface.

They broke apart, breathless. Gibbs rested his forehead against hers.

"Rule twelve be damned," he murmured. "I don't want to waste any more time pretending I'm not in love with you."

Y/N blinked back the sting of tears, overwhelmed by the admission. No longer uncertain, she pulled Gibbs close again, surrendering to the passionate embrace under the moonlight. The empty highway faded away until all that existed was the two of them and the truth laid bare.

Whatever the next day held, they would face it together, side by side. Y/N knew that his love was worth risking it all - even her stubborn heart.

[noneedtoamputate]

The Vault in Our Stars (Band of Brothers Olympics AU) - Chapter Two

Thanks to @mercurygray for letting me borrow Marj and Eileen for this chapter and the wonderful suggestions and editing help (any mistakes are entirely my own) and for @shoshiwrites for always seeming to like my favorite parts of things I write. Enjoy! And here's a link to Chapter One if you missed it.

Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Four days before Opening Ceremony

Breakfast tray in hand, Carwood found a table in a quiet corner of the cafeteria. He took a much-needed sip of coffee and enjoyed the silence. The team had been eating their meals together since arriving in Paris. But Dick had an early interview this morning, George and Tab decided to sleep in, and Harry was nowhere to be found, meaning he was probably with Kitty. 

The tension between the guys had lessened after Dick returned to the room last night, but the words from earlier in the day still echoed among the group. Carwood hated conflict, and the stress he felt between his teammates wasn’t helping his concentration. He looked forward to a quiet breakfast, without George cracking jokes or Tab talking about their next TikTok video or Dick being judgmental about what was on his plate. 

“Mind if I sit here?”

He looked up and saw a tall woman - well, taller than him, anyways - with honey-colored hair styled in a wavy bob wearing the warmups issued to the American athletes. 

He nodded and smiled, trying to look polite despite feeling slightly disappointed at the thought of having to make small talk with a stranger. He really did want to meet fellow athletes, but he wouldn’t have minded waiting until after some caffeine kicked in.

“Marjorie Gordon, rugby,” she introduced herself while placing her napkin on her lap. “But call me Marj.”

“Carwood Lipton, gymnastics,” he replied. 

“Oh, the other NixWorks team! Blanche Nixon started sponsoring us last year. She’s done so much for us,” she said before digging into her oatmeal. 

“Yeah, Lew’s been great for us, too,” Carwood agreed. He was still getting to know their corporate sponsor. Calling him by his first name felt strange but calling him Mr. Nixon felt even stranger. Lew wasn't much older than Dick, and Lew himself had already made all the jokes about the name Nixon. He’d forgotten there was a sister.

“I don’t think it hurts that Blanche has a thing for our captain, Connie.” Carwood’s eyebrows raised at Marj’s admission, but he said nothing. “Connie’s too focused to even notice, but maybe she’ll realize after the games are over.”

He tried to think of something to say, but she beat him to it. “When does your competition start?” 

“Two days after the opening ceremonies. How about you?”

“We’ve already started pool play,” she said, like this would mean something to him. He nodded and tried to look like he knew what that meant. “We had a match yesterday, and we have another one tonight.”

“Did you win?” he asked as he cut into an egg. 

“Of course!” she said, assuredly. “We’re here to put USA women’s rugby on the map.” She took another bite of her oatmeal and seemed to study him for a moment. “So, are you an all-rounder or a specialist, and what’s your favorite apparatus?” She smiled at his confusion. “I studied sports medicine in college - did a whole internship with our gymnastics team. I couldn’t do any of it but it’s beautiful to watch.”

The way she said beautiful made him nervous for a moment. Carwood explained that, yes, he was an all-arounder, meaning he competed in all six events, but pommel horse was his favorite. 

She gasped. “I love pommel! The physics of it all amazes me,” she explained. 

“Don’t tell me, physics was your second major.” He couldn’t help himself. The joke just tumbled out.

She grinned. “No, but maybe it should have been. At the end of the day, rugby’s all about forces and objects.”

“I’m studying engineering,” he said.

And their conversation took off after that. Marj didn’t let up with the questions, and she learned where he was from (West Virginia), what he thought about his team (“they’re great guys, but they can be …a lot”), what he liked to read (military history, especially World War II), and she didn’t get weird when he mentioned his dad died in a car accident when he was ten. 

“Did the network ask you about that when they interviewed you for your profile piece?” It was no secret that viewers loved human interest angles, and stories of perseverance over loss resonated the most, even with people who didn’t care about sports.

