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callsignbarb · 2 years

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you love me anyway ~ part 5/5

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x oc

Summary: Everyone in Charlie’s life is a self-sacrificing idiot, including Hangman, who only became her friend in the last ten minutes.

Word Count: 2.27k

Warnings: near-death experiences, swearing, kissing, i think that’s all but lmk if it isn’t

A/N: this is the last part! thank you so much for coming on this journey with me. i love you all

“I’m going to pick Bradley.”

Charlie looked over at her uncle as she leaned against the railing of the aircraft carrier. His aviators blocked most of the sun, but he wasn’t looking at the horizon.

He was looking at her.

“I need you to know, I’m going to pick him for this mission.”

“Why do you need me to know?”

“Because I love you. And I love him. And I’m not going into that meeting without you fully aware of the price I am asking you to pay if things go south.”

Charlie exhaled sharply through her nose. “Then don’t let things go south.” She looked back at him. Hard. “I’m not burying anyone else this year, Mav.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“It’s been an honor flying with you.” Pete stood in front of the twelve aviators with the most serious look Charlie had ever seen on his face.

“Each one of you represents the best of the best.” He swallowed thickly. “This is a very specific mission. My choices are a reflection of that, and nothing more.”

Admiral Simpson stepped closer and nodded to him. “Choose your two Foxtrot teams.”

“Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.”

“And your wingman?”

Maverick’s eyes scanned over the room and landed on Charlie, but he didn’t open his mouth yet. Waiting for her approval.

Charlie nodded, just barely. But that was enough for him.

“Rooster.”

Admiral Bates stepped forward. “The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that is required.” He nodded at each of the pilots. “Dismissed.”

Everyone dressed in their flight suits and began walking to their jets, but Bradley hung back, just for a moment more with her.

She looked into his eyes, a stern look on her face. “Mav already proved this can be done. So come back to me, Bradshaw.”

He let his helmet fall as he reached out and cupped her face, pulling her lips to his. He knew it was bad luck to kiss her goodbye, but if he didn’t come back, he wanted his last memory of Lottie to be her soft lips on his.

“Even if I have to swim.”

She laughed softly and smiled. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

He kissed her again, much softer this time, and pulled away slowly. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

“I’m coming back for you.”

She nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. “You fucking better.”

He smiled at her and walked to his plane. Pete replaced him quickly, a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “I’ll get him back to you.”

She pulled him into a hug. “Bring yourself back, too.”

“I love you, kid.”

“Love you too.”

She climbed into her jet and watched as the Dagger team took off for the uranium plant, an extra set of dog tags wrapped in her fist like a vice. As she lowered her gaze from the sky, none other than Jake Seresin was looking at her, his helmet on and comms engaged.

“We’re number one and two on reserve.“

“I hope to god we’re not needed.”

The bombs made impact, none of the pilots got stuck in g-lock, but Coffin Corner brought on endless waves of SAMs for them to deflect.

They were deploying flares, they were going to make it out alive, until Rooster’s voice was heard over comms.

“I’m out of flares.”

And the next thing Charlie heard through her headset stopped her cold.

“Take care of her.”

“Mav, no!”

Phoenix’s voice rang out through the chaos. “Dagger One is hit! I repeat, Dagger One is hit! Maverick is down!”

Charlie sucked in a breath. “No.”

“Dagger One, status. Status! Anyone see him? Did anyone see him?”

Payback responded first. “I didn’t see a parachute.”

“We have to circle back.”

“Comanche, bandits inbound. Recommend Daggers flow out.”

The carrier’s control room came through. “All Daggers flow to ECP, you have bandits headed for you.”

“What about Maverick?”

She looked across the tarmac to Hangman, who looked as downtrodden as she felt. But then he lifted his mask to his face, and Jake Seresin’s voice filled her ears.

“Dagger Spare requesting permission to launch and fly air cover.”

The knot in Charlie’s chest tightened as they responded, “Negative, Spare.”

He and Charlie both huffed out defeated breaths of air. She lifted her hands and signed at him, “This is bullshit,” before she realized he had no idea what she was saying.

“I know,” he signed back.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “You know sign language?”

“I have a deaf cousin. You?”

“Iceman.”

His eyes widened. “Iceman taught you ASL?”

“Yeah, with his throat cancer it hurt to speak so we learned it together—” The look of shock on Jake’s face caused Charlie to laugh. “I forgot to tell you, didn’t I?”

“Tell me what?”

“Iceman was my actual uncle. Blood relative. Maverick is just an uncle by association.”

Disbelief crossed over his face, but it was nothing compared to Charlie’s as Rooster’s voice burst through their headsets.

“This is Dagger Two. I’m going after Mav.”

Hangman lifted his hands to her this time. “Your boyfriend is a self-sacrificing idiot.”

She just waved him off and listened to Payback’s voice.

“Dagger Two is hit.”

“Dagger Two, come in. Dagger Two, do you copy?”

Silence.

Charlie looked over at Jake, tears in her eyes, and lifted her hands.

“If he survives this, I’m going to kill him.”

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Maverick shoved Rooster again. “I saved your life; that’s the whole point. What the hell were you even thinking?”

“You told me not to think!”

He couldn’t argue with that. “Well… it’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too.”

Mav grabbed his helmet and handed it to him. “Parker is going to kill us.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The crash landing sent Charlie stumbling from the impact on the deck. She saw the canopy retract from the F-14 and both men slide out of the jet. Cheers went up across the carrier, but Charlie only saw red as she pushed her way to the front of the small circle.

“You assholes!”

Bradley and Pete both looked scared shitless as they looked at her.

“You left me. You fucking left me, when I explicitly said to come home.”

Pete still had fear in his eyes, but the corners of Bradley’s lips lifted slightly.

“Hey, Lottie.”

She scowled at him as she wiped at her tears. “You owe me endless fish tacos.” She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder, the smell of jet fuel and sweat overwhelming. “You forced me to bond with Jake. I think I entered a parallel universe.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into the skin of her neck exposed under her suit. “But I knew he wasn’t gone. And I couldn’t leave him.”

“Don’t you dare try pulling that shit again.” She pulled away and looked him in the eyes, a mischievous glint in her own despite the tears nearly spilling over the edge. “Not without me up there with you.”

He smiled, his teeth glinting in the sun and his mustache pulled thin, then pulled her into a kiss, lifting her off the ground. She cupped his jaw and opened her mouth, letting his tongue sweep past her lips, but he pulled back abruptly and set her down.

“You bonded with Hangman?”

She chuckled and nodded. “He knows sign language. We’re gonna have a lot of fun talking shit.”

He shook his head as he laughed. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love me anyway.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“I will kick your ass so fast,” Charlie signed at Jake, who was flipping burgers outside of Pete’s hangar. He flipped her off in response, a smile on his face, and she laughed.

“Still surprises me that you guys are friends,” Natasha commented as Charlie rejoined the other pilots on the couch. “Didn’t you want to cut his dick off, like, two weeks ago?”

“He still owes me free drinks at Penny’s for the rest of his life—“

“Twelve years, Parker, not the rest of my life—“

“Semantics.” She waved off his comment with a brush of her hand. “But there’s something about sharing a traumatic experience with someone that unfortunately bonds you together. Even if it is Hangman.”

“I heard that.”

“You were supposed to.” She leaned back into the cushion and sighed. “Have you guys gotten your recall assignments yet?”

“Nope,” Javy said with a shake of his head. “Which is kind of freaking me out. What are they waiting for?”

“Me to tell you the news.” Pete walked in, cooler in his hands, and set it down near the table. “Hangman, you’ll want to hear this.” He set down his spatula and joined the group on the couch, standing over Mickey and Bradley.

“You’re all being reassigned.”

Reuben leaned forward immediately. “What?”

Pete nodded and tried to hide his smile. “You’re being reassigned to a new squadron, based out of North Island.”

Charlie’s lips spread into a grin. “What’s the squadron called?”

He met her eyes and let his smile show.

“Daggers.”

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Pete paid for the first round of celebratory drinks at The Hard Deck the next night and quickly closed the tab, his phone secure in his pocket. Penny just rolled her eyes and laughed at him. Reuben and Bob started on a game of 8 ball, and Charlie and Natasha took seats at the bar, facing the pool table.

“I could get used to this,” Nat mused, lip of the beer bottle on her lips. “Drinks at The Hard Deck after a mission, watching trashy Amanda Bynes movies with you on Saturdays, barbecues at Mav’s.”

“It’s nice,” Charlie agreed. “The normalcy of it all. And being on a squadron with people I actually like is a big plus.”

“Cheers to that.” She hit her bottle against Charlie’s and smiled as she took a sip, then set it down and rolled her eyes as she moved to help Reuben. “Payback, you’re killing me here, you gotta hold it like this.”

The stool beside her didn’t stay vacant for long.

“Glad to see you don’t need a new drink.” Jake smirked as he sat. “Don’t want to have to pull out my card just yet.”

She smirked back and shoved his shoulder lightly with her own. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to let you know.” She gave him a sideways glance and hummed a little before asking, “Are you sad you were reassigned?”

His eyebrows immediately furrowed in confusion. “Why would I be sad about being on an elite team of pilots?”

“I don’t know, you’re a big hotshot when you’re on any other squad.” She shrugged. “Here you’re just Jake. Don’t get me wrong, you’re an aggravatingly good pilot, but the rest of us wouldn’t be here if we couldn’t keep up. You don’t miss being the star?”

“Do you?” She scoffed. “C’mon, Parker, you fly just as well as I do, you can’t tell me you don’t miss being in charge.”

“You say that like they let me be in charge.”

“What do you mean?”

She took a long drink of her beer. “My old squad never took me seriously. I was the only female pilot, one of the few solo flyers, and they only really saw me as a piece of ass, so, no, I was never doing something worthwhile.” She grinned at him softly. “I am thrilled to finally be working with people that actually respect what I can do.”

He smiled back, eyebrows raised. “Even me?”

She signed back.

“Even you.”

He clinked his bottle against her’s. Then he flagged down Penny and got both of them refills. “Now, I have a very important question for you, Charlie.”

“Hmm?”

He leaned in close and whispered, “Do you have any embarrassing pictures of Rooster pre-mustache?” all while keeping eye contact with Bradley across the bar.

She followed his line of sight and giggled at Bradley’s expression, then replied, “You have no idea. And I have stories to go along with them.”

“Oh, you and I are going to be great friends.”

She broke eye contact with Bradley and looked back at Jake. “Aren’t we already?”

“Oh, of co—”

“‘Scuse me,” Bradley interrupted, “but I’d like to ask my girlfriend to dance now.”

“And interrupt whatever scheming Jake and I were doing,” Charlie teased. Before they walked too far, though, she turned around and signed to Jake, “We’ll talk.”

Bradley took her hand and swung her out on the makeshift dance floor, then pulled her in close and started swaying to the music.

“Hey, Lottie.”

She smiled and sighed, finally exhaling after a long day. Finally feeling at home.

“Hi, B.”

“You doing okay?”

She leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m always better when I’m with you.”

He kissed her head. “Me too.”

“Hey.” She leaned back and smiled at him.

“What?” he asked in confusion, a smile slowly growing.

“We’ll be in the same time zone again.”

He laughed lightly and twirled her around, catching her back in his arms. “Even better? You’ll be right next to me the whole time.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.

She slid a hand to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, slow and sweet, just like the 80s song playing over the jukebox. The hand on her waist slid lower until it rested on her hip, and he pulled her even closer. She opened her mouth as soon as his tongue slid against her lip, moaning ever so softly at the feel of his tongue dancing with hers.

The song changed and Charlie pulled back slightly, enough to catch her breath. “Damn, Bradshaw, you gonna take me out for dinner first?”

He brought his other hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Every chance I get. You wanna get out of here?”

She smiled and kissed him once more, suddenly remembering something Carole told her over late night glasses of wine.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

His eyes sparked and his mustache pulled thin as he grinned. “Show me the way home, honey.” He grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder.

“Bradley!” The pilots laughed, and Charlie couldn’t help but roll her eyes and wave goodbye as they walked out of the bar. He carried her all the way to the passenger door of his Bronco, where he finally set her down. “You’re insufferable.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Then her nose. Then both of her cheeks. Then her lips. And he grinned like a madman.

“You love me anyway.”

A/N: and that’s that! thank you for all of the support! and i might (probably) post the blurbs i have that give some background to rooster and parker’s friendship pre-TGM. *scheming face* love you all :)

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caw4brandon · 2 years

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- Sadie X Madeline: Do The MerMay -

Everybody jump Jump right in Hula with the flow and then Shimmy with the swim

- Do The Mermaid -

Gliding through the wild skies of the extreme sport that is known as acrobatic sky dive, Sadie mac Lir takes a trip down the tropical shores to visit her long distance friend online; Madeline Orionswan who shares a secret. She is part-mermaid!

Sadie also shares a secret of being part-harpy herself. The two bond over baring the half-blood status of being part human and part magical creature. As Sadie’s arms begin to sprout bright blue wings, she jets to the skies as high as her wings can take her. Madeline takes a deep dive then springs out to the air with her beautiful fin! Dancing underneath the clear blue oceans while Sadie challenges the breeze of the golden clouds. The two played around with their unique gifts until the sun sets to tomorrow.

Not the most spitting image of an actual mermaid fin but I thought this would be a fun idea to try. Thank you to our guest; Ecaterina ( @madelineorionswan ) for lending me her precious character for this little challenge.

[Maedeline Mermaid uses Catch Your Breath]

Her flight suit is based on one of the prompts I drew during Inktober 2021. As you can see, this isn’t Sadie-lite. But I already have a list of people in mind to add in the future. No actual promises but, Ask or no, I will do it. Because I love my new found friends here. My little thank you gift to you all. Once I get my list done. haha.

[Sadie Harpy uses Symphonic Symptoms]

Thanks for Reading

- Caw4B -

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dynamoe · 2 years

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Prologue | Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 ← You Are Here | Ch 7

In the height of Network TV days, popular sitcoms would do a special "sweeps week" double-length episode filmed in an exotic, trendy location. Consider this chapter one of those. (It's skookum long, man.) ** read it on A03, it's easier on your eyes

THE STORY SO FAR: It's the mid 1990s. To get discounted "Boy Genius" admission to a prestigious Super Science conference, Billy shaves 10 years off his age, gets a bad haircut and wears very short pants. Now, they've finally landed in Jet City.

“How can they lose our luggage? That thing was the size of a frickin’ planet,” Billy spat, incandescent with rage, while storming out of the door from baggage claim of SEA-TAC airport.

“Our bag is not lost, it’s in St. Louis,” White said slowly and calmly, a practiced master in the art of Billy-whispering.

“A direct flight. Point A to Point B. No stopovers. HOW do they lose a bag?!” Billy muttered, still furious.

“They have our number at the hotel and they will contact us when they can get it back to us.”

“All our clothes were in there and all the ConjectTech merch and— ,” Billy suddenly remembered, “Our invention for our presentation was in that bag! Fuck!”

“It’s fine, Billy,” Pete rested his hand on Billy’s head with gentle pressure, “Do you want to ride around on the baggage carousel for a while until you can calm down?”

“Oh no! I have to keep wearing THIS,” Billy furiously indicated the hated and now extra-rumpled short pants suit he had spent an uncomfortable three hour flight pulling out of self-administered wedgies.

“Seriously, don’t worry,” Pete said with more force, tipping down his sunglasses, “All of the essential paperwork I have on my person and I always take the liberty of putting five-large in unmarked bills up where no security’s gonna look for it, if you get my meaning.”

Billy processed. “You put… five-thousand dollars in cash… up your ass?”

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“Yeah, while you were in the x-ray line,” White said casually, looking through his shoulder bag for the plastic raincoat, “I do it before I fly anywhere as extra insurance in case something goes down.”

Billy still processed. “Why would you… I mean, it’s not illegal to have $5000 in your wallet.”

“It’s a habit I picked up when I was flying down to Mexico every week when I was doing a lot of… recreational traveling,” White said, squeezing way too much sunblock onto his palm, “Just puts my mind at ease knowing it’s there.”

Billy stopped struggling with the ‘why’ and shifted to the mechanics “How big around is five thousand dollars? I mean, even if it’s only 50 hundred-dollar-bills coiled really tightly it’s gotta be a diameter of–”

“Let’s get a cab into town,” Pete slapped the oozing sunblock roughly onto his face, “Airports are depressing.” --

Bagless, they grabbed the first free taxi at the stand.“Take us to the SPACE NEEDLE!” demanded Pete.

“Can’t do it, man. It came over the radio–- bomb threat,” the cabby said, “They evacuated and closed the ‘Sneedle down for the rest of the day.”

Pete and Billy looked at each other. That was unexpected.

The driver continued, “People are always trying to blow up the Space Needle. Like, pick somewhere else to blow up for once, y’know? They never actually do it either. Just... lame...”

Is there somewhere else you could take us? We’re never been to Seattle before,” Billy asked, almost apologetically.

“Yea, sure. The Fremont Troll. The Fremont Rocket. The Fremont Lenin statue,” the driver suggested, “I live in Fremont so I kinda know it best.”

“How about where they throw fish?”

“Pike Place Market? Laaaaaame,” the driver dismissed.

They both felt very small and uncool. Schooled by a local.

“Actually though, you should go to the Gum Wall. It’s under the market,” the driver concluded, pulling onto the highway, “It’s a wall... covered in gum.”

“Oh,” said Billy, confused, “Sounds... irreverent?”

“It fucks the paradigm of what an ‘attraction’ is, dude. The semiotics of tourism, like, blown to shit.”

“Lemme guess, you’re a grad student,” Pete leaned forward.

“Naw, man. I got my Masters in Philosophy two years ago.”

“And he’s driving a cab,” Pete emphasized to Billy with heavy ‘I told you college doesn’t matter’ overtones. Billy was more interested in where this philosopher-driver was taking them. Pete leaned back and looked out the windows as they drove. Overcast. Misting. Dark.

“Hey Billy, what time is it?”

Billy checked his watch, “Bit after four. Three hour flight. One hour of BULLSHIT!” Pete rested his calming hand on Billy’s head to stave off another rage attack.

“Jeez. Looks like it’s already, like, dusk out there,” Pete said, admiring the haze.

“We changed latitudes. Higher on the globe, the sunlight is at a more oblique angle,” Billy shrugged, unimpressed by planetary tilt’s effect on climate.

"Nah, It’s more than that,” Pete turned to the cabbie, “Is the sky supposed to be that color?”

The cabby stuck his head out the window, “Yeah, seems normal. The weather’s pretty much always like this, y’know. Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, yeah?”

“I thought it was supposed to rain a lot in Seattle,” asked Billy casually, as if he hadn’t memorized the annual rainfall of every American city.

“It rains, yeah, but mostly it does this,” the cabby gestured to the sky, “It’s just sort of blah, y’know. No sun. Just gray all day.”

Pete looked like he was about to cry, “It’s so freakin' beautiful.”

“It’s a wall. Covered in gum,” Billy stated the obvious, “This is disgusting. Why is this an attraction?”

“Not every city has Carnegie Hall, “ Pete shrugged with his back to the wall, looking up at the sky. They were in a sunken alley, outdoors but lower than street level as the lay of the land sloped down towards the waterfront.

“We should have gone to see the Fremont Troll,” Billy complained, studying a particularly grody chunk of spearmint smeared into the form of a smiley face, “People put all this gum here waiting to go see an improv show, can you believe it?”

“Believe the gum or believe anyone would wait in a line to see improv comedy?” asked Pete, yawning.

Billy looked down all 50 feet of gum-covered brick and shuddered. He pointed back up at the stairwell to the street above, “The market’s just over there. We could buy some clothes to wear until we get our luggage back,” Billy suggested,

He turned to where Pete stood a minute ago but nobody was there. Billy looked down the alley and caught just the sight of Pete disappearing around the corner, onto the Pike Place Hillclimb down to the piers.

Pete pulled off the plastic rain poncho. It wasn’t even misting anymore. Didn’t need it. He dropped on the stairs without stopping. Actually, he didn’t need his hat either. Dropped. He had a better view of the sky here, walking down the terraced stairs.

The sky was half-lit and overcast, the air was clammy, and he was just walking outside unprotected like it was normal. He kept going down these stairs under an overpass, passing quaint shops full of old tourists just disembarked from an Alaskan cruise ship, stretching their sea legs for a stopover and buying casually-racist native-themed knick-knacks for their friends back home.

No sunblock. No hood. No face cover. No umbrella. No nothing. Don’t need my arms covered. (Jacket dropped, too.) He got a strange look from a retired couple in matching windbreakers he passed going the other way. Fuck ‘em. They don’t know how great this feels. He defiantly stripped off his fuzzy cardigan, balled it up and lobbed it behind him.

“Hey! Mmmphh!” shouted a stranger who just got served a faceful of thrifted angora.

“Sorry, man,” Pete whiffed casually, but he was already on the move down the steps.

I can just... walk around with no real destination in mind, just being freed to go wherever I feel like. It’s like being in an open-world video game but real life, Pete theorized. Like King’s Quest VI but you don’t actually do any rescue-the-princess missions but go out and feed the ducks instead, maybe get a coffee. NPC, solve your own problems, I’m gonna sit on a bench and chill.

He could just make out the edge of the waterfront another flight of stairs below him– a street, the pier, a cruise ship in the bay and the far shore of Bainbridge Island. He bet they’d look even better without his sunglasses. Yeah, he didn’t need these either. He pitched them over his shoulder

“Hey, those are prescription. You need those to see, idiot,” Billy shouted from 3 staircases behind/above him, hopping down two and three steps at a time to catch up. His arms already full of Pete’s cast off laundry, he strained to pick up his glasses with his foot.

“It’s not sunny, Billy,” Pete shouted back, smiling like he was three-glasses-in wine-drunk, “Why would I wear sunglasses when it’s not sunny?”

“Because you’re mostly blind from lack of pigment in your retinas, bonehead,” Billy dropped boring reality like a hammer, cranky at being forced to be Pete’s clothing mule for whatever this disrobing euphoria was.

“This city is the true homeland of the Albino Nation,” Pete declared.

Billy looked behind him at a clump of tourists congregating at a beaded necklace kiosk. “Those weren’t albinos, they’re just Norwegian,” Billy dismissed.

Pete’s pupils were pinholes as he unbuttoned his 1970s cabana shirt with the pink squiggles on it.

“No, like, I’m home. THIS was where I was always meant to be.”

“The Aquarium?” Billy pointed dumbly. The Hillclimb ended at Pier 59, the Seattle Aquarium.

“Not specifically.” Pete mumbled as shrugged off the vintage shirt and pitched it into the bay. Billy watched it fall. Down to one layer.

“I’m not going in after that,” Billy said flatly.

Pete ignored him and kept walking along the waterfront.

“Whatever this is a demonstration of is counterproductive to us not having our luggage. We don’t need to lose MORE clothes when we only have what we’re wearing,” Billy punctured.

“I’m free. I never want to leave here. I don’t need any cover,” Pete whipped off his t-shirt and waved it over his head, “YEAAAAAH!” A ferry in the bay tooted at him.

“Aw, c’mon,” Billy whined, “after I just said—”

Pete pitched the shirt into the bay and darted for a bench in front of the Ivar’s Seafood Bar. He stood on it and threw his arms wide to the sky. His putty-colored rubbery torso stark against the purpley-gray clouds above him.

“C’mon, White. Put your clothes on,” Billy tutted, “People are trying to eat and your nipples are putting them off.”

“SEATTLE WEATHER IS THE GREATEST!” Pete screamed to the ocean.

“People are staring,” Billy said, embarrassed. He suspected Pete was suffering from some kind of lack-of-sun-stroke; he couldn’t cope without being boxed in by oppressive sunlight.

Some dick in the crowd pitched a full cup of Ivar’s Famous Clam Chowder at Pete, splattering him from neck to navel. At least it was the cream-base chowder with bacon bits not the tomatoey one so it matched his aesthetic.

“I AM NOT DETERRED! STILL INTO SEATTLE!” Pete continued screaming while dripping.

The dozen-odd pier seagulls caught the scent and stopped picking french fries off discarded trays and rummaging in garbage cans.

"It’s kinda damp here," Billy noted, feeling the air.

"You’re just too used to the desert," Pete muttered out of the side of his mouth, nearly drowned out by the beating of wings and a chorus of shrieking.

The gulls started swarming around him, dive-bombing to nip clammy nubs clinging to his skin and pants.

"You made your point, whatever it was. Can we please go to the hotel now?" Billy begged, protecting remaining eye from gull-strike.

"NO!" Pete screamed into the ocean over the bird riot clawing at his chowder-speckled carcass.

As if on cue, the drizzle started, growing quickly to a full-on pissing rainstorm. The pier cleared. People ran for cover. The gulls dissipated.

Billy pulled the rain poncho out of the pile of Pete’s discards and draped it over himself.

Rainy clam chowder residue ran down his torso onto his jeans. Angry red beak gouges and bleeding scrapes peppered his pallid skin. His waterlogged stringy hair stuck to his face.

"Ok, fine. Let’s go to the hotel."

The hotel was mid-level at best but to Billy who had spent every night sleeping on a brick of disintegrating upholstery foam claiming to be a cabin-bed, the standard room was filled with inconceivable luxury.

As he bounced on one of two (two!) king sized beds in the room he screamed, “This is so sweeeeeet!”

“You know you don’t have to be 11 once I close the door, pally,” Pete said wearily, slipping a ‘a do not disturb’ door hanger over the knob.

He sniffed at the T-shirt he was wearing, hastily bought from a tourist shop on the pier. Day-glo salmon or orcas or something leaping in front of the Space Needle and mountains, already dotted with dark patches where he had bled through. He couldn’t tell if he could still actually smell clam chowder or it was just traumatic sense-memories.

Billy rolled side to side and then front to back over the mattress, calculating, “You literally could fit nine of me on this.”

“Great, I’ll collar whatever cloning lab guys are at the science conference and tell ‘em to lay off the sheep and get busy on those Quizboy nonuplets.” White deadpanned.

He sat on the edge of one of the beds, “I can’t get that excited about a bed unless it’s got a breakfast tray of Eggs Benedict or a passed-out teenage girl on top of it.”

Billy stopped bouncing on the mattress, and looked stern, “Ew, White. No!”

“I didn’t really mean it. I was just trying to get a rise out of you,” White waved off, “Poached eggs are nasty.”

“We have about an hour before the Conference Cocktail Reception,” White unpacked his carry-on of the essentials: blow dryer, hairspray, curling wand, surge-protector, “We should get cleaned up.”

“I call the shower first,” Billy yelped, running for the bathroom.

“Certainly, you get the first shower. Gotta get all that clam chowder some yutz throw on you washed off, right?” White called after him, “Oh wait, that happened to me, you selfish little pick.”

“Oh my god, feel these towels, White.” Billy’s eyes grew even wider, “This is luxuriously PLUSH. Like... the pelt of a mythical animal made of absorbency.”

“Shave your legs again. You’re showing,” Pete demanded, Billy scowled.

“I oughta get a shirt printed -- ‘My mother shot me up with $20,000 worth of hormone therapy and all I got out of it was extremely aggressive leg hair,’” Billy muttered.

“I’ll do your hair and make-up after. Throw me the suit, I can steam it while you’re in there.”

“Only if you promise me you won’t throw it in the bay.”

“I feel like one of those inbred dogs at the Westminster Kennel Club show,” Billy griped as White hovered around him with a blowdryer and curling wand.

“Toy breed or non-sporting?”

“This is humiliating.”

