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Brat Taming: Part 7

Ari’s hands were at your shoulders, his fingers brushing against your collar bone, his chest to your back and the scrape of his beard against your cheek. He was a formidable figure in his height and width, coming only behind Steve by mere inches in difference, yet he was an alpha who was as gentle as he was kind. Ari had called you into the office with the intention to tell you that he had given you the time off to visit NYC, though there was a bonus.

His lips were soft and plump, grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered adoringly with soft dulcet sounds that had steered you further toward a place of greater acceptance of what this all was.

“I want you to enjoy yourself, there’s no doubt in my mind that Steve’s gonna treat you like a princess.” Ari had hummed after he spoke, fingers lightly massaging you as he shifted them again to brush the pads of his fingers against your scent glands.

“Thank you for the time off,” you were putty in his hands, you both knew it, “I appreciate it.”

“Before you go, tell me, honey…” Ari grabbed hold of your chin and tilted your head, directing you to look at him. “Tell me how long you’ve been in love with Jake.”

There was no denying it, there was no possible way you could have hidden it from him. Of the three, Ari held the most neutral ground and had been the voice of reason between Steve and Ransom. Of the three, Ari seemed as if he would be the most accepting and open to having you and Jake bond with each other. There was a stigma and a certain set of expectations for omegas to be with alphas and only alphas, and the fact that you and Jake had loved each so much wouldn’t have been so accepted by some people. You and Jake spent your entire lives loving each other without having much hope to be together. It was this impossible situation that had made you and Jake seek to find alphas as buffers because if you couldn’t be together in the open then at least you could have each other in a pack.

“Ari-“

“I’m not angry, baby. I’m not mad or upset.” Ari had helped turn you to face him, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he stared deep into your eyes, his soul searching yours and yours searching his in exchange. “To keep a secret like that for so long, it has to be hard. Be honest with me, princess.”

“I’ve…” you swallowed and turned into his hand, your eyes fluttering closed as a few silent tears rolled down your cheeks and your throat tightened painfully. “I’ve been in love with Jake since we were kids. I’ve always known, I’ve always been bound to him every if we couldn’t be together in that way.”

“Y/N, sweet omega…” Ari had dried your tears and pliantly rest your head against his chest, stroking your back as you leaned into him fully, your arms slowly snaking around his waist.

“You have nothing to worry about with us. You don’t have to fear repercussions from me, not from us. You, Jake and I will approach Steve and Ransom as a pack. We’ll tell the others how you feel about each other, you don’t have to do this alone.” Ari’s chest rumbled against your ear, the sound soothing to you and it had been the first true and honest breakthrough you’d had with Ari.

“Thank you,” you exhaled slowly, feeling relief from his encouragement and safeguarding, “Ari you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“You and Jake are my omegas, Y/N.” Ari leaned down to kiss the top of your head, his lips lingering. “You’re ours and we have a duty to protect and provide for you. No matter what.”

Jake curled his arm around your waist and flexed his fingers as he grabbed a handful of his shirt that you had stolen from him, pawing at the cotton while you rest in his lap. Your feet were tucked onto his thigh adorned with the gift Ransom had given you, the first courting gift you had accepted from him. There was a movie playing in the background, something put on to cut the silence that lingered as the two of you had lounged together.

“I was worried about you, but Ari reassured me-“ Jake had begun speaking and was softly cut off by you.

“Jake,” you cupped his cheeks and tilted his head so you could look into his eyes, and then you leaned in and kissed him softly, “thank you for your concern. Ransom…he stepped up.”

“Heard he beat the shit outta that alpha,” Jake mumbled against your lips, his hands rising from the back of your legs to your thighs, “I would’ve killed him.”

“I see you’ve got a mark,” you teased and tapped the claim that was already healing, one alpha down, “nice one from Ari.”

“They’re good alphas,” Jake confirmed what hadn’t really needed to be vocalized and then turned his head to kiss into your palm, “oh baby bear…they’re so good.”

“I know,” you confirmed with the soft swirling of your scents, the two mixing as one, “they’re all good in their ways.”

“I have a trip with Steve to NYC.” You sighed and brushed and ran your fingers through Jake’s hair as he mindlessly traced patterns into your flesh. “I think…I’m gonna let him mark me.”