He signed. “They almost had me convinced I wouldn’t have made the team if he was still here. And they kept asking me if I thought he was looking down on me and smiling. I don’t know, it’s just not something I think about …”

“Or something you want to share with strangers and a camera in your face?” Marj finished for him

“Exactly.” He looked at her for a moment. “Are you always this nice?”

She grinned like this was part of a longstanding joke.  “I’m from Minnesota. It’s in the water.”

He laughed - actually laughed, out loud - and then felt self-conscious about it. “So, what did they ask you during your interview?” he asked, sticking his fork into a piece of cantaloupe. 

“Oh, the usual. Tall girl, tomboy, loved sports. Never felt like she fit in until she found rugby and became part of this team.” She rolled her eyes. “I might have felt like that for two weeks at thirteen, when everyone felt awkward. But I played hockey and softball growing up and always felt like I belonged.” 

Carwood noticed the way her eyes twinkled when she smiled. 

“I’d wanted to go to U of M since I was little, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to play hockey there. The competition is just too good. But a girl on my floor told me about the rugby team and the rest is history.” She took a sip of orange juice and sighed. “It’s too bad they did the interview a few months ago. If they had interviewed me at the beginning of this month, they would have had a real story.”

“Why, what happened?” he asked.

“My boyfriend dumped me after five years.” She said this with the extreme calm of a woman who’d already made peace with it. “Said he was tired of me putting rugby before him and our plans, which wasn’t true. But here we are.” She shrugged her shoulders. “What can you do?”

“He dumped you three weeks before the games?” Carwood asked incredulously. He didn’t realize he could be so angry at someone he never met, whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Allen was the star quarterback in high school,” she explained. “He played in college, too, but never good enough to go pro. Which was fine for him, because he always had this plan of going back home, getting a teaching job, getting married, having kids right away, and coaching the little league team. I don’t think he liked it when my plans made a detour and when the spotlight was on me for a bit.”

“A detour to the Olympics.”  Carwood couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Marj shrugged. “Allen sounds like an asshole,” he said, loud enough so that athletes at the table across from them turned their heads. Sorry, he mouthed their way. 

He turned back to Marj. “I’d be proud as hell to have a girlfriend in the Olympics.” He realized how that might have sounded while he was staring at her across a table sharing life stories and took a quick tactical detour “My teammate, Harry, has been with Kitty Grogan for years, and he loves it when people call him Mr. Grogan. He’s even said he’ll change his name to hers when they get married.” He was rambling now, and he needed to find an exit. “A real partner doesn’t make you change who you are.”

“Thanks. He really is an asshole,” she agreed, speaking softer than Carwood.

For a while neither of them spoke. “What did you do after that?” he asked. He couldn’t imagine going through that kind of emotional turmoil in the middle of training for the most important competition of your life.

“Well, I went out with my team and got really drunk. I mean, really drunk. I woke up the next morning and felt like a truck had run me over. I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was my hair. He loved talking about my hair. So, I cut it.”

“You cut your own hair?” Carwood asked. He had enough memories of his mother discussing haircuts with his sisters to know this was a big deal.

Marj, however, did not seem bothered by this. “Hacked it off, really. And then Doris - she’s my best friend on the team - came over to my apartment to check in on me. She took one look, gasped, called her stylist, and asked if he could work a miracle.” She patted her hair. “And now I get to wear cute headbands and start trends for short hair.”

“I really like it. It suits you,” Carwood shared. 

“It does. A new me.” She looked down at the remains of her oatmeal like she was deciding something. “You should come to the match tonight. Bring your guys. It’ll be fun.”

“Um …” he trailed off. Athletes didn’t get automatic admission to other events, and even when tickets were available, they were often expensive.

“There are free tickets available for the qualifying rounds,” Marj added, recognizing his hesitance. “Just ask for them at the USA hospitality desk. Or Blanche should have extra tickets, too.”

Breakfast seemed to be coming to an end - Carwood was finished with his eggs. But there was still something else on Marj’s breakfast tray - one of the chocolate croissants George had been going on about all week. “What about your game later?” he asked, thinking about what Dick would say about the importance of breakfast before a competition.

“One pastry’s not going to kill me. And if it did, I’m in the wrong sport.” She picked up her pain au chocolat, examined it, took one bite, and let out a moan. This might be the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”

He cleared his throat, trying not to think of other connotations of that statement. “My teammate, George, loves them, too. He’s interviewing Team USA about them for his TikTok, if you’re interested.”

“Well, now he has to come! We can meet up afterwards and he can do the whole team. The girls eat them any chance we get. Are you on Insta? WhatsApp?” He nodded.

“My username is scrumptiousmarj. A scrum is a pack of players in rugby,” she explained, noticing the look on his confused face.

“I’ll look you up,” he promised.