“Nah. It’s just like school picture day. Remember? Didn’t your ma brush your hair hard to get all the knots out, even though it hurt your scalp real bad, bad enough for you to cry and even a whole bottle of No More Tears didn’t make a difference? And she said she’d burn you with her cigarette again if you didn’t stop simpering like a little girl?”

Billy stared blankly for slightly too long. “… No?”

Pete shrugged and curled the edge of Billy’s bangs under. He was going for the complete mushroom cap effect. Sleek, symmetrical and very “I swear I’m genuinely an actual child” chic.

“I hated School Picture Day,” Billy remembered, “The photographer was always pissy because he had to reframe his shot when I showed up even after finding two phone books for me to sit on.

“But now you have those precious memories forevah.”

“I managed to get a picture of me flipping the bird into the group photo of the Varsity Quiz Bowl team,” Billy perked up, “They printed that in the yearbook!”

“Little victories matter the most,” Pete nodded.

“Remember, you’re eleven,” Pete muttered under his breath as a final director’s note as they entered the Conference Welcome Cocktail Reception.

Billy picked out their name badges from a tray near the entrance, handing one to Pete and attaching one to his lapel.

“I know!” Billy snarled, “I’m in character. Get off my back. Why aren’t you ‘in character?’ You’re supposed to be my loyal sidekick.”

Pete turned icy, “I’m not you freakin’ sidekick”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m a ‘parent and/or guardian.’ That’s what the application said.”

“Check your con badge, numbnuts.”

Pete looked at the laminated card on his lapel for the first time:

MR. WHITE (Sidekick to Master Billy Quizboy, B.G.)

“You little shit.”

“I put the name you wanted, Harvey,” Billy burbled in a stomach-churning sweetie voice.

Pete hissed through gritted teeth, “If it wouldn’t put my back out I’d come down there and slice your friggin’ ear off.”

“But you can’t so you won’t,” Billy teased with a cruel smile, “Get your master a drink.”

Pete walked off and stood sourly in the bar line. “But you can’t shssccho you won’t. Meh!” he mimicked to himself, making sure his Billy impression was extra slushy and dumb-sounding.

“Oh, hello,” said an elderly scientist standing next to him in line. Great, now he had to make small talk, too. The duffer leaned in to read White’s badge.

“With what do you assist Master Billy?” an elderly scientist asked, benignly.

“Oh, whatever he demands. I owe my existence to him," Pete rattled off in a high nasal whine, letting his pupils drift in opposite directions, "If I displease him he shows me the others he made. He keeps them stacked like cordwood in the walk-in freezer, waiting for activation to remind me I can be replaced. He took away our pigment so we can not escape into the ‘brightworld’ to mix with the real humans.”

The elderly scientist looked confused.

“I would kill for Master Billy,” White said blankly, his colorless eyes staring into infinity.

The scientist wandered off, waiting for a drink didn’t seem worth it.

Billy found Pete in the crowd, holding two drinks, “What the fuck are you telling the other people about me? I just got the stink eye from the world’s foremost expert on microbial biodegradation”

“Just how I dress you and change your bedsheets whenever you have ‘a rough night’ and ‘piss the bed,’” Pete air-quoted unnecessarily.

“Jesus, White! What the hell's wrong with you?”

“Ooh, canapes,” Pete made a bee-line for the cater-waiter.

Sticking close to the hotel bar, the two looked over the half-full welcome reception. Billy nursed a rocks glass full of apple juice as Pete gave him the breakdown of the room

“The scrum of buzz-cuts and clip-on ties in the corner-- Aerospace. Probably locals. That table of the Eddie Deezens – software executives. Reassuring success hasn’t changed them since they look the same as when they recruited at my college ten years ago. Except now they all have Rolexes.”

White pointed around the room “Academic. Academic. Government. Private Sector. Don’t Know. Private Sector. Military.”

Billy followed his finger “Everyone here is, like, super old.”

“Welcome to Super Science,” White said through a mouthful of bacon-wrapped dates, his eyes never leaving the cater-station by the kitchen door, “Ooh, stuffed mushrooms are coming.”

Billy climbed on a banquet chair to get a better view, “There’s probably more green people than black people in this room.”

“Not a lot of girls either,” White glumly observed, spraying canape crumbs out of his mouth.“Weird that no other ‘boy geniuses’ took up the half-price deal, huh? ”

Billy shook his head, “There are five other Boy Geniuses registered for the Conference. Two are flying in from Asia and haven’t arrived yet. One is missing the first day of the conference to compete in a robotics tournament that overlaps. One is an extreme fundamentalist and refused to enter a facility where alcohol is being imbibed— that’s his mother saying that, not him. He’s up in his hotel room. Can’t speak for the last one. Total mystery.”

“Fun bunch,” White muttered sarcastically, “Aren’t there any Girl Geniuses? We could breed more of you.”

“Geniusing is a Boy’s Club. Maybe in a couple decades they can get out of the Girl Detectives ghetto but the infrastructure seems just as sexist as when I was coming up the ranks.”

Billy sipped his drink and looked across the room, “That old creep in the wheelchair keeps staring at me.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. He probably just wants to fuck you.”

“WHAT!?”

“It’s a room full of old weird scientists,” White shrugged, popping another mini-taco in his mouth, “Swing a cat, hit a pedophile,”

“Master Quizboy? A pleasure to meet you,” a suave gentleman extended a hand, startling Billy who now was imagining kid-touchers with tenure slinking around every corner.

“Dr. Alonzo Superwash, chair of the Conference Board. This is my graduate associate, Ms. Krutzburg, who will be assisting me for the conference.”

An unsmiling dark-haired young woman nodded in acknowledgment.

“Um, hello. May I introduce my associate, Mr. White,” mirrored Billy, not wanting to open the “sidekick” can of worms in front of strangers. Pete was tunnel-focused onto the cater-waiters. Billy nudged him to bring him back.

“Oh. Right. How are ya?” Pete inelegantly got in on the hand-shaking. He finally clocked there was a woman in their midst and his eyes lit up.

“Master Quizboy, could I trouble you for a minute of your time?” Dr. Alonzo gestured into the crowd, indicating he wanted to break away from the scrum.

Billy hopped off the chair, internally cursing his luck that he wasn’t going to witness the epic foot-in-mouth embarrassment sure to follow when leaving White alone with the doctor’s young female assistant to deploy his charm offensive.

Billy knew he should feel guilty about the glee he felt watching Pete fail with women but made him feel better about never making an effort himself. Billy had literally never spoken to a woman who wasn’t his mother, a quizbowl judge, child prodigy pageant administrator or working in the service industry while he interacted with them. He was too self-conscious of his limitations to even try.

Pete White was a fascinating case study -- with his mouth shut, he was tall, cool and handsome (after the initial color shock wore off) but within thirty seconds of Pete talking, most people-- regardless of gender-- developed an instinctive revulsion. The harder he tried to be charming the faster the dislike took hold. Billy witnessed total strangers take a swing at White, or denounce him for crimes he had nothing to do with. He was the universal recipient of “How Dare You, Sir” speeches, whether they were applicable or not.

The Germans had a word for someone with a punchable face (“Backpfeifengesicht”), but Pete White was the only man alive with a punchable personality. And his accent certainly didn’t help.

Billy made a note to study the phenomenon. Was it micro-expressions triggering a universal, inborn behavioral reaction? Maybe it was chemical, like a kind of reverse pheromone? Could they synthetically recreate and bottle it? Were there industrial applications?

Dr. Superwash had walked them just a dozen feet into the crowd, talking the whole time, which Billy only caught half of, so lost in his analysis of his best friend’s repulsiveness. Billy could still see the back of White’s head and the grad student’s face from where they were standing. He could tell just from White’s hand gestures he was name-dropping celebrities as the polite attention strained, wavered, and then fully drained from Ms. Krutzburg. She was transitioning to the ‘outright hostility’ phase right on schedule.

“Going going gone,” Billy sighed, before realizing Dr. Superwash was still talking.

“—our residency program in Geneva. Would you say?” Dr. Superwash paused for response.

“Sorry. I missed part of what you were saying. It’s noisy down at floor-level.”

Superwash chuckled benignly, and leaned in, “Of course. I should have considered that.”

“I was inviting you, Master Quizboy, to join our international pilot program for the up and coming generation of Super Scientists. I believe I’m not overstating it to predict we’re on the cusp of some big discoveries in fields as varied as subatomic particles to human genetics.

“That’s what I’m planning on getting into after I finish medical school,” Billy jumped in, neglecting to mention he was attending the esteemed University of the Breakfast Nook, daily lectures by Professor Library Card, “I mean, genetic research and neurology. Both, y’know, for personal reasons.”

“The Human Genome Project has only just begun but it’s doing wonderful things. And I’m sure you could take some time off from your studies to get some hands-on experience.”

“That program sounds incredible. I don’t know what to say.”

“Our foundation has partnerships with several campuses doing research in Germany, Japan and here in the States: locally at the University of Washington, a few sites in Texas and of course, at MIT.”

Billy stifled a squeal of delight. He could actually go to MIT! Better late than never.

“It can’t have escaped your notice that the entire field is at a crossroads. Super Science is ‘graying’ and losing focus in a post-Cold War environment. We need to support and highlight promising young talent.”

“Young, right.” Billy repeated. He forgot this was a scam. He was a liar. He was at the conference under false pretenses and these were not real offers he could actually accept. He turned away to not have to look Dr. Superwash in the eye, only to catch the glance of that old creep in the wheelchair across the room, staring at him intensely.

“We’re having a panel tomorrow on youth outreach, I’d encourage you to attend.”

“Dr. Superwash, do you know who that man is?” Billy asked, pointing at the wheelchair across the room..

“Considering your background I would have assumed you had met Prof. Putnam already.”

Billy’s good eye nearly popped out of his skull. Shit.

“I would be more than happy to introduce you, if you like.”

“No. Please don’t. I mean, don’t trouble yourself. That’s ok. I have to go. I’ll consider the offer but, yeah, I have to leave quite suddenly right... now,” Billy stumbled backwards before he bolted.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

–

“Of course, no one had checked the server connection so I said…”

Billy clipped alongside Pete in his best this-isn’t-running-just-walking-casually-as-quickly-as-possible scramble and stage-whispered, “We gotta go. We gotta go. We gotta get out of here. Like, now.”

“Where’s the fire?” White jovially, throwing in a fake laugh. He threw an arm around Ms. Krutzburg's shoulder who visibly shuddered with revulsion at the liberty taken, “We’re all just getting acquainted.”

Billy pointed accusingly at Ms. Krutzburg and bellowed, “You’re off the hook. Scram!”

She let out a sigh of relief, shrugged White's arm off of her and disappeared back into the crowd.

“D’aw, Billy!” White groaned, “I was really getting somewhere with her.”

“Halfway to another black eye,” Billy leapt onto a chair to get into his face, “I’m serious, White. We gotta GET OUT.” Billy was foaming with panic as he jerked his metal thumb behind him.

White looked back where Billy came from and saw the palsy-faced wheelchair geezer inching their direction, dragging an oxygen tank and a net of breathing tubes. Pete didn’t wait for the whole story – there’s no way this ends well – he just bounced. Skidding in the entryway, Pete whipped his centrifugal momentum into a slide through the door with Billy hot on his heels.

They ran but the old man in the wheelchair followed. Slowly. Steadily. With seething hatred pouring out of every inch of his desiccated 90-year-old face.

“We need distance. We need higher ground. We need camouflage,” Billy strategized.

Just jogging the distance between the hotel bar and the front door had totally spent White, left bent over and wheezing asthmatically on the sidewalk 10 feet behind him, “What are we running from?” he shouted.

“Long story, just don’t let him catch up,” Billy shouted back without breaking pace.

“Why am I running away? He doesn’t even know me.”

“Because if Prof. Peebo Putnam catches me, he’s going to murder me with his bare hands and you don’t know how to work the coffeemaker back home.”

Whatever advantage youth gave them was undercut by Quizboy’s piddling stride length and White’s near-religious devotion to the art of laziness and, of course, the old man having wheels and a battery-powered motor.

All of downtown Seattle was built on an incline. It's practically as hilly as San Francisco but they didn’t make a whole “thing” out of it. The slope probably was worse for the wheelchair but it wasn’t doing Pete any favors.Despite having a head start and years of practice of running away from threats, Pete was barely keeping up with Billy’s hustle.

“Go for the Tsutakawa!” Billy yelped.

“The what?”

“That Jetsons-looking sculpture fountain thing” Billy pointed at a mid century modern piece of public art in front of the Central Library.

Billy leapt into the fountain’s pool and clambered up the base, grabbing for the central stalk to pull himself up higher into the bronze sculpture like monkey bars.

“Aw, I’m gonna get wet again!”

“Do I have to cover you in clam chowder to motivate you?” Billy’s head popped out of a hole in the side of a blobby modernistic bronze form punctured with oval openings to whisper-shout, “ MOVE!”

Pete stepped reluctantly into the pool and onto the first level of the fountain. He grabbed Billy’s extended hand. Billy pulled and Pete kicked off, climbing higher into the sculpture – off the fork-tines of the lower crown shape into the open-sided egg spheroid and out over the lilypad platform on top.

“George Tsutakawa's fusion of Asian, Native American, and Abstract Expressionist forms is deeply evocative of the Pacific Northwest,” Billy tensely whispered as the whine of Putnam’s electric motor grew closer and louder before zooming past the fountain entirely. He had overshot by five blocks at least when Pete lost his balance and fell backward into the reflecting pool with a splash.

Putnam’s chair spun around, searching for the cause of the noise but saw nothing. He started rolling away slowly.

Pete couldn’t hold his breath underwater any longer and exploded from under the water’s surface in a white arc. Peebo’s wheelchair whipped around again to face him but only saw a drenched albino he didn't know gasping for air, sitting up to his elbows in a pool.

Peebo’s chair rotated away from the fountain again, Billy took the window of opportunity to slide off the lip of the fountain and into the pool. Finding his feet, he shook off as much water as he could and then darted up a side street.

“Jesus, Billy, don’t leave me, “ White whined.

Being over 90 hadn’t dampened Putnam’s hearing and he revolved again back to see the wet albino stagger up a side street, presumably also in pursuit of Billy Quizboy (née Whalen). Facing a sleep incline, Peebo shifted gears on the electric wheelchair and started to climb.

Pete padded up behind Billy at a wavering pace, alternately surging and falling behind. Pete wasn’t much of a “running” guy. Or a “physical activity” guy, if he was truly honest.

“Billy!” he shouted, breathing ragged and hard.

“What?” Billy shouted back

“You know I respect you as (pant) a full human being and would never (wheeze) consider you “less-than” based on your (gasp) size or disabilities?”

“I never assumed you would,” Billy shouted, confused, “Why bring that up now?”

“I wanted to establish that ON RECORD,” Pete wheezed and panted harder, “In advance of what I am about to do.”

He took a bracing breath. He scooped up Billy by the knees, threw him over his shoulder like a bag of laundry and leapt on top of a dumpster.

“What the fuck?” Billy screamed, dangling upside down over White’s shoulder, “Don’t drop me! Don’t drop me!

“I’m being heroic over here and your screaming is really putting me off, fella.”

Pete looked at the nearest building – a 19th century wreck, probably abandoned and condemned. A distant sound of a jackhammer echoed from within. He shimmied up a sturdy drain pipe for a few feet before he could just reach the bottom-most rung of an ancient rust-pitted fire ladder. He gripped the ladder and used the last of his panic-strength to heave both of them onto the fire escape. From there they rolled into the building through a half-open window.

They could hear the grinding gears of the motorized wheelchair from their point of departure below before it was drowned out by a repetitive pounding and feedback whine from above them. Pete collapsed to the floor, dropping Billy on his head.

The pounding was even louder now. “We go up through the interior stairs, out onto the roof. Jump to the next building over, go down those stairs and come out…” Pete mapped out their next steps, still collapsed on the floor with eyes closed. Pound pound pound.

Billy shook White's shoulder. White sat up. Billy pointed. A pause in the pounding.

A group of stoned-looking, long-haired dudes in flannel with guitars were staring back at them. The building wasn’t condemned. It was a rehearsal.

“Sorry,” Billy murmured apologetically, “We were just in the neighborhood.”

“Don’t mind us. Just passing through,” White staggered to his feet, “Don’t want to impose on your hospitality.”

They hustled out the door as quickly as they could. The band looked at each other and just shrugged.

The drummer counted them in to start the song over but White leaned his head back in the door,“The bassist’s E is flat. Give that peg a little twist there, pally.”

Billy grabbed him and yanked him back out into the hall.

It was getting late and Prof. Peebo Putnam had probably rolled back to the hotel to wait for them. They still had a room and they were still attending the conference, but going back to the hotel was a risk. They walked a dozen blocks south, just to be sure they were out of Putnam’s orbit. Billy had a destination in mind and consulting his hand drawn-on-graph-paper map, he led Pete to an unmarked door in an industrial district.

“Are you sure we should be here? Doesn’t look too ‘tourist friendly,” Pete asked over the sound of his shoes crunching on broken glass. Broken car windows or spent syringes were equally likely.

“Sorry grandma. I don’t go to a new city just to see if the Olive Garden here has the salad bar in the same place as the one back home,” Billy mocked, throwing his whole body weight into attempting to wrench the steel fire door open.

Pete resigned himself and opened the door for him.

“I got this tip off ALT.CITY.SEATTLE.REAL_SEATTLE. It’s not some Disneyfied rip-off for boring suburbanites. This is the genuine authentic stuff,” Billy declared snobbishly, as if Americanized chop suey was the greatest problem facing them today, not homicidal-minded old geezers with wheels.

A dark, windowless room. It smelled vaguely like formaldehyde. There was a pile of shrink-wrapped counterfeit (maybe?) designer purses stacked in the corner of the room for some reason. A huge aquarium in the back of the room seemed to be filled with more slime than fish but was wired some kind of color-shifting neon that cast green, blue then purple light around the room.

The two approached a sour-faced eight-year-old-girl sitting at a cash register. She looked up briefly from her math homework and then nodded in the vague direction of a table. “Ba! Người da trắng!” she shouted.

Billy and Pete grabbed a plastic covered table decorated with a jar full of chopsticks, an ashtray and a bottle of murky sauce with no label.

“Anh ơi!” Billy shouted aimlessly towards the back of the restaurant.

A man in a shiny silk shirt rose from the only other occupied table. He and the other men appeared to playing some kind of card game that also involved mahjong tiles and huge wads of cash thrown on the table. The others looked over to glare at Billy for interrupting them. The card-player, now acting as waiter, approached the table-- a tough wearing sunglasses despite the darkness of the room with recently inflicted knife-scars on his cheek-- and made a face that dared them to ask for anything.

“Great, now we’re going to be murdered by a Triad gangster” Pete panic-whispered, “We shoulda just gone back to Ivar’s Acres of Clams!”

Billy shushed him.

“Anh ơi, cho con hai chai bia một tô phở” Billy said rapidly before turning to Pete, “How hungry are you?”

“I could eat,” he shrugged, his panic dissipated by confusion.

“Một tô bún thịt nướng.” Billy said, pointing at Pete.

“Phát âm của bạn thật tệ,” the waiter grunted, looking slightly amused as he wandered off in no real hurry.

“You speak Vietnamese?” Pete asked, baffled.

“Not really. I picked up a couple phrases. Enough to get by,” Billy shrugged, “You know like ‘Good morning,’ ‘How are you,’ ‘My father is the British ambassador and will not pay the ransom if I am bodily harmed.’ “

“‘I did not conspire with the Cần Lao Party to rig the 1955 referendum for Ngô Dinh Diêm.’”

“Sure, phrases like that. Basic stuff.”

“Cậu bé xấu xí điếm và ma cô của anh ta muốn một ít bia!” Billy heard the waiter yell at the kitchen staff.

He didn't bother to translate that one for Pete as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, still soggy from the dip in the fountain but smokable. Billy pulled the ashtray towards him.

“I can’t believe you’re smoking,” Pete shook his head.

“I’m under a lot of stress,” Billy defended himself, “I think you’d understand that after today. Actually, I can’t believe you’re NOT smoking.”

“You’re studying to be a doctor. You gotta know better.”

“All doctors smoke and the ones that don’t are alcoholics,” Billy stated flatly.

“Smoking is so dumb.”

“I’d take that more seriously from a man who didn’t spend a decade shoveling 70% of the output of Columbia up his nose.”

“What do you want me to say? It was the ‘80s. I worked in TV and I was a radio DJ in LA before that. I was paid in cocaine. It was just part of the culture,” White waved him off and threw to profile, “It would be an insult to GOD not to use this for blow. This is a gorgeous coke nose. I was made for snorting rails.”

Billy rolled his good eye.

“God, I wish we had some cocaine right now. You’d really love it. It’s so… great,” Pete got misty, “Ask your scary gangster friend if he has any hookups for blow. What’s Vietnamese for an eight ball? I’ll ask myself.”

Billy folded his arms. Pete got defensive.

“I have been stone-cold sober since the day you moved into the trailer,” White protested, counting on his fingers, “No blow. No smokes. No hash. No go-pills. No dust. No rock. No H. No booze.”

Billy raised an eyebrow as the waiter dropped a couple of sweating bottles of Tsingtao on the table

White reneged and grabbed one, “Within the rage of standard deviation it rounds down to ZERO.”

“The only time I got to leave my desk at work was for ‘smoke breaks’ so I just picked it up.” Billy explained, stubbing out his cigarette and slamming the bottle on the edge of the table to pop the bottle cap, “To be sociable.”

“You’re not twenty-one yet. You shouldn’t be drinking that,” Pete noted. Billy really wasn’t 21 but at this point what age he was or wasn’t seemed just academic. And confusing.

“I know, I know. I’m eleven,” Billy said hoarsely. He had sweated off all the make-up in the chase. His worry-lines, eye-circles, stubble and acne re-emerged, making him the most haggard-faced 5th grader who ever lived, “But I’m also smoking, swearing and talking about scoring you an eight of a phiện trăng, so a beer with dinner is a drop in the bucket.”

The waiter breezed by and indifferently dropped a bowl of phở and a grilled pork chop over rice noodles on the table with a clank.

“At what point do you want to tell me why some old fart on a hoveround chased you 20 blocks with murderous intent?”

Billy grimaced as he slurped a seemingly endless mass of noodles out of the broth.

“Holy shit, this is really fucking good,” Billy lit up-- the happiest he’d been all day, “Nice one, USENET.”

“You’re stalling.”

“No, try it. This is fucking incredible.”

“I will, but I still want an answer,” Pete warned, scooping up some of Billy’s phở.

Billy sighed, “I’ve told you before I was kind of a shit when I was a kid.”

“Yeah, I know. I was there, remember?”

“No, before that. When I was a kid kid. When I really was a boy genius, not whatever this is,” Billy waved his chopsticks over his soggy conference disguise.

“And I absolutely was not a shit when you met me, by the way,” Billy added defensively. White just shrugged.

“The old man in the wheelchair was my agent. Or maybe was he a manager? He was the guy my mother had hired to make me famous.”

White didn’t like the acid Billy spiked the word ‘mother’ with. White had never met Billy’s mother. She wasn’t chaperoning him at any taping of Quizboys, which seemed odd but he wasn’t paid to care about that and he had better things to snort at the time.

“That guy Putnam stuck to us for years,” Billy fumed, “I blamed him for making me do all the stupid contests and publicity stunts. I thought if he went away... if it went back to just my mom and me our lives could be normal again.”

Billy sucked down another tangle of noodles and swallowed hard. It was hard to “eat angry.”

“He absolutely was banging my mom, too,” Billy seethed, “So I got rid of him.”

“You got rid of him?” Pete tilted his head, his mouth stuffed with rice vermicelli.

“I blew up his car,” Billy said.

Pete choked, “You blew up his car?!”

“And I burned down his house,” Billy scratched his head, straining to remember the details, “One of his houses. I flooded his other one with raw sewage.”

Pete looked perversely proud of his junior partner, “You did all that?”

“I was trying to kill him,” Billy said icily, “I didn’t, obviously.”

“No kid likes mom’s new boyfriend but that’s… intense.”

“After that he just left without saying goodbye,” Billy said, staring into his phở, “Mom was pretty upset but I assumed she’d get over it.”

“People tryin’ to murder us is, like, almost routine now,” White considered, “But, y’know, this is the first time I think the guy actually has a real justification.”

Billy sighed, “But Putnam wasn’t the real problem. With him gone I found out Mom was calling the shots the whole time. It just got worse. I finally figured out what she was doing. Doing to me, I mean.”

Pete looked worried and asked cautiously, “What was she doing?”

Billy looked up, “Are you sure you want to hear this? It gets pretty fucked up.”

AO3 | Prologue | Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 ← You Are Here | Ch 7

Author Notes

Uploaded this chapter to A03 for easier reading

The Tsutakawa fountain in front of the Central Library is way too small to for two people be able to hide in it. In reality, it's like the size of a large birdbath.

I like the idea Billy learns dozens of languages, enthusiastically tries them out and speaks all of them near-unintelligibly. (I have him speaking slushy Spanish in another story.)

Seattle today has as many pho shops as coffee bars. My historical consultant said, unlike other cities with big Vietnamese communities, Seattle had no Vietnamese restaurants in the '90s. (The details of wandering into a restaurant that's clearly not meant for you {with self-appointed Anthony-Bourdain-Jr. foodie dudes insisting on going into them} is based more on New York Chinatown experiences.)

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SECRETS: PETER PARKER X ADOPTED DAUGHTER!TONY (2)

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Tony and Peter talked about the benefits of the internship, well it was more Tony talking and Peter listening. He looked a little gobsmacked as if this had come out of the blue and that's when I realised it probably had. I wondered what had caught Tony's eye, was he good with computers? Was he like Wanda?

"I've got some homework to do," I announced, leaving them at the table. I didn't really, I was going to go snooping. Tony didn't know this but I was able to access all the files he thought he had locked. I was somewhat good with that stuff, I think it was from spending a bit of time with Natasha before we found out who she was.

I woke up my computer and logged in, usually, I would use voice control but I couldn't risk Tony hearing me. He had a habit of sneaking up on me. A few taps on a keyboard and three access codes later, I had access to Tony's history. Every button he had pressed, every command he had spoken and everything he had done manually or through F.R.I.D.A.Y. I scrolled through and that's when I found the video. A boy dressed in a red suit swinging from the buildings and catching a car.

"What the fuck," I said quietly as I watched it over and over again. I knew this was why Peter was here. Tony was bringing together an army, a new avengers just to bring Steve down. I clicked off it and searched more. "What are you planning?" I asked aloud, there was a reason for Germany and I was going to find it.

It didn't take me long, and I knew what I would have to do next. I needed to reboot the queen jet it the garage but I needed to do it in a way Tony wouldn't know. And, that was going to be tricky. I was good at being invisible online but in reality...not so much.

I galloped down the stairs quickly and found Tony sitting on the sofa. "Where's Peter?" I asked.

"Calling his Aunt," he said and checked his watch. He stood up, "I have some business to attend, take out on me," he said practically running for the door.

"Hang on, what about Peter?" I asked, "I'm not babysitting!"

"Technically he would be babysitting you because he's older," Tony said. I stood with my hands on my hips and glared at him. He kissed the top of my head and said, "get whatever take out you want and I'll be back later on."

The door opened as his car pulled up outside. I watched him get in the car, grin and wave at me and speed off. I closed the door as I stepped back into the house. When I turned I saw Peter standing there with an old phone in his hand. "He'll be back in time for Germany," I said waving it off, "he does that a lot but good news is take out!"

Peter nodded. I wanted to ask him about his gift, but something stopped me and instead, I asked, "have you seen Tony's workshop? Has he given you a tour?"

Peter shook his head, "no, he only talked about Germany," Peter said though didn't expand further.

