#eva stratt x reader

[shiki-jin]

i promised.. so i WILL deliver slowly ....

its quite late so ill fix up the writing later and make it longer,, for now im js laying out the basics

[stardustandmoonlight23]

Eva Stratt & AuDHD scientist

Yayyy more Eva content- sorry if she’s really OOC- I wrote half of this sleep deprived and sick ~ enjoy!

You were employed because you were exceptional at your job. You were a biochemist that climbed the ranks quickly and Stratt needed your expertise.

Stratt notices how you're a little...odd. When you start talking you don't make eye contact, but just before you finish you will briefly make eye contact as if to demonstrate that you were, in fact talking to the person.

She notices that you fidget with your hands all the time, either tangling your fingers together or playing with a hair tie.

When you notice her staring at your hands you shove them into your pockets trying to look like everyone else.

She notices how you don't seem to react to her presence as much as everyone else. They straighten, get a little nervous, some men try to look taller than they are.

You, for the most part don't change much. You get a little bit nervous but you do that with most people anyway. She can see you respect her but there is something else. You look at her like she is just a human, not a god.

She sometimes sees you late at night, waiting for an experiment to finish so you can note the results. You spin in the spinny chair whilst you wait.

When she walks into the lab you spin until you face her, blinking a bit. She has a bit of a soft spot for you. You're younger than most on the ship, Ilyukhina spends the most time with you.

She asks you how long until the experiment is done. You get lost, answering a simple question with an essay, punctuated with hand gestures and you standing, then sitting, then standing then finally sitting. You explain to her that you're not quite sure because of the nature of the experiment so you're stuck sitting there indefinitely. Stratt tells you to go to bed as soon as possible and that you can call Dr Grace to take over if it gets to 2am and you're still waiting.

Your brain short-circuits at that, surprised your boss would care but agree nevertheless.

She notices how you wear glasses in the lab that reduce the brightness of the light and how you jump a foot in the air at loud sudden noises. Noise-cancelling headphones appear at your desk the morning after you jump then your eyes start to water.

She watches your face drop at the idea of going to a gala with her, the other heads of departments and global diplomats. You cover it well, but she doesn't miss the micro expression.

You're nervous. You have never been in this situation before you don't know what to say and you're sure the dress will be uncomfortable.

You stay with Stratt or Dr Grace the entire time. You're so nervous that you can't bare to face this new social setting with different rules and people, so you stay next to them.

Stratt gives you room to speak and helps continue conversations when she realises you're running out of ideas. You feel silly that you need someone but grateful that she doesn't mind you following her around.

You get tired and have seen others going outside, so you figure it should be ok if you leave for a bit to collect your thoughts and just breathe. You rock a bit and mumble 'it's ok' under your breath to self-soothe.

Stratt gives you the next day off, and it's only after you've returned to the lab the following day that you realise Dr Grace wasn't afforded the luxury.

You give your weekly reports in her office. She appreciates that you're almost always on time. You still don't make a lot of eye contact, choosing to stare at the files. You also lose your train of thought often and open and close your fingers in a grab motion to help jog your memory.

She notices that you eat a lot of the same foods for each meal and are put out one day when you happen to come in late and your preferred food isn't there. You stare to the other options for a while before settling for the next best option slowly eating it. She makes sure there's always some of your safe food stored away.

You move a lot in the lab, pacing, jumping, spinning as you wait for experiments to finish, which she privately finds amusing

She reminds you to eat fairly often. You’ll jump up from your seat when you think you’ve made a discovery and go a bit wobbly of your feet. Stratt instantly recognises this as low blood sugar, ask you when you last ate and realises the blank stare you give he in response is your answer. She’ll tell you to sit down and grab some granola bars and fruit from the the fridge.

If it’s a mealtime then she’ll get you to go to the cafeteria. If it’s too much of a sensory nightmare then she’ll get someone to bring you your usual meal and sit with you while you wait.

