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the12thnightproject · 3 months

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Chapter : The Kitty Equivalence - Mitsunari’s strategy for affection confuses Okatsu, while Shohime’s scheme to avoid marrying the daimyo ... could use some work.

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline - In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

Decision-making occurs in a recurring cycle of observe-orient-decide-act. An entity (whether an individual or an organization) that can process this cycle quickly, observing and reacting to unfolding events more rapidly than an opponent, can thereby "get inside" the opponent's decision cycle and gain the advantage.

Personal Comments: When Kitty first appeared in the gardens of Azuchi, she wanted nothing to do with me. I set out food out for her every day, until finally she allowed me close enough to touch her. I discovered that if I brought a temari ball or a bit of string out to the garden, she would enthusiastically jump at the string and chase after the ball (side comment: was unsuccessful in teaching her to return ball).

Eventually Kitty followed me inside and slept in my bed. Conclusion? Food + Play = Affection.

Might not this calculation be similar for a human female?

Food.

Okatsu eats.

Play.

Okatsu likes games.

Feeding and playing with Okatsu, should result in affection.

I slept better than expected after my nightmare and only woke up at the sound of a rattle of dishes. In the light of day, my fears always seemed ridiculous and in my residual embarrassment, I considered pretending to be asleep, but the noise got closer. Cautiously, I peeped through half closed eyes to see Mitsunari setting a tray of food on the floor between the cushions.

“Breakfast in bed?” I asked before I could censor the modern out of my speech.

“Oh? Do you want me to put the tray on your futon?” Mitsunari picked up tray again, and I stopped him to prevent breakfast on bed.

“Thank you, but no. It was just an expression.” I scooted to the edge of the futon and examined the tray… and… Wow… that was a lot of fish. “Thank you for bringing it into the room.”

Since today’s agenda had Mitsunari meeting with Hideyoshi and Nobunaga in the archives room, I’d expected to have to hunt down the kitchens for a tray. It was sweet of Mitsunari to feed me before he left.

Ah, hot… tea? Huh. Nothing was coming out of the pot. I peeked under the lid – it was packed tightly with the tea leaves. Right. Masamune had warned me about Mitsunari’s tea making skills (or, lack of said skills). “It just needs to steep a bit longer.” I’d get rid of it after he left.

Mitsunari hovered anxiously over me. “Is it to your liking? If you want anything else, like a bowl of milk, I can get it.”

“It’s all good.” A bowl of milk? Though I was getting better at understanding the Mitsunari-isms, that one was a head scratcher. Mentally shrugging, I mixed some of the fish in with the rice and… Mitsunari was … watching me. No… he was studying me. “Will you be eating too?”

“It’s nice of you to ask, but I have already eaten.” He continued to stare at me, and I could almost hear his internal circuits whirring.

Fine then. But it was freaking me out to be the only one eating. “If you want to read, I don’t mind.” Stop looking at me. I took a tiny bite, hyperaware of what I might look like chewing. Finally, I could stand it no longer. “It’s getting late… you don’t want to keep Nobunaga and Hideyoshi waiting.”

Looking startled, he leaped to his feet. “You are correct. I will see you in the archives later.”

Once he was gone, I hurried to finish what I could of the food, then decided to use the early morning time to get in some archery practice, as, according to the maid I flagged down, there were targets set up in a clearing beyond the courtyard.

It wasn’t a great course for distance, as there were too many trees on the far end, but perfect for accuracy, and I was enjoying the peace and quiet and steady whump of my arrows, when Shohime joined me. As always, she looked like she had stepped out of a fashion magazine, had such a thing existed in this era. She was followed by one of Mozumi’s pages, who glared at me, either for daring to sully the presence of the Princess’s perfection, or because my existence was making her unhappy.

Unlike the page, Shohime was perfectly polite. “Is the training course to your liking?”

“Yes, the targets are well set up. Nice variety of sizes. Thank you.” A perfectly polite answer to a perfectly innocuous question. She was probably building up to something else.

“I think so too.” She set up and immediately hit every target with nearly as much accuracy as I had.

Ooh. It is so on.

I had been considering packing up and leaving her to it, but this was not a challenge I could back away from. I went through a speed round and hit every target dead center. Ha! Take that Princess Perfect!

The page glared at me. Yeah. I ought to have let the princess win, but that’s a dangerous precedent. I wouldn’t want my muscles to get into the habit of missing shots.

Shohime stared at me for a long moment, then also performed a speed round. Her accuracy rivaled my own on the closer targets, but her distance shots weren’t as consistent. She side-eyed me as she waited for her page to bring back our arrows.

Hm. I could take a few steps backward and increase the distance, but I sensed that what Shohime really wanted was to talk to me… and that was confirmed when she turned to the page. “Maru, please leave us.”

He did, but not without a final glare in my direction.

Right. I waited patiently for her to state her case. Was she going to warn me away from her man? Break into a chorus of Jolene? Go mafia princess and make me an offer I couldn’t refuse? Would I wake up tomorrow with Moonlight’s head next to me on my futon?

She threw herself into my arms. “Lady Okatsu! You’ve got to help me!”

Ok. I hadn’t expected something this… wet. Where was Mai when I needed her? She might be better suited to dealing with an overemotional teenager. “Um, Shohime… shhhh… here… use my handkerchief.” I awkwardly patted her on her back. “What’s wrong?”

Her sobs grew louder.

What… what if something is really wrong? Just because she was still half a kid at seventeen didn’t mean there weren’t real world problems she was dealing with. “Are you in danger? Or… in trouble?” Was… she pregnant? Pregnancy would explain why her father was so desperate to have her engagement to the Tsuruga daimyo confirmed.

“Noooo.” She pulled back finally and looked at me with glistening eyes – Mai was right, Shohime is a pretty crier. “You’ll think I’m being a child, but you’re so smart and strong and brave.”

“You think so?” We’d just met. Sure, I like to think I’m smart and strong and brave but is it that evident to a stranger? Maybe it was.

“You must be. You’re old, Lady Okatsu, and you managed to avoid getting married until now, and now you’re engaged to someone as nice and beautiful as Mitsunari.” That last bit ended up as a wail.

Old?

I forced myself past that, because… “Shohime, is your fiancé abusive to you?”

Blink. Teardrop. Blink. Blink. There were tumbleweeds where her brain cells ought to be.

Sigh. “Is he mean to you?”

She sniffled. “He’s nice. He isn’t an ogre. Lady Yone thinks he’s terribly handsome and that I ought to be grateful that he has hair and teeth. But he’s older – like you. And he’s not Mitsunari.” The wail was back, as she said Mitsunari’s name at a decibel and pitch that likely broke glass somewhere in the castle.

I patted her on the back while she continued to sniffle. “I feel so guilty because he is so nice… he smiles at me all the time, but I don’t want him. I want Mitsunari.” Wail. Dogs were probably barking across the country. To be honest, I bet she could give Fume a run for her money.

Sniffle. Wail. Hiccup. Wail.

Well. Now she was just being dramatic.

It sounded like her fiancé was acceptable, albeit slightly out of her preferred age range… and possibly unexciting. But given who Mozumi could have chosen, she ought to count herself lucky. And… my job was to keep her away from Mitsunari, so I wasn’t going to help her with him. On the other hand, if I didn’t at least agree to find a solution, I was likely to be stuck patting her back all day. If she didn’t stop crying, I might even drown. “I’ll try to think of a way to help.”

She looked so immediately relieved and happy that I felt guilty, given that the odds of me being able to help her were pretty low. After all, what sort of future was there for her except for the one she had been raised and trained for? Accuracy in archery aside, I couldn’t see her crossing the country as a courier the way I did. True, I hadn’t been that much older than Shohime was now when I started working for Aki… but I’d had gymnastics and freerunning training already… and … well, Toshiie and I had pretty much raised ourselves. I had never been a pampered princess.

“Thank you, Lady Okatsu. I am certain that if you say you agree to the plan that Hideyoshi and Nobunaga will be happy for me to marry Mitsunari, too.” She gave me the puppy eyes, but they had no effect on me because my brain had needle scratched on “too.”

I must have looked appalled because she added quickly, “Don’t worry. I would be happy to be the second wife and leave you in charge of household duties. In fact, it’s an ideal solution as I imagine you’re too old to bear Mitsunari’s children.” She hugged me again and ran off.

What… just… happened?

Old?

I shook my head to clear it of the image of me as a house crone, bustling around to make things easy for Mitsunari and Shohime, their three adorable babies and forty kittens.

Old?

My archery zen spoiled, I packed up my things and head back to the castle. As I passed through the main entry, I caught a movement on the staircase. Looking up, I saw Lady Yone watching me. She inclined her head, and I got an ice cream headache from the look on her face. Brrr. I bowed briefly in return and hurried to the archives.

I timed my entry well, as Nobunaga and Hideyoshi had just finished prioritizing which books they most wanted Mitsunari to read. I stood in the doorway watching, wondering if I was indeed closer to Hideyoshi and Nobunaga’s ages than I was to Mitsunari’s. Maybe? Or maybe he just looked younger and more innocent next to them.

Nobunaga noticed me first and held up a book. “Okatsu, Mitsunari tells me that you’re practicing your Portuguese. Instead of reading poetry, would you do me the favor of translating this book?”

He opened it up and handed it to me. It took me a moment of squinting at the text to conclude I would not be able to translate it. I flipped to the cover to confirm my suspicion. “This is in Italian, not Portuguese. The languages are similar, but not close enough that I’d even begin to be able to translate it beyond a word or two here or there.”

“Ah. A pity. I shall have to wait until it is available in Japanese. Or until I can acquire an Italian.” (I think he was joking. Maybe.) He put the book back on the shelf, and I was very glad it was not available to him. Nobunaga and Machiavelli would have been a dangerous combination.

He bowed and left us alone…

… with Hideyoshi.

Mitsunari settled happily down with what seemed like a thousand pieces of paper, while Hideyoshi loomed over me. “Where were you this morning?” He sounded just like a school administrator scolding a truant… I ought to know. I’d been a truant often enough.

“Keeping Shohime occupied on the archery field.” I settled down with the poem in my lap like an obedient little princess. “She is still… fixed on the idea of Mitsunari.”

The man in question didn’t even twitch at the sound of his name. He was already deep into his work.

“I don’t understand why.” Hideyoshi sounded like he was talking to himself.

Really? Way to diss your own vassal, Hideyoshi. “He’s smart, kind, young and attractive. Why wouldn’t she?” I shot another look at Mitsunari, who was smiling happily, beautifully over his book, oblivious to everything from the topic of conversation to the stultifying heat of the room. I picked up the poem and fanned myself with it.

Hideyoshi’s hands tightened on the scroll he was holding. He set it down. “I’m aware of that. However, Shohime’s fiancé is said to be all of that as well.” He reached over and plucked the poem out of my hands. “This is a book. Not your fan – which you appear to have left in your room.”

Oops. I had. Well. Too late for that now. I pushed the conversation away from Hideyoshi’s favorite ‘let’s criticize Katsuko’ topic. “You mentioned that she’s had a crush on Mitsunari since last summer. Maybe she’s not ready to give that up. Sometimes people can’t help wanting what they cannot have.”

“I know that.” Hideyoshi’s mood altered in a flash. He handed the book back to me, then straightened his spine and marched out of the room. Crap. I had forgotten his feelings for Mai.

Glancing at Mitsunari, I wondered how much, if any, of that he had heard. His mild gaze was already fastened on me. So… a change of subject was needed. I gestured to the stack of books in front of him. “They want you to read all of these books while we are here?”

“Yes. It’s wonderful.” Mitsunari smiled like Nobunaga had just given him a box of kittens. His enthusiasm for the task made me laugh. “Why are you laughing?”

“No reason. You seemed so happy it made me want to smile too.” I’d had a mental image of Mitsunari sitting in a box with kittens climbing all over him – my brain filed that as cute overload. But I would keep that to myself.

“Interesting.” He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he picked up a book and began his “homework.”

I made myself as comfortable as I could on a cushion a couple meters away and forced myself into that Portuguese poem. While I was glad Mitsunari had a task he enjoyed, this poem was not nearly that exciting. Face it, Katsuko, you’re not much of a reader.

Still, I managed to focus and once I got into the rhythm of the language, I found it less of a slog. It was no “Song of Ice and Fire” but there were Gods and battles and sea voyages (I think) so there was that.

All was quiet, and peaceful, until--

Crunch

A wadded up ball of paper landed in my lap. I looked at Mitsunari, but he was intent on making notes for Nobunaga. Had he meant to toss it away? Or was it a note?

I uncrumpled it – was blank. Flipped it over. Still blank. When I looked back at Mitsunari, his head was down, eyes focused on his task.

It was a mystery.

In case he wanted it back, I crumpled it up again and tossed it to him. My aim was perfect – it landed by his elbow. He didn’t acknowledge the paper, but the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile.

Shaking my head, I returned to the poem.

Crunch

Twenty minutes or so later, the paper had returned to my lap.

Again, Mitsunari seemed oblivious to flying paper.

With a shrug, I tossed it back.

If it happened again, I would be ready for it. I pretended to be reading but kept my peripheral vision on Mitsunari. When the paper ball came at me a third time, I reached up and batted it out of the air. “Why are you throwing paper wads at me?”

“Do you not like it, Okatsu?” He frowned, and I felt guilty for asking.

“I neither dislike, nor like. I was simply wondering why.” Maybe he had overloaded that brain of his. “Do you need a break? It might be good for you to get outside for a little while.”

The afternoon was as lovely as the morning. Hopefully the fresh breeze would blow away whatever fog that infected Mitsunari’s brain and contributed to the paper-tossing incident.

It looked like Hikosane had escaped his minders too. He was running around the courtyard with a temari ball, kicking it up into the air with his feet and knees, and laughing with kid-glee. Mitsunari nudged my shoulder with his. “We should join him – that looks to be fun play.”

Strange suggestion coming from Mitsunari, but it did look like fun, so I didn’t offer much protest. After all, healthy body, healthy mind, right?

Hikosane had invented a game with the temari that was somewhat like hot potato – whoever had the temari was ‘in danger’ as long as they were holding it. The object was to throw the ball to another player as soon as possible before you were caught by the others. It didn’t completely make sense – but the game had been created by a ten-year-old, so some allowance was needed. “I ought to have refined the rules more,” he said in that miniature adult way of his. “But none of my sisters will play with me.”

“None? There are more of them?” More Shohimes? That was… a frightening process.

“Yes. Shohime’s mother is my father’s first wife. She lives in Kyoto as part of the Emperor’s court. My mother was my father’s second wife, but she died when I was born, and I do not remember her. My four younger sisters are Lady Yone’s, who is my father’s third wife. Now second, I suppose.” He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it again.

As I said, the rules of the game didn’t make complete sense and although I couldn’t run as well in Okatsu’s kimono as I could in Katsu’s clothing, the modifications that Mai had designed at least let me move about relatively freely.

It came as no surprise to me that Mitsunari’s ability to aim was somewhat south of negative forty-two. His tosses got nowhere near the person he threw to, but that just added to the silliness of it. It went on this way for a good half hour or so, until I had the temari and Mitsunari ran straight toward me. I tossed it to Hikosane, but Mitsunari, distracted by the sudden appearance of Hideyoshi in the yard, was unable to stop his forward motion.

… and that’s how Mitsunari and I ended up in the ornamental fish pond.

Though to hear Hideyoshi tell it… it was my fault for encouraging the game to begin with.

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Levi x Reader: I don't need your help

So, this was a request I got a couple of days ago from someone who isn't feeling really well. I'm working on your other requests, but I just wanted to finish this one to make them feel a little bit better. (So, I really hope you like this one and that you'll feel better soon). Enjoy reading and I hope everyone's doing fine 🤍.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1688

“Jean”, you grunted as you lifted another crate, “Get the others. We need to get these into the kitchen”. “Ai, L/N”, the young cadet quickly ran towards the training ground. “Should’ve waited until the evening”, you mumbled.

Why did the military police deliver crates full of food in the middle of a hot summer’s day?

“Who does that?”, you frowned as you tried to watch your step, “Idiots”.

“Careful”. Two arms wrapped around the crate, “Hand it over”. “Tsk”, you slowly let go, “I can take some crates to the kitchen, Levi. Don’t need your help”. “I never said you couldn’t. Just don’t want you to hurt yourself”, he coldly replied.

Perfect. Now you felt bad for snapping at him.

“Don’t worry. Jean’s getting the others”, you watched as he put down the crate. “Good”, Levi rolled up his sleeves.

You didn’t mean to stare, but did he have to look this good?

“What?”, his cold eyes pierced through yours. “Nothing”, you hastily responded, eyes glued to the ground. “Tsk”, a small smirk as he stepped closer, “You’re cute when you get flustered”. “I-I’m not flustered”, you avoided his gaze. “Then why are you blushing?”, he gently lifted your chin, “See? Cute”. “F-fuck off”, you murmured. “You’re lucky I’ve got reports to finish”, he smiled before placing a swift kiss on your nose, “Don’t lift another crate. Let the cadets get them”. “Yeah, yeah”, you waved his concern away, “Don’t worry”.

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“Captain?”, Jean burst through the door of his office. “Ever heard of knocking, cadet?”. “B-but-“. “What?”. “Y/N, she’s hurt and-“.

“What?”, he quickly pushed his chair back. “She was lifting a crate and suddenly she-“. “Where’s she?”. “We brought her to her room. She didn’t want to go to the infirmary-“. “Tsk”, Levi walked past his cadet, “Join Hange’s training for now”. “A-ai Captain”.

He told you not to lift another crate, didn’t he? You were never going to hear the end of this, and your desperate plea to your cadets to keep this a secret was no good either. Their fear of their Captain was stronger.

“Where? What happened?”.

You almost fell out of bed at how suddenly your door flew open.

“S-shit Levi, you scared m-“, “Are you okay? What happened?”, he hurried over to you, quickly lifting the sheets from your body. “I-it’s nothing”, you closed your eyes as you tried to change positions. “N-no don’t move!”, he blurted out, worry in his eyes, “I-I’m going to get Hange, and you’ll be fine. Okay? Just don’t move-“. “Levi”, you couldn’t help but smile, “I’m not dying, okay? Calm down”. “But-“. “It’s just my back”, you tried to reach out for his hand, but even the smallest of movements were too much. “S-shit”. “Y/N?”, worry in his voice as he heard the pain in your voice. “I’ve got a hernia”, you grunted, “I’m fine”.

He couldn’t stand to see you in so much pain. You knew that, and you usually managed to hide it, but not this time. This was too much.

“You’re not. I can’t stand to see you like this”, he sat down on the chair next to your bed. “Can you make me some tea? Something that will make me feel calm? I really want to get some sleep”.

And when you wake up, you could pretend your pain was gone.

“Of course. I’ll make some chamomile tea. Whom do you want here?”. “Huh?”, you frowned at his strange question. “I’m not going to leave you here alone. So which cadet do you want to keep you company?”.

“No one!”, you raised your voice, “I don’t need any help”. “I don’t care what you think you need, Y/N. You better choose someone, or I’ll pick Connie”.

Connie was nice. He was a good cadet, but you couldn’t handle his random bursts of energy right now.

“Fine! Just get Armin”. “Armin? Okay”, he coldly replied, “Don’t move”.

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“Here”, Levi carefully opened the door, “I’ve made you some tea”. “It smells nice”, Armin gently smiled as he grabbed the tray from Levi, “Should I place it here?”.

Silence.

“Y/N?”, the blonde quietly asked. “Just put it on her nightstand”, Levi replied without taking his eyes off you. “You can go, Armin”. “Ai Captain”, he saluted, “Get some rest, okay? I need my squad leader”.

You didn’t respond. Even though they were trying to show some sympathy, to show they cared…

“Drink this”, Levi sat down on the chair next to your bed, “You’ll feel better”. “Get out”, a quiet whisper.

“No”.

“I didn’t ask, Levi. Get out”, tears in your eyes. “I just want to help”. “I don’t need help”, your eyes still fixed on the ceiling. “Why are you acting like this?”.

Why did his voice sound so fragile?

“Get out”, you cleared your throat, “I don’t need your help”. “Here”, he ignored your objections, “Drink this”. “I said get out, Levi”, you raised your voice.

Total silence.

“Fine”, he coldly responded, “I’m sorry”.

Sorry?

“It’s fine if you don’t want my help, but I’d die before letting you rot in this cold room”, one last look before he closed the door. As if he was waiting for you to ask him to stay.

But you weren’t going to. You didn’t need help.

“Tea smell’s nice”, you grunted as you tried to sit up straight. You weren’t going to let his tea go to waste, even if you were angry.

“Y/N?”, Armin’s soft voice through your door, “Can I come in?”.

Right. That’s what he meant.

“S-shit”, you ignored him as you tried to grab the cup. “How hard can it be?”, you grunted as you tried to ignore your pain.

This was bound to happen, wasn’t it? With your shaking hands, your unsteady grip…

“Y/N?”, Armin quickly opened the door as he heard the tray fall onto the ground. “What happened? Are you okay?".

This was it.

“I’m fine!”, sudden tears streaming down your face, “I don’t need help. I’m fine!”.

What a joke. A squad leader crying for a cup of tea.

“That’s fine”, Armin slowly walked toward the cup, “I know you can take care of yourself, but isn’t it nice when someone takes care of you for once?”.

No. Yes… Wait, no. You didn’t need a babysitter.

“You know”, the boy continued, “Captain Levi really cares about you. I know I’m not supposed to tell you but… I think I saw him crying. Can you believe that? Captain Levi?”.

Yes. You knew what a fragile soul he hid underneath his cold exterior.

“Anyway”, he once again continued, “I think he was crying because you’re hurt. He just wants to help”.

You knew that.

“Do you need anything?”, the blonde cadet handed you a glass of water. “No”, you coldly replied, reluctantly grabbing the cup.

You knew it wasn’t his fault. That he was just obeying his Captain, but you didn’t need someone to babysit you.

“I’m sorry you’re hurt”, he softly added, “I hope you’ll feel better soon”. “Thanks, Armin”. “You seem mad”. “I am”, you sighed. “Why?”. “Because I don’t want to feel like this”. “I understand”, the blonde gently placed the cup back on your nightstand, “But wouldn’t you do the same for me, or for Captain Levi?”.

That’s different.

“Imagine if Captain Levi’s hurting. You’d be worried too, right?”. “I guess so”, you lowered your eyes. “So why can’t he be worried about you?”.

Always thinking about others.

“I’m sorry”, you quietly responded, “I don’t want to be a burden”. “What a strange idea”, he gently smiled. “Why?”, you tried to look at him. “Remember when Connie fell and hurt his knee?”. “I do”. “You wanted him to stay in bed for three days. You brought him tea, food, … You played games with him during our training, so he wouldn’t feel alone”.

But this wasn’t the same. They were just kids.

“That’s because-“, “Because you care for us, right?”. “Hm”, you quietly agreed. “Captain Levi cares about you, more than anything. You don’t see the way he looks at you when you’re training us, or when you’re cutting our hair… He really loves you”.

And you loved him.

“Armin?”, you asked after a couple of minutes. “Yes? Do you need anything?”. “Can you… Can you get Levi?”. “Of course”, he saluted you, “If there’s anything you need, let me know”. “Thank you, Armin”.

God, that kid could convince anyone. You couldn’t help but see Erwin in him.

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“You asked for me?”, Levi slowly opened the door. “I’m sorry”, once again tears streaming down your cheek, “I didn’t mean to-“. “Don’t cry, please”, he gently wiped the tears away, “You don’t need to apologize”. “I’m hurting, Levi. It hurts so bad”, you sobbed, wanting nothing more than to hug him. “I know”, pain in his voice, “You need to rest, okay?”. “I don’t want to!”. “You need to, Y/N”.

“W-where are you going?”, you felt his hand slip away from your face. “I’m going to make some tea. Something to relieve your pain. I’ll be back soon, okay?”. “O-okay”. “Try to sleep a little. Your body needs it”.

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A couple of weeks passed, and you finally managed to go on small walks. You managed to – reluctantly – accept Levi’s help.

“I don’t care what you’re doing”, you could hear Levi’s voice from the kitchen. “I don’t care if you’re training, eating, sleeping… If she needs anything, you’ll help her. Understood?”.

“Ai Captain”, the voices of your cadets rang through the wooden door.

“Good. Now, I know she’ll pretend to be fine, but she isn’t. So don’t let her pick anything up, don’t let her train you, don’t let her cook anything, don’t let her… Just don’t let her do anything on her own”.

“Ai captain”.

You wanted to get mad again, to tell them you didn’t need someone to take care of you, but … Maybe it did feel nice to be taken care of. To let people show you how much they care.

“Tsk, that idiot”, you smiled, “I should’ve known he wasn’t going to let me off the hook just yet”.

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final-girl96 · 3 months

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Ageless Secrets Chapter Four

It was quiet between Joel and I on our way back to the QZ. We were walking on a residential road. The sun slowly started to go down casting a pinkish orange glow in the sky. I looked up from the road, looking ahead of us. The sky grew darker and darker the closer we got. I turned my head to look at the sky behind us, no sign of rain. The closer we got the more concerned I got. We could hear rumbles of thunder and small flashes of lightning.

I pulled my headphones down around my neck and slowed down. “Joel, I think we should find shelter,” I said, looking over at him. “Yeah, it's not lookin’ good' that way. We'll get as close as possible then find a place to wait it out.” We continued to walk and watch the sky grow darker. The thunder got louder, cracking so loud I thought my bones were shaking. The wind started to pick up, blowing my hair in my face. Then we felt droplets of rain hit our skin. “Alright, let's check that house out.” Joel pointed to a lone house set back away from the road.

As soon as we stepped onto the covered porch the sky let loose. Rain poured down in sheets. The little bit of daylight we had was now gone. A loud clap of thunder paired with a flash of lightning that lit everything up made me jump. Joel opened the front door and cautiously stepped inside. It was a one story house, so it was easy to check. I took my bag off and sat on the couch. The sound of the rain on the metal roof was really relaxing. “We're gonna just have to stay here until the rain lets up,” Joel said.