"He's a rubbish host," I tutted and encouraged him to follow me as I took him around the house showing off all of Tony's work. It was one of the reasons I never had friends round, there was too much to break, steal and take advantage of here, but Peter was different. Something about him was humble and I knew he wouldn't judge me. "And, now his work room," I said, opening to door, "I don't know what state he's left it in."

"Hello y/n and Peter," F.R.I.D.A.Y said.

I looked at peter with a delighted smile, "F.R.I.D.A.Y knows you already! Tony must have registered you on the system," I said. Then nudged him, "one step closer to avenger status," I joked and he laughed. His laugh was like listening to your favourite song and I made sure to make him laugh again.

"Do you want to try one on?" I asked.

Peter's face lit up, "really?" he asked, I nodded.

"Choose one, F.R.I.D.A.Y won't tell on us, will you?" I asked.

"Of course not, Miss Stark. Your secrets safe with me," F.R.I.D.A.Y said, lighting up the suits.

"I'll put one on if it makes you feel less awkward," I said, watching Peter as he walked in front of each suit. I could see he was trying to decide whether or not to put one on and then I could see him trying to decide which one.

"I can't," he said eventually, turning around. "It's not right."

I smiled, anyone else would have taken up that offer in a heartbeat, but I should have known Peter was different. "That's okay, F.R.I.D.A.Y wouldn't have allowed it anyway. She's a little tease," I said, holding out my hand for him to take. "Shall we watch a movie?" I asked as he took my hand.

We must have fallen asleep during the fifth film we were watching because when I woke, Peter was nowhere in the house. Instead, there was a note on the coffee table.

Thanks for everything, can we keep in touch?

And below there was a phone number followed by pp x. I folded it up and put it in my pocket, running down the stairs to my own workshop before setting out in the queen jet. Tony wasn't bringing Peter into his stupid fight without my say so. "F.R.I.D.A.Y? Play me something good," I said. F.R.I.D.A.Y said nothing, instead, Sabotage by Beastie Boys blasted through the speakers.

I know, it was a mad idea to fly to Germany, I didn't really know what I was getting into. Who knew what waited for me when I land, but as I flew closer I could see the fight was already happening. I landed in the field near the airport, locked up the queen jet and flicked my wrists which had bangles on them.

The bangles transformed to create my own green Iron suit. "Nice to see you again, y/n," F.R.I.D.A.Y said in my ear, activating flight mode for me. Wings pushed put from the back of the suit, lifting me in the air. I wasn't wasting any time and F.R.I.D.A.Y knew that.

I was a fair flyer, this was the fifth model Tony had made for me. I had always wanted to fly but I used to stress how much I wanted a suit with wings and not one like his. So, on my eighth birthday, I was given my first flying lesson with my own iron winged suit.

I performed a few turns and tricks as I reached closer to the fighting and their coms began filtering through. "What was that?" Sam said, "I saw something flying."

I spotted Tony immediately, he was fighting with Steve and so I dived down, knocking Steve down. "Hi, Steve. You doing alright?" I asked, standing over him, letting my helmet lift up so he could see my smile.

"Oi!" Tony yelled and I turned to him, "What are you doing here!"

"Helping!" I said, letting the helmet drop as I took off into the air as Falcon passed overhead.

"No, you get down here right now, young lady!" Tony shouted through the coms.

I flinched, "ouch! If you're going to continue to shout in my ear I'm muting you," I warned, letting a grin sneak on my face. I couldn't help but enjoy the chaos of the fight. I swooped down, tripping up Hawkeye as he made his way to Natasha. "Hi, Nat!" I said, waving as I passed.

Nat stopped mid-run and watched me flip and turn in the air. I watched from above until I spotted him. He had a new suit on but as F.R.I.D.A.Y picked up on his voice, I knew it was Peter.

I couldn't act on it as I saw Rhodes get hit by the abnormally large person. He was flying uncontrollably through the air, "guys, Rhodes! I need help, guys!" I panicked down the coms as I swung my zip tie around him and pulled back. It wasn't enough and I was being pulled along with him.

"I got it!" Peter responded and my heart fluttered, though I wasn't sure if that was through relief or something more.

I pulled back harder as I spotted Peter, he shot webs that wrapped around Rhodes. I dropped down so we were at the same height. Peter was pulled into the air and we both landed on the truck with a crash. But, we had stopped Rhodes from crashing and he flew back to the fight. I followed, knowing there was no time for small talk. "We need to take out the big one," I said.

"I got it, has anyone seen that really old film called Empire Strikes Back?" Peter said as he ran over the plane.

"Told you watching it would be useful," I said over the coms, after all, we had just watched it that night. I saw him slide to a stop and look over at me.

"y/n?" He questioned.

"Yeah, who else would it be," I laughed landing next to him, lifting my helmet and smiling at him, "let's get him," I said, holding out my hand. He held onto my arm and I gripped his. We were on the same page, and although he could swing around in the air, I would be able to give him more speed.

"Woooooooooo," He said and I could hear the grin on his face as I flew around the legs of the giant man.

Just as we thought out plan was unbreakable, the man began to fall and hit us with his hand sending up flying across the airport. I crashed to the floor, hearing the paint on my suit scrape off and Peter landed next to me. Before he hit the ground I used one of my wings to slow him down just a little bit.

"You two are done!" Tony scolded us both as he landed on his feet in front of us.

I let my helmet lift up as Peter took off his mask. After a moment I looked at him, "thanks for the note."

He made a whimper of noise and I took that as a 'no problem', but he sat up and inched towards me. "I really wish we had more time together," He said, I sat up.

"We do, we have all the time in the world," I said. I wasn't sure where this was coming from.

"But, what about your dad?" He asked.

"He doesn't have to know," I said. After all, Tony kept enough secrets from me these days, "it'll be our secret... if you want," I shrugged and looked after suddenly feeling exposed. I wasn't used to this. Feelings weren't my strongest suit.

He smiled and blushed, "I'd like that."

I nodded, looking away again and giggled. "Nice moves by the way," I said, referring back to the fight.

"Your not too bad yourself," He laughed, attempting to stretch his arms but he doubled over in pain.

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Virtue & Valor [4]: Steve x Reader

Series Masterlist

You and your husband have the perfect life. Jobs that you love, a happy marriage, an amazing sex life… You couldn’t ask for anything more. But when something unexpected shows up on your front doorstep that completely turns your world upside down, can your relationship survive the fallout? Or will you have to let your feelings go in favor of the greater good? Letting go of the past can be difficult, especially when the future looks so bleak, but maybe you can figure out how to move forward together. You may just make it out to see the other side.

Word Count: 5814

Warnings: Canon typical violence, strong language, Hydra!Cap is kind of an asshole, this part contains smut (18+), rough sex (still consensual), foreplay of the violent variety, knife play, gun play(kind of?), blood, biting, sass dialed up to 11

“What is the status of our patients?” the disembodied voice fills the space of the lab.

“The memory data transfer has been completed in both patients. Subject Alpha-18 was quicker to respond to the package, but Alpha-19 soon followed suit,” one of the scientists speaks while looking over their computer monitor.

“Excellent. Any change to the subcortical activity?” the voice asks.

“None, yet,” a different scientist responds. “But Doctor, are you sure allowing the Avengers access to the mainframe to give the patients their memories back was a good idea? What if they try to turn on us?”

“Both patients had retreated into the safety of their subconscious. The best way to draw them out is to give them the false hope that there is an escape. The Avengers are mere insects in this world; insignificant at best and a minor annoyance at worst. We still hold all of the control. Run them both through simulation 764-1. Let’s see if there are any changes.”

“Yes, Dr. Zola,” the scientists respond.

It’s fucking cold here. God, do you hate it. Nothing but a barren, frozen wasteland. The stone walls of the facility do nothing to keep out the chill. Your lungs feel like you’re breathing in shards of ice and the cold settles deep into your bones. It’s miserable. But it’s all that you know.

Agonizing screams of pain echo throughout the compound, making many of the soldiers and agents shift uneasily on their feet as you walk past. You don’t pay them any attention and continue to make your way toward the sound. They are just finishing up with the asset as you enter the main space. He’s still strapped into the machine, but it’s beginning to power down.

“Welcome back, Captain.” An older man stands before the asset, looking down at the compliant soldier.

“Ready to serve, Secretary Pierce,” the Captain responds without emotion through panting breaths.

“We have a mission for you. Intel extraction. Agent Valor will accompany you.”

The asset’s gaze briefly flickers to you, “I work better alone, sir.”

Your eyes narrow as you glare back, and your jaw clenches to bite back a retort.

Pierce chuckles without humor. “I’m sure you can make an exception here, Captain. Please, remind me again… when you fell from the train in 1945, who saved your life?”

The asset swallows thickly before responding. “Hydra.”

“That’s correct.” The director begins to pace in front of him. “You were left in the snow to die a long, cold, lonely death. We rescued you. We took you in. We gave you everything. You owe us for that, don’t you?” He pauses his footing and looks expectantly at the asset.

“Yes, sir,” his response is automatic.

The director resumes his pacing. “You owe us your life, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We gave you a purpose. We gave your life meaning. Didn’t we?”

“Yes, sir.”

Pierce comes to a stop once more, directly in front of the asset, looking down at him with authority. “Your work has been a gift to mankind. You’ve shaped the future. We need you to do it again. Will working with Agent Valor be a problem?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.” He steps back and addresses the rest of the room. “Prep him. They leave in 20 minutes.”

You’re already waiting at the back ramp of the jet as the asset walks up, decked out in his black and red uniform. He wears a helmet that covers the top half of his face but keeps that sharp jaw and those plump lips in full view. “Soldat,” you greet, pushing off the wall you’re leaning against to stand straight.

He comes to a stop in front of you and looks into your eyes with cool indifference. “It’s Captain,” he corrects. “I am in command of this mission. You will do exactly as I say, no questions asked. Am I making perfectly clear, Agent?”

You raise a single brow in defiance. “Yes, Captain.”

“Good,” he turns away and moves further into the jet, settling in place at the pilot’s seat.

You slam your fist against the red button on the wall to close up the ramp before moving toward the co-pilot’s chair. You frown at the slight hesitation you feel as you approach the chair. You’ve never been scared of flight travel, so you’re unsure where this apprehension is coming from. You try to push it aside as you take your seat and buckle in.

“This is Captain Hydra, initiating take off,” the asset’s rough voice cuts through the communication system of the jet.

You glance at him from your periphery, feeling a strange tug in the back of your mind because that name sounds so strange coming out of him.

“All clear,” the transmission comes back.

The jet begins its vertical ascent before taking off. The asset remains silent during the entire flight to your destination, leaving you to stew in your thoughts. You can’t seem to understand why the words Captain and Hydra just sound so wrong together.

“We should divide and conquer,” he finally speaks when you’re just a few minutes out. “I’ll drop you on the roof and work my own way in from the ground up.”

You blink in confusion, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. “You want to split up? Why?”

He gives you a flat look, “That sounded an awful lot like a question, Agent.”

You grit your teeth and look away, recalling his earlier order. You will do exactly as I say, no questions asked. “Apologies, Captain.”

You unclip the seat straps and stand as he pulls the jet into position over the building. He keeps the jet in stealth mode, although the cover of night also helps to keep you hidden as you press the button to lower the back ramp. You hook a descent line into your utility belt before jumping out the back of the jet and allow the line to safely lower you onto the roof of the building. Once your boots have hit the cement, you unclip the line and watch it zip up into the open back of the jet. Once the ramp is closed back up, the jet is impossible to see. All you can do now is trust that he hasn’t just straight up abandoned you.

You head for the rooftop access door. It’s locked, but that certainly isn’t enough to keep you out. Just a few seconds with a lockpick kit and you’re in. Your steps are completely silent as you walk down the stairs and onto the top floor. You press your back against the wall and peek around the corner to make sure the coast is clear.

It sure as hell is not.

You hold in a gasp and pull your head back. You close your eyes tight and lift a hand to activate the commlink in your ear. “Captain,” you whisper quietly, so as not to be detected by the agents on the other side of the wall. “Captain, do you copy?”

“What?” his annoyed response cuts through the feed.

You’re pretty sure you’ve just felt a vein pop in your forehead as annoyance surges within you. “Rooftop access is a bust, requesting immediate evac.”

“No.”

You clench your fists, wishing you could release a groan of frustration. “Sir, I don’t think you understand. The top floor is crawling with agents. I won’t be able to get through undetected.”

“It’s not a stealth mission. Make it work.”

“Sir, there’s at least thirty of them!”

He’s quiet for a short moment and you think he might be reconsidering for you. “Sounds like the odds are in your favor,” he responds before the line goes dead.

Your jaw drops, “Captain… Cap-” Your release the smallest possible groan you can, the sound vibrating through your body. You’re gonna fucking kill him.

Rolling back your shoulders and releasing a long breath, you mentally psych yourself up for the fight that’s about to breakout.

Darting out from your hiding space, you make quick work of three agents before the rest catch on to what’s happening. Your main goal is to incapacitate, not kill, but they certainly don’t make it easy on you. You dodge flying fists and return them with swift kicks and jabs of your own. You use their numbers against them, by shoving one body back into another two or three.

You manage to get through at least half of them before the remaining agents can get you pinned down. You thrash under their hold like a wild animal, but they don’t give. “Take her to interrogation,” one of the agents commands the rest.

You fight and resist the whole way, but it’s no use. You’ve been captured and now you’re trapped. You’re beginning to wonder if this was the Captain’s plan all along. Just to get you out of his hair so you’re no longer his problem. You’re relieved of your weapons before getting forced into a chair with your hands cuffed behind your back. Once the agents have made sure that you’re secure, they leave the room and lock the door behind them.

You sit there brooding in silence as you attempt to plan your escape. It’s only a few minutes that pass before the lights above you blackout. The red back up power lights begin to flash a second later. The power outage is soon followed by the door opening and a dark figure stepping into the room.

“You smug bastard. You knew there’d be a swarm of them on the top floor!” you seethe as the asset approaches you.

He rips the handcuffs apart with his bare hands, releasing you from the chair. “I needed a distraction,” he tells you casually like that’s all the answer that you require.

You stand and pin him with a glare, stepping close until your chests touch. “If Pierce finds out I was captured, he’ll kill me. You know the fucking rules!”

“Relax,” he scoffs. “They had you for all of 5 minutes and you were alone the whole time.”

Your hand darts forward, fingers curling around the grip of the gun strapped to his thigh before you yank it out of the holster. He remains completely unmoved as you raise the gun and fire. The bullet hits its intended mark; lodged into the shoulder of the agent that was about to enter the room.

“You’re welcome,” you comment, twirling the gun in your hand and slide it back into his holster.

The corner of his mouth twitches; the only hint of emotion on his otherwise blank face. “I heard them coming.”

“Sure you did.” You step around him to head for the door, finishing off the agent with a quick slam of their head into the doorframe, knocking them out. You grab your weapons from the table outside the door and stash them back in their respective places. “Did you get the intel?” you ask the asset.

He gives you a cold stare back.

“Just checking,” you snark with a shrug.

“Let’s go.”

You attempt to reign in your emotions knowing that they certainly won’t be of any use to get you out of here. The Captain takes the lead, traveling down the various halls of the facility as the lights above slowly shift between red and black. You’re both about to turn a corner when the asset stops suddenly and you crash into him. It’s literally like slamming into a wall.

Before you get a chance to go off on him, he’s turning and shoving you backward. One of his hands cup over your mouth to keep you silent. The leather from his fingerless gloves is hot against your lips. He tucks you both into a dark alcove, your back firmly pressed to the wall while he boxes you in with his muscular frame. You feel his thick thigh slipping between yours, his hips pinning you to the wall.

The flashing red lights don’t reach this small corner of space, so you can barely make out the intensity of his eyes as he looks down at you. It’s more of a feeling rather than anything visual, but it sends an unexpected and unexplainable thrill through you. You’re pretty sure he can feel the change in your breathing where his fingers are pressed just below your nose. His response is the barest shift in his stance, but it’s unmistakable when his thigh flexes, pushing forward into your spread legs and against your core.

You curse the clench you feel from your traitorous body giving in to her arousal. It takes everything in you not to fall into temptation and grind against him. You’re pretty sure that it’s not a pistol you feel pressed so intimately against you. Luckily, a distraction comes in the sound of pounding boots headed your way.

You begin to understand what the asset is doing as a group of agents runs passed without even noticing your presence. The two of you hold still until well after the sounds of the agents have faded away. Once the coast is clear, the Captain steps back, his hand slipping from your mouth. You can’t help the small dart of your tongue against your lower lip, the remnant of leather still clinging to the flesh.

“One minute before power and cameras are restored,” the asset’s voice is gruff, but not in the same manner it usually is.

You nod silently, unsure how your own voice will sound after that little episode.

The both of you manage to make it out of the facility without further incident and the asset leads you to where he’d stashed the jet. It uncloaks upon your approach and the back ramp soon lowers. You take your respective seats and the adrenaline high from the mission begins to fade once you’re airborne. You lean your head back against the chair and release a long breath. Now that the danger has passed, you feel some of that anger and frustration seeping back in. You still can’t believe that his plan had been to wave you around as bait.

“There’s a safe house not too far from this location. It’s late. We can bunk there and return to base in the morning,” he tells you, plugging in the coordinates.

You make a non-committal sound from the back of your throat.

You’re out of your seat as soon as the jet has landed, uncaring as the Captain still needs to run through the landing procedure to power down the jet. You’re out the back of the jet as soon as the ramp is down and head straight for the safe house. It’s a quaint little rural cottage out in the middle of nowhere. There’s a hidden panel in the wall which reveals a lockbox with a digital keypad on it. You type in the code to open the box which disables the alarm system and reveals the key for the front door. The asset is beginning to make his way toward the house as you open the door and step inside.

“I don’t know why you’re pouting,” he speaks upon following you inside. “The mission was a success.”

“I’m not pouting,” you glare at him over your shoulder. “And you’re a fucking asshole.”

His eyes narrow dangerously, “I know the real reason Pierce made me bring you. I don’t need a fucking baby sitter.”

You roll your eyes and huff, “You don’t know a Goddamn thing, Captain! I’m not your baby sitter. I was supposed to be your partner and instead, you thought it best to throw me to the wolves! World’s greatest soldier, my ass.”

You turn on your heel with the intention of walking away but barley make it a single step before a grip on your arm forces you to turn back around. The sharp whistle of a knife slicing through the air can be heard before your blade settles at the base of his throat. He doesn’t even flinch, keeping his grip on your other arm, his eyes blank.

“Choose your next words wisely, Captain,” you warn through gritted teeth.

His features don’t change, but the intensity behind his eyes increases as he looks deeply into yours. It feels like he can read your very soul within them. “You’re just as trapped as I am,” he finally speaks with vague realization.

“Yeah, no shit,” you respond sarcastically. “Every single person in that facility is one mistake away from a body bag.”

“Then why stay?” he questions.

“You’re kidding me, right?” you shoot him an incredulous look. “There is nowhere you can run that Hydra won’t find you. And with my damn luck, you’d be the one that they send after me. No offense, but your pretty-boy face isn’t exactly the last thing I want to see before I die.”

His eyes flash with an indescribable emotion before he leans forward into your knife. The blade is sharp enough that it begins to pierce the sensitive flesh of his neck. You pull it back immediately, looking up at him curiously. His large, calloused fingers glide over yours to pull the blade from your hands. He tosses it carelessly to the side, not even watching as it imbeds itself into the wall.

Your eyes dart down to the flash of red that’s beginning to bead up just below his Adam’s apple. One drop is able to build enough mass that it begins to glide down the column of his throat. You’re not entirely sure what possesses you to do it, but before the drop can reach the collar of his suit, you dart forward and catch it on your tongue.

His blood sends a burst of flavor across your taste buds. It’s not the normal metallic tang of sanguine blood. His is almost sweet. It’s electric. You follow the droplet’s trail back to its source and lap over the shallow cut. Your tongue is hot and wet against his skin. You only get one more taste before his accelerated healing closes the minor wound.

When you pull back, you’re not expecting the heated look in his eyes. With just a few quick steps, he has you pinned against the wall for the second time tonight. This time, though, you don’t quite mind it as much. “I don’t think you understand what exactly you’re about to unleash here,” his words come with an edge of danger that excites you.

Your lips curl at the corners and you’re sure that your pupils are blown wide. “Care to enlighten me, Captain?”

His jaw ticks as his eyes flicker between yours. “I don’t do long and slow.”

The tilt of your mouth turns into a full-on smirk. “Well, I don’t submit easily.” You duck under his arm and slide out from where he has you pinned to the wall.

He turns quickly to give chase, only to come face to face with the barrel of a gun. His muscles tense as he pauses. He looks down, noting the empty holster on his thigh before meeting your gaze once again. “You’ve sure got a thing for pulling guns out of holsters that don’t belong to you.”

Your smirk turns into a teasing grin. You slide your thumb across the latch to release the magazine from the pistol. You toss the loaded mag in one direction and check the chamber of the gun before tossing it in another. “That’s not the only weapon I plan on unholstering. But you’ve got to earn it first. Think you can handle that, Captain?”

He shifts on his feet and squares his shoulders. His hands come up slowly to unclip the chin strap of his helmet. Once it’s loose, he hooks his thumbs under the front edge just above his cheekbones before he lifts the helmet up and off his face. He tosses it carelessly to the side, still holding your gaze. His short blonde locks stick up in every direction and the corner of his mouth tilts deviously. “On va voir.”

He makes the first move, jolting forward to try to grab you. You dance just out of his reach with a twinkling laugh. The game of cat and mouse has begun. You kick your leg up when he tries to move in again. He catches your foot and pins your ankle against his side. He continues to keep your leg trapped with one hand while the other slips into the top of your boot to pull out the small knife you keep there. It clatters to the floor and slides across the polished wood until it hits the far wall. He then unties the laces of your boot next. When you feel the tension give against the front of your calf, a swift yank back on your leg is enough to free you from his grasp, leaving only an empty boot in his hands. He tosses that to the floor as well.

Taking a few steps back, you pull off your second boot, so the weight difference won’t throw you off. Both of your socks go next to prevent slipping on the hardwood flooring. The two of you surge forth at the same time, meeting in the center of the room in a flurry of movement. It’s a spontaneous and sporadic sparring session that’s been fuel-injected with carnal sensuality. Every single jab, punch, or kick is swiftly followed by a weapon dropping to the floor. Guns, knives, and grenades are efficiently stripped and carelessly tossed aside. Your utility belts and his shoulder harness are also removed with striking precision.

You hit him across the cheek with your elbow, stunning him temporarily to then hoist yourself across the length of his torso and up onto his shoulders. His eyes flash like a bolt of lightning as he looks up at you, his cheeks framed on either side by your thighs. “Comfortable?” you ask with a teasing grin.

“I’m sure this is something I could get used to.” His hands settle on your lower back. “Though I think we would both be enjoying ourselves better if you had taken your pants off first.”

Your grin turns into a smirk. You lock your ankles around the back of his neck before letting your torso fall back and swing to the side. The momentum of your movement causes the Captain to tip forward and twist until he’s crashing to the floor on his back. In the middle of the move, you uncross your ankles and disconnect from him to land on your feet like a cat.

He makes a nearly imperceptible sound upon impact with the floor and then releases a short grunt when you drop onto his chest. His jaw ticks as he looks up at you once again. “I let you do that,” he responds gruffly.

You hum in amusement, “I’m sure you did.” You sit back on your bent knees and run your hands down the front of his uniform. The thick material and armored plating prevent you from getting a good feel at what lies beneath, but you know it’s certainly a body worth protecting. You shake your head slowly and release a soft tsk as your fingers brush against the red stitching at the center of his chest. “God, this logo is fucking hideous. You would think they’d eventually grow the balls to change it after all these years.”

He chuckles darkly. “You could try sending an email to marketing.”

You keep your gaze locked with his as you reach for one of his hands. You lift it up and unlatch the strap at his wrist to loosen his fingerless glove. Your fingers brush against the tips of his before you’re peeling the leather away. You toss it over your shoulder, tearing your gaze from his to watch your fingers glide over the lines on his palm. Your head tilts slightly as you lean down. Your tongue makes another appearance, licking up the length of his index finger. You nip teasingly at the pad before the tip disappears entirely inside your mouth. Your tongue strokes against the sensitive skin. The asset swears he can feel that same sensation where his cock is still confined inside his tactical pants.

His breathing changes as you slip a second finger into the hot cavern of your mouth. You suck on his digits like a fucking pro. He can even feel the vibration of your moans through your tongue. You’d think he had dipped his fingers into a pot of honey with the way your tongue glides over every single inch of them. Your grip on his wrist tightens as you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop.

It only takes him half a second to roll you both to the side until you’re the one flat on your back. The arousal burning through him lights a fire in his eyes as he looks down at you with a feral look. Lifting his other hand to his face, he uses his teeth to unlatch and pull off the leather material. Bare hands grip the top of your thighs, keeping them spread wide as he ruts his hips into yours.

Your back arches and your eyes fall shut at the barest hint of friction against your clit. The Captain sits up and makes quick work of the top half of his uniform. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your eyes feast upon the newly bared plains of finely corded muscle. He’s certainly a sight to look at. With a body that appears to have been hand-carved out of marble and eyes as intense as a hurricane, it’s enough to make just about anyone want to drop their panties.

You reach for the zipper on the front of your uniform and drag it down your torso. His eyes zero in on the movement, pupils widening with every inch of your revealed skin. Your thighs clench around his hips and your abs tighten as you sit up until your chest is nearly brushing his. You shrug out of your suit, allowing it to fall off your shoulders and down to your hips. You wear a simple black sports bra underneath.

The Captain watches you with a hooded gaze. “Are you finally ready to submit?”

You push your chest forward, molding your body against his. Your hands settle upon his broad shoulders, gliding over the thick muscles toward his neck. One hand stops right at the dip where his neck meets his shoulder, but the other continues its course up the side of his neck and sinks into the hair at his nape. Your nails scratch at his scalp, causing an unmistakable shiver to run through him. His eyes are drawn to your mouth as you lean in closer. Your nose has just barely brushed against his when your hand tightens into a fist in his hair and you yank his head to the side. “Not quite,” you finally respond to his question.

His breath hisses through his teeth at the sharp jolt of pain against his sensitive scalp, but that soon turns into a loud curse when your teeth sink into the exposed flesh of his neck. “Fuck!” The sting of your bite shoots straight to his cock. It twitches and strains against the confining material of his pants, begging to plunge into the sanctuary of your wet heat. “Did that taste of my blood turn you into a fucking vampire?” he asks with a grimace as you retract your teeth from his skin.

Your tongue laps at the fresh mark. You didn’t even break the skin. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave anything behind that can’t be healed by the time we make it back to base.” You meet his darkened gaze with a sultry smirk.

The air between you two is positively electric. It crackles and sparks like a livewire. It’s hot and intense, and at the same time seems to charge you up until every single molecule that makes up your entire being is vibrating with energy.

With the next heartbeat, you’re flat on your back once more. His mouth is everywhere, nipping at your neck, your shoulders, and your chest. You hear the distinct sound of tearing fabric before the binding feel of your sports bra disappears entirely. You are far too aroused to care. Large hands come up to mold and squeeze your breasts while his lips and teeth mark up your skin.

You’re absolutely shameless in the way your hips rock and grind against his erection. You can feel your arousal soaking into your underwear where the thick ridge of his cock presses against you. Your body is thrumming with pent up sexual need. You are quickly becoming desperate for any sort of friction on your aching core.