She notices that you’re a bit more restless than usual- you’d been working so hard and hadn’t had the time to exercise recently and had been fidgeting in any low-key way you could. Tapping you fingers, rolling your wrists, bouncing you leg, spinning in your spinny chair. She brings it up to you gently and you explain that you weren’t trying to be annoying, you just needed to move. She gently suggests that you cut back work for just an hour in the morning so that you can exercise to channel the engergy somewhere. She also tells you that it’s ok for you to move- if it makes you more effective then that’s that.

Will remind you to take your meds and teach you strategies to remember them- visual reminders, alarms, habit stacking. She never makes you feel stupid.

If you’re experiencing intense emotions she’ll guide you to her office so you can get them out however you need. Flapping your hands, pacing, heavy breathing, blasting music through headphones, whatever you do she doesn’t mind as long as you’re safe. She’ll just sit at her desk and do work while you regulate yourself.

She lets you sit on the floor in her office afterwards. She doesn’t quite understand why you prefer the floor but isn’t for her to judge you. Sometimes you’ll sit next to her chair and she’ll put her hand on your head.

She snaps at lab tech for making fun of your continuous movement, stating that everyone has their way of engaging with the world and processing information and that if they can’t cope with that then the tech shouldn’t be there.

Gives you grace whenever you zone out. She’ll notice you go quiet and stare into the abyss. She makes sure there’s nothing dangerous around you and will stay with you until you come to.

She gives you time to collect your thoughts if you forget what you’re saying mid sentence. She never rushes you or tries to finish the sentence for you, just patiently waits.

She knows you're a bit different, she doesn't have the right words for it, but she sees how hard you work, that you care about saving the world and doing your part. She knows you try so so hard to do your part. She doesn’t care that you’re a bit different. She sees the hardworking person you are and is happy to support you.

[fernstyx]

fuck it, have another eva x reader jailbreak fic sneak peek while i stay up way too late to write once again:

She whispers your name into your neck. “You waited.”

“Of course.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You didn’t deserve to go to prison either. Maybe it evens out.”

“A lot of people would disagree with you there, on several points.”

“Yeah, well, fuck them. They’re not my wife. I don’t care about them.”

God, you missed her laugh. And she does laugh. Softly and maybe despite herself, but she does, and she still can, and that’s all that matters.

[iktheend]

riding Eva Stratts strap on her lap, while she is sitting and taking a call...forcing you to be quiet and then praising you after (possible gag or her hand muffling reader)

just really want her praise 🐾

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH HIIIII MMMMMMMMMMM

it all started when she told you she hadn’t got any meetings planned for the day. she proposed the idea of cockwarming her strap for her as she worked through some paperwork.

the day seems to drag on and you start getting bored, shifting around to try and feel some movement but she grips your hips in a warning paired with a quiet ‘stay still for me sweetheart..you’re so perfect’.

when her phone starts ringing, you don’t think too much until the call hits the 10 minute mark and you realise it’s not ending any time soon.

after about 5 more minutes stratt starts guiding your hips into soft rolls and the feeling almost forces a loud moan from you.

almost.

as if she can knows every tiny thing about you, her hand preemptively covers your mouth as she starts to grind her hips up into you, ‘so good for me, just stay quiet, mm?’

by the time the call finishes, you’d come twice and were well on the way to your third whilst stratt helps you off of her and sits you in her chair, kneeling before you and gripping your thighs, the sly smile on her lips telling you she knew exactly what was going to go down today.

you should’ve known, everything about her is meticulously planned, even down to wrecking her little plaything over and over and over again.