I pulled a water bottle, granola bar, and my book out of my backpack, making myself even more comfortable on the couch. I took a sip of water, opened my granola bar and took a bit of that before opening my book. What really sucked was when all this shit happened, I was reading the Harry Potter books. Now there won't be any new ones. The fifth book literally came out three months before the outbreak. There were supposed to be two more books being released. And we would never get the other movies either; we only got the first one.

I was reading Goblet of Fire for what felt like the hundredth time. I never really get a chance to look for books while we're out scouting. But I didn't find all five Harry Potter books in a house a couple years ago. It was the most exciting thing to happen to me since the outbreak at the time. Joel said I didn't need them because they were a necessity. Tess told me to take them. She had seen how detached I was becoming. It was the same with the Walkman and cassettes. They keep me sane in this fucked up world.

“Haven't you already read that book?” Joel asked. I finished the page I was on before answering him. “You know you can read books more than once, right?” I sarcastically asked. I wanted to ask about his daughter. Ask if she liked Harry Potter too. From what Tommy told me she was only a couple years younger than me. But the last time I tried asking about her Joel completely lost his shit.

He lost his daughter, Sarah, on the first day. She had been shot when he and Sarah had been running from infected. They were stopped by one of the men from the military. The guy was given orders to kill them. This was something he and Tess have bonded over, they both lost a child. Chase is probably still in that basement as a clicker now. We had the chance to go back to the house. We could have taken care of it but Tess couldn't do it and I didn't blame her.

“I liked these books before the outbreak. I was excited when the first movie came out. It kind of sucks that we won't get the last two books or the movies to go with them. I didn't have many friends. I was more of the loner kind. I didn't go to sleepovers or birthday parties, I mean I was invited, but I just didn't go. It wasn't my thing. Besides, all the girls were into the Dawn of the Wolf movies and I hated it.”

Joel didn't say anything. Hell, I don't even think he was listening to me. I went back to reading my book and listened to the rain. A few hours later I was walking around the house. It was evident whoever lived here didn't have children and probably lived by themselves. There were no pictures around the house of a family or friends. No evidence of the former owner. I was startled when I walked past a door. A loud banging on the other side had a small scream escape me.

The banging got louder and I backed up. My back hit the kitchen counter and I stood frozen. It's like I was back in 2003, standing between the kitchen and living room, Tess’ back pressing against the basement door while loud banging went on behind her. I screamed again at the loud banging that drew me out of the past.

“What's wrong?!” Joel came running into the kitchen looking around. I couldn't even speak to tell him what was wrong. All I could Do was point to the door and when I did another loud bang pierced the air followed by a rumble of thunder and a strike of lightning lighting up the sky, illuminating the kitchen. Joel walked in front of me, “Go into the living room.” I would have listened but I could move. The same image of Tess came back. The banging from Chase echoed through the house.

It switched to the time I snuck back to the house when we were back in Detroit trying to get into the QZ. We had stayed not far from where we used to live. Tess and I talked about going to the house and giving mercy to Chase. She couldn't do it but I thought I would be able to. I didn't tell her that though. She went off on a run with a few people we were traveling with. So I snuck away and went back to the house.

The place had been picked over and trashed. Andy's body still laid where he had fallen a few years earlier. I slowly walked over to the basement door and knocked. There was nothing at first, just silence. I thought maybe someone found him and did it for us. I knocked again, louder and waited. There wasn't anything. So, I took a deep breath and tried to sike myself up to open the door.

Just as my hand wrapped around the handle and loud bang vibrated the wood on the other side. I yelped, stumbled back, and tripped, landing on my ass. He was still there, and I couldn't even help him. I got up and ran; I ran as fast as I could back to the camp, getting there twenty minutes before Tess got back from her run. I never told her that I had gone back. And now here I am, being shook by Joel and hum telling me to get in the living room so he can take care of the infected.

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The White Dove Pt 47 - Tesseract Stole My Candy

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Agony’s Other amongst the others at the pre-Yule trip back at the holiday dinner smiled as you looked at the card with the steps to a location online. They said, “Skrulls our Others faced off with back in the 80’s found out they had copied the Library of Alexandria and then burned it down to keep control of how humans were evolving. The Skrulls were killed and the Symbiotes hid their library of all the scanned documents. We knew you would appreciate it.”

“Thank you,” you said hugging them. “It’s incredible.”

“Oh don’t think us,” Phage’s Other said. “Mainly transcripts and tedious documents for all we have checked. Very few scintillating finds.”

“Tedious paints a picture all the same.” You said spreading smiles.

Rhodey had called once he knew you were in town again. Thankful and flattered by your mention and use of his joke he shared he loved hearing from you. The same conversation he did give warning of the contract changes to come and Stark’s efforts to unload the planes still left to order a new fleet and that the military was planning to gain two new Blackhowls as well.

Pilots were gaining more confidence in handling them and two more were capable of training their own new pilots until they gained confidence as well for their own future craft. Especially in Arctic temperatures they thrived and showed little hassle as normal craft did no matter the weather and those would be used to help in rescue and transport missions there was little that hadn’t been thrown at them they’d seen the other side of scratch free. So there was always growing hope to expand the fleet as more jobs were made safer with them in the lead to get it done.

Money was coming, and the closer you got to your birthday the better as it could finally change everything to grant so much freedom and comfort. Just had to wait a bit longer. Couple more weeks. Just a couple more then a few months after that and there was no logical way to keep you from getting your degree from Midtown and then you could just focus on crunching through your degrees to see if something stuck out for you to chase as a true passion. The more time you snuck on Eldfalls’ sail however you knew that at least somewhere in there that work of ships in some way could be a part of your future, if only to repair him as he aged or his sail would eventually give out.

“Pluto,” a voice that took you a moment to recall with help of your bees turned your head from the egg, pepper and potato scramble you were making. “It’s Doctor Strange, of course congratulations, but I did want to call you as my hospital board is willing to give some of your patient scanners a shot.”

“It’s because,”

“You won a Nobel prize for Medicine, yes,” he cut you off, “But also partly because I have been badgering them non-stop about it every quarterly meeting and review session I could manage to crash. So in part you would be helping to shut me up.”

Softly you giggled making the Doctor grin at the hopeful sign he had accomplished this feat. “How many and how soon would you need them and what style would you want?”

“They come in styles?” He asked and it was your turn to grin.

“Normally I keep them as winged insects, so they can fly around, but I can make them as parrots or small birds if they like.”

“Our hospital logo is a hummingbird, they might like that.”

“I can do that, easy.”

“Quantity, right, they said we can start with 80, to test them out in the ER and ICU, and they will sign a check for $800k upon delivery and demonstration of how they work.”

The sheer number had you a bit stunned and you said, “Alright, I’ll get right on them,” you said beginning to glow and form one over your free mist coated palm, “And let you know when I’m finished, shouldn’t take too long just a week or so.”

“I will let them know and they can ready the press piece for it.”

“Killing the insurance market is really hitting hospitals that hard?”

Lowly he let out a chuckle, “We got patients coming out of the floorboards since it’s affordable. And calls daily about the work your research center is doing on when drugs could be possible. I knew you were gonna be something impossible. Keep up the good work I won’t keep you, enjoy your morning.”

“You too,” you said watching the colorful half palm sized bird begin to fly around and be greeted by your bees that would help to finish the programming to monitor patients properly to hospital standard.

“Oh now these are just downright adorable.” He said with a beaming smile as three of the newly created hummingbird scanners hovered around him while he brought up the tickets he got to surprise you with for a show a bit later.

“Dr Strange pulled through. His hospital wants 80 and their logo has a hummingbird on it. $800k,” you said making him let out a whistle as they projected scans of his body and Venom hiding inside of it. “Almost feels a bit like cheating since I can grow them myself.”

“This is not cheating. These are the wings that will carry on the next round of the medical world revolution.”

With a giggle you said, “Certainly the most adorable revolution I’ve seen.”

“Gonna make some recharging nests too?”

“Yes, I think I can ration four pods in a clump to spare install time.” You said showing him the sketch of the four bubble shaped spiral tiered nest station that could be installed like a sconce he smiled wider at.

“So precious.”

“Have the contracts ready for you right here.” Matt said and Foggy helped to pass you the first for Stark. Page by page Matt explained the terms with help of Foggy on a few finer details on your non-Braille copy so you could sign at the numerous flag stickers and date.

The military contract was much larger and had included the details that you would be paid in full for the next go round to do with the funds as you pleased.

Once the contracts were concluded the talk of other mortgage scandal clients filled a small gap while you ignored the press scandal of the latest of the tumor riddled pop star whose male mistress was telling all. While looking far younger than her and her much older boyfriend, a lawyer was called for in her own case as he had shared videos, pictures and messages galore. To prove they had been hot and heavy for years with a baby on the way that she was desperate to not let the world know she was debating on how to handle the so called devastating fiasco for her career due in just under six months.

And of course like the fame seeking habit of a pug faced former model wife of another famous R&B singer had put her foot into the fire to kick off even the least talkative Congressmen to give their stances and stir up plans of a march in Washington. Again a vote and bills were being brought up with the same tumor riddled pop star and her dissolving public reputation linked pregnancy in the center of it.

“Do you have a timeline on when they want the next set of planes?” Matt asked.

“Spring was what they told me they hoped for, hangar isn’t heated that well to have me there. But they might be up to something else and keeping mum on it.”

Matt said, “Well if the base is up North could have more to do with some rail work repairs than that from what I hear.”

“See, secret keeping.” You said making the duo chuckle.

Through the doors of the hospital it was a bit comical to some to see the wheelbarrow of the recharging nests and 80 birds all over the rest of the space within the means of transport from the van Eddie helped you to bring them in. All over the press was your face with hummingbird breeds. And for a team of photographers you were filmed atop a folding ladder you used to mount the tiered docks within or near to walls close to the ceiling to not allow them to be bumped by chance to protect them while charging. Throughout the ER and ICU they were assigned and to the numerous members of staff both Doctor and Nurse alike you shared the basic function of the birds that proved to show they could and had linked to the chart system within seconds.

“They each have names,” you said and specifically to a snickering set of Residents, “No matter how ridiculous it might seem to you,” luring the focus of the Doctor heading their training who glared at them, instantly ceasing the amusement, “They are social unlike their biological counterparts, and will require communications regarding patient care. Instruction of scans of certain body parts or even just transfer of scans to another department.”

One patient who had a broken foot agreed to be the guinea pig and watched as the others did the projected scan of the broken bones and pins used to secure them again inside the cast. Though a flight higher notified their surgeon of a blood clot that had the patient hurried off to have that handled before it could be allowed to travel any farther closer to their heart. “There also is a feature of the flock that were a Doctor to simply dismiss any complaint of a patient due to weight issues, something made up for attention, or done out of enhanced anxiety, or that of a ‘woman problem’ or something as frivolous than that Doctor’s file will be flagged for implementing bias and the flock will signal another Doctor to the patient to be treated properly.”

A Doctor scoffed and said, “What if it is a weight issue, like arthritis? Or a women’s issue like a cyst or period cramp?”

“The bias statement will be issued after the scan. And any and all possible harmful issues will be noted within the file upon their visit. Any anxiety flags will send word to the psychology department for a consult as well to be safe and also amongst the other features is one that should someone come in within an abusive relationship, be it parental, domestic or otherwise the police will be notified and the room will be monitored and taped for evidence to support the victim.” You said parting lips. “Doctor and Nurse abuse is far less frequent than other forms in terms of hospital statistics and if that can be remedied at least within these walls the flock will assist all that is possible. And such, should there be a delirious or belligerent or aggressive patient or relative each are able to produce a sedative gas like chloroform to assist in rendering the aggressor immobile long enough to have them contained.”

“How often do you imagine we deal with aggressive patients?” A second Resident chortled making you look their way.

“The gas is for the Nurses’ protection, who take the brunt of it.” You said making May Parker and others amongst the Nurses smile at the additional help for them. “Each of them will learn your names and they have different plumages to aid in learning theirs. Also should you dye your hair, change colored contacts or go through any cosmetic procedures try to keep your staff pictures updated or they will refuse you from the system and not take your verbal commands as they will recognize your appearance as well as your voice.”

“And if we dye our hair a lot?” One of the Doctors asked with pink tips to her hair matching the tips on her nails and earrings.

“Then a thumb print confirmation on their bellies you can request will suffice until you update your file again.” The few other patients who agreed to be scanned both were awed at seeing previous issues they knew of and a few who learned of incoming issues they could turn around now before it was a life threatening level. Check in hand it was off to the bank while you checked on the progress of a legal hurdle you had caught wind of.

A big wig had learned where Isaiah Bradley and another 40’s era vigilante now in her own retirement lived, and had bought up their mortgages in a bank takeover that had for sale signs in their yards. Issue was made of a slight against his father decades prior was what you had learned, a KKK member who was claimed to have been brutalized and vanished, except for his head found on a spike put in the front of the burnt building where his charter held meetings.

Through your bank, by means of a more than helpful teller, your hefty investment into the bank at a claim to wish to tear those houses down to build one of your own in the quieter town to have a lab finally had a backed statement of funds for the second bank with control of the mortgages. As Matt was in court Foggy had arrived to assist you in completing the paperwork that by the set of the sun garnered you two property packets to keep track of as well as notice of the deed reprint forms to keep in place of the deeds that could arrive anywhere from six weeks to three months from now.

$800k now after the property values after their latest inspections had fragmented into just under $80k that you would hold in savings and hope another emergency would not kick up until another hospital wanted more of your birds when the first shared how brilliant they were. Right out after a stop for something to grab takeout to Isaiah’s home Eddie drove and split the bags of food to carry with you to the door.

You had seen the expensive car that had driven away and heard Elijah yelling still inside while an unsettling buzzing sound went off next door at Miss Jubilee’s house. All the same you went to the door and rang the bell hearing from inside, “What does that mother fucker want now?!” from Elijah.

And muttered curses from Isaiah who said, “Just, wait here! Don’t do anything foolish and make this fifty times worse! I will not have you rot behind bars like I had to!”

Through the stained glass outer door his eyes fell upon you as you flinched a few fingers off the bag pressed to your chest, “Pluto, Eddie,” opening the glass door you stepped aside to allow him to do so he asked as you flashed a second wave to Elijah who peeked out from his room. “What brings you out here this time of day?”

“Wanted to celebrate, brought some food.”

“Right, your hospital, the birds. Come in.” He said inhaling deeply to keep calm and his own news to himself showing you both in once the doors were closed to the dining room.

“Well not exactly,” you said with a grin his way. Atop the table you left the bags and faced him bringing out the property packets you showed him. “I bought two houses!” Across the one for his he read the address and his jaw dropped.

“Pluto,” he murmured. “This is a $450k house!”

“Very sound investment, only I got a fair discount telling the owner of the other bank I wanted to tear your house and Miss Jubilee’s house down to make a mini mansion of my own a la Vanderbilt style.” You said making his eyes tear up in gratitude, “Could you help me tell her there’s a buzzing sound coming from her place that doesn’t seem right, before she does anything drastic.”

“That’s your money Pluto.” He said stepping closer.

“Hospitals will catch on, and want their own flocks, plus in Spring military wants two more Blackhowls and I got my jobs. Taxes will be a bitch but, worth it to fuck over a white supremacist’s day.”

Tightly he hugged you and stepped back to let Elijah, who had heard and hurried over to join in, claiming more room in a hug all his own. “Let’s go tell Miss Jubilee. We will pay you back, every penny.”

“Well I’d be glad to take a loss either way, I mean I can’t logically move here yet or afford the upkeep so I will be needing some trustworthy people who know the terrain around town to manage the pesky gardens out back,” you joked making him chuckle and wipe his eyes to head outside and next door.

The elderly woman there was just as grateful and overjoyed to calm her uproarious family with the news as you went back to eat after she’d stowed her favored chaos machines she was readying to go wreak havoc on the man Eddie confirmed the Hive would go after once the ink was dry on the deal.

“And it will take a week for the sale and the fund transfer to solidify so just be certain to play up the fact I’ll have to evict you all to drag things out. All the hassle for me but after that’s dry it’s paid in full and he can’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Thank you, Pluto.” Isaiah said with a lingering sentimental gaze at the final goodbye of the night.

“You didn’t have to suit up again. You did, for me. Faced Nazis for me. Least I could do, spend a dreary boring afternoon signing paperwork to let you keep your homes. This home needs you.” You said widening his smile. “Not to mention Murdock and Foggy are looking into the other mortgages that bank has and if anything suspicious happens there just might be some legal trouble coming his way he can’t fight off with a paycheck.” Gaining a chuckle from him as you climbed into the van. Unseen in the pull away to them you took the chance to flex your sore hands from the work of the install and the numerous signatures of the hours of paperwork.

The purchase of two properties and plans to sell them back soon enough was an intriguing notion to your grandfather and paternal cousins at the welcome back meal upon landing back in Norway for Yule break. Although bedtime was a welcome thing to have you wake up early the next morning to handle the paperwork to help step into the eventual research study of your injections. To see what would be required to get that up and running as the one for degenerative diseases had found its groove and ample funding for now thanks to the medals and public outpouring of support.

Lego like internal blocks of the rings you had designed were left in a pile on the coffee table inside the rental with Eldfalls peering on at your work one at a time with tools Yggdrasil had shared the designs of. Low ‘mmhms’ and ‘uh-uhs’ from him answered the proper angles to latch each one into place with fingers extended to nudge the pieces into more ordered lines to help your choice of the next one.

Hours both Eddie and Thengel watched the growth of glowing crystal internal workings inside the halves of rings Eldfalls helped to hold one so you could line them up to bind them together.

Sparks and brilliant shows of light that filled the rental for a few near blinding moments left the house damage free. Only Eldfalls kept it levitating as he nudged you to complete folding the second ring together. That act not just had the second ring light up but the first in shifting prisms of color inside the ring that had the black metal rotate like a double helix revealing green glow in gaps within the rings. Around them your bees scanned for stability proving they both gave off oxygen as you had thought up by the makeup of the internal parts. By means of the pocket calculator sized remote Eldfalls reminded you to make first the glow was shut off as you powered them down.

“Oh those are so cool,” Eddie said when your bees scanned them showing they were not emitting anything making you smile at the successful creation of the rings you now had to learn how to control by means of various tests in the months to come. This was a nice distraction as you were invited to a party at the Palace where the King and Queen hoped to use this as a makeshift coming out party as you would be back in New York for your 18th birthday. While Thengel shared he had your mother’s tiara, at least for the basic rule to not allow those under 18 to wear them, you were free of that expectation for this party. They hoped to place you in view of more than a few acceptable matches with families who would at least pretend to your face to be glad to link you to their sons if given the chance.

…

“You know, he could have just said he wanted to keep the shirt.” You sighed as you folded the poor copy of the flannel Banner had sent to your place as a Christmas present thanking you for loaning it to him. Your Landlord having kept the package safe back at your building until you had returned. This one to your sensitive senses far rougher than the former, with an embroidered octopi inside the back of the collar sporting eight legs instead of the nine you had embroidered into the original that had felt so magically soft when you found it for Eddie. Only to discover it was too small for him enabling him to let you keep it and buy him another to replace it.

“I mean he’s not even stealthy wore the thing to a lecture in India yesterday too.” Eddie said stretching his legs after your long flight back. The hall of his building being painted had brought him to hang out at your place for a bit where he could at least spend some more time with you to if anything plan out something small to do to celebrate your big birthday coming up.

2012 had just kicked off and wading through some wind blown confetti still from the New Years bash people had brought from the big ball drop on their bodies you were back again and moved back to your loom to get the final few inches left of this section completed by your next meal. All the while talking with Eddie who watched your focused efforts adoringly at just how long you had to work on this sizeable sail and even after the weaving was through how much work was left to do to get the water and wind proofing completed.

During your next meal you asked him, “What happens if he won’t hold water?”

And with a smile he said, “One way to find out, let’s hook the trailer up to the bus and go for a dip.” Your smile spread and excitedly when you went to tell him Eldfalls began to hum while you dropped the mast to be able to take the trailer out.

“Whatcha doin?” turned your head when you had stepped back out of the open doors to double check no one was blocking the street like some trucks did for late deliveries to shops nearby.

MJ amongst a group of Ned, Peter and Peter’s uncle Ben asked you spotting the lifejackets and bundles of rope in your bent arm. “Oh, hey, just checking the watertight capabilities of the hull I patched.”

She asked, “You’re going to the ocean, for that? Or, like a test pool?”

“Ocean.” You said lifting the life jackets. “Got some floaties just in case.”

Ned asked, “How likely is it to sink again?”

“Not likely, only about 45% chance.” You said making Ben chuckle.

Off his chest he lifted his camera, “Can we come? Take some fun pictures in exchange?”

“If you like. We have spare floaties and a rubber ducky life raft that can fit seven just in case.” Excitedly they came inside the garage and climbed inside the open van to sit either on the bed or the floor at their choice leaving you and Eddie the front seat.

“Wow, it’s actually a duck.” Peter said eyeing the picture on the clear bag containing the inflatable duck shaped raft amongst the spare life jackets you added from the locker along the wall with some spare folding chairs you put inside Eldfalls’ deck.

“I doubt Eldfalls will sink again, but I plan for chaos, best to be prepared.” To Eddie you said, “Have the pedal motor too just in case, which counters as ice breakers as well, and the paddles, ropes, lifejackets, floaties, ducky raft, crank lanterns, and emergency rations. Plus the safety radio to contact shore and other boats.”

“List is good, called ahead and dock is open to midnight. Won’t take that long but it will be a fun video to shoot.” Closing yourselves in the van Eddie fired it up and started the drive to the nearest dock. Both temperature and gentle snow fall had others far from willing to be on the water right now, backwards on the trailer the ship was eased into the water enough for you to let the others out and help them up onto the deck so that you could be the one to unhook Eldfalls from the trailer. Ankle deep in the water you pushed on the hull to begin guiding him out.

Eddie was quick to park and return to join you in another good push and leap up to grab the hull sides to pull yourselves up to join the others. “Okay, let’s get you a good bit off the shore line, then we can try the controls.” Paddles were taken for a surprisingly amused group task of rowing the large ship through the near freezing waters. Those were set aside when the feel of the current changed. Ben from a few angles began to snap some pictures of both people inside and the view only to turn his head at the gentle hum of the engine as your hand came to rest upon the rudder control.

Like the notes inside the book Beserkers supplied for you said ever so slightly the grip was rotated and the wings on either side had the teens and Eddie chuckle in awe at their sudden jolt to flap like hummingbird wings. While meant to fly all the same at a tolerable chug along to get the hang of the grip control and some steering to maneuver around a few small waves like propellers the wings moved Eldfalls along.

“Hey!” the Human Torch overhead looped around and gave you a wave. “Looking good Pluto. Finish that sail yet?”

“Not yet,” you called back. “Water test.”

“Looks good, love the wings. Getting colder though. Don’t stay out too long.”

“We won’t,” you answered and he waved for the teens snapping pictures of him before his jet off to check on something for Reed.

A good distance from shore Eddie helped you to lift the mast so you could adorably to Ben’s amusement wiggle around the side of the opening to drop into the hull. “Any sign of water?” Eddie asked from above keeping eye on the waves in case any changed too drastically.

Around where the hole once was you went with lantern in hand filming by means of a bee in your hair the hull and not the engine so Eldfalls wouldn’t power down on you. “Not by the patch. Bit from the deck off the wings looks like.” Scans from your bees confirmed not even a tiny slow leak was being obscured from your notice and back up you leapt to pull back up so the mast could be lowered again. A sudden shift of the wind had the ship lean to the side urging the group to move to the other side out of fear to help balance the weight and tilt it back. Though when the mast was down the ship evened out forcing them to let out a collective breath.

“Feels like the wind is shifting. Best to head back in, water will start to still and freeze soon.” Near to an hour was all this trip took, by the time you turned around and got the ship pushed back onto the trailer and secured, so the cold teens could get back in the warming van to heat up again. They got to ride on a real life alien ship even if it was freezing outside so their joy was beyond compare. Same as Eldfalls who got his first run in the water which out in Norway was near to impossible as most of the waters were already frozen over and ferries took heavy motors to break ice obscuring their usual paths. At their homes they were dropped off so you could take the trailer back and order a dinner in.

Curiosity however won out and filmed by your bees a spare cracked mug you had was tossed through one of the powered up transporter rings only to shatter against the wall the beam that shot out the second was aimed at causing you and Eddie to both flinch. “Oh, that was fast.” He said and powering them down you gave it a try to adjust the settings off your notes and listened as he planned a trip to the second hand shop to buy some spare mugs the following day to continue the experiment you documented inside a new blank notebook marked for the process of making them work.

*.*.*

“This Brock again. He’s like her own personal reporter. Might as well have a gossip column on the life of this kid for the Bugle.” Tony muttered to himself over the morning paper he had been using in a means to put off the inevitable task of the day to check the progress of the sales of the final few of the first fleet to help said kid gain some financial momentum.

Jarvis chimed in, “The Bugle is quite favorable on mentioning locals who are accomplished. Statistically comments online have shown a favorable amount of pride for Miss Pear.”

“Don’t doubt that, just hard to bring her anywhere close without hope of this Brock guy snagging a scoop on it. Even has at least twenty in depth interviews with Misique since she got here. Not one mentioning she was a teen. Guy’s up to something skewing things to how he wants readers to see things.”

“Sir, most reporters share that technique.”

“I get that. But he’s got a stake in this.”

“He could always care for her earnestly, Sir.”

“Barely got a slam dunk in his writing career until he first talked to Misique. No way that’s just in earnest. I know reporters and they always have an angle to chase.”

*.*.*

“Where’d it go?” you asked yourself as a second mug simply vanished instead of landing on top of the cushioning pile of blankets and pillows to catch the mug’s fall as well as the candies you had put inside.