Your nails rake down his back, leaving behind angry red streaks across pale skin. Again, the pain surges through his neurons and sends another jolt to his cock. Drops of precum have begun to collect on the front of his boxer briefs. He pushes himself back up, ignoring your whine of protest when his hands leave your breasts. He drags them down your chest and passed the curve of your waist. They then sink beneath the top edge of where your uniform clings to your hips. In one fell swoop, your uniform and panties are stripped from your legs and tossed to the side.

“Hands and knees. Ass up,” the Captain orders in a gruff tone.

You are quick to comply, willing and ready to submit to him. You roll onto your stomach before bringing in your knees and lifting your ass into the air. The hardwood beneath you isn’t exactly comfortable and you know your knees will be bruised by the end of this, but it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make. Your pussy is in complete control now and she’s willing to do just about anything to get her fill on some thick Super Soldier cock.

You resist the urge to look back at him to see what he’s doing. It doesn’t take long before you hear the sound of shuffling clothing as the Captain shoves his tactical pants and boxers halfway down his thighs. If he were trying to go for a little more intimacy, he might’ve taken the time to completely remove the last few pieces of his uniform, but the slick scent of your arousal has hit him like a slap to the face and it is entirely too easy to give in to carnal instinct and take you now.

He spits into his palm and gives himself a few lengthy strokes. The sound is absolutely filthy and conjures all sorts of images in your mind. You arch your back and spread your knees a little wider as you feel him move in close. You don’t care if it makes you seem needy and desperate, because honestly, that’s exactly what you are.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his head lined up with your entrance. That’s the only warning you get before a quick snap of his hips pushes his entire length into you. The impact of his thrust feels like the recoil of a firearm. It's harsh and fast but also sends a thrill up your spine.

He fucks you without mercy like he’s lost complete control over himself. The thwack of his balls fills your ears as they slap against your clit. His hands grip your waist, keeping you in place as your body is left unable to do anything but accept his punishing pace. You’re pretty sure this should hurt, the way he takes you like an animal in heat, but it doesn’t.

Your cunt is so fucking wet with arousal, that you begin to hear a squelch with every thrust. If you weren’t in the middle of having your brains fucked out of you, you might have been a little embarrassed. The asset takes this as a sign to up the pace even more.

One of his hands slides away from your hip and down over your stomach. He hooks his arm around your torso and hoists your body up until your back is pressed to his chest. His unrelenting thrusts never cease. In fact, it appears that he’s able to hit you even deeper from this new position.

“Look at you,” his breath fans across the side of your neck when he speaks directly into your ear. “Such a good, submissive little Agent, taking your Captain’s cock so well.”

The pitiful whimper that escapes your throat would piss you off if you were in your right mind. He angles his hips just right to hit you in that one spot that makes your mind go blank.

“Are you gonna cum for me, Agent?” he asks with a nip of his teeth against your ear.

“Yes, Captain,” you respond through panting breaths.

“Good girl,” he praises in a deep tone that makes your body shiver. “Touch your clit,” he orders next, feeling his impending release starting to build up.

His arms tighten around you, keeping your body pinned to his as your hand slips between your thighs. You gather some of the excess slick right where your bodies are joined onto your fingertips before dragging them over your aching bundle. You flick and swirl over the small bud, vocalizing your pleasure with stunted gasps and tiny mewls.

The Captain releases soft grunts and heavy breaths directly into your ear. They’re the type of sounds that would make you weak in the knees if you were standing. They’re deep and guttural, pouring out of him like secrets slipping out from the cracks of a broken soul.

Your hand reaches up and back, fingers finding their way back into his messy hair. Your touch is gentle this time as you guide his face closer. Your lips brush against his in a slow caress. His pace falters briefly. In the next second, one of his hands has come up to cradle the back of your neck and he resumes his savage pace, kissing you just as fiercely.

He steals your breath and swallows your moans, taking you with a ferocity you’ve never known before. He claims your body as his own and brings you to heights you didn’t know you could reach. Your moans grow higher in pitch and come with greater frequency as the pleasure builds in your body.

Just a few more quick thrusts and one last flick of your finger, then suddenly your vision whites out. You barely feel the strength of his arms tightening around you before you lose all physical sensation.

In the next moment, you’re bolting up in bed, drenched in sweat with the sheets clinging to your damp body. You’re panting for breath like you’ve just run a marathon, and lift a shaking hand to your forehead. “What the fuck was that…?” you ask to the empty room.

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X Angel - Chapter 4

Elon Musk x Reader

{Authors Note} Sorry for taking so long! I’ll be updating more regularly now! You can also find this story on AO3 and Wattpad, the links are in my description. My asks are also always open for general Elon chat and requests. <3

Warnings: None yet!

“So what’s the verdict? We don’t got all day,” Jett pushed as he strode through the doors once more, irritated and impatient.

Elon backed away from me then as the other men walked in with a ferociousness in their stride, clearly champing at the bit to hear what their most valuable colleague had to say about the cash-robot.

“She truly has no recollection of anything, and not being aware of how her programming works can be dangerous, especially on Earth,” one man said to another, seemingly continuing a conversation from outside.

“However,” the other began even louder, loud enough for everyone to hear, to assure I could hear. “We’re willing to pay the price. Earth needs someone new for the public to idolize or they’ll waste away. Perhaps they’ll listen to the people who know what they’re talking about if someone like {Y/N} tells them what to do from their televisions. What did you find, Musk?” He finished, turning to Elon with interest.

But Elon only shook his head with conviction, confident in his findings.

“I’d like to investigate further before this purchase is made. Something isn’t adding up here, and I agree with the danger it could pose.”

“Nonsense,” the man replied brashly instead, suddenly not treating Elon as though he were their most valuable player in the room.

I wondered why they’d asked him for his opinion at all as the suited man took a holographic card from his own pocket then.

“Whatever the price, we’ll take her,” he demanded.

I could hear Elon breathe a disappointed laugh as he shook his head and turned away, sliding his hands into his suit jacket pockets, then. He very obviously deemed my purchase to be a terrible idea, though I know not for similar reasons I did. Still, the sentiment stung me more than I’d like to admit. He was my hero, after all.

But he was in no position to argue with them, as I wasn’t his pop star to claim. For another moment, I also wondered why they’d asked him to tag along altogether. If they weren’t going to hear him out, there was no reason for his presence. Even though I was sure he saw me more as a threat than beneficial, I was still glad I got to meet him, at least once in my lifetime.

Regardless of that, there was no denying it felt like the entire universe fell apart around me all at once, leaving me spiraling into the galaxy with no direction. I couldn’t go back to Earth— I wouldn’t go back to Earth. I would rather jump out of the window in front of me and disassemble my entire being, than go back there. But I had to stay quiet. I had to remain calm. My teeth ground together behind my lips as every inch of my body tensed up. They didn’t notice, but it was possible Elon had with each occasional glance he took back at me.

I kept my eyes right back on him this time, only averting them when he looked in my direction. When they gathered around the large table to sign the contract, which appeared in mid air at the press of a button on a phone by Jett, Elon stayed behind. He watched me intently as my {e/c} eyes burned holes into the man whose own eyes made steady and confident contact with the contract as it scanned his retinas. Within seconds, it disappeared, my life slipping from my own fingers as it was sent through cyberspace back to Astra. Crypto exchanged cards as Jett, and who I found out to be Mr. Bauer, held them against each other.

The purchase had been made.

It felt like an execution more than anything else.

I had a week to bid farewell to Planet X and all who inhabited it. Their label, something boring like Spinn Records, worked with Jett to plan a facade as to why I was leaving to feed to my adoring public. I was to follow it as per Astra’s orders. Once the official date on the contract arrived, I was to hop a flight with SpaceX and hurdle towards the one place I vowed I’d never return to, and take orders from Spinn instead. After that, I was no longer Astra’s responsibility. Silent rage and hurt and a plethora of other emotions came bubbling to the surface, but I kept them at bay, turning near catatonic as my eyes shifted focus to Elon once more.

Deep down, I was hoping he might be the fairytale hero I needed at the moment; might pick up on my silent distress and come up with a bulletproof excuse for me to stay on X, devoted to Astra. Mention anything from the danger I could pose to simply being uninteresting enough. But he didn’t say another word. He stared at me from time to time. And each time he did, I could see the cogs in his mind working away from my peripheral, as he valiantly attempted to unpiece the puzzle that was myself.

They didn’t even say goodbye to me when they left, and I didn’t dare look up at Elon, though I noticed his hesitation to depart. My emotions were on overdrive— I didn’t trust myself to make eye contact for fear I might break down on the spot.

The ride back to my penthouse was quiet on my end. It wasn’t unusual, as cybernetic stars were usually seen and not heard behind the scenes. I sat in the back of the Cybertruck as Jett prattled on to the head of Astra about the deal he’d just made for them from the passenger seat. I was drifting in and out, but caught something about how he wanted more than his usual ten percent. Who would be paying him now?

I smiled to myself for just a second as I looked around inside of the vehicle. They were rare on Earth, but one of the status cars on X. Everyone who was anyone had one despite Elon’s standing in the social world.

Self driving, stereo system like a major recording studio, and built like a tank. Despite the autopilot though, we preferred to drive the beast ourselves. I mean, who wouldn’t? But as I thought about the Cybertruck’s creator, and our brief encounter today, I couldn’t help but feel slighted. It wasn’t his responsibility to save me from such a disastrous deal, sure, but I could tell he wanted nothing to do with my appearance on Earth. They didn’t listen to him when he’d tried to speak up, but he didn’t try hard enough, either. Something told me he wanted them to realize their own mistake, but he didn’t know at what cost that was to me.

I shook myself out of the thought. How could he know, really? Why would he even care? Why did I care so much? His small act of slight compassion in the boardroom didn’t mean I was entitled to his entire arsenal of kind deeds. It was absolutely insane to think that. I questioned my own sentience before trying to push my thoughts away altogether. My emotions were jumbled, no one in particular feeling better or worse than another. It was to the point that the only thing I felt was nothing at all.

When I’d finally arrived home, there were no flashing cameras, no screaming fans or journalists and no security guards surrounding me from every direction I looked. I made my way through the lobby of the building and onto the teleportation pad, dying to finally have some privacy in my own space. The damn thing couldn’t work fast enough as I impatiently waited for it to read my code. Eventually, though it was really only mere seconds, I found myself in my penthouse.

Once I locked the door for no outsider entry, I immediately leaned back against it, the soft clang of metal ringing lightly through the space and tainting my view of my life, the sound bitter and empty as it fell on my ears. My line of sight was glued to an onyx black rug in front of me as I recounted the latter half of the day's events. It all replayed to me like a movie I was forced to watch, all of my hard work unraveling for a little currency that didn’t even mean anything just a few years ago. As invincible as I felt to Astra, after all I’d done for them to save their name countless times, to push their agendas when I didn’t necessarily agree with them, to keep them relevant, they felt as though I was disposable.

My label deemed me disposable and my hero considered me a threat.

Then it hit me.

All at once everything I’d been feeling hit me like a swirling hurricane, and I began to near hyperventilation as I let myself truly feel again. The wall I had to build up every day cracked and crumbled as a million different sensations escaped into the ethos from my small frame. A roaring war within my body swept me into a moment that felt tumultuous, everything suddenly chaotic, loud and heavy though it was just myself in an otherwise quiet room.

My chest rose and fell as it all came rushing back like a wave of water, tears forming in my eyes as sobs pushed their way through my throat. It was as though everything else I had ever been fell away, stripping me bare to nothing but my own resolve. My cold hands immediately reached for my head and I started to sink to the floor, the dramatism of the moment not at all underplayed or over exaggerated when compared to how I felt as I began to tear the beautifully detailed chrome pieces from my face— and then my chest— and then the rest of my body, tearing my clothing off along with them. I threw each piece across the large entryway, the sharp echo earsplitting as each one clattered and rolled through the space. The intricacy I’d hid behind for what felt like ages now, meaning nothing and everything all at once. My heart pounded in my chest, a familiar ache I’d not felt since I left earth reigniting my passion, my need to escape. Inside, I was dying to escape the hell I had to endure, pretending to be a body I wasn’t day in and day out just to stay alive.

The jet black mascara I still liked to put on despite no one seeing it dripped down my cheekbones in messy streaks. My soft, warm skin was exposed in the evening's hazy sunset that wasn’t quite like anywhere else in the two worlds I knew. The small tattoos, scars and beauty marks I’d acquired on Earth, a stark indication of my true humanity, revealed to no one but myself and my thoughts. I embraced the way I could feel the blood coursing through my veins, supplying my carbon based vessel beyond what the most complexly built form of artificial intelligence could comprehend. I tasted the salt of my tears on my flushed rose petal lips with slight relief that I still existed as I was, if only for the time being. I reminded myself of who I was— who the world didn’t know me to be, who I’d often forgotten or left behind for the sake of my safety; of my family’s safety.

And as I sat there, naked and distraught, I briefly wondered if I should reveal my secret to the world now that I found myself at an impasse; if I should risk it all to stay on Planet X and continue the life I’d worked so desperately hard for. To use exposing my humanity as a playing card that no one saw coming was a thought, absolutely. Astra would be in shambles if I decided to expose myself as nothing more than a mere mortal after boasting to X and Earth that they had the most realistic A.I. lifeform in the game. While it didn’t seem like such a big deal, it was in the eyes of the public and their competitors. It would tarnish their reputation forever. But the label didn’t exactly play fair, either. My lifeless body would be hurdling into the universe within the hour I told them, and they’d be after anyone else who might be affiliated with me or related to me. It was one thing to outcast an individual to the outskirts. It was a whole other to wipe out any trace of their existence at all. But they had no issues with it, so long as they saved face and crypto.

Earth hadn’t been kind to my family or me in its downfall. I didn’t come from wealth of any kind and we’d made due with humble living while we could. But we’d gotten caught in the grime the moment it all began to fall apart on a grand scale.

X was my escape.

Our escape.

I barely managed to make it out of Earth as a stowaway, let alone alive.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Thin Line

Summary: You’re wild and free. She’s strict and trained. You and Natasha are polar opposites and it drives her crazy. Each move you make annoys her to no end. But, there’s a thin line between annoyance and adoration.

Rating: 18+ Violence, Language, Blood, Death, and Smut.

Chapter 7

The amount of silence in the compound the last couple of days made you want to scream. It took all of one day to completely change the dynamic of the Avengers.

You all had been a family, you being the newest member. You can’t remember a day when there wasn’t laughter in the air and conversation flowing freely. And now you’re struggling to hold on to those very memories.

You haven’t seen Steve or Sam since the day the Accords were brought to you apart from avoiding the tension, he was in London for Peggy’s funeral, Tony stops by every once in a while to check on things(mainly you and Wanda), and Natasha is in and out of everyday, working with Tony and the Government to get the Accords all squared away.

Today is the signing of the Accords. Natasha asked you to go with her to represent the Avengers and you agreed, also agreeing to pay your respects to Agent Carter. She was a hero in every way that mattered and while you had never had the privilege to meet her, S.H.I.E.L.D and Steve told you everything you needed to know.

“Well don’t you clean up nicely.”

Your eyes scan your body in the mirror, taking in the simple black pant suit and white button up, before turning around to face Natasha. She’s in a matching black skirt suit, the top open just enough to make you fantasize.

“As do you Miss Romanoff.” You smile softly.

She steps closer to you, fingers smoothing down the collar of your jacket, hands resting on your hips after,“ you don’t have to come to the funeral with me you know.”

“No I want to. Pay my respects and to be there for Steve. He’s my friend and we’ve been divided enough lately, I’d like to stand with him for this at least.”

An adoring smile crosses her face, the emotion flooding her eyes as well, before she’s pulling you with her to leave.

It’s as your passing Wanda’s room that you stop Natasha,“ go ahead, I’ll meet you at the jet in a second.”

She raises her eyebrow at you but you only smile and press a small kiss to her forehead. As she walks away, you knock on Wanda’s door, waiting for the soft ‘come in’ before you enter.

Wanda sits on her bed, eyes staring out the one sided window, knees pulled up to her chest. She looks over at you as you come in.

“You’re leaving?” You take in the sadness in her green eyes and the hidden fear.

It’s almost enough to make you change your mind. Go throw on some sweats and a t-shirt and just bake with her all day and watch movies until she’s smiling.

But you know it’ll be easier to keep her safe if you’re on the government’s side than if you’re against them.

“Uh, yeah. The um, the signing is in Vienna tomorrow.” You tell her, walking over and sitting on the bed beside her.

She hesitates, but ends up moving to the spot beside you.

“Y/N, be honest, do you think everything is going to be okay?”

Lying to her is not in the slightest an option. But the truth is you don’t know.

“Everything, no, not at all.” Her shoulders instantly drop at your words and her almost broken expression hurts you.“ And I don’t know if the whole team will be okay either but you know what I do know?”

“What?” Teary eyes look into yours.

You give the most reassuring smile you can,“ I know that I’m always gonna be here for you Wanda. It’s a lot to promise but I’m gonna do everything I can to keep you safe.”

“I don’t think keeping me safe is what the government wants from you. It’s probably the opposite.”

She’s scared. Not just of the government and what these Accords mean, but of herself. It’s why she hasn’t decided on signing or not. She doesn’t know what to do because signing allows the government to do whatever they want to her and not signing means she could hurt more people.

You squat in front of her to catch her down trodden eyes, hands grabbing hers and holding them,“ I don’t give a damn what the government wants, you’re my friend and if it comes down to protecting you and fighting them I’m on your side, no questions. You are not the monster people want you to think you are Wanda.”

Her eyes widen in the slightest at your words and she finds nothing but conviction in your eyes.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Cause I know you silly,” she smiles a little,“ you are one of the most compassionate, selfless, hopeful people I know. Yes there have been some accidents but those don’t define who you are and I’ll be damned if I let you believe that they do.”

In the blink of an eye Wanda throws herself into a hug with you, using her powers to keep you from falling.

You wrap your arms around her and squeeze,“ I’ll be back in no time so whatever you bake, you better save me some.”

She laughs but it’s watery. She’s getting choked up cause you both know, you both feel, that things aren’t going to be okay. But you try, as you squeeze her one last time, to reassure her, even if you aren’t sure yourself.

“I’m holding you to that.” She whispers, eyes lingering on you long after you’ve disappeared from her room.

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You sit through the funeral beside Natasha on the second floor balcony, away from everyone else, but still able to see everyone.

After the funeral’s done you and Nat wait around for Steve. Sam gone.

You let them talk alone for a moment, only approaching when they both look your way. Natasha’s telling him where you two are going and telling him the status of the team’s decision.

“Just because it's the path of least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path. Staying together is more important than how we stay together.”

You watch her as she speaks and you see the hesitance in her eyes. Her words aren’t just for Steve, she’s trying to convince herself as well. But you thought she had already been convinced.

“What are we giving up to do it?” His blue eyes look from Nat’s to yours.“ I'm sorry, guys. I can't sign it.”

“We know.” Natasha tells him.

“Then what are you doing here?”

“We’re still your friends Stevie,” you offer a comforting smile,“ we didn't want you to be alone.”

Steve’s eyes soften and his body visibly sags.

“Come here.” Natasha pulls him into a hug.

You two don’t leave Steve’s side until Sam comes back, even then they walk you two to the jet.

“Hey,” he stops, gently grabbing your arm.

Watching Natasha walk into the jet with Sam right beside her, talking about whatever.

“Sup Cap’n.”

Steve shakes his head, laughing a little,“ I just wanted to thank you for coming, despite everything.”

“Look, I meant what I said. You’re my friend and if you need me, I’m here for you.”

“I know.” He’s quiet for a moment, glancing at Natasha,“ so you and Romanoff.”

Your eyes widen. It’s not a question, he knows.

“You two- you’re good for each other.”

Since there’s no use in lying, you smile at the red head,“ she’s the greatest, most unexpected thing that’s ever happened to me. I love her.” You admit for the first time ever.

As if knowing that, Steve smiles sweetly at you, that all american boy, charming as ever, smile.“ She loves you too. Just be patient with her.”

“Y/N, we should go.”

You and Natasha leave with a final hug to Steve and Sam.

It had become a thing for Natasha to sit in your arms during long flights, as she does after she’s changed clothes for the signing.

You’re both quiet for a while, lost in your heads. Natasha breaks the silence, asking,“ what did you and Wanda talk about this morning?”

Of course she knows you spoke to Wanda.

“All this craziness. I just wanted to make sure she was okay. Which was kind of stupid now that I think about it. Of course she isn't, I don’t think anyone is.”

She eases even closer to you, allowing you to tighten your hold on her,“ I have my moments when everything is okay even if it really isn’t.”

You bite your lip, hopefully asking,“ would those moments have anything to do with little ole me?’

“Every last one of them.”

Not being able to fight your cheesy grin, you hide your face in Natasha’s neck, placing kisses there and up her jawline.

She laughs and throws her head back, long red hair falling over your shoulder, and slightly tickling your cheek.

It would be so easy to tell her you love her. This particular moment almost makes you slip and say it.

That smile and laugh of hers makes your heart pound and, admittedly, gives you butterflies.

“Be my girlfriend.”

You’re asking but you feel so sure about wanting this that it comes off a bit like a command.

Natasha stops laughing but her smile remains, even as she turns to hide it from you,“ you never cease to surprise me.” She hums.

“Well I’m nothing if not spontaneous. But more than that I’m crazy about you Romanoff and I know the timing could one hundred percent be better, but I want you to be mine. Officially.” You kiss her cheek.

“If I say yes what’s in it for me?”

You gasp, leaning back in the slightest,“ you get me. My charm and spontaneity.”

She scoffs,“ you’d give me that regardless.”

“You get it times, like, a million. Plus you get my unconditional adoration, which is a lot more than other people can say. On top of all that you get the weighted obligation of laughing at all my lame ass jokes, which is a responsibility that I believe, only you can handle.”

Turning around to look in your y/e/c eyes, she nods,“ it is a difficult task, but I’m more than willing to take it on.”

“Yeah?” A smile plays at the corner of your lips, just waiting to turn into a full grin.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, though, I’m pretty sure I already was.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull her into a kiss, your hand cupping the back of her neck.

“You better not break my heart Y/L/N,” she murmurs against your lips.

"Wouldn’t dream of it Pretty Girl.”

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diaryofanavengersfan · 5 years

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Serendib

Prompt: When Chris is having a hard time and faces anxiety, his girlfriend finds a way for him to relax.

Characters: Chris Evans X OC

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

Word count: 5,861 words.

A/N: So I came up with an interesting idea, I wanted to experiment this with a oneshot and I’m also planning to turn this into a series. If you would like to be tagged, please send me an ask or a private message! Hope you all enjoy!

As rays of sunlight was seeping through the white net curtains from the windows across their bed, Y/N scrunched her nose slightly and scrunched her nose further into the pillows. She groaned a little and tried to stretch but realized she was trapped in the arms of her boyfriend clung tightly around her frame. Looking down at her bare body, she slightly blushed remembering how she slept almost naked, well except for her sleeping shorts. She remembers they didn’t have sex last night, but he asked her to sleep with no shirt on, as he wanted his body he just wanted to feel her next to him to make him relax. Her fingers gently brushed her boyfriend’s muscular arms before gently lifting them up and prying them away from her body. Once she gently lifted the top arm, she quickly and quietly stood up and placed his arms gently back on the bed. He must’ve been exhausted, as her movement didn’t budge him and just curled into her pillow. Y/N couldn’t help but smile seeing her boyfriend Hollywood heartthrob Chris Evans, sleeping peacefully, his bare back rising and falling while breathing calmly, it brought a meditative effect on Y/N. She leaned down, brushed a few stray hairs away from his face, giving a gentle peck on his forehead, before grabbing his blue sweater slouched on the chair next to the sunlit window. She walked past the wooden post and lentil framing the bed and walked farther down the cottage suite meeting a portrait rectangle window in front of her, and cushions formed into a walled sofa on her left. That was her usual spot for the past few days, taking in the luscious greenery surrounding them when sipping her coffee

However, she decided to change the view after taking her cup of coffee, she padded back towards the bedroom and headed for the stairs leading to the attic which was projecting a bigger and more scenic view of the resort’s golf course and the Gokarna forest decorating the background. She settled down on a wooden arm chair, her right leg was dangling from the chair and her left leg hugging her chest as she took a big sip from her mug before leaning back. Her gaze got lost into the green bushes as she thought about the sudden trip of her boyfriend jetting in from DC to Kathmandu, Nepal. She was just facetiming him, two days ago and her heart broke seeing the large bags under his red eyes from lack of sleep, exhaustion and also crying. His voice croaked, confessing to her that he has been on the go from Endgame promotions to filming, then Toronto and now in DC to work on his project. Without even thinking, she told him that she’s talking to his assistant about booking the next flight to Kathmandu and change his schedule and hopefully delay a few commitments. She was relieved that he didn’t deny Y/N’s suggestion and told her he will see her soon, thankfully luck was on her side when his assistant told him that Chris actually has the whole week off and this break would be ideal for him.

Almost 24 hours later, Y/N was waiting at the arrivals of Kathmandu airport, despite the busy crowds of tourists, families and other passengers, she was able to spot her boyfriend from the distance. Her heart leaped seeing him wearing his favorite cap and aviator sunglasses, she met him halfway through the crowd and engulfed him in a big hug, stroking his back while feeling his shaky sigh in her hair and hugged her tighter. They separated from the hug and quickly swam through the crowd to the jeep that was waiting for them to go back to the resort. Throughout the whole drive, Chris had Y/N wrapped in his arms while gazing in amazement at the passing scenery. It was equally relaxing for Y/N to be in her boyfriend’s arm, taking in his scent and snuggling further into his neck while gazing at the same views of narrow streets and traditional architecture of Kathmandu, hell Chris has never been to Hawaii, yet here he was halfway across the world in the arms of his girlfriend, the craziest but possibly the best way to take a breather. An hour and a half later, they finally arrived with the jeep parked right outside their cottage. A bell boy of the resort quickly took the luggage from the boot, while Chris stepped out of the jeep to stretch his legs, but also taking in the surroundings around him. He took a deep breath taking in the fresh air, which he felt has been a while. Turning around, seeing all the greenery around him, he thought that Y/N wasn’t lying that the resort was literally in the middle of the jungle. More importantly he was glad that the cottage was separate and farther than the rest of the resort, giving them more space and privacy.

Once they reached the top of the steps, the bell boy was walking out of the cottage, informing Y/N that he left the luggage and their dinner was set at the table. She thanked him and tipped him 100 rupees before leading Chris into their room. She simply waited patiently, for Chris to settle down, while she kicked off her ankle boots and socks while lying down on the bed, tucking her left arm underneath the pillow watching Chris. She followed his gaze surveying the whole cottage as he was taking his hoodie off, showing the white-t-shirt that was hugging his body. Placing his hands on his hips, he turned back to Y/N meeting his gaze with a soft smile on her face, and gently patted on the empty space. No later than two seconds, Chris dived into the bed, hugging Y/N tightly, inhaling deeply and releasing a few shaky breaths. Y/N felt his shoulders shaking, and wet drops on her neck and shirt, but she simply held him, lightly stroking his hair with her fingertips whispering sweet nothings into his ear and telling him that she’s here for him. She felt him tightening his hold on her, and for a moment she felt she couldn’t breathe yet she didn’t say anything because she wanted her boyfriend to release all the anxiety he was feeling. After a few minutes he calmed down and loosened his grip on her body while pecking Y/N’s neck before sitting up, and Y/N following suit stretched the end of her sleeves to wipe away the tears and wipe his nose. He smiled at her cute gesture and responded by giving her a sweet kiss on the lips. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and the food’s aroma lingering in the room is not helping either,” Chris confessed with a small smile on his face, the first sign of him relaxing made Y/N’s heart melt and giggle at his confession. They left the bed and got comfortable during dinner with small talk and sharing loving glances at each other. Throughout dinner, Chris couldn’t help but think that yes, his life does get hectic but not as much as Y/N’s.