[shiki-jin]

i think sub eva would be someone who values your commands above all else—even if they include embarrassing herself for you, it's for you, so she'll do it with only a little hesitation. she just really, really wants praise and to be called good and obedient by you. it doesn't matter if that includes just edging herself while you watch or if she needs to beg to not be allowed to cum, because your praise is valued above her pride.

that said, she's absolutely so embarrassed about everything, and it takes a while to get there. at first she's always closing her eyes, trying to hide her face and voice, etc. eventually i think she'd start liking the feeling, because it's always accompanied by you saying she's so pretty and cute and “you're being so good for me”. cue her keeping her eyes open just to feel even more humiliated by what she's doing.

alternatively, i think she'd love being blindfolded. since she can't see (you), a lot of her embarrassment disappears and she has a much easier time being more vocal. but even then, she'll still try to hide or keep her mouth closed, so tying up her hands and putting your fingers in her mouth is the hottest thing ever. or making her beg to cum in great, too. she can't just keep her mouth closed, and you can make her praise herself as much as you want. “well, only good girls deserve to cum, eva. have you been good for me?”

she's very determined to receive praise, but she's awful at accepting it or, god forbid, praising herself. whenever you make her repeat after you that she's a good girl, or so very pretty, or so brave for doing something embarrassing, she always says it back in a quieter way, and if you tell her to repeat it louder, she'll give you the meanest glare she can muster. (which usually ends up just being a pout.)

also, she's absolutely going to be researching about her specific kinks or turn-ons and making a little document for herself and only herself. that is, until she inevitably tells you about it, whether by being too drunk or just because she hopes you'll tease her about it.

you can have her sit on your lap, tablet in front of you both, and have her read everything she wrote while you're toying with her. when her conclusions are too short or she's skipping over lines, you can interrogate her some more about why she likes certain things and make her explain in more detail why she likes such dirty things. your voice being so close to her ears only makes it worse.

she's panting and quietly whining, just getting to the end of a paragraph when your fingers curl into her most sensitive spot. “hm? what was that? mind repeating it for me, darling?” while you're abusing that spot, making a mess of her.

[fernstyx]

pls give us more sub!stratt!!!!!! baby girl deserves to be a pillow princess

she SO does!!! will def write more explicit smutty stuff about sub!stratt one of these days, but for now, here's a thought i can't get out of my head:

she keeps forgetting to eat, or maybe she's too busy to make time for it. you're certain she hasn't consumed anything except coffee all day, despite your reminders, and you're starting to think you may need to get a little more hands-on in making sure she's healthy.

so you ask her to kneel for you. she has gotten good at that by now, doesn't even hesitate, just drops down by your feet every time you ask without questioning it. why would she, anyway? you know what's best for her. and today, what's best for her is this.

you break off a protein bar into bite-sized chunks and feed it to her, along with bits of fruit and nuts. it's nothing grand, but it gets some protein, carbs and fiber into her, which is all that matters right now. she's hesitant, scoffing a little. it's humiliating, to be fed like this, but admittedly, she was pretty hungry before, and your fingers against her lips feel really good. you pet her and praise her for every bite, of course. it's okay. you know she forgets these things sometimes, but that's alright, that's what you're here for now.

after, you push your fingers into her mouth and pry it open, like checking if your dog swallowed his medication, but it's really just an excuse to have her drool all over your fingers. they're still in her mouth when you make her say "thank you for taking good care of me" so it comes out like gibberish, but that's alright. it's cute, and you can read her more than well enough without words now.

and the next time something like this happens, well, you might just make her eat out of a bowl on the floor to make the lesson sink in.

[opossum-in-disguise]

Mrs. Stratt

Pairing: Eva Stratt x fem!reader

Tags: reader is referred to with Mrs. and is called Eva’s “wife”, Fluff, Minor Drinking, Established Relationship, lmk if I missed a tag because I can’t think of anything else

Summary: You deal with a lot of things you never thought you’d ever have to while being Eva Stratt’s second in command. You really didn’t think you’d need to be proving your marriage with Eva Stratt, though.

WC: 3.2k | Read on Ao3

A/N: Requested by Anon on Tumblr. I really hope this lives up to their expectations. Excuse the hastily made summary and title. The ao3 curse unfortunately has me in its clutches bc I might have rabies (hence the rush to get this posted).