Curiously you made note of the vanished mug and eyed the duo of hovering rings you collected a second mug from the basket of experimental dummies to toss at one that shot right out the second. “Curious.” You muttered and made note of the early morning experiment while you readied for the first day back at school.

*.*.*

“You will not fail me, or I will kill them all.” The words jolted Loki out of his latest nightmare to wide eyed stare with darkly circled lids and a pale complexion almost glistening due to the beads of sweat stirred from his latest reminder of what Thanos’ crony had done to him to make him obedient. Awoken laid atop a lounge inside his private vault of a bedchamber none could enter. Here he kept the Tesseract with him, in case of another inexplicable theft as with Clint.

Familiar light similar to that of the Bifrost shone above his body to drop a mug his hand rose to grab mid air. Curiously his head tilted at the ghost shaped thing inside which ringing collisions of candies came to an end causing the lights to vanish.

Onto his side he rolled to not have to sit up so he could peer inside the mug to see the chocolate covered raisins. Between two fingers he lifted one that he simply shrugged mentally and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm, delicious,” chewing simply so he could swallow and pop another into his mouth to savor the gift he attributed to the Norns as he had no clue of who else to thank for the delectable treat that reminded him of home so far from here by means of his most treasured childhood treat.

The mug was set aside and still exhausted now with images of his mother in his head he allowed himself to sleep again in hopes of her memory to chase away his monsters he battled night and day.

*.*.*

“I’ve checked the settings three times, this is four mugs and about half a bag of candy now Elliot.” You said on the phone with your hopeful helping hand to right this issue having called him after school when at Eddie’s for dinner.

“Perhaps there is interference.”

“What could possibly interfere with this? Like radio waves?”

“No, it would have to be another gateway.” He said making you huff.

“All I’m hearing is me having to jump through it myself to fix this problem.”

“Unfortunately.” Elliot said making you plop to the side on your mama panda bear chair to cover your face with your hand.

“Of course. One way ticket to get stabbed or shot at, though this time alien tech level combat mode.”

“I’ll go with you,” Eddie said.

But Elliot cut him off, “Oh no, best not to risk you two being sent to different places until the matter is fixed.”

“And what if the other person doesn’t want to turn off their portal?”

“Well, then we will have to evaluate the necessity for their portal and perhaps take it by force.” He said making you grumble into your palm.

“I’m not going to wage war so I can have the only portal on this planet.”

“The interference claims otherwise. You haven’t received anything yet, have you?”

“No, just someone keeps taking my mugs, candy without sending them back.”

“Hmm, perhaps then the other party is unaware of the portal and shall make the matter easier.”

“I can’t believe we’re hoping for an ignorant person who I have to break a possible heirloom of theirs to not have this issue.” You said shaking your head, “Were there issues like this with the Bifrost?”

“Oh scores.” He said making you close your eyes. “Once there was a portal on Midgard however many races attempted to make their own and Bor had to destroy them all and declare it a fully Asgardian realm negating the need for mortals to have their own portal as they could be claimed at Bor’s will.”

“So I’m breaking Bor’s proclamation is what I just got.”

And he chuckled, “No, Odin attempted a portal of his own but there were troubles and then transport was barred as travel to Asgard was banned at the end of the war.”

“Pissing off the still living AllFather, even better.”

“Had he found fault Heimdall would have been issued to confiscate those rings. Clearly you have been granted possession of those portals by Yggdrasil and that is a right he cannot fathom the power to revoke. The great tree would simply return the rings to you. You are a gatekeeper now, who are very rarely located and highly coveted as such.”

Shaking your head you tried to ignore the thoughts of the AllFather and the great tree at war over something you had done. “If I have both rings then why do they need a guardian when I’ll be the one using them?”

“While there may be two gates, where you use them, danger is always possible, and a guardian is always required no matter if it is a link of two rings or a gateway that can reach a multitude of realms.” He drew in a breath and continued. “Keep at the tests and as promised when you complete your sail we will send our weavers to assist in the waterproofing as the heat treat is rather simple. Everything will come into play as it should, just keep on your usual schedule. Same as always you will make sense of the rings in due time, no need to rush that, and I know you are respectfully diligent to complete your sail panels up to your standards. We will be out soon and you have our number if you get stuck.”

Pt 48

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shooter-nobunagun · 11 months

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Spontaneous Combustion (R18)

//I really gotta stop starting drabbles and then not finishing them...or just finish the ever-increasing drafts that are lying around...

FYI, this fic is actually a bit of a 'what if Sio and Adam end up having spontaneous PWP before they even get together as a couple'; it's non-canon but kind of a fun idea to play around with, to imagine they might get caught up in a 'heat of the moment' kind of situation before they really start developing feelings for each other.

"I-I don't know Jack-san...a, are you sure this is a good idea...?"

"Relax, hanninmae; I know what I'm doin'..."

"B, But..."

"Hush, love; we've already come this far, surely you're not thinking of backing out now, are you?"

Biting her lips, the girl glanced around the room nervously, before back down at the man whose naked lap she was currently perched above. They were going to get caught, she just knew it—yet somehow she'd let herself get roped into this devious (but also hot) situation by none other than the Ripper himself.

Damn. She did like her toys to be on the dangerous side after all.

Well, it did help that he could be very...persuasive, when it mattered. Even though most of the time he was a sarcastic asshole who wasted no opportunity to complain about her inexperience and tease her every other second.

How did she let herself get into this situation again...? It was just supposed to be a routine training session for the Second Platoon, and she and Jack had been assigned as sparring partners for the latter half. Sio never thought she'd return to that cursed island again after her initial 'torture', but it turned out even full-time DOGOO members rotated there during downtime intervals, in order to keep their combat skills sharp.

And then somehow or other—she wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline and hormones or if they really did get closer this whole time—things got heated in more ways than one. And now she was literally about to get it on with the man whom, only a few months ago, seemed hell-bent on making her regret her decision to join DOGOO.

Her train of thought was interrupted as she felt a large, warm hand slide up her thigh and she stiffened. The hand stopped, and the man glanced at her with a curious expression.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" His eyes narrowed slightly. "Or is it...you don't want to do this with me?"

"A-Ah, it's not that...I just..." Gulping, she wasn't sure how seriously he'd take her word. To be honest, she was surprised he'd been as gentle and accommodating as he'd been, so far. It was a far cry from his usual behaviors towards her, and the sniper wasn't sure if he was just being nice so he could get some, or if he actually was a decent guy, underneath all his 'lone wolf' crap.

Jack was silent, his one hand still slowly stroking the soft skin of her inner thigh, but otherwise made no move. He was waiting for her response.

Sio took a deep breath. "N, No, I...do want to do this with you," she said in a small voice, and she swore his lips curved up into the slightest of grins. "I-It's just, um...this isn't exactly a private place, so um...I-I..."

"Ah...afraid of being caught, are we?" Sio nodded shyly. "Well, I say the risk is what makes the reward all the more worth it—but I wouldn't worry; Gandhi and Newton have already cleared out, and trust me when I say nobody else comes in until all the VIPs have finished."

"B-But what about Capa?" Just thinking about the perverted old man made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "He could technically come back in, right?" What if he was secretly hanging around the hanger still, spying on them with that Nikon camera of his—oh god, what if he found her and Jack in this incredibly compromising position? Scandalous photos would be the least of her worries—she didn't even know if fraternization between teammates was allowed or not. DOGOO may not have been a traditional military organization, but they did follow many of its protocols, so a court-martial would not be out of the question...

Warm fingers brushed through her hair and she looked down in surprise. Jack's face was surprisingly not irritated for once, instead he looked mildly amused. "That old man? Hah, knowing him he's probably taking that afternoon nap of his." A single finger hushed her protest before it could come out. "Trust me, squirt. I've been here longer than you have, done this whole spiel—I know his routine. 'Sides, I'm not that careless—why else do you think we're in this musty old storage closet?"

He did have a point. There was no way she would have agreed to this if Jack had insisted on doing it right out in the open gym—but the broom closet they were currently locked in looked like it hadn't been touched in a while, given the amount of dust over everything. Again Jack had surprised her with his 'gentlemanly' side, and let her be on top so she wouldn't have to lie on the dirty floor.

"W, Well...you'd better be right, Jack-san..." Hesitantly she sat down, but then bounced up again with a squeal as her bare bottom brushed against that hot, wet thing—oh god it was even stiffer than before and was it just her or did it feel bigger—Jack caught her slender frame as she wobbled, her face incredibly hot as she realized what they were about to do.

"What's wrong? You're not scared, are you?" He leaned in close and whispered against the shell of her ear. "You certainly showed no fear earlier, when we were sparring...nearly took out my right eyeball."

He gave her a toothy grin, and Sio blushed with embarrassment. Seriously, it wasn't her fault Capa had insisted on stick-fighting today, otherwise she wouldn't have nearly gouged him out with her bo staff. Even though her AU weapon wasn't a melee weapon, she took it seriously—there was no way she was going to be called a slacker as the newest member of the Second Platoon. Jack too, seemed to take their match seriously; after the initial teasing and trash talk, both of them went at it as if possessed by something greater than themselves. There was no snide commentary or mocking, just each of them reading the others' movements and responding accordingly, as if it were a real fight. She remembered the raw ferocity of his strength, but also how she responded with her own unexpected dexterity—the intensity of those green eyes staring at her as she managed to hold his staff to a draw, both of them sweating and panting as she held his gaze. It was like they were under a spell, each not daring to look away before the other; it wasn't until Capa shouted at them through his megaphone to 'stop standing around and start cleaning up' did they snap out of it. As they helped Gandhi and Newton roll up the mats and put everything away though, she noticed the Ripper kept stealing glances her way. Normally she would have been irritated, or a little creeped out, but there was something about his eyes and that expression that captivated her; caused her to unconsciously draw closer, instead of getting away.

Maybe that was why when there was just the two of them left, putting the last staves away and she accidentally turned into his broad chest, she didn't immediately jump back. Instead she stayed there, buried against those hard muscles and breathing in his scent—clean sweat, with a muskier, stronger odor that made her body even hotter than it already was. He didn't say a word either, not when he slowly cupped her chin and lifted her eyes, gazing at her with that indecipherable expression and not after he brushed against her lips and kissed her.

It was a nice kiss, actually. Not at all like the slobbery tongue-tangles that Newton loved to give; no, his lips were warm and soft, and at least in the beginning there was no tongue—but as hands started undoing buttons and zippers and moved onto bare, heated skin, their mouths seemed to follow suit and the next thing Sio knew she was tasting the inside of his mouth. It felt addictive, intoxicating even; a small part of her brain screamed at her to get a grip, and what the hell was she doing, didn't she hate the Ripper—but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through her body. The sniper didn't even flinch when he pushed her sports bra up, her petite breasts already perked from both his touch and the cold air. It wasn't until his warm, calloused hands started massaging them, a moan escaped her lips and she finally seemed to snap out of it, pulling back with burning cheeks as she hastily tried to pull her jacket back on.

"J-Jack-san, I-I—I'm sorry—"

"—For what? I'm certainly not sorry."

He was gazing at her with a new look, his green eyes darkened until they looked more like emeralds. For once he wasn't teasing or condescending, which surprised her. Did he really think of her as more than just some half-baked squirt...? Something buried deep within her, some part she didn't think would ever come out, started worming its way to the surface. She swallowed nervously as this flush of energy sped through her veins, causing her face to blush and her loins to tighten.

"You...and me..."

"If you've no objections to any of this, let's finish what we started. Well?"

She didn't know how to answer that, so she leaned forward instead, and gingerly reached out a single finger to touch those rock-hard abs. The sniper gasped as he chuckled and pulled her flush against his body, feeling his hot, bared skin against her own. "I'll take that as a yes, then."

And that was how they ended up where they were now: crammed into a dim, tiny closet, the sniper half-naked with her pants down around her ankles as she hovered nervously above Jack, his own impressive erection just inches from her dripping entrance. Sweat beaded across both their bodies, and with each inhale she breathed in more of his heady scent, now mixed with the musk of her own sex.

"I-I'm not scared! Just, I've never done this before...like, ever...s, so..." Sio blushed, embarrassed at admitting she was a virgin, but it didn't seem to bother Jack at all. "I don't know what to do..."

There was a low chuckle, and next thing she knew his long fingers brushed through her dark curls. "Oh, that won't be a problem; we just have to get you 'warmed up', first..."

"H-Huh?" Before Sio could understand the meaning his digits prodded her entrance, then one of them slowly slid in. She gasped as it wriggled around, gently exploring her insides as Jack continued to rub soothing circles around her thigh. "O-Oh...it feels weird..."

"Just weird? Or does it hurt?"

She shook her head. "N-No, it's not painful...I guess it just feels strange to have something, um...inside..." Sio blushed as those words left her mouth. The most she'd ever done was maybe wake up with a pillow between her legs, but she'd never consciously stuck anything up in there—not even a tampon.

"Tha's good, as long as it's not painful you'll be fine," Jack replied in a husky murmur, his dark green eyes heavily lidded as he concentrated intently between her legs. "Let's try this..."

Her eyes widened as his fingers pushed through her curls and found her pink, tender pearl. Already it was swollen and peeking out from its usual hiding place, and the second Jack started stroking her clit Sio felt her entire body jerk uncontrollably from the sensations. "Ah! J-Jack-san wha, what are you...!"

"Well well...yeh like that, don'tcha?" Back and forth his fingers rubbed across that sensitive nub, and Sio felt her head spin from the pleasure. She couldn't respond, it was all she could do at this point to even breathe—a cry escaped her lips as she nearly collapsed against his broad chest, her body seemingly twitching on its own as she grasped his shoulders and gasped for air.

"Oh, oh...! M-My, body...I can't control it..." Never in a million years did the sniper imagine she could experience pleasure like this. A smoldering fire was building inside her core, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Jack's fingers were gentle yet relentless in their ministrations, while his other hand steadily cupped her head and stroked her hair in a soothing manner. Sio couldn't even think about anything except the ecstasy that was building deep within her, threatening to overwhelm all her senses. Vaguely she felt something hot drip down her thighs, but the sniper was too distracted by everything else to really notice. "Mnn...it feels so good...!" Without even realizing it her body started to rock back and forth, until it was synched with the movement of his fingers.

"Yeh? Feels good, doesn't it?" His voice was soothing, hypnotic almost as he increased the pace slightly, and Sio gripped his shoulders tighter.

"Y, Yes...it feels—ah—really good..." Sio was in a daze as she briefly locked eyes with Jack, staring into those deep, emerald-green orbs. For some reason he was grinning, but in her state the sniper couldn't figure out what was so amusing. The only thing that mattered right now were the streaks of lightning heat coursing through her, building and building until she could barely keep her eyes open...

Just as she felt fit to burst his fingers suddenly withdrew, and Sio let out a whine of disappointment. "Wha—y-you stopped..."

He responded with a slight laugh. "Oh? Impatient now are we... Don't fret, we'll get there soon enough." As the heat settled slightly Sio finally noticed the warm fluids that had been dripping down between her legs this whole time.

"Whaaahh—I'm sorry Jack-san, I got your clothes all dirty—" Her cheeks burned as she realized not only was it all over his trousers, but apparently a good amount had dripped onto his erection, as well.

"What are you talking about? That's exactly what I want," Jack grunted as he gripped her petite bum, and lifted her into position. "Now, I think you're ready..."

"Y-You mean, um...uh..." Now that the haze had cleared slightly, Sio became very aware of the entire situation. It seemed Jack deemed her ready to...accept him...her gaze drifted down to his red, throbbing cock, and for the first time she noticed there was some clear fluid leaking from the tip, as well.

He raised an eyebrow. "I'll ask you one last time: you want this or not?" A strong hand cupped her chin and tilted her head so their gazes were even. "Sio Ogura?"

She wasn't sure what surprised her more—that he was asking for permission or that he actually called her by her real name, for once. Stunned by his question, she nodded once, then braced one hand around his neck as she tried to figure out how they were going to do this.

"I-It's, um...it's bigger than I thought," a small voice drifted up, the sniper too embarrassed to look at him directly. "A-Are you sure it'll...fit?"

Jack resisted the urge to simply take the lead and impale himself into her. The sniper was already nervous enough as is, even though she'd made it clear she wanted to continue. Best to make her feel as relaxed as possible, especially if she was virgin. Even though he'd loosened her up with his fingering earlier, and she was now well-lubricated, he had a feeling it would still hurt to some extent.

"Relax, love. There's no rush, we can take it slowly, yeh?" She nodded hesitantly, until Jack took her spare hand and encouraged her to wrap it around his cock. "Here, don't be scared—you can touch it, you know."

Her eyes widened as slender fingers wrapped themselves around the stiff, heated organ. It really is hard...! As she touched it experimentally, tracing around the veins and bumps, she realized she could feel it pulsing slightly in time with his pulse. 'Whoa...it feels like it's alive, almost...' Gingerly she stroked it a few times, trying to get a sense of its size and girth, while unintentionally spreading the precum all over as she grazed the tip. As she rubbed it more persistently, fascinated by the clear, slippery fluid, Jack grunted and his hips jerked upward towards her grip.

"Hey now, you're quite the tease, aren't yeh?"

"Oh! Sorry, did that hurt?"

A row of shark-like teeth showed itself. "Quite the opposite, actually." His own larger hand took her much-smaller one into its grasp, as he guided the girl until she gripped him fully. "Here, I'll help you." Gently but firmly, he started pushing her bum down, Sio struggling to stay upright while trying not to twitch all over the place.

"Hiiyaa—i-it's so hot—" She let out another squeak as the tip now firmly brushed against her own hot, slick folds; though Jack was being unusually patient with her, a part of her couldn't help but fear that he was annoyed with her for being so hesitant. Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath and attempted to just sit down onto it—though it didn't quite work as planned.

"What th—oy oy, that's not—" He raised a brow in confusion as the girl sat down all of a sudden, but instead of letting him enter her, she just ended up sitting on his cock. Not that it was unpleasant—the heat from her wet folds against his member sent low tremors throughout his body as she squirmed around. "Hey, I told you we can take this slow. Yer really in that much of a hurry?"

The sniper turned a pretty shade of pink. "S-Sorry! Sorry I'm so inexperienced...I don't, I didn't mean to—"

"—Stop apologising!" Then, as if catching himself, he cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "...It's fine to take your time, squirt. I mean it," he gave her a pointed glance. "The last thing I want is you hurting yourself 'cause you think I'm not man enough to wait." Perhaps she needed a bit more encouragement? While the girl was blushing and babbling and attempting to regain her composure, he ran a thumb over her pink clit again. She immediately moaned, her hips jerking as she slid herself back and forth across his cock.

"Ooohh..." Eyes closing, Sio let herself indulge his fingers a bit more. She was positively dripping now, and the squelching sound she was making as she rubbed against his erection was pretty embarrassing—but she couldn't care less at this moment. That low, throbbing pressure was building up again—but this time it was the sniper who stopped herself, just before she reached the peak again. Taking a shaky breath, she braced herself against Jack's broad shoulders and pulled herself up.

"Ready now?" His eyes were dark and hazy, and Sio noticed he seemed more subdued than earlier. Even though he'd been the one pleasuring her, his chest was heaving slightly too, and Sio let her eyes hungrily drink in the sight of his impressive body—hard, chiseled lines of pure muscle now dappled with sweat. She swallowed hard as she felt her insides pulse again.

"Y-Yeah...I think so..." Once again she grasped his swollen member, which was now slick and wet with both of their fluids. Slowly, ever so slowly, with Jack's help she positioned herself until she felt the tip sink right into her entrance. "I-It's going in...!"

"Yeh, tha's right love...you're doing great, just keep going...there's a good girl..." Jack crooned into her ear, as inch by agonizing inch, the sniper slowly accepted him. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned slightly under his breath as her walls started pushing back against his member, as if trying to eject this foreign invader. Still, the girl above him continued to sink lower, her own eyes closed and brows furrowed as she pushed down.

"Nng—it's so big..." At first it hadn't been so bad, but as Jack continued to enter her, Sio felt herself being stretched more than she ever thought possible. It was now uncomfortably tight, and for a second she wanted to push him back out—but at the same time, there was a pleasurable satisfaction of being filled so fully. "J-Jack-san, is it almost in?"

"Yeh, you're close...keep going," he grunted, before taking her thighs and spread them wider. "Here, open your legs more—that'll help." As her legs splayed across his waist though, her knee slipped against the slippery fabric of her shorts, and in one fluid movement the sniper dropped down squarely into his lap, taking Jack fully up to the hilt at the same time. Both holders moaned at the sudden sensations—Jack's breath hissed through his teeth at the feeling of being fully sheathed in her moist walls while Sio panted hotly against his neck.

"Oooh...oh, oh...I can't believe it's in...I feel so full..." Gasping, the sniper tried moving around a bit, as her insides slowly adjusted to his girth. "Nnng—Jack-san, you're so hot..."

"I could say the same," came his strained reply, and Sio saw his cheeks were stained a faint red. "You feel alright?"

Sio nodded timidly. "I-I think so...I just feel, really full...but it doesn't really hurt..." She rolled her hips again, and Jack grunted underneath her. "S-So um, wh-what should I do now...?"

"Relax; I'll take it from here," he murmured, his large hands rubbing her thighs to get her to loosen up. "Just let me know if it hurts."

Sio only had a few seconds to ponder what he could possibly mean before she felt a tremendous thrust lift her up. "Gyaah—J-Jack-san...!" He didn't respond, and soon enough Sio felt her mind glaze over with pure ecstasy as Jack settled into a steady rhythm. "Oh, oh, oh...it feels good..." Each thrust pushed her tight walls apart and rubbed against her clit, leaving her feeling empty-full-empty-full in quick succession. The pressure from earlier returned with a vengeance, as Sio felt her lower belly simmer with white-hot pleasure. Her hands scrambled to hold onto anything as she felt her self-control slipping with each thrust. Moans spilled from her mouth, moreso as Jack started increasing the pace.

"Oh—oh, ah, J-Jack-saa..." She couldn't even say his name properly at this point, her hips now also clumsily thrusting to meet his rhythm. Her body only wanted one thing, and it was to reach the peak as soon as possible. The room filled with their grunts and moans, along with the wet, sucking sound of flesh slapping each other. Animal sounds, that what they were making she thought, but she had to admit hearing Jack's groans next to her ear was incredibly arousing. As the pace became more frantic, strong arms pulled her close; until she was nearly crushed against his strong chest. Their nipples rubbed against each other, and Sio moaned rather loudly at the sensations.

"Hush, squirt; you don't—hah—want someone to hear, do you?"

"H-Huh? B-But you said there wouldn't be anybody around—!"

Jack grinned deviously at the sniper's naivete. "Yeh, but you never know...what if Capa decides to wake up early...or, Gandhi and Newton come looking for us..." Though he was just teasing the sniper, he swore her walls grew more taut as he whispered those scenarios into her ear. "My, my...you seem to have gotten tighter all of a sudden..." He cupped her red cheeks, the sniper's eyes completely glazed with lust at this point as she stared at him in a daze. "Could it be, in addition to being a voyeur, you're actually an exhibitionist as well?"

"Wh-what?! I-I'm not—that's not true!" Her cheeks turned bright red from indignation. "Stop making stuff up!"

"Really? If that's the case, then why are you getting so wet all of a sudden?" To Sio's horror, she felt a gush of love juices sluice out at his comment. "I mean, there's a chance I could be wrong about Capa's schedule...what if he were to open that door right now, and see the two of us like this..."

"N, No...it's not, that's not true..." Still, as Jack continued feeding her imagination with all sorts of potential situations, Sio couldn't deny she felt hotter than ever. Her entire body tingled with pinpricks of pleasure, as she couldn't help but imagine what would happen if that door were to open right at this second.

"You really are a pervert, aren't ya? But that's fine; I like that..." If she weren't so horny, Sio would've been shocked at his compliment—but she didn't even have time to respond as Jack's lips crashed into hers, partly to muffle her increasingly-loud moans.

"Ah—Jack-san, s-something's c, coming...!" Just like the previous times, Sio felt like she was about to reach the zenith of something...her legs were shaking from exertion and she barely noticed the red lines that streaked across Jack's shoulders. Her insides trembled again as she felt the bulbous tip of his cock nearly push against her cervix.

Underneath her, the silver-haired man breathed hotly against her cheek as he grunted and adjusted their position slightly. "Yeh, same...I'm gonna, come soon..."

"Ah, ah...J-Jack, I'm—!" Her voice quivered as she felt her inner walls start faintly pulsing.

"—It's 'Adam'. My name, is Adam...Sio." Despite everything, the sniper's eyes shot open in surprise as she heard her name. Jack—no, Adam's face was an enigma, but she could tell he wasn't teasing or playing around with her, for once.

"Ah—A, Adam..."

He nodded, and lightly palmed her breasts to reassure her. "That's right, Sio..."

Why now, what was his reason for using her real name—and telling her to do the same? Sio felt there must be something more, and it probably would have been way more significant, if she weren't so desperate for release right this second. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as she felt the tremors again, but stronger this time—and her will to hold them back was rapidly weakening.

"I-I can't hold back—I feel like I'm going to, to..."

"You wanna cum?"

Her insides shivered again. "H-Hai..."

"Then say my name again."

She blinked rapidly in surprise. "Huh? But why—"

He cut her off with another deep thrust. "Just do it. Say my name, hanninmae." He commanded, his gaze piercing into her heavily-lidded maroons.

When this was all over (and much later) she would reflect on this particular moment and understand it was the beginning of something more, something that the human Adam Muirhead was too afraid to say when he was the e-gene holder Jack the Ripper. But at this very moment, Sio was prepared to do anything so long as she got her release, and so she obeyed without question.

"A...Adam, Muirhead..."

That shy stutter, those round, maroon orbs that were hazy with pure desire as she gazed up at him... His breath quickened while his heart thrummed so loudly in his chest he was sure the sniper would hear it; a cascade of heat flooded his entire body at once, and as he felt the muscles of his core start coiling and tightening for release, Adam knew for certain.