Y/N’s family is one of the few existing and longest nobility family coming from a blend of various ethnicities and cultures but have been based in London since the Victorian era. Her mother an art collector and curator married a wealthy English businessman and nobleman who dealt, and his family still deals with the royal family on private and commercial affairs. Unfortunately, her father died when she was seven, but her step father was a close friend of her father’s therefore never felt like a stranger. Her older brother is a famous corporate lawyer and sister is an emerging fashion designer. Uncles, aunts, cousins have been businessman, diplomats, lawyers and many more. Instead of sticking to one thing, Y/N decided to do lots of things- philanthropy, modelling (only for friends’ local private collections) and photography. She had an Oxford Degree in Law, then decided to do her MPhil in Heritage Studies from Cambridge. Y/N and Chris met at a Vanity Fair Post Oscars party in 2017 when Chris was still in a relationship, but they kept bumping into each other and became friends due to mutual friends and colleagues from the Avengers group. He was attracted to her confidence and well her overall but at that moment he was in a relationship. She always had a crush on the Captain America star and it intensified to something further when they kept meeting and hanging out. There were some quite heated moments even when he was with Jenny Slate, but the tension became thicker when he was single again then a drunken night at Downey’s party after Infinity War they confessed and decided to give it a shot. Both could agree that things couldn’t have been better, of course despite some ups and downs like any other couple.

Being Much of a public person, she kept her life very private: she enjoyed partying and going out, but it was very private and exclusive. Chris thought his life in the limelight was tiring but never knew that Y/N’s life would be even more exhausting, due to her work and her family status. Yet what made him fall in love with her more was that she never flinched or lashed out about the cameras or paps following her, managing her private and public life was second nature to her almost embedded in her DNA. She was the only person that knew what it was like being watched almost all the time and having that connection with her just always made him trust and lean on her, while she too leaned on him.

Y/N broke away from her thoughts when she felt a pair of strong arms around her shoulders, a body learning over her and warm lips trailed her bare shoulder. “I was wondering where you were, when I saw the bed was empty” he murmured, nose nuzzling against her neck, and it didn’t help that his voice was so attractive being groggy and heavy from sleep. His beard tickling her neck and bare shoulder making her shiver in delight. She looked up and grinned at the pair of sleepy clear blue eyes before pulling him down giving him a soft lingering kiss and teasing him by nibbling his lower lips. She pulled back, stroking the back of his neck, “good morning to you too” she replied. He then sat on small bar stool across from her, pulling her legs on his lap and gently running his fingertips down her bare legs, while his gaze never left hers. His tiny gestures just made her feel so giddy, she took another sip from her mug before asking, “Did you sleep well?” He smiled “It was the best sleep I’ve had in months, thanks to you being by my side” She placed the mug down on the floor and went to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly. He kissed back, giving her small, sensual and slow kisses, and was gently rubbing her back before humming and letting go. She cupped his face gently stroking his cheeks with her thumb studying the fresh look on his face and the lack of eyebags. “Now what does my beautiful girlfriend have in store for today?” he asked pulling her closer to him, she yelped a little and laughed.

“Well” she sighed, I still have to finish that photoshoot, you’re more than welcome to tag along” He pecked her lips, “As much as that sounds tempting, I was thinking of staying back, and calling home. I texted mom and Scott about my sudden plan, but I didn’t have enough time to explain the whole situation to them.” “Well that’s perfectly fine to me, I’ll be back by the evening, Dashrath dai (The cottage keeper) will be bringing in lunch, if you get bored, he’ll be more than happy to show you around.” She explained. “Also” she added, “Pack a pair of clothes for tonight, I have a surprise for you.” Chris raised his eyebrows in curiosity “What exactly do you have in store” Y/N scoffed playfully, well it’s not a surprise if I tell you. No! Don’t give me those puppy eyes, Dodger is enough. We’re a little behind schedule so I have to finish it today, so I can spend more time with you” “Okay” he mumbled trying to act disappointed, but he was just messing with her. She stood up from his lap and headed for the stairs, after going down a few steps, she turned back to him cocking an eyebrow “If you mope around like that, I guess I’ll be taking a bath alone before breakfast.” It took a while for Chris to digest what she said because as soon as she was in the bathroom slipping her clothes off, she heard eager foot steps down the stairs and to the bathroom, he must’ve stripped along the way because as soon as she was naked, he dragged her to the bathtub with him.

An hour after breakfast and attempts of not letting Y/N go, she had left for the photoshoot (which is in the premises of the resort), Chris explored the rest of the cottage before giving a call to his mom and brother. It was almost midnight in Boston, but the family was awake due to the weekend, Chris explained the whole situation to his mom and Scott who patiently listened to his whole story of when he started feeling the anxiety and how he ended up at a forest resort in Nepal with his girlfriend. “Well bud, I’m really sorry you had to go through all of that, and never forget that we’re all here for you, literally a call or a drive away. But I’m so fucking jealous that you’re in Nepal! Ugh maybe send the memo a little earlier next time, so I can tag along. You have more stamps on your passport than I do” Scott exclaimed making Chris roll his eyes at his antics. “Scott!” Lisa exclaimed and smacked him playfully before turning back to Chris “Sweetie, I’m so happy that you’re feeling so much better, and that you’re also with Y/N. You’re so lucky that apart from her work, she thought of your happiness and brought you to such a beautiful location. Which I got to agree with Scott, I’m jealous too” She ended playfully. Chris chuckled at her remark before sighing “Yeah mom, I am so lucky to have her, and she’s been taking care of me ever since I landed, but I don’t … I feel… I don’t wanna be a burden to her.” He confessed as he sat down on the walled sofa looking at the green golf course. Scott butted in “Hey, I know Y/N and you’re not being a burden to her, she called you over because she loves you, she knows how you get anxiety and worked up because you care so much about the things you do. If she didn’t know that about you, you guys wouldn’t be together in the first place and more importantly she wouldn’t have called you over.” Chris admitted Scott was right, and he felt better but he still couldn’t shake the negativity completely. “Okay, enough talking enjoy the rest of the time their love, we’ll talk to you soon.” Lisa chipped in and then they exchanged their goodbyes before hanging up. Chris plopped his phone on the couch then he heard Dashrath dai, bringing lunch in, he decided to take Y/N’s suggestion and asked him to show around to take his mind off a few things.

Just like Y/N promised she was back after a few hours, wearing the same clothes she wore when she left but her hair was straighter from the ironing and also had smoky eye make-up on from the photoshoot. She spotted Chris sitting at the area next to the kitchenette and the large portrait with headphones on and engrossed in a book. No wonder he didn’t notice her coming back, she quietly tip toed behind him and slipped the headphones from his ears. He jolted a little at the surprise action but eased seeing Y/N standing behind him. He folded the page he was reading and set it down at the coffee table. He tugged her into his lap where she exclaimed in surprise, but he muffled it with his lips on hers. She moaned lightly into the kiss, when he nipped her bottom lip and pulled away. “How was the shoot?” he asked, curling some strand hairs behind her ear, she stretched a little and replied “mmm tiring but it was a lot of fun! I’m just so glad to be back home though” she pecked his lips again. His thumb was stroking her lower back when he spoke “So Dashrath Dai, told me something very interesting which you didn’t tell me, that this cottage actually belongs to your family, because your family are close friends with the Shrestha’s and also helped rebuild the place after the earthquake. But also, how you contributed to the whole layout and decoration, and provided so much support.” Y/N groaned in embarrassment and hid her face in her hands, “Oh he loves sharing that to all our friends and family” “Well” he pushed her hands away from her face and cupped her face “If you ask me, it’s the most amazing thing to share, you and your family have done so much and I’m always proud of whatever you do. It just makes me fall deeper for you.” She nuzzled her nose against his and pecked him again reciprocating her feelings. She then stood up, “Right let’s go before, the sun sets the surprise awaits!” Y/N exclaimed before grabbing her tote bag and Chris got his after wearing his light sweater following Y/N out of the door and to the roofless jeep that was waiting for them. She dropped their bags at the backseat before settling into the driver’s seat and Chris following suit into the passenger seat. “I’m very eager to know where we’re going” he asked, while she started the car and drove along the path from the golf course going into the forest following the string of fire lit lamps. As they drove deeper into the forest, they could hear birds, monkeys and other animals from all corners of the forest, finally Chris eyes widened when he spotted a tree, it was not only a tree but a massive tree house. The large barks were spread, with small two huts fitting in the spaces between. A flight of wooden stairs, curving around the large tree were leading up to the big hut. Dasrath dai was there, lighting up the last lantern next to the jeep, he smiled while getting their bags from the back and hopped up the stairs to drop it in their room for the night. Chris was speechless when he stepped out of the jeep, he was in a daze even when he felt Y/N take his hand and leading him up to their room.

The room small yet spacious had a queen-sized bed was cornered up against the right wall and they were welcomed with a massive open window painting a picture of the Gokarna lake and the wildlife surrounding it. A large hammock was hanging right in front of the window. Oil lit lamps were placed all over the room, including on the coffee table bordered with small chairs on the left corner of the room. A small ottoman lounging next to the small bathroom on the left wall. Chris walked towards the window watching the herd of deer scattered next to the lake, drinking water and taking in the sounds of the birds and all the insects buzzing around them. While Y/N was talking to Dasrath dhai about the arrangements for tomorrow, he heard something about taking the jeep as it could rain tonight. After she thanked him, she leaned against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist, neck craning around his arm, beaming at her boyfriend’s amazement, “So what do you think of the surprise? We’re just in time seeing the sunset over the lake, literally the best part of staying here.” She explained softly. She waited for his response patiently and felt him move when he broke away from her grasp, turned around and dove in for a hot kiss. His hands cupping her cheek as he intensely nibbled her bottom lip, Y/N responded to the kiss equally eager as him and moaned when she felt her tongue against his, a feeling of excitement over her body. When he broke from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against Y/N’s, his blue eyes staring deep into hers “I don’t know what I did to deserve you” he whispered against her lips. “Hey” she gently started, the back of her hand gently stroking his cheek, “I could honestly ask the same, plus I want every nerve of anxiety and sadness your feeling to go away, so I wanted you to bring to my best spot, this is the least I can do because I love you”

His lips crashed into hers as soon as he heard her say that, he said he loved her back between his kisses as they moved backwards to the bed. Her back hit the bed, with Chris crawling on top of her, his lips never leaving hers. They broke from the kiss, when they chugged off their shoes, socks and jackets. Chris cursed silently when he saw Y/N slip off her t-shirt and threw it to the side, revealing her black push up bra. He pushed her into the pillows, kissing her deeply and grasping the back of her neck to bring her closer to him, she moaned and wrapped her legs tightly around his west, gently grinding against him. He broke from the kiss, and peppered light kisses across her cheek, trailing down to her jaw and nibbling down to a sweet spot on her neck. Y/N threw her head back and moaned softly when she felt him making Chris smirk, loving her love’s reaction. His kisses trail down the middle of her chest down to her belly and playfully flicking her belly button piercing. Y/N giggled “Chris stops it tickles”, but he kept going with his playful kisses around the piercing while trailing his finger down the valley of her breasts and skillfully unhooking her front clasp bra. Y/N stood on her elbows and got rid of the bra and threw it next to her shirt, she pulled Chris back to her mouth and kissed him roughly, while reaching for the bottom of his t-shirt urging him to take it off. He pulled back and stood up straight to take off his shirt, showing his bare sturdy chest and Y/N was getting wet seeing his gaze of desire and his chest heaving from the intense kisses. She got her knees and pushed him back to the bed and straddling him while giving love bites all over his chest before she kissed down his love line. She stopped at his belt, unbuckled it and unzipped his trousers. He lifted his butt a little allowing Y/N to slip off his trousers and boxers in one go, leaving him stark naked under her.

“Fuck” Y/N muttered seeing the hard erection in front of her, she gently took him in her hand and started stroking him. Chris groaned and pressed his head against the pillows when he felt Y/N’s thumb swirling his precum over his tip. Her tender hands going up and down his erection while she leaned back to his face giving him teasing kisses and then biting his lower lip making Chris growl in excitement. She trailed kisses down his cheek to his jawline and flicking her tongue on his ear, biting it a little because she knew he loved the teasing. He sighed her name, when she went back to his cock and a string of profanities left his mouth as soon as Y/N took him completely in her mouth after a teasing trail of her tongue from the base to his tip. His hands gripping her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, trailer her tongue slowly at the spot where she knew Chris got weak. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed his fingers wiping the hair from her face, his heels rubbing against the bedsheet and moaned loudly when Y/N also started stroking him while giving him a blowjob. He knew he was close and tried to stop Y/N but she held on to his wrists telling him she wants it, “Y/N I’m gonna….. Oh FUCK” his head tilted back on the pillow and mouth agape when he released into her mouth after she pressed her tongue in his sweet spot a little longer. She knew that would drive him off the edge.

After she swallowed she released her mouth with a small pop and bit her lip leaning towards Chris trying to kiss him, but he grabbed her wrists and flipped her over. One arm held both her arms above her, the other unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them off of her legs, throwing them behind his back. He let go of her wrists and spread her thighs, both thumbs circling her inner thighs she gave out a big sigh, crunching her hair with her fingers. He gently slipped off her panties, his cock twitched in excitement seeing her so wet. He gently glided his fingers along her wet lips, “Oh God Chris” she moaned lightly, grabbing onto the sheets. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me” he whispered against her wetness before he brought her even closer to his face by tucking his arms underneath her thighs. His fingers caressing her thighs and kissed her pussy lips lightly causing her to gasp and sucks them between his lips and teeth grazing them lightly. His mouth tasting of her juices as she began breathing hard and moaning in pleasure. Slowly, she held his hair and guided him upward to her clit, which he began sucking with his tongue. He then slid two fingers inside, he groaned at her tightness while sucking her clit, her head tipped against the bed, moaning her fingers grasping his brown locks. “I’m so……. So fucking close” she gasped as she was feeling the coil at the bottom of her stomach. But when she said that, he pulled out of her, making her whine in annoyance, she huffed and looked at him with a glare.

But the glare was gone turning to look at him with wide eyes seeing him crawl towards her licking the sweet juices of his fingers. “On your knees and face the headboard” his whisper an octave lower, sounding oh so sexy. He didn’t have to repeat himself as Y/N was standing on her knees, her hands placed on the headboard. His gentle fingers caressing her back as his tip teasing her entrance, making her moan and tilt her head against his shoulder “Do you have a condom?” he whispered into her ear, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. She turned to face him and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “It’s okay I’m on the pill” she told him. He replied her by kissing her softly as he entered slowly, filling her completely causing both of them to moan in unison. When she was comfortable, he started to thrust in and out of her slowly from behind, he leaned back watching his cock sliding in and out of her pussy and teasing her entrance with this thumb. She kept moaning his name, when he kept pleasuring her like that and then leaned towards her grabbing her boobs from behind. His fingertips grazing her nipples, whispering in her ear, how much he loves her, how much he loves making lover to her and how she’s so perfect to him. His thrusts got faster and deeper, knowing that he was close, Y/N’s breathing got heavier, her right hand let go of the headboard and held on to Chris’ right arm her nails digging into his muscles feeling her walls tighten after every thrust. “Baby, I’m so close” she whined, his left arm held onto her neck lightly choking her “That’s it baby, cum with me love” After two rough strokes a wave of orgasm crashed over them, making Y/N lean further into the border, when she felt him releasing his seed inside her. Simultaneously Chris’ grip on her neck tightened a little when he was cumming inside her. Chris let go of her neck, and placed his left hands over hers, his thumb stroking her palm. After he calmed down from the orgasm, he left gentle pecks all over her back making her giggle lightly. He groaned after pulling out, dragging Y/N with him back to bed, he pecked her cheek and padded to the bathroom, and came back to bed with a wet cloth wiping her before throwing it at the edge of the bed. He lifted her right leg and trailed kisses from her ankle, to her calves, thighs and the curve of her hips, then lying down bringing her closer to him. The back of hand stroking his bearded cheek, the scruffiness tickling her fingers, where Chris had his fingertips grazing her back. She smiled showing her sweet dimples knowing that she loved it when she did that. She pecked his cheek before leaning over and placing the duvet over them, snuggling closer to his chest, “let’s get some sleep, I’ll wake you up before sunrise.” “Can’t wait” he replied kissing her goodnight before closing her eyes.

The next few days were the most relaxing days that Chris ever had, the morning after they spent in the cabin, Y/N woke him up few minutes before sunrise, where they laid down on the hammock: Chris in his boxers and Y/N snuggled in the black t-shirt Chris wore the night before. They also spent a few occasions golfing with the owner of the resort, who also kindly extended his invitation to Chris for becoming a permanent guest of the resort. He added that any friend of Y/N was also a friend of his and they were more than welcome in his resort. They also spent some time at the school that Y/N and her family built for the resort staff children and children affected by the 2015 earthquake, his heart filled with love seeing Y/N genuinely interact with each and every child. He just felt lucky every time. The sex did not stop either, after every hike or golfing game lead to steamy sessions in the shower where either Chris or Y/N went down on each other. On their last day at the resort before heading back to Kathmandu Chris set up a little surprise for Y/N when she went for dinner with a few friends who were also happening to stay at the resort. He got Dasrath Dhai’s help by lighting up the whole cottage with candles and creating a trail of lily petals from the entrance to the attic lounge where he found Y/N at his first morning here. He got rid of the furniture there and placed a thin futon, some duvets and large cushions strewn all over. The forecast did state a light thunderstorm, and thunder began to rumble as soon as Y/N back. She gasped seeing the decoration all over the cottage, she quickly slipped off her boots and socks and followed the petals leading to the attic, being welcome by Chris in a grew sweater and black sweatpants holding two glasses of wine. “What is all this?” she asked glancing around the whole room in awe. He placed the glasses of wine on the table before walking to her, wrapping his arms around her waist flushing her body close to his, “Just a little thank you present, for giving me one of the best vacations ever” he whispered, his breath hitting her lips, and seconds later her lips crashed his. As the thunder grew a little louder, rain started to hit the window, clothes were thrown all over the floor and Chris had Y/N straddling his lap. No foreplay but straight into love making, as Y/N rode Chris into ecstasy with streaks of lightning decorating the background. His tongue flicking her nipples one by one, and fingers stroking her clit making both of them reach euphoria. They spent the whole night at the attic without a blink of sleep trying to savor every moment, filled with touches, kisses and more love making along with the rhythm of the storm outside.

Chris had his back against the wall with Y/N lying against his chest and the sheets loosely covering her chest. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist over the sheets, watching the storm fading away transitioning into a clear blue sky with some orange rays of the sun. He moved her waves to her right shoulder his nose nuzzling her shoulder and placing light kisses, his beard tickling her skin making her giggle. He sighed deeply and pulled her closer to him “Thank you” he broke the serene silence making Y/N turn to him, waiting for him to continue, “for everything” he added, “for taking me to paradise, for being the greatest girlfriend lover, and for also putting up with my anxiety even though I know you have a lot on your plate already, and taking care of your anxious boyfriend was the last thing” “Hey” she interrupted him, clung on to the sheets and faced him completely, “You are the most important thing to me, and your anxiety and your well-being matters to me the absolute most, my heart broke when I face timed you when you were in DC” “If you taking care of was the last thing, I wouldn’t have forced your butt to jet halfway across the world and spend some time with me” she pecked his pouted lips as he looked at her with puppy dogs, “even if this happened during an important project of yours?” he asked. “Even then” she confirmed cupping his face with her hands and stroking his bearded cheek with her thumbs. “I know how it feels when things kept going over your head one after the other, and it’s okay to let go and not feel okay at times. That shows how much of a break you need, and you really needed this. Don’t ever hold back especially with me, your family and your friends, we’re all here for you” He softly smiled at her response, “I love you, so much” he confessed, she smiled and replied “I love you more” they shared a sweet kiss, before Y/N leaned back against his chest. He took her left hand, his thumb stroking her palm before glancing down at her bear ring finger, he knew for sure he need this, and he needed her in his life forever. He smiled planning the next surprise for their next trip.

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Untitled - Part 3

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Junmyeon x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 | Word Count: 3,670

Of course, one of the first things you did after arriving home from your second -- and much more successful -- date with Junmyeon was... text Trish.

You told her the evening had gone much better, and Junmyeon had been much less nervous and awkward around you. In fact, he really hadn’t been nervous or awkward at all.

And you even brought up the fact he was going to bring you back a souvenir from his trip.

...She almost immediately started planning your wedding.

So, you turned your phone over and ignored her for the time being.

She was one of your best friends; she would understand!

To keep your mind occupied and not thinking about a potential wedding, you decided to navigate to YouTube and watch more of Junmyeon’s videos.

...Maybe not the best choice since the wedding you didn’t want to think about currently was the wedding you would have with the very same guy, but oh well! He was cute and he seemed to like you and you wanted to watch him travel around Japan, okay?

You watched as Junmyeon ate ramen and found weird vending machines and played with UFO catchers and visited the Hachiko statue and romped around Disneyland Tokyo and you fell asleep as he was shopping the Harajuku district.

To be honest, his voice was so soothing and comforting and sweet, it made you fall asleep with a smile on your lips -- as cheesy as it sounds.

The next morning, you found yourself going through your usual weekend AM routine: staying in bed for at least an hour after waking up and browsing multiple social media platforms on your phone.

You had just scrolled through Reddit for about half an hour, upvoting dorky writing memes and skincare advice, and now you were moving on to Instagram.

One of the first things you noticed was Junmyeon’s profile picture up at the top of the screen. He had added to his story, and apparently, the app wanted you to look at it. So... you clicked.

He only had two posts, the first one from about two hours ago. According to the video, he was headed to the airport. It had still been somewhat dark outside, and he had filmed the lights of the buildings as the car sped by. Next, he had uploaded a boomerang of him spinning his suitcase around.

So, he was already at the airport, but since the boomerang had been posted less than an hour ago, he obviously hadn’t left yet.

Would it be weird if you sent him a text?

Just a quick one! Wishing him a safe trip! That totally wouldn’t be weird.

...Right?

You were biting the inside of your cheek as you thought, and just as you were about to close Instagram and go to your Messages app...

You got a text.

From Junmyeon.

Okay, that was weird. You had just been thinking about sending him a text... and then he had sent you one.

You decided to just tell him that. He seemed like the kind of guy who would find it either amusing or spooky. Or both.

The next half-hour seemed to go by more quickly than just about any other half-hour in your life so far. You felt like you’d just started messaging him two minutes ago when he said:

Well, since he was requesting it, you really had no choice, right? You had to keep up with his Instagram! You were going to anyway, but now that you had his permission, you would feel like much less of a stalker.

Even though you knew Junmyeon’s flight to Guam would take a little while, you still checked his Instagram every so often... just to be sure. Maybe he had Wi-Fi on the flight and wanted to show his followers what movies he chose to watch!

But, alas, he didn’t update until he landed mid-afternoon -- your time. You had no idea what time it was in Guam.

As if he had somehow read your mind, though, his next story post included the clock widget. So, you got to see exactly what time it was there.

For the next several hours, you watched along as he rode to his hotel, gave a tour of his (really, really nice) room, showed the view from his balcony, ventured out to find a restaurant for breakfast (although it was more like lunch for him), ate some delicious-looking food, found a local shopping market, and visited the beach by his resort.

It all looked so beautiful there... and, you would have to admit, the selfie he posted on the beach was beautiful, too. Everything about it. Especially his face.

Oh, god, you suddenly realized you were biting your lower lip as you looked at his picture. You were holding back the cheesiest grin and the giddiest squeal in the history of the universe.

Apparently, you now had a full-blown crush on him because you were acting like a smitten teenager.

That... actually kind of scared you, though? Because it didn’t usually happen this quickly. It typically took you a few weeks or at least four dates to feel like squealing just from looking at a picture of the guy.

Instead of letting it scare you, you decided it was because you’d watched so many of his videos and felt like you knew him more than you actually did.

That made sense! That was totally the reason.

Plus, he also just had a super squeal-worthy face.

I mean, look at it. Look at his face.

Tell me you didn’t squeal.

OF COURSE, YOU DID! Because his face is totally squeal-worthy!

Oh my lord, can you imagine him in glasses?

Or a suit?!

Wow, okay, thinking about either of those was definitely too much to handle. You shook your head a little and quickly exited out of Instagram.

Maybe you should take a break from obsessively checking his story. Give yourself some time to... not be a lovesick teenager.

You were an adult with a real job and bills and your own place and you had been on two dates with the guy. There was absolutely no reason you should be imagining what he looked like in glasses or a suit.

...Wait, but what about glasses and a suit.

Holy mother of --

NO!

No. Stop.

You suddenly headed to your front door, grabbed your keys, and you headed to the grocery store. Wandering down aisles filled with food would surely take your mind off of Junmyeon, and there was no way you could keep thinking about him in glasses and a suit if you were trying to decide which cereal you wanted to eat for breakfast next week.

You (somehow) managed to busy yourself for the rest of the day, grocery shopping and getting things done around your house as you normally did on the weekend.

You still looked at Junmyeon’s Instagram story some, but you had calmed down considerably since earlier. You were no longer checking it every few minutes, and you were no longer (constantly) thinking about him.

Just after you ate dinner, you saw that he had added a text post to his story saying he was wiped and going to take a jet lag nap.

Aw, poor thing. Even though traveling around the world was fun, it did take a lot out of you, especially if you had to work like Junmyeon did. You were tempted to send him a message and wish him sweet dreams... but that would probably be weird.

So, you simply cleaned up your meal and headed into your living room to watch a few episodes of your favorite period drama.

When it became apparent you weren’t going to be able to watch another episode without falling asleep, you turned off your television and headed upstairs to get ready for bed.

Just like you had this morning, you followed your usual nightly routine of washing and moisturizing your face, brushing your teeth, changing into your pajamas, and snuggling in bed with your phone.

Unsurprisingly, you were scrolling through Instagram -- meaning you were watching Junmyeon’s latest story posts since he had, apparently, woken up from his nap and was just lounging in his hotel room.

You were tempted to reply to his post, especially because he didn’t seem too busy at the moment... I mean, he had told you to keep up with his Instagram. So it truly wouldn’t be weird if you did send him a message.

You were just overthinking at this point.

And, again, just like this morning...

You got another message from him.

This was getting a little too weird now. He really did seem to know when you were thinking about messaging him!

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly because he was apologizing for not talking to you even though he was basically halfway around the world!

What a cutie.

Honestly, you had to wonder if he was actually this sweet... or if he was just trying to butter you up since it was still the very, very beginning of your relationship.

Oh, wow. Calling it a ‘relationship’ was kind of weird.

But... what else would you call it?

Oh, thank god.

You had been a little worried that the constant thinking and wondering had been one-sided. You thought maybe you were just going way overboard!

But, apparently, you weren’t the only one!

That made you feel so much better.

You just had to admit it.

Junmyeon had a way of making you smile and squeal like nobody else had before.

You wanted him to enjoy his time in Guam, try to relax some (even though he was there for work), but... if he wanted to talk to you...

Who were you to tell him ‘no’?

The two of you kept on messaging until your blinks began to last for more than a minute. At that point, you told him you couldn’t stay awake any longer, and he wished you a good night with sweet dreams.

When you woke up the next morning, your first thought was to check Instagram. Junmyeon had mentioned it wasn’t even time for dinner when you’d fallen asleep, so he might already still be awake... You doubted it since jet lag was no joke, but to your surprise, you saw his user name had ‘Active now’ underneath it.