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It was nothing short of odd to have been recruited by your wife to be her second in command. The topic was broached at dinner, too causally for the commitment she was throwing upon you—not to mention herself.

You thought it was a normal dinner. She seemed tense, sure, but how else was she meant to be with the impending doom of humanity looming over your heads? Eva was distraught; you knew this. You didn't think anything further when she was thrown back into her reticent state, nor did you force conversation onto her.

Eva held her fork in her right hand, looking down at her food but never once touching it. "I've been asked to lead a task force."

You looked up at her. "What?"

She placed her fork down on the table, and tucked her hand under the table, on her lap. Before she did that, you saw the slightest tremble in her hands. She had a distant look. "For the Petrova line—they want to assemble a task force to fix it, and they want me to lead it."

Your brows furrowed. "They? Who's they?"

"The United Nations."

Your eyes widened. "That 'work trip' was a meeting with the UN?"

She nodded.

"What are they asking of you?"

"To fix it. They want me to do whatever it takes to fix it."

"And, what, you have no guidance? They just want you to navigate this alone? That's impossible, and very, very stupid. You don't just place that in one person's hands, Eva. You cant accept that burden, it's not—"

"No, no," she cut you off. "They're letting me choose whoever I see fit to help."

The anger in your chest hasn't subsided, and that didn't assuage your worries one bit. "And who could possibly help you take that on?"

Her eyes met yours. "You. Be my second in command."

You took a deep breath. If you were a stronger person, you would have mulled it over. You would have saw the warning signs, and steered very clear. But you aren't. You're her wife, and you love her in a way that common sense can't override.

"Yes. I'll be your second in command."

And it wasn't the worst choice you've ever made. You're by Eva's side, and that's all you can really ask for. Despite the duties that have been placed onto you, you couldn't imagine a world where you were home while your wife was out in an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean.

But sometimes your patience is tested, especially when people come to you with their mistakes, thinking you'll be nicer on them than Stratt— well, you are, but it doesn't mean you don't get irritated (it's not like you don't relay their idiocy to Eva every night). And it's for that reason exactly that you're contacting a scientific glass blower to replace a very rare piece of equipment.

Eva comes up behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders as she peers at your computer. "What did we lose?"

"Fuck, if I know," you sigh. The irritation slowly dissipates with each kiss Eva places upon your neck. Your head lolls to the side, allowing her all the room in the world to work with. Stupid emails can wait.

Her kisses trail up to your jaw. "Why haven't I heard about this? Will this set progress back in its absence?"

"Mm-mm," you hum in disagreement. "We have another, but we need the spare. This won't be a setback. Their stupidity, however, may be."

She laughs warmly against you, soft puffs of air falling onto your cheek. It leaves the warmth of one thousand suns in your face, a warmth that quickly metastasizes throughout your body. Her gentle affections leave as quick as they came; suddenly she is no longer draped over the back of your chair. Your lips turn down. It's a cruel fate to befall, but one that must be endured.

You hear the telltale tapping that indicates her return to whatever work she was doing on her tablet. "Why wasn't I notified earlier?" she repeats.

You sign off on the email, then promptly send it. The laptop shuts with a click, and you round the bed to sit beside Eva. She's wrapped up in your hoodie and some old plaid pajama pants. She gets awfully cold at night on this ship.

Her eyes flick up to yours, brows raised in question.

"You're a scary woman when you're not in your cute, little pajamas." You grin at her eye roll, pressing a kiss to her cheek regardless of her displeasure. She still leans into it when you let your lips linger. "Don't take it to heart. You're just German."

She mutters something under her breath in her native language. If you could understand, you're sure it would be an insult, or a rude observation about Americans. Either way, you still press your face into the crook of her neck and enjoy the way the noise vibrates throughout her throat. You press your lips into the column of her throat, mirroring the affection she placed on your moments earlier. She's not nearly as receptive as you, but you still spot the slightest color on her cheeks.

You take her hand, impeding her work. Your fingers press into her palm, rubbing softly. "It's so late."