This girl...she would become something much, much more...

"...That's right. Good girl...Ogura Shio."

He thrust upward one more time, just as the sniper rolled her hips downward. The result was a messy, spastic tangle of bodies and limbs as both holders came at the same time. Sio's mind went blank for a few seconds as she felt nothing but pure ecstasy; she gripped Adam's shoulders so tightly she was sure there'd be bruises tomorrow, as her petite body shook and her hips seemed to move on their own, continuing to thrust and draw out as much pleasure as she could. It felt so, so good; as if all her pent-up frustrations, secret desires, and stress were released all in one go—and then she fell face-first into his chest once more, her body limp and jelly-like as she gasped for air.

"Ah, Ja—I-I mean, Adam...san..." She tried lifting herself up with her weak arms but to her surprise, a hand pushed her back down against his chest.

"Shh, love; it's alright. Stay. Just rest now."

I can hear his heart beating... It was strong and steady, his breath was warm against her hair and his hand was gently massaging circles in the small of her back. A faint voice in the back of her head told her she should leave, and get back to her quarters as soon as possible, but he'd said it was okay to stay...so where was the harm in that... Sio closed her eyes and let herself completely relax.

While the sniper used his chest as a pillow, Adam's gaze drifted down to where they were still connected. He frowned as he noticed a few streaks of pinkish-red among the white; damn, so she had bled after all. Even though he'd tried to be as careful as possible, and the girl hadn't said anything, still he managed to draw blood. His chest rumbled lowly as Adam mentally berated himself. But maybe it would have been inevitable, regardless. What with the way the two of them were going at it towards the end—at least it was very pleasurable for her. Or so he hoped, anyway.

Down there...is something that will become the most important thing to this world. And to you, as well...

Shit. Nightingale couldn't have been right...could she?

Adam gazed down once more at the slumbering sniper's visage.

"Heh. You really are somethin' else...Sio."

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Elvis! Austin coming back home from the Army.

Summary: Elvis! Austin coming back from war (military) and making sweet (not) love to you.

Warning: Blow job, face fucking, cum eating, dry humping, cussing, pentrative sex, size kink (kind of?). Minors DNI

It was a lovely Monday afternoon. You were preparing lunch for yourself as you were missing your husband dearly. He had to enlist in the army due to the country's requirements (yall bear with me I do not know what I’m talking about). You were expecting to see him in 2 more weeks which you couldn't wait until you see him again.

You were nearly done making chicken alfredo with little bacon bits when you heard the doorbell sighing putting the finished product on the stove. You angrily took off your oven mitts. These telemarketers kept coming to your house and everyday you told them that you were not interested in whatever pyramid scheme they were trying to sell. You told them to take your address off their list and for some reason they still end up at your door.

Stomping to your door you swing it open letting a spew of curse words. “I thought I told you losey people to stop coming to my door!” you look up at the culprit that keeps disturbing your peace. Instead you let out a gasp seeing your boyfriend Elvis Presley in all of his glory.

“Has someone been messing with my women while I was gone?” your heart was beating so fast you haven't you seen him in a little over a year and he looked so much more mature.

“Oh my lord Elvis! I missed you so much.” He closed the distance between you and pulled you into a bone crushing hugs picking you off ground and moved one of his hands to help you wrap your legs around his waist.

Grabbing his duffel bag he brought it in with one arm holding you up. Entering your shared living room he put his bag on the floor and sat down on your grey sectional couch with you still on top of him. You took this time to look at him. He had a light beard and his hair had grown back but it was kinda messy probably due to the fact he probably didn't have time to get up and do his hair while he was in the army.

“You didn’t answer my question baby, has someone been messing with you while I've been gone mama?” Shaking your head you answer him “No not really just the telemarketers coming to the house everyday” he leaned his head against the couch looking up at you rubbing your lower back he nodded.

“I’ll call them tomorrow and tell them to stop coming round here” you shook your head getting irritated “I already did baby they didn’t listen to me” he nodded he made a note to call and threaten them later.

Lightly slapping his chest you tell him “Enough about me how was being in the army and all that you didn’t say much about your time in your letters” he face feel slightly “It was kind of gruesome mama I didn’t want to put no thoughts in your head just know I fought hard to make sure I came back home to you”

Tears filled your eyes and threatened to spill over. You knew it was hard for him, hell they talked about it on the news everyday. You knew it had to have taken a toll on him to see all the terrible things that happen out on duty.

He grabs your face pulling it close to his wiping the tears in your eyes away with his thumbs. “Let’s not worry about all that though I’m back home in our beautiful house with you and that's all that matters pretty” sniffing you agreed with him and let him pull you closer. Looking at your lips he meets your eye “Now give me some sugar” he whispered closing the small distance between you two you let out a small snicker before putting your lips on his soft, smooth lips.

Moaning you open your mouth wider and let him deeper into your mouth his lips felt like butter and his tongue and softley wrestling with yours. Elvis moves his hands on your hips and guides them to grind on his growing bulge. The sensation felt good. You were wearing a skirt with no panties. It was a hot day and you were home alone.

Elvis groaned into your mouth when he felt some of your wetness seeping into the lose material pants that he was wearing. Detaching his lips from your he move into your neck “I missed doing this with while I was away pretty” he whimpered softly grabbing the hem of your shirt your raise your arms as your breast sit bareless on your chest with your nipples getting hard from the sudden exposure making your core wetter.

Leaning down he takes one nipple into his mouth while he rolls the other one in between his fingers. You ground yourself harder on his cloth groin as you feel heat bubbly at the pit of your stomach with a few more thrusts of your hips. You were coming all over Elvis pants with your head feeling dizzy.

You let out a soft sigh the after effects of your orgasm slowly wearing off. “You alright baby” you heard elvis ask with concern in his voice you nodded your head. “I haven't done that in a while” you smile big, happy that he was finally home but you were one showing him how grateful you were that he was here.

Standing up you reach for this shirt and unbuttoned all of the buttons slowly once his chest was on display you kiss his chest while hearing his breathing getting heavier the lower you got. You get to his happy trail and stick your tongue out to lick the rest of your way down until you get to his pants. Elvis lifts his hips up hoping to get some type of friction but you don't give it to him yet. You go to the spot on his pants where your arousal is still glistening and lick the remaining cum from his pants when you taste your .

Knocking his head back Elvis starts to beg. “Come one mama you really gon do this to me after I been away for so long? Please give your beautiful mouth pretty, please I'm begging you” he pleaded with tears slipping out of his eyes. Deciding to put him out of his misery until you buckle his pants pulling them down along with his boxer allowing his cock to release from its hold with pre cum the the viens looking red and hard.

Opening your mouth you push his cock through your lips and circle his tongue around his length. Elvis let out a string of curse words before he grabbed your head moving it around his length faster. You breathe through your nose looking up at him through your eyelashes, tears already streaming down your face. “Fuck baby you don’t how much I missed you and this fucking mouth of yours, Was all I could think about while I was away” moving his hips he buckles his hips into your mouth now fully fucking your face.

Digging your nails into the skin of his thighs you hollow your cheeks feeling the burning sensation of Elvis’s hand wrapped around your hair. “Oh fuck your msking me feel so good pretty fuck your going to make me cum all over your pretty fucking face” Moaning around him you move your head faster driving him closer to his climax. With a couple more thrust he shoves his whole shaft down your throat coating the walls of your throat with his cum.

You choke slightly with the amount of cum that was flooding your mouth but you swallow half of it before Elvis pulls you off of his cock bringing his mouth to yours you open your mouth sharing his cum and transferring it into his mouth sitting on top of him you feel his dick harden with the touch of your bare pussy meeting with his cock.

Moving his tongue with yours you still feel and taste his release on both of your tongue sharing it between each letting your saliva and cum caot your lips and your chin. You pull away needing a breather and yelp you are flung over Elvis shoulder as he carries you up stairs to your shared room. Entering the room you look over your shoulder seeing your lover looking over the room which looks the same as it was when he left.

Walking over to your bed he gently lays your naked body down and climbs on top of you with a soft smile on his face. “You don’t know how grateful I am for you. I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you and I'm never leaving you again. I couldn't live with myself if I did.” You love this man so much he did everything in his power to bend over backwards for you and showed you how much he loved you everyday even when he was away fighting for the country.

This is the last and first man you were ever going to be with you and him both knew that much. You gasp as you feel the tip of his cocking stretching your pussy out. “I’ll go slow mama don’t wanna hurt you too much” looking into your eyes you nod feeling all his love pouring into you with every thrust that he made. “You hell like heaven pretty, fuck I’m going to cum if you keep squzzing me like this.” “Keep going Elvis” you let out a whine as he picked up his pace.

Reaching down you spread your lips apart with your finger feeling your sopping cunt. Using your fingers you circle them around your clit as you start to tremble using your other hand you cover your mouth not wanting anyone to hear how loud you get. You scream when your hand is ripped away from your mouth. “Let me hear those pretty sounds mama I don’t give a damn if this whole neighborhood hears you let them know how much we love each other.”

“Okay baby!” you sob as you feel yourself get closer and closer to your climax. Elvis' hips were moving at a brutal pace. The air around you guys is so hot that both of you were sweating but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to you two was each other right now. “Oh my god i’m about to cum your so fucking big” you desperately let out as you felt the pit of your stomach get tighter. Elvis groaned when he felt your walls clench around him with one last trust you cry out as Elvis kisses you chasing both your climaxes. You're` shaking when Elvis stills inside of you and hiss when you feel him pull out of you.

He lays next to and pulls you into his chest with huge smiles on both of your faces. Giving him a quick kiss. Your happiness quickly turns to anger when you hear your doorbell ring. “These freaking telemarketers are about to hear a piece of my mind”. Getting up you start looking for your rope until you feel strong arms around your waist. “Don’t worry about them baby I got this.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead before he makes his way down the stairs with a pair of boxers and a red velvet robe.

I have an Urban and Jack request that I'm doing but until then. My requests are still open. You guys can request Austin Butler if you want!

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I’ll Love You in Every Language - Chapter 2

Hi, all! I’ve decided to update this biweekly (Tuesdays and Fridays) since it’s all written at this point. It is only 5 chapters, so it’ll be quick and bring us right up until the week CPD returns from this mini hiatus.

Here is chapter 2, season 6!

Chapter 2: Gifts: Season 6 Episode 8 (Black and Blue)

You can read it on AO3 or below the cut

“Ugh. There's something so gross about having to flirt with a teenager, and having that teenager flirt with me,” Hailey's fake smile drops immediately once her window is rolled up and Jay pulls their undercover car away from Malik.

“It worked, though,” Jay assures. “We'll do this deal and be done with this case.”

He swings the car towards the One Stop parking lot where they are set to do this undercover deal, knowing they will be waiting a while for Malik's bosses to show- not that he would ever complain about having to wait with her. Hailey in his passenger seat is quickly becoming one of his favorite views. Hailey smiling and giggling in his passenger seat- even if undercover- feels like a little more than he deserves at the moment.

He almost went off the rails on their last case. His military past stays buried most days, but the memories can bubble up from time to time. Last week, those memories were forced up and thrust in his face, whether he was ready to deal with them or not. Even still, he finished the case, grabbed a drink with Hailey, talked through some of his pain, and got to the other side.

“Their thing,” she had called it. He had to suppress a smile when she first put a name to it, and he is finding himself suppressing a smile now.

Jay parks at the edge of the lot and turns off the car. He double checks that his team radio is turned up and makes himself comfortable while she does the same. This could be a long wait.

Hailey unbuckles her seat belt and leans forward to dig through the glove compartment in front of her.

“Want a snack?” she offers as she pulls out a bag of tortilla chips.

“You brought snacks?" Jay can't hold in the laugh that bursts out of him. "This isn't even our car. We are on duty right now. That bag is almost bigger than you are. Which one of these points do you want to start dissecting first?”

“Okay, I came prepared,” she defends. “Tell me one time we've encountered a dealer, CI, or unwitting who was on time. I knew we'd be waiting, so I threw the bag in here while I was loading the gear. I usually keep it in my locker.”

He can't help but shake his head and smile. She might have a point, and he might be a little bit hungry. He finally gives in and reaches across the console to stick his hand in the bag.

“Thought so,” she smirks as she tilts the bag closer to him.

They sit comfortably in their seats and go over their plan for taking down Malik's dealers again. They have been over it one hundred times, but they know they are dealing with kids so there are more risks at play than they want.

He can see when Hailey's demeanor shifts subtly beside him. She goes from light and focused on the case to quiet, maybe a little apprehensive. Definitely more personal.

“So,” she starts. “I have something for you. Well, I got you something.”

“Okay?” he draws out slowly, quirking one eyebrow at her.

“It's at the district, though. I just wanted to give you a heads up now since we don't know how the rest of the day will go. Just... if we get stuck doing paperwork or booking some of these guys, don't leave without seeing me? Please?”

“Uh yeah, okay. I won't,” he breathes out as if she didn't send his mind racing right then and there. She doesn't need to get him gifts to curry favor, and he knows she is aware of this. He isn't sure what she would get him in the first place, but he doesn't have much time to wonder before Adam's voice crackles through the radio.

“Anything yet?”

There's nothing. It is still quiet, so they relay that message to the team.

“Should have had Upton do the deal alone,” Adam's voice carries into the car again. “The kid's got eyes for her.”

Hailey and Jay both chuckle in their seats- they knew that much already. They sit in the easy silence for a moment, enjoying their last few seconds of peace before a call of shots fired nearby comes over the radio, and their day gets significantly more complicated.

***

By the end of the day, they are exhausted. Malik is dead, Kevin is diving undercover with this case, and the rest of the team is released for the night. Jay eases his locker closed and takes a moment to lean his head against the cool metal. Malik was gone before they really had the chance to protect him, but now they have to live with it. He slings his go-bag over his shoulder and trudges down the back steps. He exits through the roll up and climbs in his truck, sighing heavily before reaching to put his keys in the ignition.

Hailey.

He was supposed to see Hailey before he left. He rubs his hands over his face quickly to wake himself up and reaches to swing open his door again.

“Thought you forgot about me,” she says while she crosses the lot toward him. She tosses her own go-bag into her car that sits parked next to his and leans in to pull out a cardboard box.

“Nah, not for long,” he teases. Jay eyes the box she drags from her back seat and smirks at the endearing waddle she develops in order to walk while carrying it. “That's for me? What, did you buy me a whole new truck?”

He can't help but laugh as she hoists the box to balance on the back bumper of his car. It is about two feet wide and almost three feet tall so he is certainly exaggerating on the size, but she fumbles with the awkward shape nonetheless. He lowers his tailgate so she can set the box down safely, studying her curiously when she scoots it towards him. Jay pulls his pocketknife from his jeans to slice open the top seal of the box. He jams his fingers under the cardboard flaps to pry them apart and... he is not entirely sure what he is looking at.

“Did you get me a box inside of a box?” he finally asks.

Hailey laughs quietly at his question, still nervously gauging his reaction.

“Not quite,” she says. “It's a shadow box. You're just looking at it upside down. Here, help me take it out and flip it over.”

She reaches across him to wedge her small hands into the cardboard. Once she has pulled the shadow box out, he puts his hands next to hers on the sides to hold it steady and help her turn it upright. They set it back down, this time with the front facing upwards. It is a solid black piece with a matte finish. The glass door on the front of the box covers a dark gray velvet back lining. It is nice- there is no doubt about that- but it still doesn't make sense.

Hailey seems to sense his confusion, so she offers the quickest explanation she can.

“Look, I hope this isn't too personal,” she pauses. “But last week after the Miller case, you were talking about some of the people you served with, and your face changed for a minute. I'd never seen you smile while you were talking about the Army. So, I thought you might want somewhere to keep some of the good memories- photos and medals, you know? Even if you never put this on display.”

Hailey stops talking for a brief moment to see if he has any thoughts to get out but, he remains silent. He keeps his eyes cast downward, running his hand up and down the side of the case.

“I know you have some terrible memories from the war. I know that, but you have some stuff to be proud of. You have people you cared about and things you've accomplished that are good. So, I got this,” she says while tapping the shadow box gently, “to keep your stuff safe, even if you're the only one who ever sees it.”

Jay knows all to well that Hailey rambles when she is nervous, but this is not that. She meant every word. He tries to think of a response- anything that can match the words she just offered him, but he comes up blank. So, he does the only thing he can think to do.

“Do you want to see them?” he asks.

Hailey can't even pretend to hide the surprise on her face. She knows better than to expect a grand emotional reaction from Jay. Still, she didn't expect this.

“The pictures?” she asks.

“Yeah. The pictures, the medals- everything you just mentioned. Do you want to see them?”

“Yeah, yeah I do,” she answers quickly. “If that's okay with you.”

He thinks for a moment before answering. These pieces of himself are tucked away, rarely seen by anyone who wasn't there to witness them in real time.

“It is,” he says slowly. “Why don't you swing by my place? Maybe you can help show me how to put this thing together.”

He knows perfectly well how to put a shadow box together. He has seen them in the homes of fellow veterans and fellow cops for years, but he wants to share this with her. She has been with him while he healed and supported him at every step and every stumble, so she has earned her place next to him. He wants that.

She nods confidently beside him. “Yeah, I think I'd like that. I'm going to go home and change, but are you okay if I come by in an hour?”

“I am,” he says. Jay lifts the box from the back of his truck, and Hailey pushes the tailgate shut. "I'll see you soon," he confirms as they both move towards their respective vehicles.

“And Hailey,” he calls out, waiting for her to look up at him. “Thank you.”

She looks at the ground when she smiles, but keeps that proud look on her face when she nods at him, climbs into her driver's seat, and pulls out of the parking lot in front of him.

***

Jay had meant it the other day when he told Hailey that he had learned to manage his triggers. He knows he has scars that will never fully heal, but he manages. There was a time he couldn't look at any photos from his years overseas. Now, he reaches to the top shelf of his closet to pull down three shoe boxes carrying dozens of them.

There are some he will never put on display. Images of faces and places that are burned so horrifically in his brain, he doesn't need a photo in a shadow box to remind him. He will leave those face down at the bottom of the fourth shoebox, where he wants them.

Hailey sits where he left her on his couch, her feet tucked underneath her. It makes his heart beat a little bit faster, seeing her in his space like this. He makes a mental note to invite her over more often. His carpet is a muted beige and the dark brown fabric on his couch is starting to pill, but he decides they have never looked so good as when she is next to them.

She gives him a reassuring smile when he walks into the room with the three shoe boxes of memories stacked on top of one another in his arms. He places them on the coffee table one by one next to the open shadow box.

“How do you want to do this? You call the shots,” she says gently.

“I'm okay with going through anything here,” he tells her. “I won't display everything, but there are probably a few things I'll like.”

She scoots farther to the right side of his couch so he can take the left. He sinks don next to her, letting his elbows rest on his knees while he leans forward toward the table in front of them.

“Here,” he hands her the first box, “you can start with this one.”

“Ohhhh,” she laughs immediately. “I can absolutely start here.”

She holds up a photo eighteen-year-old Jay in a formal blue suit. He looks as serious as he can, but he also looks so, so young. His face is rounder and freckles cover his cheeks. His hair is long enough to wave across his forehead like she imagines it would if he grew it out now.

“That was taken right after I took my oath of enlistment,” he explains. “That's the face of a kid who hasn't seen any combat, huh?”

“Look at me,” Hailey ignores his instinctive attempt at self-deprecation. She turns her body towards him, letting her knees bump into his. She holds the old photo up next to his face and smiles as she glances between the two. “Nah, your eyes are still the same. They're nice. But, thank goodness you can grow facial hair now because you could pass for a toddler here.”

He swipes the photo out of her hand, but but laughs at her teasing- it's not like she is wrong.

“My mom used to keep this picture on our fridge,” he recalls quietly while studying the photo in his hands. “I used to see it hanging there when I came home and wonder what the hell I was doing fighting in a war while my mom sick. She never made me feel bad, though. She even looked proud." Jay turns the picture back towards Hailey so she can see it again. "I took this for myself after she passed.”

“I'm sure she was proud," Hailey smiles. "Want it in the box?”

“Yeah, I do.”

They go on like this for a while- her pulling out bits of his past and him explaining what they represent.

“Who are these guys?”

She holds up a photo of Jay and three other men in Army fatigues. They are crowded around a small TV, two of them with money in their hands.

“Coller, Tripp, and Sahan. We met at boot camp and went on to run a betting ring over college basketball games. We could never watch a season consistently which made us terrible a predicting winners, so eventually we just bet on how many times the announcers would use the word 'penetrate' to describe a team's offence. It's a disturbingly high number.” He points down towards the table. “Box.”

She laughs loudly at his story as she puts the photo in the shadow box, but she doesn't ask where the other men are now. He laughs at the memory too, and that is enough for her.

“What's this for?”

She fiddles with a small silver pendant, letting her thumb graze gently over the front.

“Army Expert Marksman Medal.”

“Oh, yeah,” she snickers. “I can vouch for that one. It's saved my ass a handful of times.”

He nods when she holds the pendant over the shadow box questioningly, so she lays it down softly.

“I've seen pictures of this guy with the unit. Mouse, right?

“Yeah, Mouse. He worked with us for about a year before re-enlisting and making a career of it. He is still overseas, but I talk to him once a month or so.”

“And he's doing okay?”

“Yeah, he is,” he pauses. “He always says he wants to meet you.”

Hailey raises her eyebrows at his confession.

“He says he wants to meet the partner to whipped me into shape. 'Thank God, that's not my job anymore' are the words he used, I believe. He's not completely off base there, and yes, he can go in the box too.”

“Noted,” Hailey says as she glances again at the picture of Mouse and Jay standing next to a Humvee. She wants nothing more than to meet the man who was there for him when she wasn't.

“I know this one. This is a Purple Heart, right?”

Jay looks over to see her holding the award he was given for surviving. He survived when so many of his friends didn't. He closes his eyes briefly, breathing in and out slowly.

“Yeah, I don't want that one in there,” he states without looking at Hailey or the medal again.

“Okay,” Hailey says reassuringly. She doesn't press any further and returns the medal where she found it.

“We have the same blood type.”

She inspects his old dog tags.

“Great. If I'm ever bleeding out, I expect to see a needle in your arm, Upton,” he jokes. Jay takes the tags from her hands and removes the long silver chain that used to hang around his neck every day. He places the tags down in the box and lets the chain fall into a heap on the table.

By the time they get to the last item, they have formed a nice little collection to be displayed in the box- photos and awards he can look back on when he needs a reminder that his past is not all tragedy. He watches Hailey arrange the items nicely against the backdrop, taking a moment to thank everything good in the world that she came into his life a year ago. He owes her a lot- his job, his health, probably his life, if he is being honest. Still, he has work to do.

Jay is silent for a minute, just taking it all in. It's a lot. He is so lost in his own head that he doesn't notice when Hailey turns her attention back to him.

“Uhhh,” he draws out when he gets his wits about him again. He moves to stand slowly, and watches concern fill her eyes as she does the same. She is preparing herself to be asked to leave, and he feels his gut twist slightly. He puts his hand on her shoulder gently, holding her in place. “I have something else I think I want to add to this. Sit tight, I'll be right back.”

She watches him walk down the hallway towards his bedroom, making herself comfortable again. He is gone for about a minute, and returns with a small stack of papers in his hand.

Newspaper clippings.

He places them on the table in front of her before sitting. He gives her a nod when she looks over at him, and she begins to sift. There are articles about his successes as a rookie cop and big cases he solved in Organized Crime. There are feel-good stories and stories of tough cases, all of which feature the work he has done. At the bottom of the pile, there is a photo of Jay at his police academy graduation, taken from afar.

“I found those in my dad's apartment a couple of months ago after he died. I guess he has been gathering those over the years since I joined CPD. I don't want to talk about my dad, but I- I want those in the box.”

Hailey knows not to ask anything more of him. The wounds from his dad's death are fresh, and he hasn't had the time to process. She is shocked he shared what he did. These paper clippings and photos are snippets into a strained father-son relationship- a tenuous dynamic between two men who had no idea how to be there for each other.

All she can do is force a soft smile and swallow the lump that has formed in her throat. He is healing and he is not shutting her out, and that is more than she could have said a couple of months ago. She leans forward to secure the clippings and the photo around the other artifacts he chose for the box, making sure every piece is visible.

“Well, that's pretty damn cool,” she whispers as she leans back to inspect the final product. “Thank you for letting me help.”

“Of course,” he clears his throat. “Thank you for buying it.”

Jay sits upright on the couch next to her and lets his eyes roam over the collage they had created. He sees people he loves, accolades he has earned, and affirmations he was desperate for for years.

He closes the glass door of the box and stands it up to face them. “I, um... I don't know if I'm going to put it on display out here. At least not yet. It's not that-”

“Jay,” she interrupts, turning to face him. “I don't care if you never put it on display, really. I bought this for you. Only you.”

He bobs his head up and down slowly, letting her words really sink in. These memories are his, and his alone.

He never does put that shadow box out on display, but it sits in the closet of every home he ever owns. He leaves it at eye level so he can see it every morning and let it remind him how far he has come.

#upstead #upstead fic #upstead fanfiction #hailey upton #jay halstead #Chicago PD #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #ill love you in every language fic

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𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 — mason mount

PART TWO

summary: after finding out your relationship had formed on the basis of a bet, you decide to make mason, declan, and ben pay for your forgiveness, all in good fun.

part one here

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“Did you mean what you said about resigning?” Mason asked quietly, head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. You were laying in the darkness, both waking up far too early for training today, and instead of getting some more sleep, you opted to talk about what happened last weekend.

You thought about his question, and reminded yourself how you felt in that moment. Hearing your relationship was a bet, it stung you once more. “I did. Because I genuinely thought you’d waited the full two months to just break my heart.” Your heart was beating faster, Mason could hear it, so he squeezed you tighter to him. “I really thought you’d not felt a thing for me at all.”