So, you sent him a message.

And so the pattern continued for the rest of the week.

He would message you right before you were going to bed, and you would message him just after you woke up. There would be a few messages here and there throughout the day, but at night and in the morning (for you, at least) was when all the good conversations happened.

Sometimes you talked about silly, meaningless things like favorite television shows and what career you’d wanted when you were a kid and which kinds of Pop-Tarts were best (Strawberry frosted... obviously).

But sometimes things got pretty deep. One night, the conversation meandered to the topic of the most important thing in life. You told Junmyeon you thought it was just being happy, and he agreed with you. He said he had never thought about it in such simple terms, but you were totally right. When it came down to it, you needed to do what was going to make you happy - not just short-term, but in the long run.

And Junmyeon had low-key insinuated that going on another date with you would make him happy in the long run.

Each night and each morning, you found the smile on your face was growing wider and wider, brighter and brighter as you talked to him. It actually got to the point where you had to just stop telling Trish about him because she was almost legitimately planning a double wedding...

When the day came for Junmyeon to come home, you sent him a few messages before he boarded his flight back, just as you had earlier this week. You wished him a safe flight, and when he told you he couldn’t wait to see you again, you blushed furiously as you repeated the sentiment.

Obviously, you figured you wouldn’t see him face-to-face for your third date for another few days. You couldn’t even imagine how tired he must be, a combination of traveling, romping around Guam for a week, and some serious jet lag.

So, imagine your surprise when he called you the very next day.

Your brow furrowed immediately when you saw his name appear on your phone screen, and you were just a bit hesitant to answer.

“...Hello?” you answered with slight confusion.

“Y/N, hey,” Junmyeon greeted, a smile very apparent in his voice. “Are you free for lunch today?”

You blinked.

“Today?” you asked.

“Yeah, today,” he chuckled.

“...Today? I mean, you’re not a jet-lagged zombie?”

“Well, yeah, I kind of am,” he admitted. “But... I don’t think I can wait much longer to see you.”

And there goes that blushing again. You’d been doing it all week, but now that you actually heard his voice, it was even worse.

“Yes, I’m free for lunch today,” you answered, pressing the back of your knuckles against your feverish cheek. “If you haven’t noticed, I don’t really have much of a social life. I hang out with Trish and a couple of other people, but that’s about it.”

“That just means I can ask you out short-notice and actually get to see you,” Junmyeon grinned in reply.

“Yes, that’s very true,” you chuckled.

“So, where do you want to eat? You pick this time since I picked last time.”

You pursed your lips in thought, but it only took a few moments before you suggested, “Pizza? There’s a really good place near the museum.”

Even though thinking about the museum only brought up the incredibly awkward ending to your first date, you figured it would be good to replace that memory with a better one. You weren’t actually going back to the museum itself, but it was in the same area! It was close enough!

“Pizza is always okay by me,” Junmyeon laughed. “Just send me the address. I’ll meet you there at... noon?”

“Yeah, that works!”

“Perfect. See you then.”

You briefly bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling like an absolute goofball, and then you replied with, “See you then,” before hanging up.

It had been two weeks exactly since your first date with Junmyeon, and two weeks ago, you never would’ve thought you’d be here. You never would’ve thought you’d be giddy and giggling and smiling and anxious to see him. It was nice -- more than nice -- don’t get me wrong! You just... never would’ve thought you’d get here with him.

...And now you needed to go get ready as quickly as possible because it was almost 11 which meant it was almost 11:30, and you needed to leave by 11:30 if you wanted to get to the pizza place on time.

Ready, set, go!

Much to your delight, Junmyeon was waiting for you when you arrived at the pizza place right at noon. You’d scrambled to get dressed and ready, and even though you’d left five minutes later than you’d wanted to, you still arrived on time.

When Junmyeon noticed you approaching, you could see his face light up with a smile. He lifted a hand and waved at you, and you pressed your lips together to hold back a very cheesy, giddy grin.

When you got close enough, Junmyeon held out his arms and pulled you in for a hug.

Oh -- oh, my.

For some reason, you hadn’t been prepared for this. Even though the two of you had been talking every single day -- flirting every single day -- for the past week, you hadn’t even thought Junmyeon would go in for the hug.

But he had.

And you were now in the middle of it.

First of all, he smelled really nice.

Second of all, he was really warm. I mean, most everyone is warm when you hug them, at least physically. But Junmyeon was just... warm all-around. Physically and emotionally.

The hug was pretty brief, but you still managed to feel welcomed and safe and secure while you were in his arms.

“Hey,” he said softly just before he pulled away. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” you replied breathlessly. “So do you.”

Because even though he was clearly exhausted, he still looked amazingly handsome. It actually wasn’t fair.

The two of you headed into the restaurant, and once you were seated, Junmyeon raised his eyebrows and reached into his pocket.

“Oh, yeah, before I forget,” he murmured. He then took out a pen, handing it to you across the table. “Here is your souvenir.”

A smile immediately lit up your face, and you took the pen eagerly. It was a brightly colored pen from the resort with fun patterns and palm trees all over it.

“I hope it’s not too, like, tacky or anything --”

“No, it’s perfect,” you assured him, focusing your smile on him now. “I love it. Thank you.”

Junmyeon looked adorably pleased, but then all of a sudden, he looked adorably nervous. “I just have... one request.”

Your eyebrows raised, and you looked at him as if to say ‘Yes, go on...’

“I...” Junmyeon licked his lips and inhaled, his breath just a bit shaky. “I want you to write to me.”

“...Write to you? What do you mean?” you asked as your heart practically pounded in your chest. Was he requesting something super romantic?

“Like, write me letters. So I can read them when I’m on a trip and -- and missing you.”

Yep. He was requesting something super romantic.

“But you have to use that pen,” he continued, pointing to it as you held it. “Please. I mean, of course, you don’t have to if you don’t --”

“I will,” you interrupted. “When’s your next trip?”

Junmyeon’s lips split into a huge grin before he answered you. “In two weeks.”

You nodded, holding back a huge grin of your own. “All right. I’ll write as many letters as I can in two weeks and give them to you before you leave.”

The atmospheres during your first date and your second date had been pretty different - in a good way.

And the atmospheres during your second date and your third date had been even more different - in a very good way.

Maybe it was because the two of you had been talking more, or maybe Junmyeon was a little delirious from jet lag, but he was taking no measures whatsoever to hide how he felt about you. He was smiling almost constantly, complimenting you every few minutes, and he was just being generally charming and flirtatious. But not overly flirtatious, and not flirtatious in a gross, creepy way. He was subtle about it, and you liked that.

He made you laugh -- giggle, even. He made you smile. He made your heart flutter. He made you wonder what in the world he saw in you.

After splitting a pizza and talking for over an hour, Junmyeon ushered you out of the restaurant. When you stepped onto the sidewalk, you were just about to tell him you had, yet again, taken the subway. But he spoke before you could.

“Could I... would it be okay if I... took you home?”

Your heart stopped beating for just a millisecond, though you weren’t sure why. It was a simple request to take you home!

You nodded, lifting one corner of your mouth in a somewhat shy grin. “Yeah, sure.”

Junmyeon led you down the street to a nearby parking garage, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back as he guided you toward his car.

The drive to your place was fairly quiet; you murmured directions to him, and some music played softly on his Bluetooth. It wasn’t awkward, though. Not in the least. The silence was comfortable, and neither of you felt the need to fill it with random small talk.

It took Junmyeon about twenty minutes to drive to your house, and when he pulled into your driveway, you could’ve sworn you felt a sort of nervous tension suddenly appear between you.

But why?

You weren’t nervous.

“I’ll -- I’ll walk you in,” Junmyeon offered as he put his car in park and turned off the engine.

You murmured an ‘okay’ as you unbuckled your seat belt and opened your door, stepping out onto your driveway. Junmyeon jogged around the front of the car to meet you, his hand once again finding its way to the small of your back as he followed you up the walkway.

When you arrived at your front door, you started to open your bag to retrieve your keys, but Junmyeon gently put a hand on your wrist to stop you. You jumped just a little, not expecting it, but you still shifted your gaze to look over at him.

“I --” he began before cutting himself off. He shifted his weight awkwardly, and your heart started to race. That nervous tension from the car was back, and you now understood he was nervous. “I know I’ve probably said this a thousand times but... I like you. I really like you, and I want to keep seeing you.”

Why was he nervous about telling you that? Like he said, he’d said that about a thousand times already.

“I like you, too,” you replied with a soft grin. “I want to keep seeing you.”

Junmyeon’s gaze pierced into yours, his brow furrowed slightly. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he quickly closed it again.

The two of you stood there for a few moments in silence, neither of you moving.

And then, all of a sudden, Junmyeon leaned in and swiftly pressed his lips to yours.

...Oh.

So that’s what he was nervous about.

Part 4

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Across Seven Seas

Chapter 3

Description: This fanfiction series is set in the year 2022, after the horrid COVID-19 has finally come to an end. In this fanfiction, Chris Evans holidays with his family in India and meets Meera Shankar. The story explores their rollercoaster journey and raises a question, whether two people, from two contrasting backgrounds and cultures, can build their future together?

This series is Chris Evans x OFC with Chris Evans' family and friends having recurring appearances. Please find below a lot of Original Characters-

Meera Shankar - The female lead

Meera's Mother

Poppy - Meera's maternal grandmother

Rohan - Meera's elder brother who is 6 years older than her.

Ankur - Concierge of the Hotel Maple-Fawn in Mussoorie

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P.S- India follows only one timezone.

P.P.S- All the photographs used in the chapters are of the real locations mentioned. I clicked these photographs on my vacation.

This is a work of fiction. The names of the hotels and companies have been changed to avoid copyright issues. Meera Shankar and her family is based on the author and her kin. No offense is intended.

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Chapter 3

6th September, 7:30am - Dehradun Hotel, India

Meera barely noticed the morning chatter at the breakfast table, the voices becoming dull thuds in her mind. As she dozed off for the tenth time, her mother snapped. "You just woke up Meera! How can you still be sleepy? People in the mornings are usually active, bright-eyed and alert! Yet here you are going back to sleep." "Who said I slept last night?" spoke Meera, unsuccessfully trying to stifle her yawn, "With you and Poppy snoring into my ears, I could hardly sleep." "We don't snore that bad," said her mother, defensively. "Have you ever hear... (yawn) Have you ever even heard yourself snore?" replied a sleepy Meera. "I slept peacefully in my room. Just like a baby," Rohan chimed in with a smug smile. Her sleep deprived brain could not think of a clever repertoire. At least she would fall asleep on the ride to Mussoorie, hopefully avoiding the nasty motion sickness.

6th September, 9:15am - Delhi, India

🎶tring, tring, tring, tring🎶

Chris heard the faint chime of the landline in his room. Struggling to find it in the darkness, Chris finally answered the call. The receptionist on the other end of the line was kind. She patiently reminded him about the wake-up call that had been scheduled by him and informed him about the buffet breakfast. The Evans family had reached the fancy hotel in the wee hours of the morning. It had been a relief to exit the Delhi airport sans the company of the media. Jet-lagged and exhausted, they had all collapsed into their beds. Even Chris had fallen asleep as soon as his head had touched the pillow. He now stretched on the bed, missing the warmth of his adorable canine. He knew the best way to deal with jet-lag was to condition your body to the local timezone. After freshening up, he headed towards the buffet, seeking to eat his breakfast in peace.

As there were no direct flights from Boston to Dehradun, they had decided to stay for a day in Delhi, just to rest their bones. Tomorrow, they would catch the flight to Dehradun. As Chris understood, their hotel in Mussoorie was around 6 hours away from Dehradun airport. He did not look forward to the excessive travel. He knew they would all be tired out for a week before they started feeling normal again.

He was soon joined by his family for breakfast. A large family of 7 Americans was not an unusual sight for the patrons of this hotel. Being one of the most luxurious and expensive hotels in the city, tourists from across the world flocked to the 5-star property. The best part? Nobody recognized them, especially Chris. While Chris did have a huge fan following in India, he was not immediately recognisable with his large beard and overgrown hair.

"Do we have anything planned for today?" Chris confirmed with Carly as she demolished her pancakes, "Not really. The hotel did offer a tour of the local tourist hotspots, but I didn't think anyone would be up for a day out." "Especially in this heat," chimed in Shanna. "From what I Google searched, Delhi has beautiful forts and structures. There are even expansive gardens in the city! Maybe we can visit just one site before leaving tomorrow?" suggested their mother Lisa. "I will check with the concierge and see what they recommend," offered Scott.

Chris settled back in his room after the breakfast, checking-in with Tara about Dodger. He dozed off while waiting for a reply.

Same day, 11:40pm - Dehradun-Mussoorie road

Meera woke up with a jerk as the car pulled around a corner, her heart beating fast. They were on the last portion of the winding roads, almost at the top of the hill. Dazed, she looked around the SUV, her mother and brother were wide awake and Poppy had nodded off. From the window, Meera saw the mountains and trees in all their glory, but the motion of the car lulled her exhausted mind back to sleep.

Almost 20 minutes later, she woke up again as her mother gently taped her on the shoulder. "We have reached," she quietly said, "Are you feeling okay?" Blinking her eyes, Meera managed to say yes. Chilly breeze greeted her as she opened the door of the car. Audibly shuddering, she shut the door, reluctant to leave the warm vehicle. Her brother pulled it open again, "Wake up sleepy head! Look how beautiful it is!" "It is COLD," replied Meera hoarsely, still struggling to find her bearings. "Okay look, it is just 10 steps from the car to the hotel's entrance. Just 10 steps! Then you will be in nice toasty-warm lobby. Let's go! The hills are calling us! Let's go let's go!!" Meera smiled at her brother's exuberance. Mountains had the same effect on him that beaches had on her. Bracing herself for the cold, Meera dashed from the car and into the hotel.

Maple-Fawn was one of the few 5-star hotels in Mussoorie. The international company had a chain of hotels in the country, but their property at this hill-station had been voted as one of the bests. The lobby section was intimidating to say the least. White marble flooring, polished wood-panelled walls, and elegant paintings and statues gave a sophisticated, warm vibe. As the family was checking-in, the male concierge asked for Meera, "Welcome to Maple-Fawn everyone. Do we have a Mrs Meera Shankar amongst us?" "It is Ms Meera Shankar, and that would be me," she replied. "Hello ma'am. I am Ankur, the resident concierge of this property. As I am led to believe, you are the one with the food allergies, correct?" "Yes absolutely." "We received your email ma'am, the one with the list of foods you are allergic to, and a couple of recipes which would suit you. Can we discuss it once you are settled-in?" "Oh right yes. How about we meet again after one hour?" "Sure ma'am. I will meet you with the chef in your room," confirmed Ankur.

The receptionist handed them the key cards to their rooms. "As I can see in the system, you have booked two rooms, with the 3 women living in one room and Mr Rohan living in another. Would you like to have a single bed mattress in your room ma'am? It would be more comfortable," suggested the receptionist. As her mother refused after hearing the cost for the extra mattress, Meera had to chuckle. Even the receptionist must have wondered how will 3 fat women fit on a queen-sized bed, she thought.

"Why should we spend so much money on a mattress when we call all sleep together on the same bed?" argued Meera's mother as they reached their rooms, "We have already spent so much on this expensive hotel, I am certainly not paying for anything extra." Meera's face fell as she heard those words. It had been difficult to find a hotel which would cater to her food allergies. While various brands offered food for people who were strictly vegetarian or vegan, the hotel staff, usually the chefs, could never wrap their minds around how could a person be allergic to so many things. Luckily, Maple-Fawn had been accommodating, but being on the upper-end luxurious side of things, the stay at the hotel itself had costed them around 4 months of Rohan's salary. "I will get to snuggle-up to my daughter on the same bed and sleep. I can't wait!" continued Meera's mother. "Creep," muttered Meera.

But despite herself, Meera had to admit, the view from their room was to die for...

Same day, 3pm - Delhi

Chris awoke to someone ringing the doorbell of his room. Stumbling across the room in the darkness, he opened the door to see Carly. "Hey Chris, we are going to Rori gardens, do you want to tag along?" "What? Which gardens?" "Rori, or something like that. I don't understand most of the names here," sheepishly admitted Carly. "Should I show you the brochure?" Nodding his reply, Chris stepped aside to let Carly in. "Oh God, it is dark in here, let there be light!" "No wait sto..." But before Chris could finish his sentence, Carly had opened the curtains, flooding the room with bright sunlight. "Aargh" Chris groaned at the sudden light, hidding under the covers on his bed. Laughing, Carly tried to pull the covers off of him, but Chris held on tight. "C'mon you big baby! You are worse than your niece and nephews! Even they are playing in the swimming pool and here you are, hiding underneath the covers!" "It's too bright! Turn down the sun!" Chris whined. "No way! Get up now! See this garden looks like fun. Don't stay held up in your room." Chris muttered something. "Christopher Evans, come out now or else I WILL tickle you!" Carly threatened. Uncovering his head, Chris opened one eye, "What do you want, you Kraken monster?!" Carly smiled, it had been too long since Chris had called her by the nickname. A change of location was maybe just what he needed afterall.

Chris met Carly, Scott and Lisa in the lobby, Shanna choosing to stay behind with the kids. Their hotel, Maple-Fawn, had provided them with a guide and comfortable cars. If Chris wasn't mistaken, they were going to stay at the brand's property in Mussoorie as well. "What is the name of the garden again?" Chris asked their Guide. "They are called Lodhi Gardens," came the prompt reply. "It is spread over 90 acres and contains some of the best landscaping seen here in Delhi. The garden is also home to tombs of various kings who had once ruled Delhi." "Oh so it's a graveyard," inquired Scott excitedly. Chris chucked at his brother's excitement. "Not at all sir," replied their Guide, "The garden is used as a park, where people jog, do yoga, exercise and kids play around. You will get an idea once we reach."

While the road to Lodhi Gardens had been full of traffic and commotion, the place itself was peaceful and serene. Tall trees surrounded the walkways, manicured green lawns with flower beds covered the uneven terrain, while the graves of the bygone kings were nothing like the Evans family had seen before. These were ancient structures, with delicate ornate carvings on the walls. "Woah," whispered Scott, "If these are their graves, then I can't even imagine how royal their palaces must have been!"

Chris caught himself smiling. As much as he willed himself not to feel happiness, he couldn't help but feel a little bit relaxed. Lodhi Gardens were beautiful.

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Harry x Love Languages

So if you don’t know there’s this theory I guess that there are five different ways people show love and like for love to be shown to them, so then I started thinking about how Harry would be with showing love and what I think his love languages are. You can learn a little more about them and find out yours here. So this is just a lil thing about that!

Quality time

With Harry always touring and jetting off to exotic islands to make his albums, you don’t get a ton of time alone together. So, the time you do get together is precious, and I think he understands that, which is why this is first. Harry always tries to make the time the two of you spend together special. Even if you’re just hanging out at his house watching TV, he’ll be sure to have your favorite snacks on hand or maybe even try to bake something special (because I feel like Harry can totally cook). His status as a public figure makes “normal” dates like dinner and a movie hard, but he somehow manages to make it work. He finds a little hole-in-the-wall diner that’s always deserted and where most of the employees are about eighty and well out of the demographic of his fans so you can still go out for dinner like an average couple. And he has definitely rented out an entire theatre so that the two of you can go out to a movie together like an average couple. But even that dates that are just at his house are never really just “Netflix and chill” he always makes them fun and unique. One time you had a scavenger hunt, sometimes you’ll bake together, pillow forts are a favorite of his, and he will totally have a spa night with you including face masks and manicures because fuck toxic masculinity. When you come to visit him on tour, he’ll always be trying to sneak off with you, and he’ll want to catch up and hear everything that you’ve been up to since he’s been gone. Even though there’s millions of things going on around him, his attention is completely on you and your is completely on him. After being apart for months, how could you focus on anything but your partner?

Words of affirmation

Honestly, I’m basing this off his performances of Kiwi on tour. Harry loves to be praised and loves hearing nice things about himself and he would always do the same for you. You compliment him on his outfit right before he goes on stage and you can see him visibly puff up a little bit and he carries himself with a little more confidence because he’s just received a compliment from the person that makes the most to him and that means so much to him. And he always returns compliments right away, like after you compliment his suit he’ll respond by telling you how pretty you look. He’ll call you “beautiful” and “gorgeous” to the point where he uses those to address you more often than your name. But it isn’t limited to just looks, because Harry isn’t shallow. If you compliment him on how much energy he had during Kiwi or how natural his banter was with the audience, he’d love it. Similarly, he’d have lots of nice things to say about your personality or intelligence or athletic ability or anything that wasn’t just looks-based. And this totally translates to a praise kink during sex. He loves to hear how good he’s making you feel and how he’s the only one who can fuck you like this and he still gets off thinking about the first time you gave him a blow job and how you spent a few seconds just staring wide-eyed at his cock before finally saying “It’s big.” Just thinking about the innocent look in your eyes and those words leaving your lips gets him hard. And after a bad show, the best way to cheer him up is by giving him every compliment you can think of. You would remind him of everything he’s accomplished so far and how amazing he’d been doing with all of his shows so far and soon he would be feeling loads better.

Acts of Service

Harry’s a sweet guy, pretty much everyone raves about that. He likes doing things to help people, and he likes when people do the same for him. The downfall is, he’s been in the spotlight so long he doesn’t remember when it’s like to not have a personal assistant, so lots of what he does for you aren’t him but his assistant, which makes him feel a little guilty. He hates how when you’re craving chocolate he can’t run out and get it for you without causing a scene, so someone else has to do it. Similarly, sometimes you’ll want to do something nice for him only to find out he already hired someone to do it. Once when he was on tour you let yourself into his house with the intention of cleaning it so it would be in good shape when he returned, only to find a grandmotherly woman already there, doing exactly what you’d intended to. Of course, this doesn’t mean that Harry never does anything nice for you. He is definitely the guy to rub your back after a long day or to draw you a bath (and either join you or give you your space, whichever you prefer) when you’re upset. And of course, since you’re not in the spotlight like he is, you can do little things like run to the Starbucks across the street from the hotel when you’re visiting him on tour and buy him coffee.

Gifts

Harry wears Gucci 24/7, so he obviously appreciates the finer things in life. But he also has more money than you can even fathom, which makes this one a little weird. He doesn’t really like you buying things for him, and for him an independence thing. He has enough money to afford pretty much whatever he wants, and he prefers to buy it for himself. And he’d prefer that you spend your hard-earned money on yourself. He also has very particular tastes, which if you’re being honest makes it very hard to shop for him. He would rather buy something himself and be able to pick out exactly what he wants than have someone else buy it for him, knowing that they’re spending time agonizing over what to buy and maybe not even buying the right thing after all that. You aren’t really into him buying you things for the same reason. His taste is too flashy, which he pulls off magnificently, but doesn’t really work for you. The only gifts he does like are sentimental ones, even if it’s just something little. One Christmas you gifted him with your favorite book, writing a little note in the front cover that there was no pressure for him to finish it because just because you liked it didn’t mean he would. He read the entire thing in one sitting, and one time you caught him just reading over the note and smiling. One time you jokingly made friendship bracelets for the two of you. You expected him to lose it after a week, the way you had with yours, but he still wears it all the time. And if you have kids together, when they’re in that stage where they want to draw but all they’re really capable of doing is scribbling? His face lights up every time his baby presents him with another piece of construction paper with unintelligible marks on it. “Very nice, lovie. Tell me more about it,” he says, and listens as his baby babbles on about the drawing, already planning about where on the refrigerator he can hang it because that means more to him that any Rolex you could save up to gift him.

Physical touch

Potentially controversial, but I feel like Harry isn’t super touchy-feely. He’s surrounded by people all the time, so even though he seems very extroverted, I think he likes his space a little bit. He still likes to cuddle and he’ll pull you close to him when you’re watching TV or let you sleep on his shoulder during a long flight, but I don’t think he needs the two of you to always be attached at the hip. After his shows when he’s running an adrenaline and full of energy he’ll run off stage and immediately scoop you up and hold on to your for a couple seconds and he gets very cuddly after sex, showering you with kisses and pressing your head to his chest, because he can’t go from being intimate to not even touching you. But I think he likes his space when he sleeps-the two of you on opposite sides of the bed, maybe even facing opposite directions with just your feet touching. And sometimes when you’re sitting on the couch together, you sit at opposite ends. I think that between touring and recording and all his fans, he doesn’t get a ton of alone time, so when it’s just the two of you he appreciates his space and you respect that. But he understands your needs too, and if you’re feeling like you need a little extra affection you come and rub up against him like a cat and that’s his hint that you’d like a few cuddles. And I don’t think he’s majorly into PDA either. He’s seen the hate comments the people that he dates get and he wants to protect you from that, meaning he won’t even hold your hand in public. Even when you’re just around friends he keeps the PDA in a minimum, maybe just holding your hand or putting his arm around your waist for a little bit. And you’re perfectly fine with that, because the last thing you need is hate thrown your way on social media.

#i am available to fight if u disagree we can start the discourse #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles smut #harry styles concept #harry styles blurbs #also what are yalls love languages #mine's words of affirmation first and touch last lol

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Brock Rumlow x Reader

Chapter 30

Chapter 1 . Chapter 2 . Chapter 3 . Chapter 4 . Chapter 5 . Chapter 6 . Chapter 7 . Chapter 8 . Chapter 9 . Chapter 10 . Chapter 11 . Chapter 12 . Chapter 13 . Chapter 14 . Chapter 15 . Chapter 16 . Chapter 17 . Chapter 18 . Chapter 19 . Chapter 20 . Chapter 21 . Chapter 22 . Chapter 23 . Chapter 24 . Chapter 25 . Chapter 26 . Chapter 27 . Chapter 28 . Chapter 29

You watch as Steve slowly steps up to the mic, his finger hovering hesitantly over the button that will send his voice through every speaker in HQ. Sneaking in had been a breeze, but now is the moment that will make or break the mission. He glances towards you, and you answer him with a reassuring nod.

Clearing his throat, he finally pushes the button. “Attention all Shield agents, this is Steve Rogers. You’ve heard a lot about me over the last few days, some of you were even ordered to hunt me down, but I think it’s time to tell the truth. Shield is not what we thought it was; it’s been taken over by Hydra. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The Strike and Insight crew are Hydra as well. I don’t know how many more, but I know they’re in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want: absolute control. They shot Nick Fury, and it won’t end there. If you launch those helicarriers today, Hydra will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way, unless we stop them. I know I’m asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high, it always has been. And that’s a price I’m willing to pay, and if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.” He releases the button, and moves back from the mic.

As Steve turns to face the team, Sam speaks up. “Did you write that down first, or was that off the top of your head?”

Hill moves forward, taking a seat at the station and quickly overriding the controls to monitor the action from the live feeds. “They’re initiating the launch.”

You, Sam, and Steve dart through the door, racing out to the tarmac.

Sam glances around. “Hey Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?”

Steve pulls his shield from his back, readying it in his hand. “If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.”

Sam nods, activating his jetpack and taking off into the air as his metal wings unfold. You stay with Steve, as you promised, and follow him further onto the tarmac to find and stop the helicarriers.

As you run forward, you notice a few men approaching in the distance, but can’t quite make them out. Getting closer now, you recognize the faint shape of guns in their hands, and suddenly feel a tight pressure around your waist as you’re spun around. You hear bullets bouncing off metal, and look up to see Steve over you with his shield holding off the barrage of gunfire.

“When I say go, I’m going to throw the shield, and then I want you to run.” He shifts his feet, steadying his stance as he looks at you again. “Just run, I’ll handle them. Ready?”