"I have things I need to finish and review."

"It can wait until the morning, can't it?"

Her tablet clicks off. You might as well have won a gold medal. It's always nice when Eva goes to bed with you. You press a final kiss to her lips into gratitude, and then you lay down on the bed. She's joins you soon after, situating herself under the blanket. You're on her like a barnacle again, slotting yourself into every crevice you can find. If you could tuck yourself under her ribs, you'd be there (Eva would protest, but she's gotten used to this years ago. Besides, you can hear the way her heart races then slows when you're on her).

Her arms wrap around you. Her lips press into your hairline, the scent of her shampoo surrounds you, and, suddenly, everything stops. There's no stress over finding someone to make equipment, no world crisis looming over your head, no worries about the competence of your crew. It's all just bliss. Sharing this burden isn't so bad together.

Your breathing slows, as does hers. You begin to drift off together.

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Mornings aren't usually an endeavor you tackle together. Eva slips out of your all-consuming embrace without waking you most days, others she falls victim to you enticing her back to bed for another few minutes. This is a morning where she successfully escaped you and got an early start to her work. Your eyes fall on her, fingers scrubbing at them. You let out a small yawn.

"Good morning." She doesn't look up from her work. "Coffee is on the nightstand. It might be cold."

You look your left and spot the coffee. You take it with an appreciative hum. Your first sip tells your it's lukewarm. If you wanted it warm, you should have woken up earlier. At least you have coffee at all. You get out of bed and get ready for the day. Once you're done, you grab your half empty mug and bid Eva farewell. She likes to soak up her alone time to work in the mornings. She gets things done much faster when neither you or any of her crew are there is interrupt her. You work more with people than she does, so you can't afford the same luxury. You're typically running around, managing all the scientists, arranging meetings, and recruiting the necessary people. Sometimes, you two do switch, but that's how it typically goes.

People find Eva a little hard-headed and off putting. While you are just as unrelenting, people tend to prefer your demeanor and kind disposition. Doesn't mean you don't stress them out a little when you're watching them from the other side of the glass. It makes you feel a little silly, watching scientists work like they're fish in a fish tank. They work very well together. You feel on the outside of it as literally as you do figuratively. You don't mesh well with them.

The tap of footsteps knocks you out of your thoughts. You look to your right to see Eva. Some people perk up, eyes flocking to the motion. You see them, too, your gaze performing a similar task. It's funny to think above how primitive it is. Watching the herd tense at the possible threat, then relax.

Eva stops beside you. "You need to arrange the break room for the viewing of the launch." She shakes her head at absurdity of the idea: an unnecessary break room being made only to watch the launching of some modules for Project Hail Mary instead of actually working on the project. If you were anywhere else, you'd poke a little fun at her distaste. Unfortunately, you're being watched.

"I'll get that done. Anything else?"

She shakes her head, this time in candid denial. "That'll be all."

You glance back at the scientists. Some hurriedly avert their eyes when you meet them, but most are focused on their respective tasks. "Everything is going well. You can stay and observe if you'd like, but there's no reason to." You look back to Eva. "I'm going to go talk to someone about that break room now."

She hums in agreement, and she takes your station at the window while you go off.

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Making a break room was easy enough. You're sure whoever convinced Eva of even considering the notion of making one worked for harder than you did. It's not exactly nice; it's a small room in the corner of the hangar deck, actually. Still, you got it decently furnished, stocked with a few drinks, and got a TV for the viewing. There are worse places to spend an afternoon on Stratt's Vat.

The TV feed of the launch was just beginning as the crew came in—well, half. Only Ilyukhina and Yáo walk in. Ilyukhina spots the beverage table immediately. She flocks to it and goes for whatever the strongest alcohol there is out there, which is some nice vodka you splurged on just for her, you believe. Conversely, Yáo opts for a glass of water. They chat for a minute, but Ilyukhina quickly spots you and tries to rope you into her alcoholism.

"Oh, come on, you can't take one shot?" Ilyukhina looks at you with imploring eyes.

