#averyancora

"remember, our little secret . . ."

Ask and ye shall receive

It’s too early in the morning for Jackie to be awake, but the plus side is that he still has the office to himself, mostly. There are still some people, but not nearly enough for him to take particular notice.

The plus side of the early morning privacy is the fact he can take over the break room. He’d already placed his things down so he could enjoy the morning with a nice warm mug of green tea. His eyes are closed; zoning out to pass the morning by until work starts sounds like a fun idea. He barely shifts in his seat when he hears the door open and close quietly. For all Jackie knows, it’s someone else clocking into work.

“You look quite peaceful.” That voice sounds familiar enough for Jackie to open his eyes in surprise. That’s not any of his colleagues, it’s Marvin. Immediately, Jackie is up on his feet, backing away from the table as his gaze focuses on Marvin in a mixture of fear and dislike. “Oh no, don’t let me stop you.” Marvin doesn’t even sound like he cares as he plops down in Jackie’s now vacated seat. “I just wanted to explore the grounds before the important people come in to stop me.”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Jackie says tersely. “How’d you get past security?” His gaze drifts downward, taking note of Marvin’s posture. Even casually sitting, Marvin is poised with a straightened spine, crossed legs, and not a single hair out of place. How does someone look so irritatingly perfect?

“Isn’t that your job?” Marvin asks, turning his back toward Jackie. He picks up the abandoned drink and sniffs it. “Ah, of course you’d have this. It’s your go-to, isn’t it?”

“Marvin...” Jackie starts, but he stops himself. He’s not in any position to tell the man where to shove it, not when he himself is hardly awake. “Nevermind.”

This earns his attention. Marvin turns back around, shooting Jackie one of those charming, irritating grins that he’s reserved for Chase so far. “Nevermind?” He echos. “You’ve now got my interest, better make it fast.” He seems to leave it there, but he’s getting up now, making his way closer to Jackie.

Jackie can’t move. He can’t look away either, as if he’s been transfixed on Marvin. Maybe it’s just the fear holding him down, but he’s not resisting as Marvin grabs at his wrist, then slides his hand up Jackie’s arm. 

“Hmm. You’re not so bad yourself,” Marvin says softly. Is it Jackie’s imagination or has his heart started beating faster? Is this how Marvin got to Chase initially? He’s too close to Jackie, running his fingers along Jackie’s shirt. This is wrong. This is wrong this is wrong-

“Let go,” Jackie finally mutters through clenched teeth. “I’m not falling for your games.” He finally makes an effort to jerk away, but Marvin’s grip on him only tightens.

“Hmmm, maybe I should have picked you. You’d be a fun challenge. Quite pretty, too.”

“I’m not yours,’ Jackie snaps. He raises his other arm and shoves Marvin back. “I’m not falling for your tricks. Stay away from me, asshole!” He moves closer to the sink, pressing against the counter and clinging to it with trembling fingers.

Marvin shrugs and sits back down in Jackie’s seat, picking the mug up. “Shame,” Marvin says casually, dropping his charm. He’s disinterested, already bored with this encounter - that much is obvious to Jackie. “You’d have been fun to take out on a date.” He brings the mug to his lips, though rather than taking a sip, he runs his tongue up the length of the cup before setting it back down on the table. He gets to his feet and heads back for the door, shooting Jackie one last grin. 

not a request! 

“You were there for them, but not me?” or “Yes, if you love me, you would change for me.” w/kalopsia trickshot !!

oh hell yes ave

---------------------------------------------------------------------- The bastard’s in his chair again. 

Chase, to his credit, doesn’t even blink at the sight of the tattooed man in his chair. 

Just sighs and takes another long sip of his takeaway coffee, the bitter taste rippling across his tongue as the caffeine shoots though his system, energizing him ever so slightly. 

Still not enough to get rid of the slight annoyance for the man sitting in his chair, but just enough to where he doesn’t snap at him as the first sentence. 

“What are you doing here?” 

four down, one redo to go!

not a request- kalopsia!jackie for @averyancora‘s AU fic Kalopsia!! 

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