You nod hesitantly, your heartbeat pounding against your chest as you watch his grip tighten on his shield.

“Go!”

He throws the shield, knocking over several of the gunmen, and surprising the others for a few seconds. As his shield comes back, you throw yourself forward, tackling one of the unsuspecting men and quickly stealing his weapon. You hear Steve yell after you in frustration, but ignore him as you put the gun to the man’s head, quickly ending the struggle before moving on to the next. You drop to your knees, avoiding his shot, and send one of your own through his helmet. You furrow your brows and touch your earpiece. “They’ve got armor piercing rounds.”

A breeze brushes past you, and you turn to see Steve’s shield taking out a guy behind you. Turning back, you see him fighting three men at once, but he easily finishes them as soon as the shield returns to his grip. You smile to yourself and duck as you feel someone approaching, kicking your leg out to the side, you manage to knock him over in time to see several more men moving towards you.

A few short moments later, you and Steve meet in the middle, quickly dispatching the last of the group. “I told you to run.”

You smile, and then move past him to rummage through the men’s pockets for ammo, finding only one mag and an extra blade. “I promised to stick with you, remember?”

He shakes his head, and continues forward into the first helicarrier. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He quickly places the chip, and calls over his earpiece, “Alpha lock.”

You both move to the top of the helicarrier, searching for the next when Sam’s voice comes through your earpiece. “Hey Cap, I found those bad guys you were talking about.”

Steve stops for a moment, looking up towards the sky, scanning for Sam. “You okay?”

“Not dead yet.”

Hill’s voice is in your earpiece, “Falcon, status?”

“Engaging.” A moment later, you hear his voice again. “Alright guys I’m in.”

You glance around, not seeing the helicarrier. “We need to hurry, Steve.”

“I’m working on it.” He steps forward, effortlessly getting rid of a single gunman with one hit from his shield. “It should be here somewhere.”

Hill’s voice sounds in your ear again. “Falcon, where are you now?”

The silence seems to go on entirely too long, you and Steve glance to the sky nervously, but Sam’s voice finally rings through. “Had to take a detour; I’m in, Bravo lock.”

You touch your earpiece. “Hill, where is Charley carrier?”

Her voice comes through only seconds later. “2 down one to go. Charley carrier is 45° off the port bow. 6 minutes guys.”

“Shit.” You curse under your breath, pacing back and forth.

You look to Steve, who is already talking into his earpiece. “Hey Sam, we’re gonna need a ride.”

“Roger, let me know when you’re ready.”

Steve moves towards the edge, holding his hand out towards you. “Come on, we’ve gotta jump.”

You move towards him, pausing just short of his grasp as you reach into your pocket. “I’m not coming with you.” You pull out the last chip, and place it in his outstretched hand.

His brows furrow, and you see the redness in his eyes as he hesitantly accepts the chip. You rush forward, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing as his arms find their way around you. Looking up, you see small tears forming at the brim of his eyes, betraying the smile he flashes down at you.

He places his hands on either side of your face. “I understand; you need to see him, and to know.” He presses his lips to yours gently, and then to your forehead, before he pockets the chip. Then he’s gone, over the edge.

You hear his voice in your earpiece. “I just did it!”

A moment later, you see Sam flying with Steve in tow towards the last helicarrier. You allow yourself to smile, but just as you’re about to turn away, you notice a third figure engaging. “No…” The figure kicks Steve overboard, and you drop to your knees, helplessly watching as Steve struggles to hang on to the side of the carrier. Glancing back towards Sam, you see now that the third figure is the Winter Soldier; he rips off one of Sam’s metal wings, and then throws him off the side of carrier.

Left with only a single wing, Sam is sent spiraling downwards until he finally manages to hit the release. He lands with a thud, rolling just a few feet from you, dangerously close to the edge. You rush forward, grabbing his hand before he can slide completely off, and struggle to keep your grip as he climbs back up to safety.

“Thanks.” He mutters as you both steady yourselves back on your feet.

“No worries.” You glance towards the helicarrier and touch your earpiece. “Steve, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” You breathe a sigh of relief as his voice sounds through your ear. “I’m still on the helicarrier, where’s Falcon?”

Sam speaks up. “I’m grounded. My suit is down, sorry Cap.”

You watch as Steve makes his way back up to the surface of the helicarrier, helpless again as the Winter Soldier is still somewhere on the carrier. “Don’t worry.” Steve’s voice sounds again. “I got it.”

You and Sam glance at each other nervously, unsure what either of you could do to help when Hill’s voice comes through your earpiece. “Falcon? Rumlow’s headed for the council.”

Sam turns back, stripping his jet pack off as he heads towards the door down into the building. “I’m on it.”

You rush forward, standing in front of him to block his path to the door. “Please Sam; give me a chance to talk to him.”

He scratches the back of his head, and then sighs reluctantly. “Fine. 2 minutes! After that I’m coming in after you.”

You don’t even wait to hear him finish talking; you immediately dart down the stairs to intercept Brock. Running down flight after flight of stairs, clearing the floors as you go, you can’t help but feel anxious at the thought of seeing him again. Floor after floor, each clear, your heart pounds faster, feeling closer to the moment of truth.

You’ve cleared several floors past the council already, and know you’ll run into Brock soon. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, and move to the next door, ready to run down another flight of stairs when you hear steady footsteps coming up towards you. Moving back, you ready your weapon and press your back against the wall, waiting for someone to enter. The door swings open, hiding you from view as the man speaks into his earpiece.

“I’m on 41, headed toward the southwest stairwell.”

It’s Brock!

He moves forward, allowing the door to shut behind him, his gun drawn as he scans the room. You move up behind him, placing your gun to the back of his head, causing him to stiffen.

He holds up his hands, and slowly kneels to place his gun on the floor, your gun still held to his head in silence. He slides his gun away, but you aren’t paying enough attention; he grabs his blade from his boot and quickly spins, cutting your arm to make you drop your gun, and slams you back against the wall with the blade held to your neck.

His brows furrow, and the blade drops to the floor as his hands slowly move up to caress your face. You won’t look him in the eye, you can’t. Tears threaten to spill over onto your cheeks, but he slowly tilts your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I thought I’d lost you.” He presses his lips to yours, conveying all his hurt and worry, one of his arms snaking around your waist to hold your body close against his. “I was so worried baby, I went to apologize this morning and you weren’t there.”

You wrap your arms around him in return, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to the side of your head, making you flinch and jerk away. He pulls you back closer, a puzzled look on his face as he turns your head to see your injury.

“What the fuck happened?” He holds your face in his hands, not allowing you to break eye contact. “It was HIM wasn’t it?”

“No! Brock, you don’t understand.” You pull his hands from your face, shaking your head as you back away slightly. “Steve isn’t the bad guy here, everything he said was true. Pierce is the bad guy, Hydra has infiltrated Shield, and we need to get those helicarriers down.”

He runs a hand back through his hair, pacing the floor before you. “How do you know you can trust what Cap says?”

You heave a sigh of frustration, “Would you trust it if Fury told you?”

He scoffs, “Of course I would, but he’s gone.” Remaining silent, you give him a moment to let your words sink in. He stops pacing, and moves to stand before you, studying your eyes again. “He’s alive?”

You nod softly. “I’ve seen him, Pierce tried to have him killed. All of this is Pierce; it’s Hydra.”

He slides his hand down over his face, his brows still furrowed. “You knew about this… Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Looking at the floor, you speak softly, “I didn’t know how involved you were…”

“How could you say that babe? You know me, you-“

“How could I Brock? Really?” You back away slightly, glaring into his eyes as you continue. “You knew about ‘the Asset’; you had to of known who he really is! You went after Steve in that elevator! You were going to deliver them to Pierce without even knowing why!”

He moves forward slowly, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I didn’t know any of it. All I knew was that I had orders to follow through. If I would’ve known…” He kisses your cheek gently. “I’m so sorry.”

The door slams open, causing you to jump and turn, seeing Sam at the entrance. He moves towards you but you hold up your hands defensively, standing between him and Brock. “I talked to him Sam, he’s on our side.” You look over your shoulder to Brock. “Right?”

Brock nods, looking towards Sam. “I’ll help however I can.”

You glance between Sam and Brock, "We need to help Steve."

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Chapter 31

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Rise Up

Chapter Twenty

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader | Word Count: 5021 Warnings: Swearing, fights, a little smexy.

Song: My Hero by The Foo Fighters

You woke with a start to the cadence of slow beeps monitoring your heart, the scent of antiseptic, and the mutter of Bruce as he puttered around. His heart was the only one you could find besides your own, and you turned your head his direction, sending a wave of pain through your face.

“Shit!” You grabbed your cheek only to have your ribs grind together. “Double shit!” you wheezed and caused Bruce to chuckle.

“Welcome back, your majesty.”

“Bite me, Bruce,” you grumbled, sitting up slowly.

His hands were quick to find your elbows and help you to the edge of the bed. “You’re healing at an advanced rate. According to all reports, your broken ribs are down to mere fractures, and your orbital bone and cheek are more like deep bone bruises than the cracks of shattered glass they were when you got on the jet.”

“How long have I been out? What happened? Steven!?” you gasped, trying to lurch from the bed and nearly landing on the floor.

“Hey! Hey! Easy! Everyone’s fine. Everyone’s safe. You don’t remember what happened?”

You shook your head slowly. “I remember Steven doing something foolish, me getting smacked into Tony, and smelling Steve’s blood. Then the ljå was dead, and the roof was coming down on us.”

“So… the part where you screamed filthy things and called upon your fallen sisters, Thor, Odin, and Loki to lend you their strength while your eyes glowed and you kicked that thing’s ass by ripping out its throat before riding its falling corpse to the ground… is a blank?”

“What?” You blinked at him. “How do you know what happened?”

“Tony records everything. Once Wanda let me know about… Elektra, the Hulk insisted we come home, much to Laura’s relief I’m sure. And, just so you know, the big guy? He’s none too happy about sitting this one out.”

You gave his cheek a gentle pat. “I’ll happily play around of dodge-and-roll with him once everything stops throbbing.”

There was a moment of silence before Bruce nodded. “He says he doesn’t know what that is, but he’ll take it.”

“It’s a game I played with my sisters. He’ll like it. Promise.”

He hummed softly before sitting beside you. “So? You gonna own up to what glowing eyes and memory loss mean? You didn’t seem surprised by it.”

“I’m surprised Heimdall didn’t spill the beans. Nosy guardian revealed all my other secrets,” you grumbled.

“He would only grin and mutter about you being a special sort of Valkyrie.”

With a sigh, you heaved yourself off the bed. “How long has it been?”

“The flight from China, plus a good six hours since you got home. Steve was here for most of it, but I kicked him out about twenty minutes ago. He stunk.” Bruce wrinkled up his nose.

“Well, he didn’t get very far. I can hear them all down the hall in a conference room, along with…” you cocked your head to the side, “Ross! What the fuck is he doing back here?”

“He showed up with an order for Daredevil. Of course, Murdock was with you, so we simply denied everything. I had Susan jump into his room, clear it out, and hide his stuff in the barn. Smitty managed to get a text out to Clint and Tony gave him an airlift out the back of the jet. He’s with Hemmi as far as I know.”

“Okay, so why is Ross still here?” you asked.

“Professional courtesy, he said. He insisted on staying until the Queen had recovered enough to assure him herself she would be fine, along with demanding to know what you all were doing in China. Heimdall has been taking every opportunity to sit and sharpen his sword while looming and glaring. Tony finds it hilarious. Natasha has joined in and started cleaning her weapons. Bucky, too. Sam’s just wandering around with a permanent scowl, and Vision is keeping an eye on Wanda. She’s been a little… twitchy since he arrived.”

“Well, I guess I should let him pay his respects so he can get the hell out of here.” You turned to leave only to stop and gasp when your ribs pulled.

“You want a shot of something before you do that?” he asked, amusement in his tone.

“Can you just numb it up? They’re going to be fine in another couple more hours, but breathing kind of hurts right now.”

He chuckled but nodded and moved away to his workstation. “This is something I’ve been working on for Steve and Bucky. It’s an analgesic cream, penetrates deep, and numbs nerve endings. It’s super-powered,” he muttered as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. “On anyone else, it would cause them to lose all feeling and mobility of the area, but for you bunch, it should be right up your alley.”

“You speaking from experience there, Brucey-bear?” you teased as you pulled your leather shirt up out of the way for him to swipe the cream over your ribcage.

“Was like being injected with novocaine,” he grumbled.

You snickered, then sighed when the relief was nearly instant. “Oh… that’s good stuff.”

“It should absorb fully,” he continued to mutter as he applied a small dab to your cheek and began to smooth it out, “but I’d appreciate any feedback you may have — odd sensations, tingling, more than the normal level of numbness. You actually make a good test subject as you’ve used the other stuff for regular people and know what it should do. So… thanks for being my guinea pig!”

“I’ve been reduced to lab rat status. Great,” you huffed but smiled, more than willing to assist.

“And a damn fine job you’re doing.”

You gave him a swat in the arm as he pulled his gloves off. “I plan on having a shower. Long and hot. With much excessive soap use to get the grunge off and out of my hair. That going to be a problem?”

“Should all be absorbed in the next ten minutes, but if it does wash off, let me know.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” you said, leaning in to hug him.

He gave a stiff, one armed pat to your back. “Anytime.”

“What?” you asked, pulling away.

“Uh…” Easily felt heat filled his face. “You’re a little… under-underdressed.”

Your hands flew to your chest only to sigh. “What? I swim in less clothing than this!” The leather top was no different than a camisole to your mind.

“Things… um, gape!” he squeaked when you leaned toward him.

It made you laugh. “Alright, alright. You got an extra shirt I can borrow?”

He was quick to scramble over to a drawer in his desk and toss one your way. Dragging it over your head, you felt the slightly thicker coating on the front and grinned at him. “Which one is this?”

“Melting Rubix cube,” he grumbled. Bruce had a penchant for science shirts or nerd wear as Nat affectionately called it. “It’s my favourite, so try not to get it bloody.”

“No promises,” you called over your shoulder. You hadn’t punched Ross last time. This time you weren’t so sure you could contain yourself.

“(Y/N)!” he barked as he followed you down the hall. “C’mon!”

A soft giggle welled in your chest, but you bit it back as you sauntered onward. He jogged a few steps until he could match your pace. The halls were deathly quiet for what essentially amounted to midday. It was odd and made the hair on your neck rise with concern, but there were no shouted alarms, no quickened heartbeats, only silence and the occasional sharp intake of breath.

Steve’s heart remained steadfast, calm, if marginally faster than normal, and it was it you focused on. If he wasn’t reacting with spikes and jumps, then things should be okay.

Rounding the corner you and Bruce both came to a halt when you found the reason no one was working was that nearly every person in the compound had gathered outside the walls of the glassed-in conference room to watch the fight happening on the screen within.

Around the table were your teammates in their preferred positions. Ross stood, arms crossed and mouth gaping, staring at the screen you could hear but not see. A couple of his henchmen were gathered behind him, and two more stood just beyond the open door.

Slowly, you began to weave your way through the sea of people, shushing them when they made to speak, working forward until you could lean against the open doorway, crossing both arms and legs. The battle replayed in your mind with each grunt and scream, each shout of the ljå. Steve’s arrival on the field made you frown, but you continued to listen as it played out.

Bruce stood just behind your shoulder. His breathing and heart jumped around. His hands opened and closed into fists, and his muscles twitched in anticipation of each blow. Something in his scent grew wild and dangerous, and you knew the Hulk was very close to the surface, watching and longing to have been involved in the battle.

You felt bad for leaving the big green guy out, but it was for his protection. His and the worlds. A Hulk made ljå? You couldn’t even imagine it and reached back to grip Bruce’s hand. His tightened once before the fidgeting gradually slowed and eventually stopped.

The sound of your elbow connecting with Tony’s suit as you screamed in denial, drew your attention back to the screen, and though you still couldn’t see it, you could hear what happened next and worked to piece it together.

A drop, powerful and deep, sending earth exploding around you. Wind whistled, and in it, you heard the howl of the wolf and the cries of your ancestors as your power rose. The warcry of your father tore from your throat, violent and ragged, leaving you wondering how you hadn’t shredded your vocal cords with that single sound as you cursed and berated the ljå, swore and threatened it, and spewed vile curses you hadn’t even known you knew — things you would never have said in your right mind and flinched at the vulgarity. Sure you could swear like a sailor and had no qualms about bitching someone out, but that was downright nasty!

Then, that first initial step and the ground shook. Another and it tremored. A leap and the rocks seemed to creak and scream as the wave of your force blasted them.

Like Bruce had said, you called out to your sisters. To Tyra, Asta, Ingrid, Vigdís, and Brynhildr. You cried out, vowed vengeance and claimed retribution for your fallen friends. You swore it by Gungnir, Odin’s spear, that you would not stop until the last of the Sjeletyv were purged from existence. With Odin’s name you beseeched him to lend you his wisdom, to Thor you sought his strength, and from Loki, you begged his cunning. You would need all three.

The rest unfolded in much screaming, the breaking of armour, and the crashing of stone as the others tried to get Steve to retreat, only to have him refuse to leave you behind. They wouldn’t have left you there, that much you did know, only moved to the tunnel so as not to be slammed flat by the rocks falling from the ceiling, but his refusal both made your heart swell and pissed you off a little further.

He’d taken unnecessary risks — ones which could have ended far differently. As it was, you checked every one of the team, making damn sure no one had had their soul sipped before relaxing your vigil in time to hear your parting words and Vision’s translation.

A blush, pale and light, coated your cheeks at hearing yourself claim Steve like he was something you owned. You never wanted him to feel like that. That being sjelevenn was an act of possession. He wasn’t cattle to be branded and paraded around like a thing of value.

Bruce’s hand squeezed yours and let go, drawing you from your musings as you called out weakly for Steve and passed out.

“Well… that was fun. I’ve never gotten to see myself go full berserker before. Though I guess see is a relative turn,” you quipped as the volume on the video lowered.

It was like everyone’s head was on a swivel when they all jerked your direction at the same time. The two men on the door jumped guiltily for having not noticed your arrival, then took a wary step away as you straightened from the doorframe.

“My lady,” Heimdall murmured, first to his feet where he bowed deeply. “Asgard celebrates your victory. Odin has extended his congratulations through me.”

“Loki?” you asked, only to have him shake his head. “Mischief god makes mischief even when he’s not here,” you muttered. His continued incarceration with the Valkyrjur was beginning to annoy you. They were holding the son of Odin. Even though the Valkyrjur might not follow Odin for more than orders, the keeping of his son was uncalled for, rude, and a snub to the All-father’s face. Something else for you to deal with when you returned.

“Highness,” Ross muttered, turning to face you. He stiffened, then relaxed. “Are you… fit to be out of medical?”

“Not my blood… well, most of it’s not mine,” you said with a feral grin. The stiffness of your hair and pants made you wonder how bad you looked. Someone had gotten a lot of the blood off your face and hands, but some of it had crept through holes the ljå had shredded in your armour to coat your legs and stomach.

“Fine. Then how about you explain yourself?” he barked and pointed at the screen. “You claim you’re not inhuman, but that looked pretty damn inhuman to me!”

The feral smile never wavered as you stepped further into the room to stand at Tony’s back. “I’m not inhuman. What I am is a Valkyrie, a special kind of Valkyrie. One of a kind if you will.”

“You know the suspense is killing me,” Tony huffed, swivelling his chair so he could look up at you. “Just spill it! You stink like three kinds of nasty, and I’d like not to smell you anymore.”

“Rude,” you huffed but smirked down at him. “I’m a Berserker.”

“Like… run through battle naked and screaming Viking Berserker?” Clint asked, staring at you in shock.

“Did you see me get naked at any point in that battle, feathers?” you snarled at him and rolled your eyes. “Berserkers were a group of native Asgardians, the people of my father. When Asgard went to war, you wanted the Berserkers on your side. I’m sure after seeing that,” you flicked your hand at the screen, “you can make your own assumptions as to why that was. But the Berserkers throughout our history have always been male. There had never been a female born to the clan with the power… until me.”

“More secrets, (Y/N),” Steve muttered.

You turned cold and harsh eyes his direction. “I never kept this a secret. Don’t dig yourself a deeper hole, Captain. We’re already going to be having words about the stupid ass thing you did today… yesterday. Whenever!”

“You never told me about this!” he barked, rising to his feet to lean toward you over the table.

A growl, deadly and hard ripped from your throat. “Use what little brain cells weren’t frozen to think and remember, Captain! I told you that day on the roof about going full Berserker on the ljå who took out that village. Who killed that child! Call me a liar again, and you’ll regret it!”

“I didn’t call you a liar!”

“It was clearly implied!”

“Hey, how about we all just take a few deep, calming breaths-”

“Shut up, Sam!” The two of you yelled at the same time.

You turned your attention back to Ross. “As you can see, sir, I’m perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern and for stopping by, but if you’ll excuse me, I’ve been informed I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“We’re not done, Highness!” Ross snapped. “How did you know about that thing? Where did it come from? Who gave you the intel?”

“I’m sorry, but we’re done.” Tony snickered as you turned to leave, only to have Ross’s men step into your path. “I just took off the head of a nine-foot monster with little more than a sword and my bare hands. You are going to want to get the fuck out of my way!”

When they didn’t move but looked to Ross for direction, you lost what little hold you had left on your temper. It was nothing more than a shove, but both went straight through the glass walls encasing the conference room. “Whoops. It appears they fell. Pity how clumsy some people are,” you muttered.

A deep, rolling chuckle spilled from Bruce, and a voice that was not his own rumbled, “Feisty girl. We fight later.”

“You got it, Hulk baby!” You sent him a wink and sauntered out without so much as a by-your-leave. At this point, you figured you’d earned a freebie for insubordination and attitude.

Anger still rippled inside you, hot and sharp, seeming to tear at your heart and soul. It was mixed with the bitter taste of fear, the flavour reawakening with the recount of Steve’s idiocy.

He’d come so close. So close to losing everything. He could have died. He could have lost his soul, and you would never have gotten another life with him.

The harsh reality of what might have been pounded down on you and your hand shook as you reached for the door knobbed. He hadn’t followed, likely staying to deal with the fallout from Ross. You were actually thankful for the reprieve, needing time to collect yourself when the first tear slipped from your eye.

You nearly fell in the door and trudged to the bath, not bothering with the light. The water came on, and you were quick to strip out of Bruce’s shirt. You hadn’t gotten blood on it, surprisingly, and even though you’d shoved two grown men out the what essentially amounted to windows, neither of them had been injured beyond their pride and a few bruises.

Once Bruce’s shirt landed beside the sink, you stepped fully clothed, boots and all, beneath the spray to slide down the wall until you could rest your head on your knees. Anger became all-consuming fear and the thoughts of what if circled relentlessly as you sat there shaking, waiting out the anguish of what could have been.

The mental image, one which was more shapes and shadows, of the ljå going after Steve, would be forever ingrained in your mind as the third time you’d nearly lost him. Lost your sjelevenn on a battlefield because you weren’t quick enough, strong enough, good enough to save him. If you weren’t blessed to be what you were, you would have lost him, right then and there, in a manner most horrid.

A sob racked your body right as the glass door swung open. “Go away, Steven.”

***

After her outburst in the conference room, he’d expected anger, rage, and likely yelling. He’d been ignoring the fluctuating heart in his chest, his own temper running hot and burning through the pain he was feeling, ignoring it as nothing more than the physical pain she had to be in still.

But seeing her curled up, looking tiny on the floor, soaked and shivering even beneath the hot spray and steam had all his indignation falling away. He shut the door and listened to her sob while twisting himself into a pretzel to get out of his suit. Once he’d shucked it down his legs, he peeled himself out of his undershirt and shorts and opened the door a second time. She didn’t even snarl, just turned her face away and leaned her temple on her knee.

“Baby,” he sighed as he knelt beside her and tried to pull her against him.

Her hand slammed into his chest, and she shoved him back. “No! No, you don’t just get to cuddle and pretend everything’s fine, Steven! You said you’d stay out of it, that you trusted me to get it done, but you didn’t! You just had to jump in like always, be the damn hero, and nearly got-” Her voice broke on a harsh sob.

“(Y/N)…” he sighed, her pain, her fear and despair seeming to tear at him, rip a gaping hole in his chest. “I did trust you. I knew you could do it.”

“Then why? Why would you do that? Why would you- when you knew! You knew what could happen! Gods!” She shoved to her feet to stand wet and dripping, leather plastered to her body and rivers of red and purple streaming from her frame to swirl down the drain before him. The colour matched the bloom of bruising around her eye and along her cheek, and he imagined it would match the explosion of the same colour across her ribs.

He surged to his feet to loom over her, better equipped to deal with anger than tears at the moment. “Because we’re better together, goddammit! Do you think I couldn’t see how every time she shrieked or screamed you lost a step? That I wouldn’t know how blind you were in that instant? Of course, I came to help you! I’ll always come to help you!”

“You damn ass! Do you know what it felt like when I caught the scent of your blood?” She slammed both palms to his chest and rocked him back. “How fucking terrified I was? Do you!?”

“Yes!” he bellowed, grabbing her by the wrists and jerking them behind her back, forcing her chest into his with the action. “You forget I can feel what you feel! I know exactly what raced through you at that moment, but you saved me!”

She struggled but his grip was unbreakable, and she snarled in frustration before kneeing him in the thigh.

Grunting, Steve swung her around and into the wall where he caged her, hands now above her head and his body a solid mass of immovable, pissed off muscle. “Watch it, sweetheart,” he growled.

“You watch it, Captain! You did a stupid thing, and I’ve every right to call you on it!”

“But you saved me!”

“I might not have! Dammit, Steven! You just don’t get it!” She bucked, wiggled, and writhed, rubbing wet leather and fucking gorgeous curves against him.

His body responded without his permission and made him even madder for being turned on and pissed off at the same time. “Then why don’t you explain it to me, (Y/N). Maybe you’d best use small words so what few brain cells I have left can understand you!”

“I can’t control it!”

He frowned. “What?”

“The power,” she sighed, seeming to deflate as her struggle ended. “The men could always turn it on or turn it off at will. I can’t. I don’t get a choice. Something happens to trigger it, and it’s like a switch flips in my brain. I disappear to be replaced by… a much more violent form of myself. I lose time, say and do things that I wouldn’t when I’m just… this. It’s me… but not me.”

“Baby,” he sighed, releasing her wrists to cup her face carefully. “It’s okay. You saved me. I’m right here.”

“But I might not have…” she whispered as tears began to trail down her cheeks again. “I could have lost you down there. Again. And this time there would have been no second chance. You would have been gone. Forever!” Her head bowed, and her forehead fell against his chest as she cried out the fear.

Steve closed his eyes and turned his face into her hair. He shifted to hold her tightly, clinging to her as the truth became blindingly bright. Did he regret rushing in to help her? No. Did he regret the pain he’d caused, the fear doing so had put in her heart? With everything he was. But he would do it again in a heartbeat.

“I couldn’t just stand back and watch. I couldn’t, not after you screamed. It was like a piece of me just… tore open. I had to help. I had to! Nothing was going to stop me from coming to you. Not even you.”

Her hands, which had drifted down to lay against his chest, curled into fists and she tapped one against his heart a few times. “You’re a stubborn, pigheaded, cantankerous old fart with a death wish, doing stupid things like jumping from planes with no parachute. I should have known rushing in to try and help kill a creature that could literally suck out your soul would be right up your alley.”

“And yet, you still love me.”

“Yeah. I should have let Heimdall drag your ass out of there,” she muttered.

“You and I both know I’d a kicked his ass if he tried.”