“Great. See you later, Lip!” she said as she walked off.

Lip. No one had ever called him that before. 

He liked it. 

-

Thursday, July 24, 2024

Three days before Opening Ceremony

 Lew saw Blanche sitting on the table outside the café, looking at her phone and smoking a cigarette. She wore a pair of oversized sunglasses in an attempt to hide her bloodshot eyes. Her jet-black hair looked uncombed, and her maxi dress needed the help of an iron. Well, as long as she’s having fun. He certainly wasn’t in a position to lecture anyone about appearances.

She stood up to greet him. “Mon frère,” she said, kissing his right cheek and then his left.

“Did you ever make it back to Grandmère’s last night?” His Grandmother Ryer kept an apartment in the 7th arrondissement, arguably the best neighborhood in Paris, just in case she - or other family members - happened to be in town. It was a handy landing pad for continental tours, trips to Cannes, or - in this one very particular instance - avoiding the absolutely insane price of hotel rooms during the largest sporting event of the year.

She shook her head. “I was with the girls after the match,” she said, referring to the rugby team. “And then I met up with some friends to catch up.”

“That must have been some catch up,” he said. 

“I’ll nap later.” She waved her hand holding the cigarette. “This bothering you?” she asked, in a way that clearly said she didn’t care if it did.

“No,” he lied. Lew hadn’t smoked in four months. Everyone said it would get easier.

Everyone was a liar. 

“You know you can have one. It’s Paris. It doesn’t count,” she reasoned.

“I’m pretty sure it does,” he said, as a server walked over to take his order. 

“How’s your team doing?” Blanche asked while looking back down at her screen. “I saw some of them yesterday.”

He held in a laugh. His team, like he did anything except throw money towards a group of guys who could really use it. Throwing money at a problem - a Nixon family trait. NixWorks had started these sponsorships as a way to burnish up the company image - supporting serious, deserving athletes to replace the overriding image of his father’s multiple marriages, drunk driving charges, and poor skills with the press. And it was almost working. 

How is my team? he thought. His talk with Dick the other day went as he hoped, and the team captain seemed a bit more relaxed when he saw him yesterday. The guys had a good practice, and Dick seemed okay with the guys going to the women’s rugby match, especially when Carwood explained matches were only fourteen minutes long. Come to think of it, Carwood had dropped a lot of rugby knowledge yesterday. Lew didn’t know he was such a fan. George had gained some more TikTok followers with his pastry posts, and people were talking about the team more on social media. 

“Good,” he said simply. “But I think they’re getting anxious for the competition to start.”

Lew’s cappuccino arrived, and the siblings started sharing tech industry insider scoops and family gossip when a passerby caught Lew’s eyes.

It was easy to spot Americans in Paris. They were always louder than anyone else, for one thing. But they didn’t have that, well, je ne sais quoi. They looked a bit sloppier, walked with a little less confidence. 

But not this woman. She looked smart in her black wide-legged trousers and fitted striped shirt. Her minimal makeup was expertly applied, and Lew had dated enough women to know that her messy bun took time to style just right.

No, this woman wouldn’t be mistaken for an American. The only reason he knew she was from back home was because of an unfortunate encounter and he hoped she wouldn’t recognize -

“Eileen!” Blanche shouted out. The woman turned, smiling and waving in recognition of his sister. She walked back towards their table.

Speaking of loud Americans, he thought, shooting a look at his sister as the rest of the cafe side-eyed her shout over their breakfast pastries.

“Join us!” Blanche invited, pointing to the extra chair. 

Eileen set her Louis Vuitton clutch on the table and looked at Blanche. “Could I bum a cigarette?” she asked.

Blanche handed one to Eileen and lit it for her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” Blanche said.

“I don’t. But it’s Paris,” Eileen said, as if that explained everything. Blanche smiled and looked over at Lew.

“That’s. Not. How. It. Works,” he said back, no longer hiding his aggravation. 

Blanche ignored her brother’s tone. “Eileen, I don’t know if you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my charming brother, Lewis. Lew, this is Eileen Hammond. Is your title influencer now, or are you going for something different?”

Eileen waved a hand lazily in the air. “Model, influencer, brand ambassador, host - take your pick.”

“She runs a travel blog and channel called Eileen Over the World. It’s what, nine hundred thousand followers now? A million? Are you filming an episode here or just here for pleasure?”

Eileen took a long drag and blew the smoke out a little too close to Lew’s face for it to be an accident. “Work mainly, but I’m trying to schedule some down time here and there. And actually,” - she looked directly at Lew - “your brother and I have already met.”

Lew silently groaned. Well, damn.