"No. I have things to be doing after this."

"Maybe Stratt will drink with me. She needs to relax."

You huff out a laugh. Eva indulging in celebrations? You barely got her to come to her own wedding. "Stratt won't be coming."

Ilyukhina tilts her head in confusion. "Why would Deputy Director be here and not Director? You come in a pair, yes?" She looks at Yáo, expecting him to share the sentiment.

He simply shrugs. "I respect the work ethic."

Ilyukhina shakes her head. "No, she's too uptight. Boy-toy, Grace, is not helping enough."

You tense, eyes widening. You don't know if it's more appropriate to laugh or vehemently deny it. Ilyukhina and Yáo, on the other hand, and completely indifferent. Do they discuss this often? Does everyone think this?

"Don't look like that. She spends so much time with him. He slept up ranks—that's why he is lead scientist," Ilyukhina explains.

You look to Yáo again. His facial expressions have never betrayed many of his thoughts. He maintains stoicism more often than not, but Ilyukhina draws out a more relaxed side out when she's forced some alcohol down his throat. He is far from drunk, though, and he doesn't say a word.

"Everyone thinks this?" you ask incredulously.

"Is known fact," she replies. "They are unnaturally close."

"God, I'd hope not, considering we've been married for a decade."

"Grace has a wife?"

"I don't really do 'boy-toys,'" you reply, grimacing. "Me and Eva have been married for a decade—a little over, actually. It'll be twelve years in a few months." Your face visibly softens when you talk of your marriage. You're far past the honeymoon phase, having settled into something much more domestic, but you do get those same newly-wed heart eyes sometimes.

When you look to Yáo, you find him half turned away. He must've checked out around the time Ilyukhina mentioned "boy-toys" (you would've preferred to do that, too). Some other person has stolen his attention—probably someone more mellow and to his liking. He meets your eyes once you glance at him, though, and you see a modicum of the softness that you have. He has his own family he's in this for. You think you've reached an understanding with him.

Ilyukhina, on the other hand, bursts out laughing. If you didn't spend so much time with her and her odd reactions, you'd be offended. She claps you on the back, raising her glass in cheers. "Good job. She's very pretty lady. Surely you drink to this? One shot? It is big milestone."

"Sure." You pour out a shot and raise it up. "To Eva." Throwing the shot back, you hear the beginning of the broadcast. The bitter liquid slides down your throat as you nod your head over to the TV. "Let's go watch."

The rest of the crew, sans Yáo, who is wrapping up his conversation, is on the couch by the time you go there. You end up against the back of it, standing next to Dr. Grace. He raises his drink in acknowledgment. It's a soda of some kind. Shapiro and DuBois are lot beside each other, tucked into the corner. They're closer than coworkers should be, but they're an acceptable distance apart. They don't care about PDA anyways, so you wouldn't be shocked to see them closer together.

"Ah, the scientists!" Ilyukhina greets the group before promptly plopping herself down on the other end of the couch. "You know this is Mrs. Stratt?"

You hyphenated, which she'd know if she cared to ask.

"How did Stratt find the time to get married?" Grace asks. "I didn't even know she had friends."

You laugh, half at his misrepresentation of your wife, half at the fact that you think Grace might be her only friend on this ship. "You'd be surprised. She was… different in college."

Grace gawks at you. "Wait—you're married to Stratt?"

"Yes, I say 'this is Mrs. Stratt,' and this is Mrs. Stratt." Ilyukhina makes a gesture at you with her hands.

"I assumed she was engaged in sexual congress with Dr. Grace. They're together far more often," Dubois cuts in. And, well, that is fair to assume, but you can't say you're happy that so many people share that sentiment.

You open your mouth to retort, but Grace buts in before you can.

"You'd thought we were what? We've never—what? I've never done that with her!"