She snorted out a half laugh. “You would have tried.”

“Baby.” He caught her chin and lifted it up to see her gorgeous eyes. “If he were tryin’ to keep me from getting back to you, I’d a succeeded.”

A smirk twitched her lips. “I believe you would, sjelevenn.”

“So, am I forgiven?”

“Am I?” she asked. “I guess I never really explained about being a Berserker, and I was kind of snippy in the conference room.”

Steve chuckled softly at her use of snippy. He’d dragged her out of places where she’d been in a full temper and knew it could have been a lot worse. “I probably shouldn’t admit to the fact I thought your insubordination was hot.”

“Oh, really?” She smirked a wide grin. “Do tell.”

“I’d rather show,” he murmured, nudging his hips into hers.

“Why, Captain! How very unprofessional of you,” she snickered and began to slide her hands over his chest. “Did our little tiff turn you on?”

“Not so much the snarling but having you wriggling around all wet and sexy? Yeah, baby.” Most of the blood had washed down the drain, and Steve nuzzled his nose into her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “How about we get you out of these wet clothes?”

“Can’t have a proper shower with them on.”

“Definitely not,” he chuckled and caught the hem of her shirt to peel it up over her head and let it fall with a wet plop. Her faulds came next, hitting the ground with a clank before he kicked them aside. He tsked softly as he looked down, though his hands were busy brushing and massaging her beautiful breasts. “Boots in the shower? That’s just wrong.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, arching into his touch. “What are you going to do about… Captain?”

He lowered to his knees, smirk ever present, his hands slipping down her wet torso to rub gentle circles on her skin. Careful of her ribs, Steve leaned in and kissed her beside the dimple of her belly button and nipped sharp teeth into her flesh to make her gasp. “Gonna have to reprimand you for it, doll. First, you get all snippy with your superior; then there was the use of excessive force - which, by the way, Tony said is coming out of your pay to replace the glass - and now I find you abusing your uniform? You’re racking up points as a troublemaker.” The ties on her pants were well and truly swollen when he gave them a testing tug.

“Steven,” she moaned and threaded her hands through his hair.

The ties gave when he wrenched them apart with a quick jerk and began to roll the wet leather down her legs. “Yeah, baby?” he murmured, snapping the ones on her boots when her pants hung up on her knees.

Her hand closed in his hair, and she tugged until his chin lifted and breath caught at the sight of her smile. “I think you’ve forgotten who the Queen in this relationship is,” she purred and caressed his cheek.

He could only grin and shake his head. “Oh, darling. I ain’t ever gonna forget that,” Steve said as he lifted her foot and worked the first boot off. Once he had the second free, he stripped her pants down to her ankles and let her kick them aside.

The softness of her skin called to him, and he was helpless but to reach out and wrap his hands around the back of her knees. He pulled her forward, off the wall and against him so he could place tender kisses and light nips to her thighs before turning his nose to the thatch of curls between her legs. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he murmured as he nudged and nuzzled against her, finding her scent intoxicating as always.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you in front of the others,” she sighed and stroked her hands through his hair, her nails skating over his scalp.

“How are you feeling, dollface?” he asked, his body throbbing with need.

“Bruce numbed everything up.” She whimpered and moaned softly when he darted his tongue out to taste her.

He hummed in pleasure but pulled away to get back to his feet and reached for her braid.

“Meanie,” she pouted.

Steve chuckled. “After we get cleaned up. Stark was right. You stink, and I can’t imagine I smell any better. Besides, he’s decreed karaoke tonight, and until then we are all free to chill.”

“Chill, huh? And just what does your definition of chill include, sjelevenn?” she asked, her nimble fingers wrapping firmly around his cock.

He gently worked her braid free and tried not to groan in delight. “Spending a serious amount of time with my girl and no clothing,” he quipped, only to bite his lip when she gave a twist to her stroking. “Baby…”

“Why don’t you wash my back, and I’ll wash yours, Steven.”

“That’s not my back, doll.”

She grinned wickedly. “I know.”

He laughed and reached for the shampoo.

Next Chapter

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Stay Professional! Part 6

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and Suggestive smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Summary: Your boss Jungkook asks if you’d like to accompany him to his cousin’s wedding in Greece, Santorini. Tonight was the supposedly the rehearsal dinner but it felt more like a business meeting. This was the largest rehearsal dinner you’d ever been to and quite possibly the longest, too. But the real question is why did he ask you? What’s up with the 180 degree change in personality?

A/N: My computer’s been broken so I haven’t been updating at all- and these days I’m running really low on inspiration, please forgive me. Also some frickady frickle doodly doo might occur (take note of suggestive smut)!

The sunrise dawned over the sky in beautiful gradients of pinks and purples. “Are you ready? I’m outside your apartment right now.” Jungkook’s voice sounded slightly husky from being up so early. He unbuckled the seatbelt that hugged his toned muscles with a simple ‘click’ and swiftly closed his car door with a silent ‘thud’.

He looked up to see you waving down at him from your apartment, a bright and cheerful smile that made him almost lose his composure. You were beyond grateful that he’d ask you to accompany him to his cousin’s wedding- but even more grateful that he had personally come to pick you up for the special occasion.

You’d noticed that Jungkook had changed drastically over the time you’d gotten to know him- first getting the impression that he was a typical cocky rich kid that then later developed to be a complete gentleman, you couldn’t resist no matter what. At first, Jungkook had no plans of getting attached- he found you interesting since the first interaction and didn’t plan on associating his feelings whatsoever but as it turned out- he couldn’t resist either. His original plan of just toying with you was burned to crisp after spending time with you and developing a sense of satisfaction from being next to you. You made him feel companionship, love and warmth that he’d never experienced before as you gave it your all as his personal assistant.

“Thank you so much for this, sir.” He instinctively cringed at the formalities, being reminded of the gap in social status between you and him- A beam painted over his gentle features as he attempted to take the suitcase that was tight under your grip.

“No please. At least let me carry my own luggage.” You brushed off his hand gently and showed him a smile that overflowed with charms. You had pulled on his once stern heartstrings and at that time, he struggled to hide his indefinite attraction towards you as he continued to stare into your eyes for what seemed like an uncomfortably long amount of time.

“Are you okay?” You waved a hand over his face to check of his presence. He snapped out of the trance you had put him in previously and let out a quick puff of air from his cheeks. “Yes I’m great, let’s get going then.” He swiftly turned around, leaving you confused at his weird behaviour. He took quick and long strides in-front of you, completely forgetting that you were carrying heavy luggage. His mind was in no state to think about about chivalry after your smile had rudely “attacked” him.

“I hope you don’t mind first class, Y/N. It appears that mother had taken the family jet before I could.” He let out a smug chuckle. He knew that you’d be astounded from having the chance to fly first class and that fuelled his ego to continue his taunts and teases.

Before you could open your mouth to reply to his bewildering question, he continued to further blow your mind with his humour that you didn’t want to put to the test.

“I can buy a jet right now if you don’t want to fly first class. Would that be better, Y/N?” He laughed, his loveable eyes crinkled due to his wide smile.

“Are you crazy? I’d have been fine with budget tickets. You didn’t have to get first class tickets, sir.” You stared at him with your jaw slack, almost hitting the floor.

“I couldn’t possibly do that. I’m thankful enough that you’re coming all the way to Santorini with me so I have to make sure you’re comfortable for the entire trip.” The two of you checked in within a flash due to Jungkook’s superior status. You noticed that when the two of you walked past, people had politely bowed their heads to show their respect towards Jungkook despite his young age. He politely returned the bows with a small smile.

The two of you arrived on the plane, the luxurious atmosphere was hard to take in as you weren’t used to it at all. You were lost for words at the way everything was set out, each ‘seat’ was more of a room with personal TVs and fluffy beds. Jungkook analysed your shocked expression and a smile naturally spread across his face. He loved watching the way your eyes twinkled in amazement and the way your mouth stayed opened due to shock.

“This way please, Sir and Madam.” The gorgeous stewardess lead you to your seats which were directly next to each other. You smiled at him, grateful and unable to express your thanks.

Jungkook glanced over in your direction half way through the flight and found you sleeping soundly, snug comfortably on the seat that stretched out to be a bed. He found it impossible to look away from your sleeping face and he chuckled to himself, completely aware that he certainly developed a soft spot for you. He closely examined the way your chest would rise and fall with each inhale and exhale of your breath. Oh, if only you knew how much he fantasised about your warm breath against his raw neck and you whispering profanities into his ear. The fire in the pit of his stomach was hard to tame but as always, Jungkook managed to stay professional. He got a grip of himself and slept off his burning desire to plant kisses all over your body.

Infatuation was something Jungkook had never experienced before... and all these foreign feelings had his stomach flamed with butterflies and head spinning with countless fantasies.

The moment you opened your hotel room to reveal the final look hit Jungkook like a truck. You remembered his face, mouth slightly open in fascination as he held out his hand for you to take. It was a similar reaction for you, to see him decked out in another one of his terribly good-looking suits (fit for a good-looking man such as himself). He had his hair neatly combed and parted to the side and wore a dashing smile on his face- The fascination the two of you found in each other was mutual and contagious.

For the first time in his life, he could confidently say that he was mesmerised. The off-shoulder sleeves showcased your highlighted collarbones that would reflect light off at each different angle and a diamond necklace sat in between, framing the overall look with complete bliss. For a good 5 minutes, all Jungkook could do was stare. He took your hand and gulped noticeably before recomposing himself.

“Spin for me, Princess.” He spoke instinctively, unable to filter out the new nickname that had you weak to your knees under his charm.

You spun rather slowly, having to be extra careful in your 6-inch monstrosities that were your heels. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your back and took in the view that had him hungry for what was beneath that stunning dress. You smiled at him innocently, holding onto his hand with a gentle grip as though it was completely natural. He suddenly felt the need to sweep you up off your feet and carry you bridal style into the bed-room to do lord knows what sinful activities.

His lips felt dry and he was speechless at the view of you all dolled up just for him.

“Do you like it?” Your voice was soft, a little flirtatious and had brought Jungkook’s mind back to planet Earth.

“I love it.” He smiled widely all the way up to his ears and rubbed small circles on the back of your hand to reassure you of his words.

Jungkook sat next to you inside the limousine, smiling at you once again, reassuring you of the toxic worries that clouded over your self-confidence. He reminded you just how beautiful you looked, dressed in a ball-gown fit for a princess that he had purchased for you. It was a purchase he had no regret for and made sure that you knew of it. Endless compliments rolled off his tongue and all the flattery from him was all smooth butter to hear but- that didn’t stop the boiling sensation of worry. His comforting voice wasn’t processed properly inside your head.

You looked blankly at the reflection on the glass window from across you with clouded thoughts of mass confusion. You could hardly recognise yourself due to the drastic alterations made to your appearance. Professionally done makeup and hair that took Jungkook’s breath right out of his lungs. You were wearing a black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places and Jungkook made sure to pick out a dress that would have a long skirt that draped gracefully down the floor and past your feet to further emphasise your natural elegance.

The limousine car opened with no warning and you had no other choice but to step out with a dazzling smile.

“You’ll do just fine, there’s no need to be nervous. We’re just meeting a few relatives and mainly business partners. It’s meant to be a rehearsal dinner but I doubt that we’d want to eat after eating so many appetisers and talking to people.” Jungkook hopped off first and reached out his hand for you to take. You took his hand and decided to just wing it. (Do you see the pun there)

Your eyes sparkled at the sight, the beautiful hotel was the venue to one of the weddings of the century. It was located near the coast so you could hear the distant waves crashing in the background of murmurs and giggles of the guests, all dressed in equally extravagant dresses. Your grip on Jungkook’s arm was unnaturally tight and he found it irresistibly cute at the way you clung onto him for the beginning of the night- the introductions and first impressions.

“It’s good to see you here, Jungkook.” An unknown voice approached from behind. Jungkook shook the man’s hand firmly and smiled at him, lowering his head in politeness. You imitated his actions and also smiled at him, genuine and charming.

“It’s good to see you too, Sir. Please continue to guide us with your expertise.”

You took note of the way Jungkook spoke with caution, signifying the importance of the man that stood before you both.

“It’s my job to make sure your company runs smoothly, no need to thank me. Also..” The man adverted his gaze to you, analysing the small beam spread across your tinted lips.

“May I ask who this lovely lady is?” He spoke in a sultry voice, his eyes roamed up and down your body without a single blink of interruption and stared quite obviously at your curves. Jungkook seemed to notice, and he didn’t like it a single bit.

“Oh yes how could I forget to introduce my very own date.” His voice stiffened slightly, making sure to emphasis on the fact that you were his. And his only.

“This is Y/N. Y/N, this is senior Namjoon. He's an experienced consultant that our company trusts. We’ve been working together since.. I don’t even remember”. You shook his hand briefly and bowed your head before shooting him another smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sir.” Your voice was surprisingly gentle, despite the fire that were raging within your stomach due to nerves.

“The pleasure is mine. Do enjoy yourselves tonight. Excuse me, I must go greet the others.” Namjoon said in a deep-tone before casually grabbing a glass of champagne and excusing himself from the two of you.

“That wasn’t too bad. Did I do okay?” You softened the grip around Jungkook’s left arm and looked up at him with a childish smile.

“More than okay. Keep it up.” He smiled back at you before swiftly taking 2 glasses of champagne from the well-dressed waitors that roamed the venue. He offered you a glass and you took it with no hesitation. After-all, a little alcohol can bring out a little boldness, right?

The champagne tasted divine on your tastebuds. The flavours danced on your tongue and it was certainly the best that you’d ever tasted. Before you knew it, there were more people approaching your direction and the two of you repeated the process of greetings and introductions. You couldn’t remember the exact number of people that you’d been introduced to that day but it was rather quite a large number.

As the night grew a little darker, you grew more confident with each new interaction and more glasses of champagne. Jungkook was impressed at the qualities you possessed as a desirable partner to the event that was supposedly a wedding, but seemed more of a formal business gathering at that point. Either way, he found that you were a perfect fit for both. All of the confidence disappeared when one particular lady made her way through the crowd.

“Jungkook, my darling!” She spoke ecstatic at the sight of him, opening her arms out for a loving hug. He unlinked your arm for a moment to return the affectionate action. It had you confused at to who this lady was, for him to be so loving.

“It’s so good to see you all dressed up like this.” She kissed both his cheeks with an audible ‘mwah’ and rubbed the side of his arm lovingly.

“It’s good to see you again, mother. Forgive me, it’s been very busy for the both of us these days.” He held her hand and smiled at her with a gentle glow he usually did not possess.

“My my, you’re awfully polite today. I’ve noticed you’re a lot more affectionate these days- which I appreciate very much.” She laughed, staring into her son’s eyes that shifted from her to behind him and towards you.

“And you must be the reason!” Jungkook’s mother let go of his hand and walked over to you in a quick huff. To your surprise, she gave you equal love and kissed both of your cheeks before embracing you in a tight hug.

“What lovely hair, my dear. And this dress.” She gasped. “You look stunning! Are you the one that’s changed my cold-hearted Jungkook into a total softie?” She giggled, whispering the last sentence into your ear.

“O-oh.. I-I’m not sure about that. It’s very nice to meet you, Madam. I’m Y/N... I’m currently working as Jungkook’s personal assistant.” You bowed your head politely and much lower than before. You didn’t think that you’d meet the CEO of the company you were working at like this.

“But for tonight, she’s my date.” Jungkook interrupted, returning to his previous position to link arms with you. A crimson blush crept up your cheeks and you found it hard to look at anywhere else that wasn’t the floor.

“Ah I see! That’s lovely to hear dears.. and I’m sure Jungkook is more than thrilled to have such a gorgeous lady by his side. But I’m sorry to break the mood, Jungkook darling, you’re going to have to go and introduce yourself to my current business partners. It’ll be a great opportunity for you to meet your future partners too.” She spoke rather quickly, scanning the room in a hurry to look for the person she wanted her son to be introduced to.

“Yes mother, I’m already greeting some of them with Y/N.” He explained.

“I understand but I’d like it if you came with me for a bit, for professional sake. It’ll be better for me to introduce you rather than yourself.” Her voice turned a little more serious. She was always like this, very professional and business-orientated when she knew she had to be.

“I’m sorry Y/N darling, I hope you understand. I’ll make sure to finish things up with Jungkook rather quickly and give him back to you as soon as I can.” Her voice changed again, back to the high-pitched and loving tone that she had used previously.

“I understand, ma’am. Business is business.” You beamed at her, trying to figure out in your head how exactly you were meant to survive alone for a couple of hours.

“That’s right love, it won’t be long.” She made sure to sugar-coat her words even though you already knew the truth.

“I guess I have no choice then.” Jungkook sighed, unlinking his arm from yours. He looked at you reassuringly and whispered in your ear softly before walking off with his mother. “You’ll do just fine.”

You paced nervously around the venue for the past hour. You had no idea what to do to occupy yourself besides drink and snack on expensive appetisers. So much for quick. Jungkook was right, despite the event being a rehearsal dinner, you found that not many people sat down properly to eat. Everyone one was talking about each other’s companies and business progresses that it’d driven you to a brink of insanity. You had decided to go on an adventure alone, to see all of the venue that was beautifully decorated with luxurious bouquets of roses and gold-accented candles that were lit at every corner. It was merely just an excuse to go see what Jungkook was up to. You often walked into people whom you’d had recently met with Jungkook previously and had small-talk with them. In between all the small-talk was the now uncountable glasses of champagne you consumed in an attempt to keep yourself occupied.

If the venue is decorated like this for the rehearsal dinner, what’s the wedding going to look like..?

More time passed as you roamed around the venue and finally, you were really feeling the alcohol hit at that point. Maybe drinking whenever you were nervous wasn’t such a good idea, knowing that you would be nervous pretty much for the entire event. And worse especially since you were an emotional drunk- you couldn’t control your actions and spoke with no filter- certainly things you shouldn’t do at such an event like this. But you hadn’t reached that stage yet, you tip toed around the grand halls in your heels that felt like hell on your feet.

In the corner of your eye, you had spotted Jungkook with his mother, linked arms and a gentle smile that seemed to charm the young lady he was talking to. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but you couldn’t help yourself. You tip-toed over to the champagne area and poured yourself another glass- mainly to get closer to their conversation.

“If they were to marry, it would be beneficial to both of our companies, wouldn’t you agree?” The man that stood beside the beautiful girl spoke with confidence, beaming towards the CEO and her son, Jungkook whom had taken the girl’s hand and gave a swift kiss on the back of it.

You couldn’t believe you eyes and ears. Here you were, thinking that there was some kind of connection between you and Jungkook and there he was- kissing up some rich girl’s hand for business?! You tried to think straight and not assume the worse of the situation but you found it incredible hard to do so as Jungkook kept smiling at her and complimenting the way she looked, sucking up to her completely, similar to the things he had said to you before.

There was a battle of logic fuelled inside your brain, one side debating that he was doing it just for his mother’s sake whilst the other side laughed at yourself for ever thinking that he would be ever interested slightly in you. It wasn’t long before your glass was overflowing and a random man next to you startled you by informing you of it.

Embarrassed, and infuriated at the sound of Jungkook’s smooth voice that continued to further charm the girl, you shoved the overflowing glass in the random man’s hand before picking up your dress and storming off, heels clacking noticeably loud.

Jungkook’s sharp eyes noticed the small scene and a pit of paranoia ignited in his stomach. But he could do nothing about it. He continued to smooth talk the girl, just as his mother had planned him to do- for nothing more than business reasons. He was afraid that you’d misunderstood but he knew that, that would be the case.

More time past and after successfully charming multiple people, Jungkook felt drained and a need to get out and find you. As each second passed since he saw you leave in fury, his thoughts worsened. He played out multiple scenarios of what could happen next and his mother could tell that something was bothering him.

“I’m sorry this is taking longer than expected. I’m sure Y/N will be fine, she looks like an independent woman.” Jungkook’s mother pat his shoulder and that had left him in a slightly better condition.

After he was finally done and free to go, he wasted on time on finding you, asking around if people had seen a “gorgeous girl with a long black dress” but that was bound to be a difficult task considering the amount of people with similar attires.

You sat yourself down at the beach, closing your eyes to take in the scent of the salty sea as you listened to the sound of waves crashing- music to your ears. The constant chatter and murmuring of people was driving you insane and it was nice to finally get some peace and quiet- to escape from what felt like hell. The alcohol in your system was working it’s magic as you felt your body heat rise in temperature and your reflexes slow down by the second. At that point, your mind was too full of angry thoughts to worry about your dress that was collecting sand in-between the creases.

You walked around the beach, holding your pair of heels in one hand and untameable hair in the other from the winds that blew at the coast. You lost count of how many times you had walked up and down the beach despite it being very long. It was long enough to have Jungkook on edge- completely panicking. He had no idea where you’d gone and it was driving. him. nuts.

He had rushed in and out of the great halls multiple of times, his hunt for you becoming more important by the second. He asked around but no one knew of his descriptions and he was once again reminded of the different social classes the two of you were in-- you had no status and name that was significant enough in a gathering that was considered a normal occasion for him. Jungkook tried to stay calm and convince himself that he would definitely find you before the night grew any older.

“She has to be in here somewhere.” He mumbled, angled eyebrows painted a frustrated look over his face.

You had completely forgotten about how he flirted with the girls and you had caught him as the fresh air you were breathing in managed to erase all the toxic thoughts. You’d gotten tired of walking up and down the coast so you had decided to seat yourself amongst the soft sand once again staring into the vast ocean that sung songs of crashing waves as the stars twinkled majestically up above the sky. Your time of peace was interrupted by the sound of rushed footsteps and uneven breathing.

“There.. you are.” You looked behind to find Jungkook almost crouched over completely, his lungs blazing with the need for oxygen. It wasn’t long before he caught his breath back and took you by surprise with his attitude.

“Why are you here? Do you know how much time I spent looking for you?” His tone was cold and harsh- it reminded you of how your original encounter with him.

You paid him little attention and resumed watching the night sky with a heavy heart and intoxicated body.

“Y/N, why are you acting like a child? We don’t have time to be like this. Let’s go back in and-”

“And watch you flirt with other girls?” The words had slipped right off of your tongue, unintentionally.

“What? You..” He adverted his gaze to the sand below him.

You got up from your seat and looked at him with a distasteful smile, ever wondering why you would ever think anything else of him besides a playboy.

“I was wrong about you, Sir.” You walked closer to him, the alcohol was clearly not holding you back about your words.

He replied with nothing, so you continued. “Of course you wouldn’t flirt with them.. at least not in front of me.” A dark chuckle that didn’t sound anything alike your normal giggle escaped your painted lips.

“You’re misunderstanding, Y/N. It’s all for business. Everything I say and do is to make my company more commendable.”

“You’re right, I suppose I’m only here for business reasons too.” You stared into his eyes that froze at your ridiculously blunt words.

“I.. well.”

“I’m a massive idiot for ever thinking that you were something more than just.. a playboy boss. Can you tell me why you chose me then, Sir? Was it because I happen to be your personal assistant and it was of pure convenience? Because you think I’m easy..?” You sighed.

He stayed silent, praying that he’d soon come up with something reasonable to say. Jungkook didn’t want to mess up but- not saying anything was definitely going to lead him to that path.

“I want to know why you were so keen on me attending. You seem to have multiple other options such as your ‘business partners’ for you to come with.”

You words were hurting him. He didn’t know what to say back but he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire... he wanted you to stop talking. He wanted to say that it wasn’t as you thought but his throat was tight and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“I have no status to be angry at you, Sir. I apologise for my behaviour but I hope you understand that you shouldn’t toy with people’s feelings like this.” And deep down he knew that- he had been told that previously multiple times but none of the words hit him until they came out of you- The one he got emotionally attached to. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he did the only thing that seemed to be his favourite replayed fantasy.

His cold lips crashed onto yours and his arms trapped you into a passionate kiss, a tight grip on your waist. A similar sensation reminded you of your first encounter with him- a similar situation of a heated kiss and a similar taste of alcohol on your tongue. Jungkook couldn’t think straight- not because he was feeling a little tipsy from the champagne but because he was so intoxicated with the scent and taste of you that he had dreamed of relentlessly since the beginning, never understanding why. Despite you being unwilling at first, you couldn’t pull yourself off of him- the taste of him was addicting as always and made you hungry for more.

Jungkook trailed his hand up your cheek to caress it lovingly, an action you wouldn’t dare to have dreamed of. He broke the kiss with a small exhale of his breath and stared at his piece of art- your lipstick smudged and lips looked a little swollen. You mouth was slightly open from shock as you examined the way your lipstick transferred onto his lips. He couldn’t help but continue to kiss you, a burning desire in his stomach to explore every nook and cranny of your body grew as he continued to kiss you passionately.

This was definitely one of Jungkook’s many talents- passionate kisses. You were lucky enough to experience it before but you didn’t think that it’d happen again so suddenly. His lips were soft and you felt his hands ghost up your back before settling them at your waist again, pulling you even closer to his body. You ran your hands up and rested them on his broad shoulders, one hand rubbing at his back whilst the other was tangled in-between his dark locks.

It felt like time had momentarily stopped. It had always felt like that when you kissed him- and it was bloody addicting. No matter what kind of bad thing Jungkook had done, you knew you couldn’t push him away as soon as he started kissing you and you hated yourself for not pushing him away.

He broke the kiss again to inhale the cold air that seemed to burn the heat inside of him. “I’m sorry.” An inaudible whisper caught you off guard, as you kept your arms on his broad shoulders. You acted as though you didn’t hear it and just continued to look into his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He repeated, this time very stern and firm.

“Will you forgive me?” He asked, taking your hand from off his shoulder to press his lips onto it.

Was that really all it took to have you weak at your knees again? Obviously it was the alcohol, you repeated to yourself countless times, but you knew that you were too attached to Jungkook to stay mad at him for long.

Without thinking, you crash your lips onto his, teeth almost clashing at the sudden movement. He kissed you back, gentle and passionate as though you would crumble at any given time. You were surprised at the way Jungkook swiftly swept you off your sore feet, carrying you in his strong arms- bridal style. He continued to kiss you, and he could feel a small smile spread across your lips that he loved so much.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” He asked, a playful tone that suited him much more.

“You’re going to need to do much more than that.” You whispered seductively into his ear. The sensations of your sultry voice and hot breath drove him to the verge of insanity.

“Let’s continue this in the hotel.” He stated, stern and almost commanding as he walked, you in his arms towards the limousine you’d previously taken. You clung onto him tighter at the sound of his words, the fire in your body burning intensely at the core.

There you were, hair sprawled elegantly across the bed as Jungkook continued to plant small kisses up and down your neck. He loved the taste of your skin- and you, loved the feeling of his lips on your raw neck. You opened your legs slightly to give him more access to your body and he fit right in between. You felt something hard rub on your inner thigh as he continued to smother you with the scent of his cologne that you found irresistible. You laid on the fluffy bed, in complete ecstasy under Jungkook’s masculine body, small whimpers of pleasure escaping from your lips.

He moved down your neck and onto your collarbone- kissing the supple skin roughly to leave trails of purple and blue galaxies that reminded you that you belonged to him. He took a moment to stop and look at his work he was so proud of before cupping your face and looking into your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was soft, sweet and sounded like dripping honey. He admired the way you smiled at him as you caressed his cheek with the back of you hand he had previously kissed.

“I want you Jungkook.” You stated bluntly. You felt hot and stuffy inside the tight dress that hugged your curves and it was evident through the crimson blush on your cheeks, whether it be from countless glasses of champagne or Jungkook’s actions. You knew that you had wanted him- even if it wasn’t without the influence of alcohol.

Part 7!

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