“Oh really? Do tell,” Blanche urged Eileen on.

The woman leaned back in her chair, cigarette in hand and impossibly good looking for it. “It was two years ago. I’m at some boring party in L.A., wondering if it’s too early to leave, when a man with a very nice smile and extraordinary eyebrows walks up to me. We chat about Hollywood, about modeling jobs, about influencing, about whiskey, which he knows a great deal about. Anyway, he’s very witty, and not just in the Hollywood way, and I am just about to give him my number - which I rarely do - when who walks up but his girlfriend.”

“Oh Lew,” Blanche said, sounding a bit disappointed but not surprised. She turned her attention back to Eileen. “Was it Kathy?” she asked.

Eileen shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t offer a name. What does Kathy look like?”

“Tall. Tan. Big boobs.”

She shook her head. “No, this one was blonde and petite with a pixie cut and a rather posh English accent.”

“Oh, Irene.” Blanche was making a face. Blanche never had a problem sharing her opinions about Lew’s love life. Kathy had been known to have something of a temper, but Irene had been absolutely territorial when it came to Lew.

“I’m right here,” Lew reminded them, not appreciating the round down of girlfriends past, but they ignored him.

“Maybe he confused the both of you. Eileen. Irene. They sound a bit alike.” She laughed at her little dig.

Eileen shrugged. “Anyway, I didn’t even know his whole name until the pictures of her shouting at him afterwards were all over some gossip site. To be honest, I was a little surprised he didn’t lead with ‘owner of a major tech company.’” She stared him down like she was expecting him to deny it. “They usually do.” 

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Blanche asked, needing confirmation that her brother had just apologized for something he did.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, ignoring his sister and looking directly at Eileen. “It was a terrible thing to do. Yes, Irene and I were just about to break up, but we hadn’t yet, and I shouldn’t have done that to her, and I shouldn’t have done that to you.” It was a weird point in my life, and I’ve figured a few things out since then - like not getting involved with someone immediately after a breakup, or when substances are involved, and not starting something until you’ve finished what you’re in the middle of. 

“Aren’t you going to say something?” he asked Eileen. It wasn’t everyday he admitted a mistake. The least she could do was acknowledge it. 

She stared at him and crossed her arms. "I'm not sure what to say - is this one of the famous Nixon public apologies?"  

Lew's face burned. His father’s apologies were the stuff of legend - delivered often at the point of a sword - or a lawsuit - and usually about as hollow as they came. 

He heard Blanche let out a small gasp. 

Lew felt his body tense up, and his heart rate increased. He wanted to make the feeling go away as fast as possible. He wanted a cigarette, a whiskey, a shouting match with the woman across from him who had caused all of this.

Instead, he took a deep breath, held it for four seconds, and exhaled for six. 

“I am nothing - nothing - like my father,” he finally said.

He stood up, took his wallet out of his jeans pocket, and threw one hundred euros down on the table without a second thought.

“Coffees are on me. Enjoy your day, ladies.” 

He walked away, not knowing where he was going, only that wherever it was, he wouldn’t have to see Eileen’s face.

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Quiet Storm

Synopsis: With no warning signs, Reader is pushed into an emotional breakdown. Thankfully, Spencer knows how to weather the storm.

Warnings: SpencerxFemReader, established relationship, sensory overload, emotional breakdown, passive anger, suppressed emotions, potentially reckless driving, crying while driving, guilt of codependency // let me know any I missed!

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Mentally, I was already floundering. A few events of late had already made me irritable, but now with my senses shifting into overdrive, I could only see what was happening as it happened.

The last of my niceties were spent on the cashier who didn’t deserve to be caught in what was about to start. Just as we stepped back into the world outside, I felt it starting, but I hadn’t known what it would become. Fortunately though, the profiler I had elected to spent most of my time with seemed to pick up on it before I did. “Are you okay?” He asked during our walk back to the car.

“Probably not.” I wasn’t going to lie to him, but I thought he knew the answer to that question.

“Well,” he had started with his explanation, “I know- you seem mad, maybe agitated, but you’re quiet. It’s your quiet mad.” He made it sound so simple. But I knew I was mad, I just didn’t want to talk about it.

I climbed into the driver's seat as he took passenger and once my phone was connected and playing my music, I started to leave the parking lot, if not without making some choice moves in my exit.

If it weren’t for those, my acceleration onto the highway was enough to reach Spencer’s limit. “Pull over.” He started from the passenger seat, where he had turned his body against the door to better watch me.

“No.” I scoffed as we were then stopped at a red light. In the corner of my vision I could see where his brow had become pointed, a particular look of determination. As I held a staring contest with the light, I waited for his next words.