“I’m so sorry.” Mason’s voice was barely above a whisper, and he was pressing small kisses to your stomach in an effort to relax you. “I fell so hard for you, I still am. The guilt was eating me alive and instead of telling you, I ignored it. I pushed it away.”

“Let’s not let it dampen our day.” You mumbled against his hair, basking in the last few minutes of intimacy before the full day ahead of you. “We only have a few more training sessions until the first big qualifier. And I need you on your A game, Mount.”

You could hear his giggle as you reach for the lamp. “Yes coach, would you like a tea, coach?” He put on his best military voice, watching as you nodded your head and threw your legs over the bed.

The pair of you were showered and in your car, driving the usual route from your house to the training grounds. Mason had a larger house than you, that was for sure, but he preferred spending time at yours. Everything was yours, there wasn’t a single thing that didn’t fit who you were as a person. And he loved it.

“One last kiss,” Mason spoke quietly, knowing you weren’t really allowed to show any unprofessional behaviour whilst at work, “then we are back to a strict relationship.” You nodded, collecting your things that were at Mason’s feet. You quickly kissed him, watching him blush and bite his lip.

“From hours 9 to 3, you’re not my boyfriend.” You stated, pushing open your car door and waiting for Mason’s to be a safe distance away before you could begin your walk in.

The boys were all sat around, waiting for you. As you were their only trainer today, but you were supervising more than anything else. They knew what they were doing. You had your plans for them, Ben, Declan, and Mason in particular. You knew you’d been very lenient with them, even after finding out what they did. So you planned on working them a bit, and as their trainer, what can they say but yes?

“Morning, boys.” You called out, taking your coat off and earning a small wink from Mason, who was sat between Declan and Ben. “With your qualifier coming up soon, I need you all on your A game. So to warm up, I want you all in groups of three and passing to each other.” You looked over to the three you planned to overwork, gesturing for them to stand. “And you three will be taking two laps around the turf.”

You watched their face contort into a look of discomfort, making you smirk and sit down to watch them. Mason was huffing by the time he’d finished his two laps, waiting for the other two boys as they were joking about.

“You keep giggling like schoolgirls, I’ll send you on another lap.” You shouted to them both, Mason sending you a little smirk. He knew what you were doing, and quite frankly, he didn’t care. He’d do anything to make sure you knew how sorry he was and how much he loved you.

Mason caught your eyes, standing closer to you and sneakily holding a hand around your waist. You ignored him though, you were serious when you said you couldn’t act like a couple during work. His hand had retracted after a little while, when Declan and Ben had gotten back to you.

“Alright,” you scanned the area to find them things to do, “can you pick up all the cones and stack them up on the side?” Mason nodded, getting to work immediately as the other two boys huffed. You’d decided this would be it for now, you didn’t want to overwork them and then be unable to play their match.

“What did we do to you, Y/N?” Ben groaned, going to help Mason and Declan as they picked up the cones. You’d gotten a few looks from the other boys, followed by a few giggles. The whole thing was hilarious — there was no denying that.

When the boys had gone to lunch, you remained outside. You didn’t want to be seen by the trio, who would no doubt talk about you and bring up the bet. Your heart still squeezed whenever you thought about it, knowing that you must’ve been the laughing stock of their group chat at one point. The boys didn’t even know you knew about the bet, nor did they know that Mason was actually in love with you. You didn’t know how they were going to find out either.

As one final bit of work, you’d say the boys down at the end of the session. “You guys have done really well today, keep this work up and we’ll be winning our qualifiers.” You looked over to the pile of balls, jaw clenching at how difficult they were to pick up by yourself. “You three,” you pointed at Mason, Ben, and Declan, “can put the balls away. I bet you’ll do it quicker than me.”

The look on their faces were priceless, Declan flushing red as he scrambled to put the balls away. Mason had chuckled at you, despite being exhausted from all the work you had them do.

“I take it she knows about the bet,” Ben claimed, shoving a ball into the bag that Mason was holding open, “how did she take it?” Mason forgot the pair of them thought this was still a game, not knowing he’d fallen helplessly in love with you in the process.

“Bad. She threatened to resign but I told her I loved her.” Mason confessed, pulling the strings on the bag tight and dragging it to the cupboard.

Declan gasped theatrically, “why on Earth would you say that?”

“Because I do, idiot. I love her.” He looked over to you, laughing with Jude and Jack before following them inside. “A lot, actually.”

The three had entered the building once again, passing you on the way to the locker rooms. Declan had paused before going in, turning to approach you with Mason and Ben following closely behind.

“Y/N,” Declan alerted you, and you’d looked up from your phone, “I think we owe you an apology. It was nasty for us to bet Mason at all, let alone involve you. I’m really sorry.”

“Me too.”

“And me, three.” Mason had added, making you giggle.

“I forgive you, boys. Thanks for your help today.” You winked at them as they turned into the locker room, leaving Mason standing opposite you. “And you,” you poked his chest, “I love you. I really do.”

“I love you so much more.”

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Billy Russo x Female!Reader

Request by @nebulastarr : Hey! Whenever requests open up again, could you do a Billy Russo x Reader where the reader liked Billy but doesn’t want to tell him because she thinks he won’t feel the same way

A/N: I was going to wait and get down to writing this once I was finished with my series... But this one has simply hit a little too close to home. I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I saw it and I ended up putting a lot of personal stuff in it so I’m sorry if it feels chaotic at times. Thank you for requesting, love, I hope it lives up to your expectations. The Only Living Thing series will be back with its third part next week. The song: Isak Danielson - Power

All you heard was an excited scream, that raised above all of the New York’s past-6-pm commotion, as a slender tall body smashed into you, locking you in a bone-crushing hug. You laughed happily, albeit feeling a little bit uncomfortable in Karen’s strong hold. You knew it didn’t seem that way, but Karen packed a wicked punch in those elegant arms of hers. Those self-defense sessions with Frankie boy that she’s been gushing about over the phone must have been finally paying off.

“Once I am done hugging you, I am so kicking your ass,” she breathed out into your hair as she squeezed you harder, as if reading your thoughts. “You’ve been ghosting me for what, a month now?”

You sighed guiltily as Karen pushed you slightly away, keeping her hands on your shoulders. You watched her as she studied your face, a creeping smile stinging at the corners of her mouth.

Grabbing one of her elbows, you groaned dramatically, pulling her towards the busy road. With your hands locked, you finally admitted:

“I did suck at communicating these past couple of weeks. Work’s been…. hectic”, the lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but this was the best explanation you’ve been able to come up with so far. “Please don’t kill me”.

Trying to keep up with your power walk, Karen let a bubbling laughter leave her lips.

“You’re not the one who should be worried then,” she gave you one of those bright trademark smiles of hers. “Next time I’m going to interview Russo, I’ll…”

You stuttered at her tirade as you walked, and of course it didn’t go by unnoticed. Karen was the best journalist you have ever met during your prominent career. She just sensed that sort of thing.

“I’m getting this ‘I-meant-to-tell-you-Karen-but-I-didn’t-and-now-you’ll-need-to-fight-it-out-of-me’ vibe”, she gave you a scrutinising look. “Want to maybe share whatever it is you’ve been not telling me before I go full interrogation mode on your plump backside?”

You rolled your eyes as you led her to a terrace-ringed Upper East Side high-rise, waving to the doorman through the glass doors. Jackson, a thirty-five year old ex-military with three kids and a labrador, gave you a brilliant smile as he hurried to open them for you.

“Good evening, Mrs Y/L/N!” He bowed his head in a stiff, very army-like manner. “A package arrived this afternoon for you, should I bring it up?”

From the corner of your eye, you caught Karen looking around, confusion written all over her face. You had a lot to catch up on.

“Don’t worry about it, Jax, just give it to me,” you didn’t mean to urge him, but you couldn’t wait to change out of your corporate attire into some comfortable old pyjamas and crack open a bottle of whiskey - that’s right, some habits did die hard. And to think you were a bubbles-kind of girl a year ago when you met him.

You could feel Karen’s blue eyes drill a hole in the back of your head as you took a small, envelope-sized package from Jackson’s hands.

It wasn’t until you both stepped into the elevator that Karen cleared her throat.

“When you said you’d rather have a girls’ night in, I asked Frank to pick me up from Queens, not from…here,” she spoke, her eyes skimming expensive red wood and mirrors. “Did you finally sleep with Russo and moved in with him?”

Whatever it was that Karen expected you to say to that, it definitely didn’t include you spitting out a roaring laugh, as you nearly dropped the package on the floor.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” you informed her after you finally restored your breath. “I left Anvil. And, well, Russo. At the end of last month”.

—

A half-bottle of whiskey for you and a bottle of white wine for Karen later, both of you were sprawled out on the lambskins thrown over the hardwood floor in your living room. Jazz music was seeping out of the speakers by the TV, a couple of Diptyque candles emitting a soft yellow glow.

You stared at the ceiling of your new living quarters, your mind a blur. As you folded your hands on your stomach, you felt Karen twitch as she bent her elbow and leaned her blond head on the palm of her hand, facing you.

“So let me get this straight,” she paused, narrowing her eyes. “After becoming the Forbes’ hottest CSO, concluding what can easily be described as deals of the century - especially the one with Anthony Stark aka Iron Man and his magnificent goatee…”

Involuntary, you giggled at this. This talk brought out some very dear memories that you wouldn’t trade for the world - the way Billy’s dark eyes shimmered in the dim lights of the opera house as he gave you a look that said you did it, ever the perfect team… Or the way he threw his arms around your frame, his long fingers sliding down your back… You knew you looked good in that dress, but the moment Billy saw you wearing it… You felt like the only girl in the world, the way his jaw dropped a tad, his lips opening up in awe…

Oookay, Y/N, can’t go there, your mind screamed at you as you wiped that dreamy smile off your face. Sitting down, you took your whiskey glass, and washed those memories away with a gulp of amber liquid.

Meanwhile, Karen ranted on.

“…you just quit?!”

She jumped to her feet all of the sudden, brushing her blond hair away from her face as she watched you excitedly.

“Jesus Christ, did Billy make a move?! He made a move on you, didn’t he?”

The urge to facepalm was fierce, almost overpowering, but you managed to resist. Slamming your empty glass against the floor harder than you intended, you gave her a bored look.

“No, Karen, why… Why in the world would you think that?” You sounded just a little short of desperate, so you cleared your throat. “I was his second-in-command, that wouldn’t have been appropriate…”

When you were done studying the flame, dancing within the glass walls of one of the nearby candles, you raised your eyes to meet Karen’s. She wore quite possibly the most blatant look of ‘you are shitting me’ on her face.

“So you just quit?” she stared at you in disbelief, unblinking. “No explanations provided?”

“This wasn’t how it happened,” you said, hating the fact that you felt like you had to justify yourself. You brought your knees closer, hugging them tightly. “I…”

—

“…I’m here to see William Russo”.  

With a nonchalant gesture, you unbuttoned your Burberry coat, looking at a red-head secretary behind a desk that screamed power and status with every inch of its epic proportions.

Anvil was certainly new money. With all of those hedge funds injecting their cash into emerging companies, there was no shortage of these - entrepreneurial endeavours that didn’t last long.

You didn’t know that at the time, but you were going to make sure this one would.

“My name is Y/N Y/N/L,” you added, perching your sunglasses on top of your head. “He’s expecting me.”

The red-head gave you a polite smile before checking something on her Mac.

“Welcome, Miss Y/N/L,” she almost seemed shy, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before standing up. “Mr Russo is indeed waiting for you. If you would like to follow me, please”.

As the redhead led you through the training grounds, packed with fit men and women that looked like they walked straight outta Gym Shark ad, you did notice a couple of vagrant stares in your direction. You couldn’t blame them. You looked slightly out of place; more Vogue than the setting allowed for.

You quit your job as the COO of a global FinTech company just weeks ago, looking for a new challenge. It was an adventure of a lifetime, and while your ex-executive board had literally begged you to stay, once you’d decided something, no promise of a generous promotion could make you change your mind. While you absolutely loved your job, working for one of the most prominent online payment giants in the world, it felt like it was time for you to step down. Due to all the processes and wise investments you’d initiated, the company could make millions of profits without their CEO having so much as to lift a finger.

And you, well, you lived for the hustle. And that’s exactly what you were here for.

You still had your doubts about Anvil’s owner and acting CEO, though. William “Billy” Russo had already become a household name in the financial circles, albeit the company he was spearheading had little to do with the FinTech space. Some said he had the potential to succeed; others badmouthed him for being ruthless and balancing on the very edge of legal limits.

In short, the man had you intrigued. So the very moment he called and invited you to drop by Anvil to talk strategy, you knew you had to meet him.

See the beast for yourself, so to speak.

The first thing you noticed about William Russo as you walked into his office, spacious and entirely transparent, with its glass walls overlooking the training grounds, was experience, for the lack of a better word. It was etched into his every handsome feature, especially into his scruff strong-willed jaw. As he raised his gaze to meet yours upon the red-head’s announcement, his black eyes swallowing you whole, you realized no light reflected on their surface. There was a certain confidence to him as he raised from his chair, his white shirt straining some over his chest, long dark strands of hair falling onto his long eyelashes. This man meant business, as those black impenetrable eyes zeroed in on yours. He almost seemed too flawless - to spotless to be an ex-marine, stained with blood and murder.

All that Hallmark handsomeness was nothing but a cover.

Before William Russo had even got a chance to open his mouth, you were determined to find out what was lurking underneath.

“Mrs Y/L/N”, the hot-shot gave you a polite smile. “Thank you for coming”.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Russo”, you didn’t move an inch. He may have invited you for interview, but he wasn’t the only one with a long set of demands.

You briefly wondered if he knew that.

Before your thoughts could take you further, William Russo made his way to you, composed and calculated. He stopped by your side, albeit for a moment; rolling the sleeves of his shirt further up, he shot the red-head a charming smile (nothing like the one he gave you).

“Olivia, would you please bring a fresh pot of coffee to the conference room? Mrs Y/L/N and I have a lot to discuss”.

When he turned back to face you, you noted unconsciously that he was taller than you expected, the top of your head barely reaching his shoulders. The cool and composed look was back on his face as he motioned towards the doors.

“Would you like to follow me, Mrs…”

“Y/N”, you cut in with a slight raise of your chin. “I’d also prefer to call you William while I tear Anvil’s strategy down”.

His reaction didn’t disappoint. Some tension left his arms, his stung-up body relaxing just enough for a spark of mischief and curiosity flicker its way to his eyes’ surface.

A twinkle of a smile danced across his lips as he bit on the inside of his cheek, nodding ever so slightly in approval.

“It’s Billy”, he said, amusement echoing in his every word. "I don’t expect any leniency, Y/N”.

“Good”, you replied instantly, looking him straight into his eyes. “That’s not what I came here for”.

He nodded again.

And this time, there was liveliness in the quirk of his brow and a touch of insecurity in the corners of his mouth.

Now that was the man you could potentially work with.

—

Working with William Russo was anything but predictable. There were, however, certain patterns to his way of handling things. Whatever the trouble was, Billy was good at seeing the bigger picture - he was usually able to put things into perspective, but there were occasions when he refused to. You dare say that sometimes, you felt like he thought that money didn’t matter - like Anvil’s financial prosperity didn’t matter - as long as his team got not to risk their lives one extra time. You watched him turn down several lucrative deals that you’d busted your ass to put on his table, because it involved sending his men a little too far from home, in a place where he had no strings to pull whatsoever should anything go south. A part of you (the part that wasn’t frustrated as hell) admired him for that - it didn’t, however, stop you from disagreeing with him, time and again.

You may have never been to Iraq, and may have never known the horrors of sleeping with the bombs exploding a mere kilometer away, but you knew a game-changer when you saw it. There were risks involved, there was no arguing about that, but those were calculated, and those kind of deals could make Anvil jump straight to the top of the private military sector overnight.

William and you disagreed.

When William and you disagreed, no voice was raised, no blood was spilt, but Billy usually became distant, cold and just short of snappy when those conversations took place. 

He only crossed the line once.

  You were three months into your job as Anvil’s Chief Strategy Officer when Mayhew happened.

The clock on your desk showed midnight as you paced in your office, on the phone with Rex Mayhew, the U.S. Ambassador in Cairo. A cat-and-mouse game between the Egyptian Armed Forces and the nefarious arms dealer group had become common knowledge since a week or so; the U.S. special forces got involved in the conflict when it’d been discovered that the arms were being transported onto American soil. Rex, an old friend from your Yale days, had let you in on the fact that General Richard Ravelin, in charge of the operation, was looking to reinforce his rangs with private military before “neutralising the threat”. This was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, with a potential governmental recognition in play… and Billy wanted to hear nothing of it.

You were exhausted and barely hanging in there; Billy was categorical and stubborn.

You’ve dropped the phone on your table promising Rex you were going to give him an answer in two hours, tops. Taking a deep breath, you walked out of your office, your bare feet thudding on the parquet floors of the corridor. When you reached Billy’s hideout, you found the man leaning against his desk with a glass of whiskey in his unnerved hand.

“Billy…” you spoke firmly, barely stepping through the doorway. “Rex…”

“Can go fuck himself”.

Oh, okay. No sugarcoating this. Alright.

You saw his lips barely touch the amber liquid as he slammed the glass against the surface of his desk.

“I said no, Y/N,” he wasn’t facing you anymore, leaning on his desk with his hands digging into the wood, his back tense. “Please just go home. Have a good night sleep. We will talk about this tomorrow.”

You could have sworn you felt your head starting to fume. This was the third time Billy Russo was shutting you down. For the third time he was making you feel like an incompetent fool when you were trying to do your goddamn job.

Why in hell would he hire you if whatever vision you had for Anvil didn’t match with his own?!

“You could at least say this to my face, Billy,” you spoke a bit harshly before you could stop yourself. “You know, to my tired and disappointed face, with a mouth that you have been shutting up every time it offers you a deal of the century”.

This sounded so much better in your head.

“Why did you hire me?” you asked almost immediately, trying to soften the impact of the words that had already escaped. “If this isn’t the direction in which you want to take your company, maybe I should just…”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N, just fucking leave already!” Billy snapped like a branch that’s been holding too much weight, the sound of it dry and final.

…maybe I should just rethink the entire plan.

There was no point in finishing that sentence now, was there?

“I was there long before you came along, so I’d think I know a shitstorm in the making when I see one!” Billy was looking at you alright, brushing his hair back, his eyes black and void.

You had wished It would have been new to you - looking in William Russo’s eyes and not seeing him there. But it wasn’t. He was back to his Hallmark version of a man, but instead of playing a hero, he was now putting on his villain guise.

“Let’s get something straight here,” he leaned back on his desk, crossing his arms on his chest, his black eyes narrowed. “While you were making your way to the top of a rich-ass cookie-cutter FinTech company, I was crawling in the dirt in Iraq under a downpour of the Trident D5LE missiles. While the closest thing you’ve come to havin’ your hands dirty was bribing an investor or two, I was fucking beheadin’ people under the direction of the CIA,” his words were cold, measured and rhythmic, like a round of bullets being fired on a range. “You know nothing of what’s it like to be in the middle of that kind of shit show, princess, so when I fucking say no, you listen. Is that clear?”

Bark. Sit. Roll over.

“Crystal. Sir.”, you finally broke the heavy silence hanging in the air, just barely resisting the urge to salute him. “I’ll see myself out.”

Biting the inside of your cheek like your life depended on it, once you turned your back on him, your first thought was don’t you dare cry on his account, bitch and then almost right away wait at least until you’re home.

You could have sworn you heard William call your name in a stranded voice, but you made sure to slam the door somewhat hard as you left his office so you could pretend you didn’t hear him.

If you were to face him now, with all that power and toughness he exuded… You would never admit it, even to yourself, but you’d just end up on the floor, huddled into a shivering little ball.

—

You were grateful that the next day after the shit went down with Mayhew fell on a Friday. When you stumbled into your apartment in Queens at almost one in the morning, you immediately shot an email to the HR department asking for a day off. Once that’d been done, you dialled Rex to decline his offer to introduce Anvil to general Ravelin, washed the makeup off your face and crawled into bed, hugging the second pillow close to your chest.

You didn’t cry, if that’s what you’re wondering.

As you rolled out of bed in the morning at around 8 am, you took a shower and grabbed a coffee from the kitchen before settling behind your home office desk with a heavy head. When you opened up the Keynote presentation with your strategy outlined for the H1, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at the iPhone you left on your couch last night.

You weren’t going to check if you had any missing calls.

There was nothing you had left to say to each other.

…with your chest hollow, you powered up the screen. There were no missed calls and no new messages.

It all looked like you had another strategy to build now. If Billy Russo thought that calling you a rich-ass princess that knew nothing of the world, all butterflies and rainbows, was going to make you resign, then man, was he in for a surprise.

You once heard one of his men compare you to a military convoy, when the guy thought you weren’t listening.

He had no idea.

You spent the morning refilling you coffee cup and rebuilding your H1 plan from scratch. After about eleven calls with the people you knew could get you a foot in the door of the offices of some government officials, billionaires and generals, after typing, deleting and typing again for 5 hours straight, by 2pm you had a solid game plan. You were pretty sure it would still need some tweaking from Castle, who essentially held the role of the Chief Operating Officer, dispatching men and women on missions and planning operations, and, well, from Billy Russo.

The Badass-ex-Sniper-turned-CEO himself.

You kept the email short and to-the-point, sending the document over to Russo with Castle on copy, saying you’d be in the office to debrief on Monday.   Refusing to check whether your email’d been opened, you slammed your MacBook shut.

The rest of the day rolled on uneventfully. You grabbed a coffee with the People Culture Officer from your previous company, who also happened to be one of your dearest friends; then you picked up your dry cleaners and did some shopping, cracking for a pair of new shoes in Saks Fifth Avenue.

Shoes were, indeed, your weakness.

By the time you got home, the tired sun was yawning, stretching its rays in one last effort before rolling into bed. Humming a Dua Lipa song under your breath, you were putting your new Jimmy Choo’s away when you suddenly heard your phone ring.

You didn’t even have to look at it to know who it was.   You checked the time, however, noticing is was two minutes after the official end of the working day.

“Hi, Y/N”, Billy spoke, clearing his throat. “Are you… Um… Any chance you’re available to meet tonight? I would really appreciate it if you could give me fifteen minutes of your time. Please.”

It sounded like the real Billy Russo was back around. Insecure. Rugged. Imperfect.

“Can you pick me up?” you asked softly, “I’ll text you my address. There’s a pizza place just around the corner, I could use a free slice”, you circled the cold coffee cup you left on the counter with your finger. “Free as in you’re paying, Russo”.

A laugh that came somewhere from within caressed your ear.

“Uh, yes, I’m actually… Yeah, thanks. I’m leaving the office now,” even if he tried to hide it, a shocked surprise still seeped through the cracks in between the vowels.

You chuckled silently at his reaction.

“Just one more thing,” you ventured, placing the cup in the sink and making your way to the balcony - your small piece of heaven with a wooden chair, pillows and lavender. As you stepped outside, you put oyour free hand on the railing, just to feel the coolness of it, the evening air and the gentle flower smell stroking your skin. “What kind of car should I be on the lookout for?”

Billy hesitated, biting his bottom lip, running his nervous fingers through the thick strands of dark hair. The setting sun was hitting him just from the right angle, making his sculpted cheeks look like they were made of marble.

“A Rolls Royce Wraith”, he squirmed, rubbing his forehead, probably realising how lame and pretentious it sounded. “I’ll call you once I’m downstairs”.

“Uh-huh”, you smirked, leaning on the railing with your forearms.

You saw Russo pinch the bridge of his nose, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip again.   Your small balcony provided quite a view, when you really thought about it.

“Don’t take too long”, you couldn’t help it, it really was stronger than you. “I’m starving”.

With a wide grin, you dropped the call and went back into your apartment.

You were planning to make him wait for ten extra minutes when he would finally “arrive”.

Just for the hell of it.

—

“That’s a lot of hot sauce for one pizza”, Billy commented, watching you spray your truffles and cheese generously with the piquant olive oil.

You gave him a mischievous smile.

“What can I say,” you shrugged, leaning back in your chair and licking the tip of your finger after you swept a drop of it from the top of the bottle. “I like them hot”.

That startled a laugh out of Billy as he eyed you with something in his irises looking a lot like awe.

Just when he was about to speak, a servant brought a glass of red wine for him and bottle of sparkling water for you.

You thanked the guy with a sweet smile, while Billy eyed him a bit coldly, obviously waiting for him to leave.

When the waiter had finally made himself scarce, Billy softly called your name.

You raised your eyes to meet him, struggling as hell to keep your stare vacant. (Which was hard to do with some foreign tightness in your throat).

“Before we dig in and I hope spend a nice evening as two friends, getting together on a Friday night”, he didn’t even blink? Was he blinking? You couldn’t tell, his black eyes swallowing you whole, again. “I want to apologise. I was completely out of line… It was unacceptable. You don’t need my validation, of course, but I still want you to know that you are doing a terrific job at Anvil, taking us to the heights I never even thought existed. It’s just… It’s hard for me sometimes to be a good CEO and someone who promised to take care of my men at the same time… Everything is happening so fast, I’m afraid to lose my footing.”

You reached out for his hand across the table before you could stop yourself. You didn’t take it, but your fingers brushed his ever so slightly before you realized what you were just about to do. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, searching for a reaction.   Billy remained perfectly still, not taking his eyes off you.

You grabbed a napkin next to his wrist, pretending this was what you had meant to do all along.   “We’ll get there, Billy”, you said, a small encouraging smile blooming on your lips. “We just need some tweaking”.

You weren’t sure if you were talking about strategy at this point anymore.

—

You had a great time at dinner.

(And a whole-hearted laugh as Billy finished your remainders of the truffle pizza, downing a litre of water to numb down the burning sensation in his throat afterwards).