The conversation devolves into a discussion of the obvious signs that people were picking up on. You, personally, didn't really want to hear about their analysis of their behaviors, nor their imagination of the things they could've done. Subtly, you edged out of the room, successfully leaving without anyone really noticing. It doesn't matter anyways. Technically, you should be working, not watching the launch. No rest for the wicked.

You pass by Eva's office. Your pace slows, then halts. Her lights are on, as always. That office might as well be her second home. You gaze at the door a moment, considering if you should really work, or go bother your wife. And… the answer is obvious. You approach and knock on the door. She replies with a soft "come in."

You press down the handle and push open the door. It softly clicks shut when you nudge it closed behind you. Eva is sat at her desk with a pen in hand and a soft smile on her face. You're sure she needs a reprieve from all her working, but you know she won't welcome your distractions for very long. It's an art form knowing when she'll let you push for her to take a break and knowing when you'd need drastic measures to get her to put that damn tablet down.

"You're not watching the launch?" she asks.

You shake your head. "No. The crew speculates a lot, you know? They thought you were sleeping with Grace."

"I know."

You pause. "You didn't tell me they all thought that?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not sleeping with Dr. Grace."

"Don't say his name in your sexy accent. It's not helping." You take a seat across from her. "Do you know they think we're practically strangers?"

"I assumed so." She says it all in a very matter of fact way. For Eva, her own personal knowledge of the love you share is enough. For you, you're only content with the kind of love you shout from the rooftops. You've both adapted a bit, little by little. Eva is more comfortable with your subtle public affections, and you're content with keeping your private life a bit more private. Still, sometimes, she throws you for a loop. You never believed you could be pragmatic and in love. You've never been short of insane when you truly love someone. You still don't understand the notion, but you know Eva manages to be in her own way.

"You're okay with that?"

"I still wear our ring, don't I?"

You suppress a smile (unsuccessfully) at its mention. "It's on your right hand though." German tradition, you were told. You wear it the same way.

She shrugs. "There's many people of different backgrounds. They can tell I'm married."

"Touché." You glance down at the wedding band on her right ring finger, then flick your eyes back up to hers. "I told them anyways. They thought Grace slept his way up the ladder."

She looks amused. "I've heard."

"That poor man wishes he wasn't so high up." You shake your head fondly. "I'll let you get back to work."

"Come here."

You round the desk and come to her side. She takes your hand and tugs you down to her level, and then she places a kiss on your cheek.

"Scandalous, Director Stratt. We're on the clock."

"Stay. Work in here." Her voice is low and warm. You take pride in the knowledge that it's just for you. No commands, no exasperation, no anger, just pure affection. Stupidly, it makes you feel warm in fuzzy. Her voice reverberates through your whole body.

"Getting me in a room alone… who knows what may happen? I think we need a seminar on interpersonal relationships between employees."

She rolls her eyes. "Go get your things."

She's no fun.

You straighten up and salute. "Yes, ma'am."

And as you're walking down the hall, you realize that crew really doesn't know you. Eva is woven into every fiber of your being. Your love for her emanates from you constantly. You'd really do anything for that woman. You'd cross seas, live on a aircraft carrier, and go to jail for her.

So, really, you can't understand how no one sees it.

You think it's as obvious as the lipstick on your cheek.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this!! I don’t really know if I did the prompt justice I fear, but oh, well. I need to go get the vaccines now lol. If I don't post, the rabies got me /j.(And to that other anon that requested a Mary fic, I’m working on it. Let’s just pray I’m alive to finish it lol).

[fernstyx]

currently focusing more on my eva x reader fic than requests (sorry about that, i'll get to them as soon as inspiration strikes!) but you guys seem to generally appreciate my sneak peeks, so:

“I am going to climb off your lap now,” Eva says, in that same voice that you’ve heard her give thousands of instructions in, like she’s just explaining another part of this escape plan to you, “and then we are both going to get out of this car, and you are going to eat me out on the hood. Yes?”

Oh, fuck yeah. Your mouth might be literally, actually watering. “Yes. Yeah— yes please. Okay. Whatever you say.”