“Yeah?” Jake’s voice was softened, the usual moments you craved and loved seemingly deepening. “He’s good, he cares about you.”

“He is good, he’s…I find comfort in Steve.” You rubbed your cheek against Jake’s shoulder and your eyes fluttered closed while you inhaled his scent and let it fill your every sense, letting the soft coils of who he was in every possible way envelop you.

“You’re old souls, or you have kindred spirits. You’re very good together.” Jake complimented with a genuineness that was rooted in adoration and affection, softly playing with you as you were playing with him. “We can be together this way, we can have what he couldn’t have had before.”

“They’re good, Jake.” You nestled yourself closer, the two of you comfortably wrapped in each other as tenderness fluctuated with every other possible devoting emotion. “All of them, in their way.”

“They’re going to love us, just like we love them. I know it.” He kissed the top of your head and sat in silence for another few moments before he softly and gently picked you up and started carting you off toward the bedroom.

“A blanket fort?” You wondered, looking at him through your lashes as his bright and charming smile grew.

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

The Beamer sat idling as Ransom had dug around in the space behind the driver’s seat, few locks of his dark hair falling into his face as he rummaged. His eyes were fixated and focused while you were watching him, studying his features with a new perspective.

It was so easy to look at the confident alpha and see nothing but him in his arrogance with an unmatched ego. It was so easy to look at Ransom Drysdale as a spoiled alpha who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, who had come from money and always would have money and yet there was so much more to him. What you had seen from first meeting him to the place you had gotten now with few chips in his thick armour, had given you a clear look at the man who was more than you expected.

Ransom had come from a family that put wealth and money, power and influence above all else and as a result had created monsters for children and grandchildren. You had only heard how Linda had talked to Ransom from Jake and Ransom himself, and it was enough to make your blood boil. Hearing the way his mother and father, the way his aunts and uncle had spoken about Ransom as if he was nothing more than a spoiled brat who hadn’t lifted a finger in his life was both unfair and uncouth. Yes, Ransom was a spoiled rich alpha and yes, he was an ass at the best of times, but there was more to him than they were giving him credit for.

Ransom had proven to you, even the little that he had, that he was a better alpha, a better man than you expected.

“I know you’re afraid of flying,” Ransom had finally grasped the object he was looking for and pulled the wrapped box from behind his seat to set it in your lap, “I got you something to calm your nerves.”

He had spoken so blasé about this. He had not given you any indication of how he had known you had a slight fear of flying but not only had he known about your fear but he was giving you a care package of sorts as another courting gift. The fuzzy bear socks he had given you were safely tucked into your luggage and set in the small trunk, waiting to be removed and checked in. His first genuine courting gift that you had accepted was safely stowed away and out of reach, but now you would have more of him to take with you.

“How did you know?” You questioned Ransom while you were starting to pull the wrapped lid from the top of the box, taking your time and idly running your fingertips against the edge of the box.

“Your heart’s been racing since we pulled up to the curb, your scent is reflecting your nervousness; it’s fainter.” Ransom had rested his left elbow on the frame of his Beemer and kept his right hand on the gear shift, fingernails taping against the leather. “I got you some things.”

You averted your eyes and looked at the contents of the box, his courting gifts sitting inside the box had been varied, with the common theme relating to travel. The first you could see was a pair of in-ear noise cancelling headphones that were meant to be as comfortable as they were effective. Below the headphones was an e-reader that had already been placed in a case and you had a suspicion that your favourite books were already loaded and waiting for you to read. It was another item to comfort you, and below that was another gift; another piece of the care package.

An eye mask was below the e-reader that was meant to be both cooling and soothing as it was infused with aloe and lavender, the soft material meant to ease your anxieties. Along with the eye, mask were a few tubes of roll-on essential oils that would help keep you calm and cool as you took off flying.

“Ransom,” you had gripped the box tightly while you looked everything over a few times with wonderment stealing your ability to truly gather your thoughts, “thank you, this is amazing. I can’t…believe you picked up on it.”

“You’re not exactly subtle about your fear of flying, kitten.” Ransom quipped with a half-smirk on his face, alluding to that arrogance that was a defence tactic. “You project-“

“Thank you,” you undid your seatbelt and tossed the strap to the side and then you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, cutting him off with physical and verbal appreciation, “you’re a better alpha than I expected.”