You talked about your respective lives, your ex-colleagues, your hopes for the future… You dared think this who the real Billy Russo was.

And he was incredible.

After the two of you were done with dinner, you offered him to come upstairs to your place and go through the new strategy together. He didn’t hesitate, although you could swear you’d seen something ambiguous flash in the depths of his dark eyes before he nodded.

(You must have imagined it.)

The two of you ended up sprawled out on your soft faux fur carpet talking game plan, bouncing ideas off each other. You watched Billy frown, as he rubbed his mouth with his long fingers, smile in excitement and shake his head in awe when you voiced your ideas - you felt proud and appreciated, and you wouldn’t trade the sensation for anything in the world.

A couple of hours later the two of you had finally decided that it was enough brainstorming for one night, and you rose to your feet to go and make Billy a coffee before he got behind the wheel. As you pushed the start button on your coffee machine, you heard him speak over the noise.

“You know I’ve done four tours - three in Iraq and one in Afghanistan”, you popped your head up, only to see him play absentmindedly with something on his chest. “And every time I’m considering a mission for Anvil, I find myself back in there again… A part of a death squad.”

You carefully picked up his cup of coffee and made your way back to him. You didn’t say a word as you leaned lower to hand it over to him, encouraging him to go on.   Billy thanked you in a whisper before clearing his throat.

“Every time I have to send them somewhere, especially overseas, I force myself to stop and think… Is this really worth it? Is a fat check really worth putting the lives of my men and women in danger? And most importantly - you may think it’s stupid…” he avoided your gaze, staring into his coffee cup, a miserable smile on his lips. “I think, will it make a difference? If one of them dies on a mission, I have to at least know they made a difference… it’s selfish and it’s more about the peace of my own mind, but it is what it is, you know?”

When he looked up at you, his eyes were full, full to the brim. There was so much emotion in them, hatred, misery, hope, adoration, all whipped in a wild mix that was Billy Russo’s dark, velvet eyes.

“I carry these at all times,” the fingers of his free hand dropped to his chest, as he got a hold of something hanging around his neck. A necklace? “When in doubt, I just look at them - they help me remember where I’ve been and what I’ve done - and I just know if it’s worth it or not. The answer is usually no, by the way”.

He smiled again, the curve of his lips looking less haunted this time, as he sipped on his coffee.

Dog tags. Those were Russo’s dog tags.

“So they’re your reminder that, even being a badass CEO of a private military company”, you couldn’t help but feel some kind of zero gravity settling in your lower stomach as you saw him chuckle at your words. “…you still have a heart”.

“How poetic”, Billy teased you without missing a beat, putting the empty cup on the floor next to him. “But yeah. Sort of, I guess”.

As you fell asleep that night, you dreamed about explosions, piquant olive oil and holding Billy Russo’s dog tags in your hand.

—

The time flew by after that. In 8-month time (after some tweaking) Billy Russo and you became a team. It sometimes felt like nothing could stop you, as long as you were together.

It should not have come as a surprise that the two of you earned yourselves a catchy nickname - at first, it was spoken solely behind your backs, but soon enough it became some kind of a title, more powerful than that of the CEO or the CSO.

Anvil’s men and women (and especially Frank - the fact that he invented the nickname secretly tickled him pink) - were now calling you Bonnie and Clyde. The ultimate partners in crime, against all odds, doing the impossible.

The two of you also settled in an almost homely kind of routine. Ever since that Mayhew fiasco and the day that followed, Friday had become the non-spoken partners in crime day. What it meant in practice was exchanging Friday jokes on Anvil’s internal communications suite…

(Billy once attacked you with a “would you look at this, just found the actual footage of your interview @ Anvil”. Before you even got a chance to answer, he forwarded you a cheesy meme with two old women speaking to each other, one of them saying “We need someone who can do the job of two men”, and the other responding “oh, so it’s only a part-time job then”. When you shot him back a message asking whether he really considered himself an arthritic old woman, that seemed to have shut him up).

…grabbing a beer in a bar nearby…

(you sometimes invited your colleagues to join you, plus it was an unspoken rule that Frank and Karen were to be there as well)

…you making fun of Billy Russo’s eating habits…

(It was honestly a nuisance to have a lunch with him. The list of things he refused to eat went on and on: no asian food, no food chain restaurants (even high-rated), no soups, no cheesecakes… He sure was settling well in that peaceful life he earned after spending all those tours living off canned food).

…and just overall enjoying each other’s company.

By the time the ninth month of your being Anvil’s CSO had rolled in, you couldn’t imagine not seeing Billy Russo every day. Not noticing him rolling his eyes at a smart-ass comment you or Frank made, or his orbs lighting up every time you told him the deal with that or this decision maker had gone through. You simply could not understand how you managed to live day in and day out, and think you were genuinely happy, before you actually met Billy. Everything before him just faded away somehow, your memories lost their colour and spike in comparison to the life you were living now. You kicked ass at your job, your career thrived, but most importantly, you were feeling like this was exactly where you were meant to be, braving the obstacles by Billy Russo’s side, knowing he would catch you should you fall.

He would, wouldn’t he?

It was your usual Friday night outing, the seven of you - Billy, Frank, Karen, Curtis, James from legal, Ashley from mine clearance and yourself - occupying your usual table at Whimsy, the bar that must have made 90% or their revenus off of Anvil’s folk. It was just around the corner from the headquarters, after all.

The overall mood of the evening was rather nostalgic. It’d been four weeks since you’d lost a team member in a crossfire in Falluja, Iraq. After everything was said and done, his loss still hung heavy in the air, and it felt right to get one more drink in Jasper’s honour. The conversation flowed easily, even though the topics you’d spoken about were anything but.

“I remember how I felt when I lost Andy”, Ashley nursed her beer as she stared into the distance. “I just literally had the weight of the entire world on my shoulders, pinning me to the ground, I just couldn’t move on”, she finished her bottle in one go and motioned for the bartender to bring her another one. “Sometimes, I just ask myself, what would have I done if I’d known he was going to die the next day? Would I have stopped him from going? I think I would,” she thanked the bartender as he put the beer in front of her, her eyes a bit foggy. “Yeah, I definitely would have.”

Frank grasped Ashley’s shoulder and squeezed it hard in a comforting gesture; Karen gave her a tender look.

You didn’t know why your mind had gone there, but all of the sudden a memory of Billy sitting in his office chair, laughing his ass off at some offhand comment you’d made flashed before your eyes; it quickly got replaced by the recollection of his hand brushing against yours during the Zoom meeting you’ve had with general Warren Singer; then you remembered him putting his hand on the small of your back, staring daggers at some army brat wanting to join Anvil, eyeing you like a piece of meat (you learned later that day that the man’d been thrown out before having a chance to introduce himself); until finally, your brain stopped dead at the picture of Billy running his nervous fingers through his hair as he called you from his car, telling you he was only leaving the office.

What would you do if you knew he was going to die tomorrow?

Your heart sunk at the thought as you gulped hard, ducking your head and staring at your hands folded in your lap.

A soft touch enveloping your elbow had you facing the man of the hour, his black eyes shimmering with concern.

“Are you okay?” he half-whispered, half-mouthed, not letting go of your hand.

No.

Nothing is okay, Billy.

I’m so happy that I met you, but you’re scaring the hell out of me.

I never wanted any form of eternity until now, I never saw the point…

So stay. Please, stay forever, and feel something for me, too.

“Yes. I’m fine,” you whispered back, staring into his eyes, hypnotised and helpless. You watched him turn away from you as if in slow motion, the warmth of his hand leaving nothing behind but emptiness in your bones.

“Here is to always telling the things that matter to the people who matter”, Billy spoke firmly, raising his beer. “Here’s to never missing a chance to open up to the people we love”.

Well, if this was his way of crossing the t's and putting the dots to the i’s regarding his feelings for you, he couldn’t have been clearer.  

As far as confessions of love went, this one was non-existent.

—

You tried, time and again, to convince yourself you had to go. You learned the hard way that your unrequited feelings were feeding on a sort of inadvertent parasitic relationship where every moment of your day depended on the level of Billy’s unintentional emotional indifference. Your days were spent questioning his every move - every look and every touch; until, the grown-ass woman that you were, you’d commanded yourself to stop second-guessing everything - stop feeling - and decided your best course of action would be… to work yourself into the ground.

If Billy ever noticed anything, he didn’t show it - your were still you, after all, working hard, laughing when he said something funny, calling him out on his bullshit when needed. He didn’t notice slight change in your eyes, when their icy surface cracked at every other compliment he threw in your direction (and there was no shortage of those). He didn’t realize the smile you gave him was different from those tightlipped signs of appreciation you gave to Anvil’s potential clients, he didn’t think twice about the reason for which you glowed around him, your every move softening, your every gesture emanating warmth.

Because Billy hadn’t really known you until you started to have feelings for him.

You knew this couldn’t go on forever. This entire situation was bound to result in some explosion of nuclear proportions, and then all hell would break loose. You needed to get yourself out of this situations, but you just… couldn’t. You couldn’t imagine your life without Billy Russo. You couldn’t leave him.

Even if being friends with him meant tearing yourself apart and suffering in silence.

  Long story short, you waited with fear in your bones for someone to walk into your life and to get you out. You’ve had no fight left in you to do it yourself.

Your salvation came in the form of a phone call on a Friday evening, when Billy was on a recruiting mission in California.

You were typing back a response to his cheeky message when the call cut in half-sentence.

Billy Russo: Please remind me to take you with me instead of Frank next time? He’s driving me insane trying to set me up with the ladies from the Organising Committee. Any ideas on how I can calm him the fuck down?

You: Sorry, Billy, but recruiting is out of my mission scope. As for the calm down part, try bondage maybe? :)

Billy Russo: I’m going to pretend you did not just suggest I engage in sexual practices with Frankie. Karen will have my balls.

Billy Russo: But perhaps you’re right. Taking you with me is probably not a good idea. Wouldn’t want my new recruits’ brains to turn into mush because of how beautiful you are.

You: The flattery will….

“Hello? Y/N speaking”, you brought your phone close to your ear, your cheeks still a lovely shade of pink. If you were going to feel miserable when Billy came back, acting like nothing happened, you were sure going to make the best of that fuzzy feeling in your chest right now.

“Miss Y/N/L”, a smooth deep voice greeted you, and you could have sworn you’d heard it many times before. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”

Frowning in an attempt to remember, you urged:

“No, not at all. How can I help you?” you stared into the screen of your Mac, wheels turning in your head as you silently catalogued all the men you were in discussions with regarding a deal. “I didn’t catch your name…”

“Oh, how rude of me”, the man chuckled but there was no mockery in his voice, more like self-depreciation. “Tony Stark, from Stark Industries”.

Your mind went blank. Did you hear his last words correctly?

“Uh… Mr. Stark”, you quickly got a hold of yourself - well, as quickly as you could. “I appreciate you reaching out to me directly. What can Anvil do for you?”

You did a pretty bang-up job trying to mask your amazement with polite cheerfulness, and Stark had caught on that.

Tony Stark just called your cellphone number. What in the world?…

“We don’t really do alien invasions”.

Ohyourgod, did you just say it out loud?!

His uproarious laughter took you by surprise, reverberating through your entire body. It took every ounce of your self-control not to giggle in response.

“That’s a good one, I love it”, Stark finally said, restoring his breath. “And the better question would be, Y/N - can I call you Y/N? - what you can do for me”.

Before your brain could take you into some naughty direction, freaking Iron Man cleared his throat.

“Okay, this came out wrong,” he admitted with a sense of self-irony. “I um… I’m looking for the Co-Chief Executive Officer for Stark Industries. Well, Virginia Potts is actually looking for a Co-CEO, I’m just her errand boy. And my missions apparently include recruiting…. Anyway,” it was a bit of a challenge to follow Anthony Stark’s train of thought, but you were also still shocked, so that could explain it. “…I think you are the perfect fit for the job”.

You just stared into the screen front of you, your breathing barely audible.

“Mrs Potts and I would love it if you could swing by the A-Tower, let’s say, on Thursday? You’ll be surprised, but I can also whip up a mean cup of coffee…”

Say something.

Fucking hell.

Say something!…

“Thursday sounds great,” you blurted out without thinking. “Let me just shuffle my schedule around… I could stop by after lunch?”   Your hands were slightly shaking as you clicked on your mouse, opening your schedule window.

“Whatever works for you, Y/N”, you could hear Stark smile. “Not to sound like a creep, but I’ve been following your career for quite a while now, and I think that the work you've done in such a short span of time for Anvil is outstanding, even though you still don’t offer protection from alien invasions”.

That made you chuckle, pushing you halfway out of your stupor.

“I’ll put that on the list of things for us to consider”, you promised.

"Tell Mr. Russo I sent my best,” Stark added, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. “I actually might have some ideas for how we could collaborate. Let's discuss this on Thursday, too, shall we?”

After you said your goodbyes, you fell back in your chair, dropping your iPhone on the table.

You: The flattery will….

...get you nowhere.

You never finished that message, leaving Russo on Read.

—

Starting with that evening, things were moving fast - too fast for you to keep track.

After a three-hour long coffee and the tour of the A-Tower, Virginia Potts, the acting CEO of the Stark Industries, had offered you the job - just like that - and asked you to come back to her executive assistant should you wish to take the job, with your salary expectations and the information about your notice period. You thanked her for her time and promised to get back to her as soon as you made your decision.

Virginia Potts was a brilliant woman; but running a company like Stark Industries while being equipped with a vagina was certainly no walk in the park. Sexism was still very much present within the Boards of the Tech Businesses. You understood perfectly well why she wanted a woman in her corner - it would have been a massive slap in the Board’s face, but it was also about having someone to lean on, who just understood.

In any other circumstances you would have peed your pants in excitement. It was an opportunity to work for Stark Industries - no, scratch that - it was an opportunity to step in as a Stark Industries co-CEO. The idea of it still made you dizzy.

…but as you looked at Virginia’s email sent to your personal address thanking you for stopping by, your eyes were swimming with tears.

You weren’t ready to leave Billy.  You just couldn’t.  You couldn’t leave him.   There was no epic finale to your story. There was no big revelation, no closure, no moment of relief, no acceptance, nothing. Only a fat-ass what if.

And you didn’t know how to let go of a what if with Billy Russo.

And that was exactly why you had to do it.

You heard Billy come in the next Monday earlier than usual. He was positively humming Usher’s Yeah! quietly as he made his way past your office’s doors straight into his own.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You’ve been psyching yourself up during the entire weekend, telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal, we wouldn’t even flinch when you were going to tell him.

You had to tell him.

As you stood up from your chair, straightening you skirt with the palms of your hands, you suddenly heard the footsteps coming back in your direction. You froze in place like a deer in headlights when Billy swung open the door to your office, a box of Pierre Hermé macarons in his hands.

Your goddamn favorite Pierre Hermé macarons.

“You’re here!” Billy’s warm smile illuminated the room. “So much for a surprise, huh?”

He shook the box carefully in the air. You stared at it, dumbfounded, every single thought leaving you.

You couldn’t breathe.

In the hazy morning light seeping through the windows of your office, Billy looked beautiful and dissolute, shirt open at the collar, longer strands of dark hair falling into his eyes.

He was going to be the death of you. It really wasn’t fair.

“Billy, I have to tell you something.”

Was it you who spoke those words? They seemed distant and cold, so uncharacteristically detached.

Blood roared in your ears.

“What’s wrong?”

Billy’s reaction was instant. In three decisive steps he closed the distance that separated you, leaving the macarons on your desk. He stood still just mere inches away, and just like during your very first meeting, you had a fleeting thought cross your mind: you really were tiny next to him, the top of your head barely reaching his shoulders.

You bit the inside of your bottom lip, trying to keep your composure. He stared at you unblinking. He wasn’t touching you, but it felt like his eyes were looking straight into your soul, undressing you, blowing that wall you built around yourself into dust. They were taking you down, piece by piece, determined to see what you’d been keeping from him.   Because, of course, he knew. He should have known something was going on. Hence the surprise this morning.

He had no idea what it was though.

“Maybe you should sit,” you said, making a physical effort to tear your eyes away from him, feigning sudden interest in the buttons of his shirt.

  That chest…

  …was going to be just fine. He didn’t feel the same way you did. He would just find someone else to fill your position. With brilliant women stalking him - in cooperative packs - that would not be a problem.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you”.

You squeezed your eyes shut as soon as his words reached your ears.  Fucking hell, you should have done that by phone. Or with other people around. You should have…

“You’re leaving”, you heard Billy repeat as his voice broke a little. He stepped away, burying his face in his hands as he dragged them down his jaw and neck, staring into the ceiling.

“Billy, listen, I…”

You were the one to close the space between the two of you this time, and before you could think too much into it… You threw your hands around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck.

The sensation struck you like a bolt of lightening when you felt his hands cross behind you back and pull you closer.

He smelled heavenly. Like a forest fire, a hint of smoke with oud and pine. You inhaled deep, deeper still, losing yourself in his comforting touch.

In his arms, just for a second there, you felt home.

“You… The company doesn’t need me anymore”, you nearly choked on words, screaming internally at yourself to keep the waterworks at bay. “It’s thriving, there’s not much else I can give you. My job here is done.”

I need to leave because your indifference is destroying me, and when I think I’m ready to let go, all it takes is one look from you, and I’m back to wanting you, to settling for anything you give me, like a goddamn fool.

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/N?!” Billy exclaimed, his hands grasping your shoulders as he distanced your bodies just enough for him to look into your eyes. “I nee- The company needs you! I was… You know, I was planning to make you the CEO of Anvil in a couple months time,” his smile, as earnest as it was, did not reach his eyes. “Yeah”, noticing your eyes go wide in shock, he let his hands slide down your sides. “You’re so much better at it than I ever was. I was going to join Frank and just manage operations… under you”.

You just stared at him, dumbfounded, not feeling a stray tear escape your eye and rolling down your cheekbone.

“These are the tears of happiness, I hope”, Billy added, and you barely registered his touch as his thumb wiped the salty drop off. “Well, I guess Anvil will have to settle for the little old me. With my best girl going places."

You gave him a strained smile before you carefully wiped your cheeks, just taking a moment to look at him. To try and read him.

Billy Russo was a goddamn ceiling. Plain white, cool and unattainable. In all of your time working for him, you have never seen this Hallmark version of him before. Which one was it?  

Oh wait, you guessed you knew. The happy-for-you friend.

“So where are you going?” Billy asked, his eyes empty. “Who snatched you away from m- Anvil?”

The stutter was so subtle you barely noticed. You were finally tired of reading into shit.

“Stark Industries. I’ll be their co-CEO”.

—

Before you left Anvil you promised yourself you’d get the deal with Stark Industries up and running. There was no one in the world you trusted more in terms of security than Billy.

(The fact that you couldn’t keep your heart safe from him didn’t really count, did it?)

As a matter of fact, Billy and you were going to shake hands with Anthony Stark on the deal on your last night of being Anvil’s CSO. It was happening in The Metropolitan Opera and required both Billy and yourself to dress for the occasion.   He promised to come pick you up at 6pm sharp; you were putting on the Jimmy Choo’s you’d bought a coulee months ago in Saks Fifth Avenue when you heard a low knock on your door.

Straightening up, you threw a quick glance at your reflection in the mirror. You decided to go with a long Marchesa black velvet gown with a rather deep V-line, a pair of long diamond earrings and an elegant half-up half-down hairdo, soft curls in the front framing your face.

“I’m coming”, you yelled out, picking up your leather jacket (because why the hell not) and your purse from the kitchen counter. Sharply opening the entrance door, you realized moments later that you didn’t even take time to prepare yourself for seeing William Russo in a tux.

If you weren’t already half in love with him, the sight before your eyes would have sealed the deal.

God-fucking-damn, like he needed any help being unforgettable.

With a black jacket thrown on a crisp white shirt with a couple of buttons undone and the tie hanging loosely around his neck, Billy was here to make a statement, to leave a mark. His hair was coiffed back in his usual style; honest to God, he looked like he just stepped out of the Man of the Year special GQ edition…

Just when your thoughts were about to switch to the way you must have looked next to him, ridiculous in your simplicity, like you refused to make an effort…

…Your eyes met his.

And the way he looked at you was so intense, his big black eyes with galaxies in them probing into yours, his strong jaw slack. There was beauty and tragedy reflecting in those orbs, but only just for a second - just for a second, he looked at you the way he probably looked at the sky he could never reach. Just for a second, he looked at you the way that made your heart beat twice as fast, like the world could crumble all around him and he still would not have blinked.

Would not have taken his eyes off you.

“Wow, Y/N, you look… You look beautiful”, he finally said. “I just can't spot a part of you that beats the other.”

Something in your chest exploded silently.

“Thank you, Billy,” you smiled at him - a genuine and happy smile, because you felt on top of the world with his adoring eyes on you. “You’re quite a catch yourself”.

Before you could scold yourself for your choice of words, you stepped out of your apartment and locked the door behind you.

“Shall we?” Billy offered his hand to you, without hesitation it seemed.

“We shall”, you replied instantly, slowly sliding your hand into the crook of his elbow.

And, just like always, you were going to enjoy it while it lasted.

—

The crowd in the opera was so posh, the looks all the women had been throwing you first made you question your choice of outfit. It’s after overhearing their conversations that you realized, the reason they stared daggers at you was the man that kept by your side no matter where you went.

Virginia and Anthony welcomed you at the buffet with sun-stained sincere smiles. After a short small talk, Anthony Stark informed you both that he had signed the contract earlier today, thus officially giving Anvil an exclusive security deal with Stark Industries. As of now, Anvil was the only company allowed on the Stark Industries’ premises in the quality of guards and protection officers.

The look Billy and you exchanged spoke volumes; while your eyes were sparkling with excitement though, screaming “we did it!!”, his bottomless black eyes were whispering “thanks to you”.

The four of you then shook hands and went through rounds of gratitude and appreciation; when a pleasant woman’s voice announced the imminent start of Onegin, inviting the guests to go to their seats. Virginia immediately took you hand, leading you straight into the Opera house, saying something about leaving men to finish their drinks. You threw Billy a laughing look over your shoulder, mouthing “come join me” before disappearing out of his sight.

“So on the scale of one to ten, how pissed at me are you, Mr. Russo?”

Billy turned his head sharply to a side, leaning on the high table, and spotted Anthony Stark himself, nursing a glass of whiskey. “For taking your queen away from you? Excuse the chess metaphor, but that woman”, Stark took a sip of his whiskey and savoured it before swallowing it down. “Is a goddamn queen.”

Billy chuckled, straightening up, digging his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“That, she is,” he whispered, his eyes still piercing the spot in the crowd where your smiling face was mere minutes ago.

—

When the opera ended, both Billy and you couldn’t be more relieved - because both of you hated it with passion.

Exchanging meaningful glances in the dark during the singers’ performances now and then, you had to bite your tongue in order to not just ask Billy if you could maybe sneak out. Russo proved to be more stoic than you, carefully covering your hand with his in what was meant to be a comforting gesture.

You didn’t look at him once after that, afraid to say or do something that would make him remove his hand.

How much more pathetic could you get?

When the performance was over, Billy led you out of the opera house without saying a word, his hand hugging carefully the small of your back.

His silence was unnerving. You didn’t know what to make of it. Should you have shaken his hand off back in the darkness of the concert hall? Or should you have caressed it with your thumb?

Your mind was spinning in circles by the time he opened the door for you and you slid into the front passenger seat of his Rolls goddamn Royce.

When he got in the car and gripped his steering wheel, you reached out and placed your hand on his whitening knuckles.

“Billy,” you spoke softly, barely audibly. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” he whispered back, turning his head to a side to face you. His black eyes stared into yours, looking hypnotised and helpless. “Everything is fine.”

It didn’t take a degree in Psychology to see that he was lying. You could feel his gaze on you as you turned away from him, taking your hand away at the same time.

Billy started the car. The revving engine filled the silence, loaded with the unsaid words.

—

“…he then walked me to my door, we exchanged our goodbyes. And that was it,” you finished lightly, looking back at Karen.

Her eyes were red as she stared at you, unblinking.

“Unbelievable…” she whispered. “So you never told him?…” her lips barely moved.

You sighed.

“Have you ever felt like you’re potentially in love with someone? Like, you don’t actually love him, you know you don’t, but one day you realise that you could? You realise just how easy it would be for you to fall in love with him? With all the teasing and the banter, the play hitting each other, calling each other names, just…. You start to pick up on little things - like if you listen closely, in every shut up, there’s a barely-there ring of I could love you.”  You shifted on the floor a little, and Karen watched your memories transport you somewhere else again. While physically your were here, in your apartment - with your fluttering eye-lashes, uneven breathing and loaded expression - mentally, you were somewhere else.

“….You probably don’t notice it at first, but your body is drawn to him. Every accidental or absentminded touch…” you continued quietly. “And there’s that twinkle in his eyes when he looks at you and it messes you up, because - what’s going on with you? What the hell does it even mean? Are you imagining shit? You’re trying to make sense.”  

Karen didn’t interrupt, still staring at you as if she were seeing you for the first time

“I mean, he didn’t ask for any of it, you know?” you finally raised your foggy stare at Karen, as if searching for confirmation. “Maybe he just did something dumb one day, smiled at you or said something that seemed important and then all of the sudden you’re full on Looney Tunes, seeing stuff that isn’t there?”

Your words barely audible, you swallowed hard, before continuing.  “…I just kept looking at him with what ifs, and could haves, seeing all that goddamn potential. It’s so fucking twisted. Over-analyzing everything? Waiting for a sign?…” you chuckled bitterly all of the sudden. “…I was so fucking scared of reading too much into it, of crossing that line, because… It would be so easy!… Falling in love with him would have been so easy.”

Oh sweetheart, Karen’s eyes glowed with comfort as she reached out for your hand and squeezed it softly. But you already are in love with him.   

A loaded silence ripped through the air in your living room. The sound of an engine revving somewhere close squeezed its way through the slit of an opened window, and it seemed to break the trance.