“Pull over the car.” He attempted one more time. We came to another red light and it was then I was ready to have this argument.

“Why?”

“Because you’re mad and your rage is coming out in your driving! You’re making reckless decisions and-”

“Of course I’m mad!” Was my final snap, my final straw. As the admission settled around us, I felt the weight relieving itself and with it, breaking the dam for my tears. My eyelids were warm then hot before the top of my cheekbones became wet. I let out a few sobs before I saw the light turn green and I realised I would need to start accelerating. If Spencer thought I shouldn’t drive while crying, he didn’t say it. Instead I saw how he opened his hand over the center console, his eyes pleading for me to take it. “I’m so mad.” I tried to explain through a broken sob as I placed my hand in his, seeking the warmth and comfort I knew would follow. We were good and consistent like that, he would anchor me before anything could sweep me away. I had elected to get in the middle and then right lane, still driving but with increased caution. “I’m just so mad - all of the time.” His thumb began drawing circles into the palm of my hand.

“I know.” Was all he offered and I didn’t fault him because he did know. His mind, the always observant and absorbent sponge, had known me long enough and watched me well enough that he was about the only person I would ever consider close enough to reading my mind.

Soon though, we found ourselves back in our driveway. The engine had been cut off, a steady pitter patter of rain on the windshield matched my remaining attempted cries, despite my tears having run dry several minutes ago. “What do I do?” His hand had never left mine and I couldn’t help but feel the guilt that moved in like the storm clouds above.

“Well first,” he had let go of my hand to start gathering his things from our errand running, “we get out of this car.” In his attempt to be the bright and bubbly energy we might’ve needed in the moment, he nearly slipped in his effort to get out of the car. It was a mad dash to the front door in the rain but I clung to the sounds of bubbling laughter that found a way to escape me as I realised how ridiculous we must’ve looked in that moment.

Once inside, we set everything down and put away what groceries we needed to. But as those bags got lighter, my guilt seemed to grow heavier, just until it was all I could think about. “Hey, I was thinking-” I turned to him, with tears I hadn’t felt in my eyes. It didn’t help that the words I wanted to say had been caught in my throat and never made it to my tongue. “Love?”

“I’m sorry.” I nearly collapsed under the weight of my guilt and another moment of cries and sobs, but he knew me so well. He would never let me fall that fast, his hand a guiding tether back to his chest before my knees could buckle under my guilt. An arm around my waist kept my body close to his as I clung to the fabric of his shirt, crying into his chest.

“Shhh.” Was his attempt at soothing me before I could hyperventilate myself. “It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry.” I cried into his shoulder as we stayed there, swaying like two deep rooted trees in the heaviest winds of a summer storm.

“It’s okay,” he said again, “I got you.” I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t okay. That of everything, I felt most guilty about how he always seemed ready to pick me up, that it was never something I could do on my own.

“It’s not fair.” I tried to get out, but I felt his hand working its way down my hair. He was still trying to soothe me through his gentle touch.

“You got me, I got you. Remember?” He hadn’t meant to, but the sentiment made me cry just a fragment more.

The last time those words were said, was the last time our roles had been reversed. It had been after a particularly difficult case and weeks of suppressed emotions. Tears from trauma had turned into consuming tears over his mom and while we sat there, clinging to one another on his couch, I had whispered those words to him.

And now here we were, in almost the same embrace, but it was my tears falling. My hand on the back of his arm as I kept my face nuzzled to his shoulder, his hands running over my hair and back as he tried to soothe me. Eventually my breathing even out and I was able to pull my head away to look at him. There was no expectancy in how he looked at me, the gentlest of smiles delicately on his lips, his eyes as soft and warm as one of his cardigans on a fall evening.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you?” His head pulled back from me, eyebrow quirked up to show his confusion.

“For taking care of me, for choosing me.” His thumb brushed the cheekbone under my eye. The muscles of my lips pulled into a smile as it tried to chase the warmth of his touch.

“I will always choose you.” The sentiment made me smile in contrast to all the other times I had ever felt like an afterthought or a second choice. “With every moment,” a kiss to my cheek, “with every breath,” a kiss to my temple, “every choice, every thought, comes back to you.”

“Surely some have to be for you.” Was my attempt to break through the seriousness and get him to laugh. Which worked. His arms tightened around me with his laugh, another kiss pressed into my hair. “I love you.” I admitted into our hold, feeling his breath near my ear.

“I love you more.”

I love you most, I had wanted to finish with but let him take the claim.

While I was sure there would be more storms and battles waiting for us, I took comfort in knowing there would always be someone at my side. That of everyone in the world, he would be at my side.

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Thank you for reading!

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