Ransom in turn had rested his hand against the back of your neck and held you in place to both deepen the kiss and stop you from pulling away. “Behave, kitten. Be a good omega for old man Rogers and leave space for my mark.”

“Why? You think you’ll be next?” You teased and pulled away from him, pushing the lid back on the box before you popped open your door and started to get out of his vehicle, moving in synchronization with Ransom.

“I like my odds.” Ransom had slammed the door behind him and walked around to the back of the Beemer, grabbing the edge of the trunk and lifting it. “I already have a temporary mark on you, that’s more than anyone else has.”

“I’m letting him mark me.” You had claimed, a slight shake to your hand as you reached for your luggage and yanked it out of the trunk. “That’s a good idea, right? I mean-“

“You’ll be fine, kitten.” Ransom, in another play of tenderness, had cupped your cheek. “Toy Soldier wouldn’t have it in himself to hurt you, and if he does give me a call.”

“What? You’ll fly and come get me?” You hadn’t been able to pull yourself away from his hold, not when he was looking at you with such a strong conviction.

“I’ll break every speed record to come to get you.” He had vowed, he promised without fail and had only let go when you stepped away from the Beemer with your luggage in hand. “Have fun.”

“Thank you, Ransom.” You had only reached into the Beemer to grab your carry-on and the box of gifts and then you had stepped onto the curb and away from him. You got yourself centred and organized, then started making your way toward the front doors of the airport, listening for the sound of Ransom’s Beemer to take off.

Steve was waiting for you when you arrived with Ransom with an iced coffee that had your name and specifications on the clear plastic, and in his other hand was a book. He had appeared in the airport looking casual in everyday clothes that shouldn’t have been as captivating as they were, and yet when you had seen him waiting for you it was impossible to pull your eyes off of him.

He was wearing a dark leather jacket that had a few scuffs around the end of the sleeves and had accentuated his broad shoulders and firm chest. His dark grey shirt beneath had been pulled across his chest in an expanse that made you want to sneak your hands beneath his shirt to feel the hard ridges of his pectorals and further down to his stomach. His legs were lengthened by dark wash jeans that were well fitting as they drew attention to his height and power that was coursing through his entire body.

“Ready to go, doll?” He had offered to take your luggage from you in exchange for the coffee, and as you had made the switch, Steve had leaned in and kissed the top of your head, mumbling quietly. “I know you’re scared, I’m right here with you.”

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series.

ever green, evermore | loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

fics.

darling dangers | n, s | kinktober 2022 | dark!best friends!ransom drysdale and jake jensen x innocent!reader | prompt: vibrator

if this was a movie | s | nerd!best friend!jake jensen x reader | your nerdy best friend is gonna make you a star.

little loser | f | boyfriend!jake jensen x reader | jake is the one person in the world you could never say no to.

mess of a lesson | n, ddlg, s | august '23 blurb night | soft!dark!daddies!jake jensen and ari levinson x little!reader | you refused to go before you left, and now you must pay the price.

blurbs.

holy ground | ddlg, s | april '23 blurb night | best friend!jake jensen x little!reader | love is an ocean; you and jake are diving in, head first.

not trying to play | s | kinkmas 2023 | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader | prompt: nipple play

where the heart is | h/c, f | feb '23 blurb night | best friend!jake jensen x college student!reader | jake makes for the sweetest surprise during a valentine's day spent in the hospital.

headcanons.

5k headcanon party | rainy day cuddles

kinkmas 2023 | threesome

other | nail stickers | diner date | itchy nose

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harmonity-vibes · 1 year

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IMAGINE - How do you imagine your darling on the red carpet.

Author : Harmonity-vibes

◆ Dean & Sam

◆ Max Brown

◆ Sullivan Jones

◆ Jake Logan

◆ Tom Akherman

A/N : Enjoy ! ;p

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ohtobeleah · 3 months

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Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Eleven: [The Man]

Summary: When Jake and Jensen go head to head over who means what yo you, things escalate to new heights, so much so that Jake lashes out and says something that may not be forgiven.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/ Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil. Mentions of religion. JEALOUS JAKE!