Both Karen and you shuddered, and as you took in the realisation Karen’s eyes just bestowed upon you, you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“It’s pretty late,” Karen spoke up, reading you like an open book. She knew it was her cue to leave the stage. You needed time to process. “Frank is in a bar nearby with Curtis, let me just give him a call, okay, sweetheart?” she gave your hand one last reassuring squeeze. “You know where to find me when you need me”.

“Yes”, you responded, blinking tiredly. “Thank you so much for coming, Karen. I didn’t mean to unload on you like that…”

“Shut the hell up,” the blonde advised, raising her eyebrows. “But honestly, Y/N, please call me once you… come to terms with things, okay?”

You nodded.

When Karen left, leaving the sweet and pleasant smell of her perfume behind, you closed the door behind her and turned around, leaning on the cold wood and metal with your eyes closed.

It’s been a month. This was supposed to pass by now. Billy was supposed to stop inviting himself into your dreams. You were supposed to heal.

You may have just realized you were in love with the man instead.

Letting out half a moan, half a groan, you peeled yourself from the door slowly, and brushed your hair back, wanting nothing more than to fall face-first into bed.

After you at least cleaned up a bit and put out the Dyptique candles, that is.

As your eyes scanned your living room in an attempt to asses the size of the job at hand, you stopped mid-way, zeroing in on the box Jax gave you earlier in the evening. It rested silently on the kitchen table.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you made your way to the kitchen area. Grabbing the package, you turned it around, looking for any indication of the sender.

The package wasn’t even stamped.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you took a moment to grab a knife from one of the drawers, and carefully swished it between the two cardboard sheets.

Flipping over the envelop, you heard something fall out of it before you could actually see it. A small sheet of paper floated in the air before falling on the surface, partially covering whatever fell out of the package.

Your heart squeezed the second your brain identified the object, attached to a worn silver chain.

With trembling fingers, you slid two metal pieces from under the paper, covering your mouth.

Finding their home in the palm of your hand, Billy’s dog tags shimmered in the dim candlelight.

Squeezing them in between your fingers, you grabbed the paper with your free hand, your eyes staring at one single sentence scribbled on its surface.

“You took my heart with you”.

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hi arrow! can i get a fic of ian being jealous on a date (maybe someone flirts with mickey??) and mickey just loves it bc it makes ian all passive aggressive and bossy and saying 'my husband' 283949 times ❤️

Of course you can! Or at least I tried lol, it got a little random.💖

That Green-Eyed Monster (is my husband)

They never had really gotten in the habit of going on dates, before. Not real dates at least, in public places where you could eat with utensils or sit side-by-side and pretend to watch the entertainment while you were really just watching each other. They had tried, but something always got in the way--the military, jail sentences, arrest warrants, pandemics, family emergencies--they just had shit luck, alright?

So when things got a little less crazy on the aforementioned fronts, they started trying a little bit harder. They had a designated date night, now. Sometimes they planned together, sometimes they took turns surprising each other with heartfelt (or sometimes comical) plans.

This time, it had been Mickey's turn.

“Where are we going?” Ian asked yet again from where he was blindfolded in the passenger seat of Tami’s car. They’d usually take the ambulance, but Mickey didn’t want to stick out too much today—not in a place where an ambulance could potentially be needed.

“I still ain’t gonna tell you,” Mickey answered, but relented enough to add, “we’re almost there though, you’ll see soon.”

Sure enough, the entrance to the parking lot came up on the right, and Mickey swung in in that ridiculous little car.

As soon as Ian felt the car stop, he was reaching for his blindfold—not one of their good ones, just an old headband they had found on Debbie’s floor—but Mickey grabbed his hand before he could slip it off.

“Hey hey hey,” Mickey chastised. “What’s the rush there, flash?”

“What, I can’t be a little eager for our date?” Ian pouted, knowing it would get Mickey to give in. No matter how many times he tried to pretend that he wasn’t soft, Mickey always gave in to the pout.

He was right. Gentle hands pushed the headband off of Ian’s eyes, which were immediately filled with the sight of Mickey’s own as the other man ran fingers through Ian’s hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

“Alright, come on then,” Mickey ordered, leaving one firm kiss at the corner of Ian’s lips before pulling back and getting out of the car. “If you’re so eager, you get to pay.”

Ian chuckled as he let himself out and met Mickey around the front of the car. “Why would I pay?” he asked jokingly. “It’s your week to woo me, asshole, you get to foot the bill.”

“Foot the bill with your money, sure,” Mickey retorted, and Ian rolled his eyes as he automatically fell into step beside him.

“Our money,” he reminded his husband, getting an arm around his waist. He was always surprised when Mickey let him do that—he said it felt awkward to walk with the jolly red giant suckered onto his side—but this time Mickey actually leaned into him.

He didn’t even notice where they were, outside a little building in the middle of nowhere. He let go of Mickey to walk through the door ahead of him, fully intending to continue their playful banter, when he stopped still.

There were a lot of guns in this place.

Paintball guns, that was.

“Mickey,” Ian said slowly as his husband came up behind him, “did you bring me here to shoot me?”

Mickey just smirked as he swanned past toward the check-in desk.

“Maybe, hotshot,” he answered. “You gonna complain?”

Ian shook his head with a shit-eating grin.

“Hell no,” he declared. “You better be ready for me.”

Mickey signed his name on a waiver with a flourish and took the gun handed to him by a worker, tossing it to Ian.

“Am I ever not?”

—

Ian was having a blast, pun intended, as he shot the shit out of everybody else on the range. Mickey wasn’t faring too badly either; despite being on the opposite team, neither one of them had managed to shoot each other yet.

It didn’t hurt that Mickey looked damn good, either. He was completely in his element out here, taking guys out left and right with perfect marksmanship and even more perfect form, his shoulders barely moving with the recoil as he shot. Half the time, Ian missed his chance because he was too busy watching him to fire—the other half, he didn’t even want to if it meant taking Mickey out of the game and losing his eye-candy.

Finally, a break was called, and everyone filed off the course while it was reset for the next round.

Ian grabbed a bottle of water from a long table near the building, guzzling half of it in one go before looking around for his husband.

He found him quickly enough, recognizing his back immediately even in unfamiliar gear with his hair all mussed from the protective helmet they had to wear.

But he did not recognize the man standing next to Mickey, raking his eyes over Mickey’s stocky build.

The stranger was saying something, Mickey tossing his head back in laughter, and then a hand was on Mickey’s arm and Ian suddenly found himself at Mickey’s back.

“Everything good here, fellas?” Ian asked casually, standing a couple feet away.

“Fine, Gallagher,” Mickey said with a smile. “Johnny here was just tellin’ me he could give me some pointers before the next round.”

Ian raised his eyebrows, glancing from Mickey’s face to the stranger’s and back.

“Pointers?” he asked, voice going a touch high at the end. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, offering shooting pointers to Mickey fucking Milkovich? He had gotten there just in time, it seemed, because there was no way in hell Mickey would let that insult slide.

“Yeah,” Mickey said. “Says I need to work on my form a little, widen my stance, you know. Thought I’d give it a shot.”

Wait. What?

“I was just telling him,” the stranger—Johnny, though how they were on a first name basis already Ian had no idea—chimed in, “that I have a lot of experience with real firearms.”

“And I was sayin’ how much I admire a military man,” Mickey interjected with a smirk, “so I might as well let him show me some moves.”

“Mickey,” Ian hissed lowly, “what are you doing?”

Mickey didn’t answer.

“You ever shot a real gun, Mick?” Johnny asked abruptly, catching on that he was missing something but determined not to lose Mickey’s attention.

“It’s like nothing else, dude, I swear. The feel of that smooth metal in your hands,” he continued as he moved closer, lifting a hand to Mickey’s arm again. “The way it moves with you, goes off when you,” he leaned in even closer, and added in a low voice, “pull the trigger.”

Alarm bells were ringing in Ian’s head at this point.

“Nah,” Mickey was answering, “my guy won’t let me play with the real stuff.”

“Sounds like you need a new guy, then,” Johnny murmured, and Ian had had enough.

“He’s taken,” he cut in gruffly, moving to stand by Mickey’s side. He couldn’t hold Mickey with the gear in the way, but he got a hand on his back, at least, curling fingers into the top of his waistband.

Johnny looked at him askance, and shrugged.

“I don’t see a ring,” he pointed out, and Ian grit his teeth. They had taken them off before starting, for safety, and he never regretting following the rules more a day in his life.

“Besides, who are you to speak for him?” Johnny asked.

“Oh, this is Ian,” Mickey introduced quickly. He was smiling, the asshole, like some guy wasn’t trying to steal him from right under Ian’s own nose. “He’s my—”

“His husband,” Ian stated firmly, and watched Johnny’s eyes go wide. “His ex-army, ex-con husband.”

“Hey man, I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized, hands up. “I didn’t know.”

Ian nodded, ready to let it go despite his urge to send the man packing, when Johnny insisted on talking again.

“You can’t blame me though, right?” he said with a little, nervous laugh. “I mean, he looks so damn—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, too busy keeling over with his hands on his groin after Ian shot a paintball right at his balls at point-blank range.

—

Two minutes later, Ian and Mickey were racing to the car as employees chased behind them, yelling. Apparently it was frowned upon to shoot someone on your own team, outside the course itself, during a break. It didn’t help that Mickey had done the same right after, just for fun.

“Hurry up, you jealous fuck,” Mickey shouted at Ian as he fumbled with the door handle. “We gotta get outa here before they realize I gave them fake names!”

Ian fell into the car, giddy with adrenaline and laughter.

“The fuck did you do that for?” he giggled as Mickey threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the lot.

“Cause I knew you would do something stupid!” Mickey said, shoving at Ian’s shoulder with one hand when Ian just laughed harder.

Ian gather himself as they drove, and felt his heart-rate start to normalize after a few minutes on the road. He held Mickey’s hand over the gearshift, finger rubbing over the spot where his ring should be—where it would be again as soon as they had a minute to breathe. Then, just as he was almost calm—

“Shit, Ian,” Mickey gasped. “We didn’t return the fucking guns.”

That set them off again, and they had to pull over halfway home until they could stop laughing and hide the paintball guns under the back seat.

Franny and Fred would love them come Christmas.

#daily speedwrite #fanfic #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #omc #jealous Ian #little shit Mickey #date night

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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No i In Team

Summary: Having been dumped, you find yourself standing in the mud and rain as a bootcamp instructor yells at you. Finally you snap, telling him your mind before storming off. Later when he appears at your room to see if you are ok, he makes sure you are fully over your ex, proving that some men are a lot better than others.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (no race or body type mentioned) Fandom; Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough sex, vaginal sex, doggy style, cowgirl, inappropriate use of a mini sombrero.

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No I In Team

This was it. This was the worst decision you had ever made. In fact, the worst collection of the worst decisions. Ever. In the history of decision making.

The rain continued to pour. Any sane person would not be standing in the middle of an assault course in this weather. They certainly wouldn’t be joining in on a ‘team building get-away’ when you had in fact already quit the company and it just finished your notice period. And they really wouldn’t have come when their ex was parading his new girlfriend around and they were on the same team as you.

Okay, so the last bit wasn’t in your control; your ex had in fact dumped you - via text - whilst you were in the cab there. Which honestly was a bit of a surprise seeing as you were meant to be sharing a room, and you had splashed out on one of the luxury rooms in the hotel where the corporate events were held at. He was a little surprised - which proved how much of a dumbass he really was - when you refused to let him and his new girlfriend take your room, and you stay in the smaller and cheaper one she had paid for. It was simple, you had paid, they could fuck off.

The other girlfriend, now that was a surprise. You didn’t want to hate her, she seemed very sweet but there were definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic going on with her. Your weasel of an ex had cited a number of reasons for the break up, all laying blame on you, but really you had known it was coming and were quite relieved in a way… he was now someone else's problem.

However, because of being blindsided by the break up, you had continued on autopilot and now found yourself soaked to your skin, and the enormous brute that ran the bootcamp was doing his best to yell at every single person to ‘encourage’ them. Jesus christ you weren’t built for climbing up ropes and flinging yourself over 10ft walls, and with each passing obstacle you were falling further and further behind.

“COME ON! GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER THAT ROPE NET!”

Rolling your eyes you let out a huff and slid-ran through the three inch deep mud, starting to climb the net that led up to a rope ladder you were expected to climb across as it was suspended over a pool of muddy water. You looked into the distance, your ‘team mates’ having well and truly left you behind, and as you reached the bottom of the net you looked up at it, taking in how muddy and slippery it was where 11 other people had already climbed up it;

“ARE YOU AFRAID OF A NET? PULL YOURSELF UP AND STOP FUCKING AROUND IN THE MUD”

The ‘Captain’ yelled at you from six feet away. Jesus you were fed up with him. The guy looked like he lived, breathed, and slept military. At the start of the course he had introduced himself as Captain Syverson, but everyone was to refer to him as Captain. His fatigues and t-shirt were plastered to his skin, his beard soggy as puffs of steam came from his mouth as he continued to yell at you.

You turned to him, watching as he took a single stride and was just a foot from you, taking a deep breath to yell again before you pushed your hand up and pressed a single finger to his mouth;

“No”

He stopped, unable to hide his surprise as his eyebrows shot up before you pulled your finger away.

“Get your ass up that net, NOW!”

Crossing your arms you repeated yourself;

“No. I will not”

“THERE IS NO I IN TEAM!”

“No. There isn’t. But there is an i in Vibrator”

“W-what?”

“Vibrator. Dildo too. And i quit”

“You can’t quit”

“Unless you are going to throw me over your shoulder and carry me across that net and ladder, i quit. I am going to go back to my expensive hotel room, stopping at the bar to buy a bottle of the hardest liquor they have, have a hot bath, and give myself something a man has never been able to”

“What’s that?”

“An orgasm”

You turned on your heel and started towards the hotel building in the distance, leaving the Captain speechless in the rain. When you were halfway across the lawns you could hear him yelling at the rest of the team, but you couldn’t give a fuck, you’d had enough.

The bath was amazing. You’d spent a good hour if not two in it letting the spa jets send streams of bubbles over your body, and had in fact given yourself the first of many orgasms you had planned for your evening. You had been disappointed when you’d discovered that the bar wouldn’t sell bottles of alcohol, but the bartender had quietly told you that if you ordered the corporate entertainment tray over room service they were obliged to send up a selection of miniatures with mixers and nibbles.

You were still standing in your towel when you heard a knock at the door, puzzled to be interrupted as you had the Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the handle. Approaching the peephole you looked through, surprised to see who was on the other side. Opening the door a few inches you looked out, and saw him leaning casually against the doorframe, now wearing dry clothes that accentuated how he was 101% muscle, from the kingfisher blue sweater that made his eyes even brighter, to the dark denim that clung to his muscled thighs, a smirk played across his face when he saw what you were wearing;

“Hi”

“Captain?”

He shifted and held out a bottle of Tequila;

“The bar doesn’t sell liquor by the bottle”

He motioned for you to take it, and as you did so you swung the door open a little more, seeing him look you up and down, his eyes growing a little darker as he licked his lips;

“I thought about what you said…”

“Which part”

“About what words the letter i are in” you didn’t realise but he had shifted a little closer, his toes now over the threshold of the room; “Cos’ i thought of another word that has the letter i in”

You cocked your head to the side, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, already gauging the reason his thickly muscled man was at your hotel room door with a smile and alcohol;

“Dick has got an i in”

“You’re absolutely right” you pulled the cork from the bottle of Tequila, taking a sip and grinning at the captain as you fiddled with the little hat that hung from the neck of the bottle, taking a step back as he slowly crept further into the room. A flash of lightning from the bad weather outside illuminated the room, and yet the air between your bodies almost sparked from the energy you were giving off.

“But my favourite letter is U”

“Ok… i’m waiting for the punchline…”

“Because that’s in the word Tongue, and i would very much like my tongue to be in u”

Closing the gap between you, you pressed two fingertips to his chest, the soft blue sweater he now wore warm to the touch;

“That…” you paused, walking your fingers up his chest with each word: “Was the best pick up line i’ve ever heard, Captain”

Pushing the door shut behind him, his slid his hand into the split of your towel, his warm palm resting on your hip before pulling you flush with his chest;

“You can call me Sy”

He had lifted you into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, the towel trapped between your bodies but now unraveled as it dragged along the floor, your naked back and ass cooling in the air of the room, but soon warmed by two large hands as they roamed over your skin. His kiss was rough, his tongue licking into your mouth as his beard tickled your face.

You hadn’t even realised he’d gotten to the bed until he had pulled away and sat down, pulling you down with him so you were straddling his waist;

“Ride my face, let me give you what you need” he growled, his hands on your ass pushing you up his body.

You’d quickly scrambled to set the bottle onto the nightstand before straddling his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief as his massive hands cupped your ass. He pulled you down until you were literally seated on his face, his thick beard brushing against your thighs and ass, his tongue burying itself between your slick folds, teasing you open.

Winding one hand through his short brown hair, the soft chocolate curls caressed your fingers as your other hand rested against the headboard of the bed to steady yourself, his eagerness already rapidly pushing you towards an orgasm, your body still buzzing from the one you’d given yourself in the bath.

“Oh fuck… Sy, Jesus Christ your tongue…”

You’d never met a man with a tongue so wide and juicy, the thick muscle pulsing within your cunt as his nose teased your clit, and soon you were shaking above him, attempting to push up on your legs from the intensity of it, only for his strong grip to tighten on your ass and pull you back down onto his face.

“Ride my tongue Darlin’” you heard his muffled voice, and as you looked down you saw his face was flushed but his eyes held nothing but mischief.

Tossing your head back you let yourself go, calling out his name as you unashamedly rode his tongue to an intense orgasm, flooding his face with your juices.

Limp and pliable, you felt him lifting you before setting you down on the bed, his lips finding your neck and shoulders as he pressed kisses to your skin. The storm raged outside the window, rain lashing against the glass and making you feel even more enclosed in as Sy’s body covered your own. Finally enough of your senses returned that you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a fierce kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. When he finally broke away from your lips he started to kiss down your body, only for you to tug at his soft blue sweater, wanting the knitwear gone;

“Okay ok Darlin’...”

“Want to see you… feel you…” you were lust drunk now, a fire in the pit of your belly where you wanted nothing more than this beast of a man to split you open and fuck you raw.

He let out a low belly laugh, pushing off you and standing, a grin on his face as he saw you watching him as he stripped for you.

With his sweater tossed aside, he toed his boots off as his hands made quick work of his jeans, revealing a pair of tight black boxer briefs that were obscenely bulging at the front. Clenching your thighs together did little to satisfy the arousal, and as he tucked his thumbs under the elastic of his underwear you bit your lip as he teased you, pulling the elastic down to reveal the thick bush of hair and a tantalizing peek at the thick root of his shaft. Inch by inch he lowered his underwear until they dropped to the floor, and your mouth was agape as you took his size in all his glory;

“Wow, you really do have the equipment for the BDE you give off...” He paused and looked at you, cocking an eyebrow as you started to explain; “It means big…”

“I know what it means” he smirked, hooking his finger at you and watching as you crawled over the bed until your face was level with his rapidly hardening dick; “Why don’t you show me how good that mouth of yours is?”

Wrapping your hands around his hot flesh you could feel him growing harder and thicker under your touch, leaning your head forwards until you could take him into your mouth, tasting him on your tongue as he grunted above you;

“That’s it Darlin’, get me nice and wet, gonna have this buried in you sooner or later, the harder you get me the more dick you get inside you”

He rested his hand on the back of your head, guiding you to take him deeper but without being pushy about it. When his tip nudged at the back of your throat you fought back the feeling, looking up with watery eyes as his own bored into your soul as his dick tried to do the same to the back of your skull.

Holding you deep he finally with a gasp pulled himself out of your mouth with a string of curses, stroking your hair as you coughed and sucked in precious oxygen;

“Fuck, that mouth of yours is a thing of wonder Darlin’... but i want to get into that sweet cunt of yours… how do you need it?”

“N-need it?”

He gently pushed you onto your back, crawling over you until he was poised and ready to go;

“Yeah, need it. You’ve just broken up with some limp dick, how do you need me to fuck you?”

“W-what are the options?”

“You want slow and gentle, or you want me to fuck you like a beast and toss you around like a rag-doll”

“Beast mode please”

With a low growl he grinned as he surged forward and caught your lips with his own, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he took complete control. You felt him gripping his dick as he swiped it through your soaked folds, dousing himself with your wetness before he pulled away and grasped you by the hips as he knelt on the bed, pulling you up his thighs before thrusting his fat girth into you with one swift movement.

“HOLY FUCK!”

“That’s it Darlin, take my dick all the way. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget about anyone else that has ever disappointed you”

Gritting his teeth he moved your body like you were a rag-doll, pulling you onto his hardness as you could do little but to go limp and let your mind get flooded by the pleasure he was giving your body thanks to the best sex you’d ever had. Gripping at the sheets you felt an orgasm start to building within you;

“Sy… keep doing that… i’m gonna cum…”

With a smile and a grunt he did exactly as you asked, keeping his pace fast and steady as you lost control around him, your back arching as your legs shook and you came hard. You were trembling from the force of the aftershocks as he slowed down and finally stilled, letting you relax onto the duvet as he covered your body with his, pressing openmouthed kisses to your chest, murmuring against the soft flesh;

“These titties are spectacular”

He moved a little and you felt that he was still hard, a smirk back on his face;

“Oh i’m not done yet Darlin’, that was just an intermission”

He pulled out of you and you found yourself being flipped over, your ass pulled up as he filled you from behind this time, his thickness splitting your walls open and his massive hands found their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he pile drove into you from behind;

“Feel so fucking good Darlin, love the way your cunt feels around my dick, wanna feel you cum again before i shoot my load in ya’, then you can have a breather before round two”

Your eyes went wide; this was still only round one? Fuck, Sy was an utter beast and as he tilted his hips and his dick hit just the right spot, your eyes rolled back in their sockets and your jaw hung open, the pleasure running through your veins turning your brain to jelly and all you could comprehend was Sy fucking the living daylights out of you.

Starting to tremble, your sighs became squeaks which became screams of his name as you started to cum and it kept going, your body squeezing him tighter than a vice before he finally came with a beastly roar, shooting ropes of his creamy seed and coating velvet walls.

The pair of you slumped down onto the bed, your bodies still joined as he pressed kisses to the back of your neck. Finally he pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of his warmth and weight on top of you, instinctively rolling and curling up against his side as you rested your head on his chest, the song of his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your ear;

“Fuck… that was amazing”

He gently stroked one hand over your back;

“You can say that again Darlin’. Your pussy is like heaven… never had a cunt grip me so tight and be able to take me balls deep before...”

You smiled and let your eyes rest for a moment, before you felt him shift and the sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle disturbed your post orgasmic bliss. Looking up you saw him oof the cork out of his mouth before bringing the bottle of tequila to his lips and taking a large mouthful. Holding the bottle to you he grinned as you sat up and took it, following suit and still wincing at the burn as the expensive liquid slid down your throat.

Just at that moment there was a massive crack of thunder outside and an immediate flash of light, before the electricity fizzled out, plunging you into darkness. You weren’t afraid of the dark but the suddenness of it made you squeal, Sy pulling you close;

“Shhh its ok Darlin’, this place gets its power knocked out all the time cos’ its up on the hill here. That’s why there’s candles in every room”

He deftly slid out of your grasp and you heard him fumbling around on the floor before he illuminated the room with his phone, and you watched as his silhouette made its way across the room and you heard the click of a lighter. Moments later the room had a pale glow from the candles that had sat on the side table, and as he carried one back to bed you saw that he was still hard;

“How are you…”

“Still up? Oh Darlin’ i can go eight or nine rounds before i droop”

“Eight or… nine…”

He flopped down onto the bed beside where you sat, his hands behind his head and a wide smile on his face;

“So, what do ya’ wanna do next?”

You laughed softly before taking another sip of tequila, toying with the little hat that was attached to it before a sudden urge overtook your senses. With a look of amusement on his face Sy watched as you took the hat from the bottle and softly tied it to his dick, the hat standing proud on his tip;

“A perfect fit” he remarked, but before either of you could say anything else a knock at the door interrupted you.

“Babe?” a quiet voice came from the other side of the door; “You in there?”

Your heart sank;

“Its my ex… I’m gonna go tell him to fuck off…”

Sy caught your arm gently, a grin on his face;

“Let me”

What happened next was something you could only have dreamt of, and as you pulled a pillow in front of you to hide your nakedness, Sy basked in his own naked glory as he strode to the door and pulled it open;

“Yes?”

Your ex stood in the hallway outside your room, his bags at his feet;

“What are you…?”

“I’m busy keeping my girl happy. What’re you doing here?”

“I got dumped…”

“Well champ, that sounds like a you problem…”

Without another word Sy stepped back and shut the door, making sure to flip the security lock extra hard so that your ex could hear it from the hallway. Striding back to the bed you couldn’t help but to laugh;

“I can’t believe you answered the door completely naked, hard, and with a mini sombrero on your dick!”

Climbing onto the bed he lay on his back, his hands behind his head as he grinned at you, wriggling his hips so his hard dick swayed to and fro with the hat still attached;

“Oh i think it made the moment all that more memorable Darlin’”

“He’ll certainly remember it, that’s for sure”

You carefully took the little adornment off of Sy, tossing it aside as you straddled his hips and grasped his hot shaft, helping to find your waiting entrance before sinking down onto him.

The feeling of taking him inch by inch was almost overwhelming; thick and gnarled, his fat dick stretched you in every direction, and you were thankful for the added lubrication of his cum already dripping out of you.

As you started to ride him you could feel your body already deceiving you and climbing towards a rapid orgasm, and you found yourself cupping your breasts and twisting your nipples to distract yourself and let it last just a little longer. However when Sy’s massive hands rested on your hips and he started to thrust up into you, it was the beginning of the end. The final straw was when he slid one hand to your front, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing quick circles firmly against the engorged bud did it send you over the edge and you were coming again, back arched and head thrown back as your bodies moved as one in the candlelight.

Sy fucked you until the storm cleared and the candles fizzled out, just the moonlight illuminating your room when you both crawled under the duvet and fell asleep, sweaty bodies cooling in the night, sated from your energetic lovemaking.

Come morning and you were woken up by a series of featherlight kisses to your naked back and shoulders. For the briefest moment panic set in, but then you remembered your bed companion from the night before;

“Mmm Mornin’ Darlin’” he drawled, his voice low and coarse from sleep.

Turning you smiled at him before his lips caught yours for a gentle kiss. What followed was the best oral you’d ever received, followed by a steamy session of shower sex where for the first time in your life you’d felt confident that your partner was strong enough to not let you slip and injure yourself.

The following room service breakfast had been thoroughly enjoyable where the two of you had talked and laughed, swapped numbers and both made it clear you’d like to see the other again. Sy had even driven you back to the train station, where you’d attracted the odd few stares as he’d kissed you with tongues and teeth before giving your ass a squeeze.

Two weeks later.

Sy fiddled with the zippered pocket on his fatigues as he waited nervously outside the meeting room at the corporate offices. After what had seemed like an amazing night with you, he’d arrived at work on Monday to discover one of his boot camp cadets had made a formal complaint about his ‘lewd behaviour’. He knew it wasn’t you, but it had distracted him from the string of text’s you’d shared in the following days. He was thankful that you’d told him not to apologise, having started your new job and that was full on from the word go.

The door to the meeting room opened and his name was called, standing he smoothed his shirt down and nodded before entering the room. This was probably the most nervous he’d been since leaving the army; at least there if you fucked up you got a court marshall, now he was a civilian if he lost his job it meant he couldn’t pay his bills.

You were attempting to get a file out of the huge stack that sat on your desk without knocking your coffee over when your office door opened and a friendly face peered around the corner;

“Hey, you ready for the disciplinary hearing?”

“The what?... Oh, right… let me find the file…”

“Did you read it?”

Shaking your head you grinned at the manager of offsite contractors;

“Don’t worry, i’ve skimmed it. You guys brought me in to sort through this mess my predecessor left behind, I just wasn’t expecting it to be this much of a mess…”

Grabbing your coffee and the file with that day's date on, you followed your colleague through the building, attempting to scan over the complaint, frowning when you saw that the printer been running out of toner and had omitted the two parties names. Nevermind, you could always write those in.

Chewing on your pen as you shut the meeting room door, you quickly took a seat at the end of the table, looking up and only then your eyes going wide. On one side sat your ex, and someone that looked like a low rate lawyer judging by the cheap suit and even cheaper briefcase. On the other side sat Sy - Captain Syverson - whose eyes were as big as saucers and you saw the slightest hint of a smile start to tug at the corner of his mouth before he restored his poker face.

The manager introduced himself and then you;

“This is our new Human Resources manager, she’ll be overseeing this meeting”

Taking one last look at your report you took a sip of your drink before standing, keeping your face neutral;

“So, your client alleges that our employee acted in a lewd manner whilst on a team building exercise two weeks ago?”

“That is right Miss, you see…”

“And that your client wishes to pursue a lawsuit based on ‘emotional distress’ and that our employee caused the breakdown of his relationship”

“Yes Miss, Its like this you see…”

Cutting the lawyer off again, you looked pointedly at your ex;

“So, did you or did you not actually end the relationship with your partner, before even meeting Captain Syverson? Actually there’s no need to answer, i have a transcript of the text messages here…” you looked down at your your file, although you knew the texts by heart; “And i quote “I’ve found someone new, someone prettier than you, she’s better in bed too”

You looked up at your ex who was now sinking down into his chair;

“And by lewd behaviour, did you or did you not approach your ex’s bedroom at the hotel in the middle of the night, and continue to knock on her bedroom door whilst there was a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door?”

The lawyer attempted to talk, but yet again you cut him off;

“So therefore, you had no emotional or romantic relationship with the person whose room it was, and therefore as fully consenting adults, our employee and your ex, were perfectly within their rights to start a romantic relationship, were they not?” you took a deep breath; “And, as you have a history of making civil lawsuits against companies that you have deemed you ‘wrong’, this frivolous attempt at extortion has now been recorded, and will be submitted to the authorities”

You lifted your phone before setting it back down onto the table. You hadn’t been recording, but it was enough for your ex’s lawyer to stand and leave the room quickly, your ex scurrying close behind. Leaning to the manager you cleared your throat;

“You might want to make sure security escorts them completely offsite”

“Absolutely. Can i leave you debrief Syverson?”

“Leave it with me”

You shut the door behind him as he left, and felt the warmth of Sy’s body behind you;

“This is a very unexpected, but oh so pleasant surprise”

Turning in his arms you were thankful that there were no internal windows to this meeting room, kissing him deeply before the giant bear of a man pulled away and smiled softly at you;

“I need to buy you dinner for what you did… you’re fucking badass”

“How did you not know what the meeting was about?”

“They just told me it was ‘lewd behaviour’. I’d been wracking my mind for the last week to figure out what i may have said or done… yeah i yell at people for a living, but i’m never lewd…”

Placing your palm on his cheek you smiled at him;

“Dinner sounds good by the way”

“Come over to my place tonight, i’ll cook you dinner”

“Will there be dessert?”

Sy licked his lips, his gaze travelling down your body and back up again;

“There definitely will be for me… i’m sure i’ve got some cookies you can have too Darlin”

#captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson smut #henry cavill

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blu-joons · 3 years

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Military Visits ~ Kim Junmyeon

Your eyes looked in all directions as you looked around the place that Junmyeon called home. Although you weren’t quite sure of what to expect, what you saw before you were incredibly far from what you could have ever pictured for him.

Junmyeon could tell you were surprised, nudging your hip gently to remind you that he was beside you as you looked around the place closely.

“Not quite the same as the apartment,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist, “but it does the trick and keeps me safe.”

“It’s certainly different,” you smiled as your voice wavered.

A gentle sigh came from Junmyeon as he pulled you a little closer, “after all this time, I understand that it’s probably very overwhelming for you to see it all.”

“A little,” you admitted, glancing across to look at him, “I had pictures in my mind of what I thought you’d be living in, but this doesn’t quite match what I had in mind.”

With his hand in yours, he began to walk you through the rest of the barracks. “I’ll show you all around the place if you fancy and show you where I normally am when you ring.”

“At least I’ll be able to recognise that place,” you joked, walking alongside him carefully.

Whilst Junmyeon walked easily through the barracks, your footsteps were a little more apprehensive, which Junmyeon quickly caught onto. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you whilst we’re here, you know that, right?”

“Of course,” you lied through gritted teeth, catching up with him, “I’m just taking it all in, I’ve never been in a proper centre before, I’ve only ever seen pictures from the others.”

When Junmyeon first enlisted, the other members all sat you down and told you what to expect, especially Minseok and Kyungsoo as soon as they discharged to ease your mind too.

“It won’t be long until you don’t have to worry about me being here anymore,” he reminded you, squeezing against your hand, “can you believe it’s been over a year now?”

“A year too long,” you sniggered in response, letting go of a sigh as his eyes rolled.

Enlistment was something neither of you wanted to happen, no matter how inevitable it was. “We’re getting through it, and that’s the main thing. The end is in sight now.”

Although Junmyeon was right, there were still many occasions that he missed out on, starting with his birthday, which he’d had to spend at work rather than at home with his family.

“I guess it’s a good thing that discharge is closer now than enlistment.”

His head nodded as he led you out of the rooms, across a field and to the food unit, where many workers were served food. It was nothing fancy, but as you grabbed a food tray from Junmyeon, you knew it was enough to keep him well looked after.

“Is it your first-time trying military food?” He asked as you grabbed a spoonful of rice and placed it on your plate.

Your head nodded, following behind Junmyeon’s lead, grabbing the foods that you wanted and placing them on your tray before following him across to a spare table in the canteen.

“It’s nothing luxurious, but it still tastes nice,” he informed you, quickly tucking in.

Your eyes looked down at the tray, letting go of a heavy breath. “Is this all prepared by workers too, a bit like what Kyungsoo used to do?”

“Exactly, it’s cooked with passion, which is probably why it’s surprisingly nice.”

You listened on whilst the two of you ate as Junmyeon told you plenty of stories that he hadn’t told you over the phone. As he spoke, you could tell how much he was enjoying himself, especially in his role as leader of his unit.

“It’s like having Exo, but with several more members, they’re just as much trouble, and listen to me as terribly as some of the boys used to do sometimes.”

“They’re definitely a lot more trouble without you.”

“Are they taking care of you well though?” He questioned, worry in his voice. “They’re doing what I told them to do?”

Relief washed over him when your head nodded back at you. There weren’t many days that passed when at least one of the members would appear at your door to check in on you under Junmyeon’s very strict instruction.

“And the others went in well too, did they?” He continued to quiz.

“All of them are fine, as am I, there’s nothing to worry about,” you assured him.

Even though he trusted that the other members would be more than capable of looking after themselves, it never stopped him worrying. Being so far away from everything was hard on him, especially when so much seemed to be happening for the group too.

Once you were finished eating, your trays were cleared, choosing to remain sat at the table for a while. “Did you have a good birthday whilst you were here?”

Junmyeon’s reaction was a little slow, nodding his head gently. Whilst he’d been given the best birthday he could in his situation, his heart was heavy knowing he’d spent it without you, unable to sort out a time for you or his family to visit him in time.

“It was as good as it could be,” he finally answered, “but having you here now feels more like my birthday.”

“I’m sure they tried their best to give you a good birthday,” you joked, “especially as their leader after all.”

As you spoke, you watched on as Junmyeon stretched his arm out across the table for you to take a hold of his hand. You intertwined your hand in with his gently, realising for the first time how rough his skin was since he’d joined the military.

“I can’t wait to leave this place in a few months and come back to you,” he smiled, staring directly across at you. “I know you’ve smiled through it all, but don’t think I’ve not noticed on the phone how much you’re struggling from time to time with it all.”

Your eyes met his with just as much sincerity, “coming here and being able to see you in person has definitely made me feel a lot happier. Even if we always knew this was going to happen, it’s still not made things any easier.”

His hand squeezed at yours as your voice trailed off, determined not to get yourself upset in front of Junmyeon and all of his colleagues too.

“Things are getting easier, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.”

Your head nodded in agreement, “I know it’s getting easier; each day is another day closer to having you home after all. I just wish that you could come home now instead.”

“Good luck even trying to smuggle me out of this place.”

You knew just how strict everything was just by how long it had taken you to even be able to get in to see Junmyeon. It was scary to see the type of environment he was living in, far from anything he was ever used to before.

“Maybe I could just stay here for the next eight months,” you suggested, “I can cook, I’m pretty good in a fight if I need to be too.”

“As nice as that sounds, home is where you need to be,” Junmyeon responded, offering you a warm smile. “Who else is supposed to look after our place, my family, and the boys when I’m not around to do it?”

Your head shook back at him, “they’re supposed to be looking after me, but I think I’m looking after them more instead.”

“I expected nothing less from all of them,” Junmyeon chuckled.

“But I know that they’re missing you terribly whilst you’re here.”

“I miss them too, and you, of course.”

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cevans16 · 3 years

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Ask Her To Dance

Summary: You’re part of the Avengers during the Infinity War era, you and the cast have a final party in Greece

You had all recently finished filming Infinity War, traveling to Europe to start the promo tour, ending up in Greece. You played a military veteran who had started working for the Avengers, you had grown close to the entire cast, having a crush on Sebastian. Sebastian had always been a quiet one except when he was with you or Anthony Mackie.

It was the last night after a ton of interviews, photoshoots, etc. Robert had suggested you all go out to a club to blow off some steam and as as last hoorah. So there you were in a midi skin-tight lavender summer dress and black high heels. Scarlett had done your makeup in a dark smokey eye look balancing the rest with a natural shade while Lizzie did your hair in voluminous curls, you looked sexy to say the least.

“Wow....you look wow, I’m not a lesbian but I would turn for you” Scarlett said once they took a final look at you.

“What am I not hot before this look?” you teased

“Oh of course you are but now I can’t hold myself” she said smirking at you.

While they were finishing up you heard someone knock on the hotel door, you went to open it to find the boys standing there, they didn’t say a word but their eyes looked like they were about to pop out.

“Okay...where’s (Y/N) and what have you done to her?” Robert jokingly asked

“Stop! You guys coming in or what” you said stepping aside to allow them in

“I think they’re almost done, I’m going downstairs to get us a cab” you said.

You didn’t see that Mackie had elbowed Sebastian to go with you to the lobby. Sebastian blushed and shook his head, “Come on.....hey (Y/N) you shouldn’t go alone, Sebs here will accompany you” Mackie announced.

You looked at him with a confusing look but didn’t ask any questions, at least not in front of the boys. “Okay...come on Sebastian”.

“Ladies first” he motioned to you to walk inside the elevator first to head down

“Such a gentleman” you said. You leaned on the elevator wall, tapping your heel on the floor

“You look beautiful (Y/N)” Sebastian said in a soft whisper, you felt your cheeks heat up at him complimenting you

“Thank you, you look great as always” you replied, this time you saw him blush, he smiled scrunching in his nose in that adorable way that he always did when he got shy.

You let the driver know that you would be down in about twenty more minutes. You and Sebastian headed back up to see if everyone else was almost ready. You walked in to the room with Scarlett and Lizzie finishing up the last of their makeup. You grabbed a mascara to touch up on your own eyelashes.

“You ladies take forever” Chris Evans teased you three

“Okay then wait for us over there” you turned to say to him

You kept eyeing Evans for a bit, he obviously caught onto your expression.

“Noooo whatever it is don’t” he said a little frightened

“Seriously, you two film a movie where you are a couple and now you act like a couple” Robert teased

Robert’s comment caused Sebastian’s heart to drop a little bit. He knew you and Chris Evans were only great friends but after seeing some of the footage of the Knives Out movie you and Chris played as a toxic couple, Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder if there could be something more between you and Chris.

“Oh stop no, its not like that but I do have an idea...well more of a favor” you said

“What?” Chris asked you

“Can I please put mascara on one of your eyelashes because yours are so long and I want to see what they look like with mascara!” you asked him excitedly

“What the fahck noooo” he said, his little Bostonian accent showing

“Please Chris, just one eye! I promise I’ll wipe it off.....please, I’ll drop on my knees to beg you” you pleaded

“Can you at least wait for all of us to leave, we don’t want to see that” Robert joked

“Shut it Downey” you said laughing, “Please Chris, I’ll give you ten bucks”

Chris narrowed his eyes at you, mulling over the situation for a second. He couldn’t say no to you though, you had become such a great friend to him.

“Fine, just one damn eye that’s it” he said to you

You did a little jump of joy, walking over to him. He was on the end of the couch next to Sebastian. You set your knee between Sebastian and Chris who had scooted a bit over to give you some space.

“Why am I letting you do this?” Chris said already regretting his choice

“Because you love me” you teased at him

“That I do” he immediately replied

Sebastian would be lying if he said that he wasn’t jealous at hearing Chris say that, or seeing you get along great with Chris, let alone seeing how close your face was to Chris’. He didn’t say anything, only intently looking at you place the mascara on Chris’ eyelashes. Mackie on the other hand could tell the little green monster was getting the best of Sebastian slowly but surely.

“Ohhh my gosh -CHRIS- this isn’t fair” you yelped seeing his eyelashes grow longer and darker

You glanced quickly over to Sebastian, he looked away instantly, a light blush on his cheeks.

“Wait, you have long lashes too, not like Chris’ but--OKAY this isn’t fair, why do you boys get long lashes” you commented

“Yours are long too so stop whining” Chris said

You were still looking at Sebastian’s eyes, they were a beautiful shade of blue, you loved his eyes, this was the first time you were able to see them so upclose though.

“Are you going to stare at him or can I wipe this damn makeup off?” Chris asked pulling you out of your trance. This time you felt yourself blush with Sebastian being the one to catch you.

“Sorry- yes Chris you can go now. Sebastian, would you let me put mascara on” you now asked him

“I’m sure he’d let you do anything to him” Mackie commented, earning a deathful glare from Sebastian

“It’s okay if you don’t want to” you immediately added

“Nahh let me see doll” he smiled at you, leaning his face closer to yours, you felt your breath hitch.

“YAY, okay look up just a little bit-oh wait hold on” you said, you put the mascara that you had in your hand behind your dress, you pulled out another one from your thigh, Sebastian was a little confused at the switch.

“Don’t say anything but I used waterproof mascara on Chris” you whispered giggling at your confession.

“You’re bad” Sebastian replied chuckling at your little shenanigans, Chris was going to flip. And he sure did.

“Okay I’m almost don-” you were about to say

“(Y/N)!!!!!” you heard Chris yell for you, he came out of the bathroom followed by the girls who couldn’t stop laughing

“What?” you asked innocently

“Don’t ‘what’ me with those eyes, you put waterproof on didn’t you!?” he stated

“Noooo look” you said showing him the mascara you had in your hand

“That’s bullshit where is it!?” he yelled

You knew he wasn’t entirely pissed but he wasn’t too happy either

“Chris I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said trying to hide the smirk on your face

“I see it” Chris said at the mascara that was placed behind your back in your dress. Chris swiped it out quickly, almost shoving it in your face.

“I’ll get you back” he peered at you

“Ohhh how scary” you said cackling at this point. Chris didn’t respond however he slightly shoved you towards Sebastian who caught you with his hands on your sides, both of you blushing immensely.

“Sorry” you both said at the same time. You could feel everyone else’s eyes on you and Sebastian. You got up from the couch walking over to get a makeup wipe remover

“You have nice eyelashes too Sebs.....actually your entire eyes....its not fair” you complimented him

“Thanks” he replied shyly.

He was about to take the wipe from your hands but you shook your head, reaching over to his face to wipe away the makeup

“Why does he get special treatment?” Chris asked, he knew exactly why.

“Shut it” you said

“I’m still going to get you back, this shit does not come off easily” Chris said complaining.

The girls were finally done, all of you doing one last check before heading out to the bar lounge which was a little far away from the hotel.

After a twenty minute drive you arrived to your destination, you and the girls headed to the restroom while the guys got some drinks and headed over to the private section. The place wasn’t too crowded or crazy but there were enough people to give it a great atmosphere. It also overlooked part of Greece and the ocean, the warm humid weather being complemented with a nice breeze.

“So now that we’re done with the tour, maybe you should ask her out before you start filming here?” Mackie encouraged Sebastian.

“Ehhh I don’t know man, I don’t think she likes me” Sebastian replied shyly

“Oh don’t start with that, she is into you! She just doesn’t make it obvious, Scar told me that she thinks you’re cute sooo can’t be wrong, won’t hurt to ask” Mackie said.

“Trust me she likes you” Chris added in with a wink at Sebastian.

“Where did you go?” Hemsworth asked him

“I was getting payback” he smirked

Sebastian was going to ask Chris what he meant until he saw you and the girls walking over with your drinks.

“Man this place is beautiful!” You yelled over the music.

“You’ve never been to Greece?” Lizzie asked you

“Nah it’s my first time so be gentle” you joked, Sebastian almost spit out his drink

“Speaking of first times, how’s the movie for you two going?” Scarlett asked you and Chris, you both turned to look at each other

“Not bad actually, definitely more risqué than what I did in Vampire Diaries” you explained.

“Ohhh I may or may not have requested that song” Chris Evans confessed while drinking his beer

“What!! Why?!” you yelped

“Oh come on, you know people go crazy when they see you on the screen with that song playing” he smirked

He was right, there was a certain scene in the show you had done where your character is a newly turned vampire, almost dirty dancing with one of the bad boy vampires at a college party.

“I swear everywhere I go they play that song” you added

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing” Evans said.

“What show?” Sebastian asked curiously, he had heard about the show but never watched it. Sebastian’s comment added onto the fuel of everyone around you.

“Out of all people, YOU for sure have to see it, she looks hot” Scarlett motioned over to you

“Scarrrr” you gritted through your teeth. Luckily you were saved by the song playing over the speakers, Feel So Close by Calvin Harris boomed over the place.

The intro had you moving to the beat, you loved this song, it brought you great memories from when you were part of the Vampire Diaries show

Almost a minute into the song the DJ yelled, “We hear a certain vampire is in the building!! Give it up for (Y/N)!!!!!”

Sure enough they played that certain party scene on the big screen. You and your former costar Ian Somerhalder killing it as vampires dirty dancing.

You felt yourself blushing, embarrassed at the unwanted attention. You turned to Chris Evans who was laughing his ass off while recording your reaction and everyone else.

“Let’s see your famous vampire moves!” the DJ yelled into the microphone

You yelled over to Lizzie and Scarlett, “Too bad I don’t have my friend to dance with me”

You moved your hips stronger to the rhythm of the song, twirling, making the exact moves you did when you had done that certain episode. You were laughing, carefree, having fun almost forgetting about your embarrassment.

Sebastian was paying attention to both you and the scene playing, he had to watch this show he thought to himself. He always thought you were gorgeous but this scene seeing you with blood, fangs, dancing, turned him on more than anything. However he also wished he was the guy who had been dancing with you for that scene.

Your final move was another sway of your hips, in the show you had ran your finger on your costar’s face to wipe some blood, sucking on it. You did the exact same move to Scarlett who acted like she was fanning herself. The boys and Lizzie laughed at your move, the entire place going crazier.

When the song ended, you shoved Evans, “I hate you!!!” you yelled over to him

“Payback’s a bitch sweetheart” he laughed, you shook your head, “ahhh come on, you know that song brings you back to good old times” he added

“I hate to say it but you’re right” you agreed, the song reminded you of great times with your former castmates

“What about it? You and that guy dated” Sebastian asked curiously

“Ian...no he was dating someone else but he’s still a great friend of mine. We had such a blast filming that part, brings me very fun memories from when I did that show” you explained.

After Evans’ little stunt on you, you guys were all dancing around having a great time.

The next song to come up was Gimme Gimme by ABBA causing you and the girls to go crazy, the boys only laughed enjoying your excitement.

You, Scarlett and Lizzie made a sandwich between each other, all dancing carefree. You all took turns lip syncing, twirling each other.

You yelling “GIMME GIMME GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT!!!” with Scarlett and Lizzie doing a supposed back up dancing.

Sebastian had never seen this side of you, at this moment he really wished you were his girlfriend because he really wanted to kiss you.

“You should ask her to dance” Robert yelled over to him, motioning to you

Sebastian instantly shook his head, “I can’t...I don’t want to make it awkward plus she’s having fun” he added.

“Suit yourself” Robert said walking away to get some water

You were all at the lounge for about another two hours, enjoying a night out with each other.

One of the next songs was I Feel Love by Donna Summer

Sebastian wasn’t going to ask you to dance until he saw you were with Evans’ heading towards the dance floor besides Hemsworth and his wife Elsa dancing next to you and smiling at you both.

You started to hold Evans’ left hand moving to the beat as it picked up both of you laughing about something. Sebastian looked at Mackie who was smirking at him, “You’ll regret it if you don’t” leaning in closer to Sebastian, “trust me though there’s nothing more going on between those two” he explained referring to you and Chris.

Like clockwork, Sebastian walked over to you and Evans, Lizzie and Scarlett noticed because they called Evans over to dance with them, you were about to follow when you heard Sebastian yell for you.

“(Y/N), want to dance?” he said smiling shyly

You felt your heart skip a beat, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea because you knew your feelings for Sebastian would probably get worse but you decided to just live in the moment

“Sure!” you yelled, placing your hand onto his, he twirled you first and then you two were moving into a great rhythm to the song

You liked that Sebastian kept you close but still was respectful to your space, its not that you didn’t want to be grinding on him but you also wanted to respect Sebastian.

At one point he pulled you in close to his face and said, “I really would like to kiss you (Y/N)”

You looked up at him, you didn’t know what to say at first so you pulled his face down towards yours, playfully licking his nose with your tongue causing him to laugh

“What was that for?” he asked surprised at your action

“I’ve wanted to kiss you too Sebastian” you confessed

With that Sebastian then licked your nose with his tongue while he held your face with both of his hands and then he kissed you passionately. You two kissed each other like there was no tomorrow while still keeping to the beat of Donna Summer’s sultry song.

“Holy shit!!!!” Evans yelled over you two, “fucking finally!!!” he added while the rest of cast cheered you and Sebastian on.

Although the song is almost eight minutes long it felt like two with Sebastian. You two kept dancing, giving each other a few kisses here and there.

At one point you were all back to your private section again. The final song was 34+35 by Ariana Grande

“Oh-I love this song!” you yelled

“YOU, innocent (Y/N)?!” Mackie exclaimed

“It’s not that bad” you said defensively

“Just give me them babieees” you sang loudly but looked at Scarlett, making a come here gesture for her to join you.

You kept singing the song, surprising everyone because you weren’t much into pop let alone a song about explicit sex. The girls joined in including Robert’s wife Susan and Elsa, Hemsworth’s wife.

Sebastian was mesmerized by you in so many ways it drove him crazy.

“Baby, you might need a side belt when I ride it” you acted like you put a seatbelt on, saying your hips like your were riding.

“I’m living for this” Lizzie chuckled while dancing with you too

“Sebastian...look away” Evans’ said covering Sebastian’s eyes playfully

“Nooo leave him alone” Elsa laughed

After a while, you all started gathering your things to head back to the hotel. Sebastian grabbed your hand, kissing it and smiling at you.

“What” you asked him smiling back

“Nothing, well, would you like to uhm.... go out on a date with me?” he asked you a bit nervous

“I would love to Sebastian” you said

He scrunched his nose in a cute way that he always did when he got nervous or flustered.

“I can’t wait” he said leaning over to give you a kiss on your forehead

“I told you to ask her to dance” Robert said smiling over at you both.

You were glad that Sebastian had listened.

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