Word Count: 5.6K

Author Note: This chapter brings the total word count of this series to 50k....I cannot believe that an idea that began as a one-shot has turned into this. Thank you all so much for your support on this one. xxx

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There was a brief moment right before your shower where Jake was able to step out into the hall to call his sister Jasmine. He knew the call he was about to make was going to be neither short, nor pleasant. But he also knew that deep down, you weren’t mentally prepared to tell your children you were sick. But the pair of you had to start somewhere. And that somewhere was Jake’s sister.

“What the FUCK is going on!” One single ring. One dial. That's how long it took Jake's sister to answer, hell, Jake thought it would have been sooner but he gave her a little good grace for potentially having to step out of whatever family dynamic she found herself in. “Mum said Y/n’s sick?”

“Did she say it like that?” Jake replied unamused as he found an empty chair to sit on in the waiting room area down the hall. He didn't want to stray too far away from your room. Although he knew that you were with the nurses, he couldn't find it inside himself to leave. If Jake tried hard enough, he could still see your bed socks at the end of your hospital bed.

“Uh–” Jasmine's apprehensive silence confirmed all Jake needed to know. “She may have said it with a little hope in her chest, mentioned the words dropped and dead in the same sentence of wishful thinking.” Jake couldn’t say he was surprised after the way Janeen had spoken so poorly about you directly to his face. He couldn't really imagine what she’d been saying to other members of the Seresin family. “But what's going on? I'm keeping an eye on the kids as much as I can but holy shit mum's just on a warpath–”

Fuck: Jake knew leaving the kids behind was a bad idea on his behalf. The guilt of running off on his children in the middle of the night was beginning to eat him alive. The idea of lying to them about your condition only made that guilt harder to rationalise.

“Okay, can you just promise me you won’t tell the kids?” Jake groaned into the phone. “Y/n doesn't want them to worry so she doesn't want to say too much.”

“Jake–” Jasmine's voice changed, the serious nature of the conversation at hand was beginning to shine through with ease. “She's alright, isn't she?” Jasmine asked as Jake let his elbows rest on top of his thighs. This whole situation, the newly found world of which you were living in was begging to give Jake the head spins. Keeping up was exhausting, but this wasn't about Jake now was it. “This is Y/n we’re talking about, she has to be alright.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jake had been reading all your files, all your reports, everything and anything he could get his hands on about your diagnosis. After all, he had been named your emergency contact not long after showing up. He’d made a convincing case. Jake knew a lot about your current situation. He knew the odds, chances, risks and possibilities.

“She's been diagnosed with Stage three A, triple positive grade three invasive doctoral carcinoma.” Jake explained to his sister who on the other end of the call, sat watching his youngest try to eat the sand from the sandpit Jake himself used to shit in as a child. “The oral chemo they had her started on caused a stroke, apparently it's a common side effect, to me they shouldn't be pumping people full of that crap if its gonna cause a fucking stroke forty percent of the time.”

Jake knew the silence on the other end of the line was due to an overload of information getting caught in his sister's cerebellum. It was a lot to take in, hell Jake still hadn’t really been given an opportunity to take it all in. since he found out he’d been go go go. He knew an impending moment of weakness mixed with overall exhaustion was coming. When that moment would come he wasn't sure.

“You’re lying–” Was all Jasmine said. Jake wished more than anything he could say he was.

“Fucked up thing to lie about Jas–” Jake responded softly as he listened to the hustle and bustle of the hospital wing his sat in. “She hadn’t been feeling well for a few months, Doctors say it's aggressive, feeds off her hormones and stuff.” Jake didn't understand a lot of it, but he was trying his best to navigate a field he wasn't an excerpt in. “She's in for a preventative double mastectomy on Christmas Eve. It would've been earlier but the strokes kinda set her back a few days.”

“Jake– I don't believe you, the kids–what about the kids, what do I tell them?” Jasmine couldn't comprehend the devastation this would cause on the already struggling family dynamic. You and Jake were meant to be, everyone knew that. But this whole separation, the miscommunication and overall fractures within your marriage were all major contributing factors as to why love just couldn’t be enough.

“Don't tell them anything, please, for the love of God Jas don't tell them anything, I just–” Jake let out a sigh of frustration as he ran his hand free hand through his hair. God he needed a haircut. “We just need a little time to process what's going on and Y/n–she's been doing this for too long on her own, I can’t keep letting her down so just, take a moment to breathe for me.”

“Holy fuck you aren’t kidding about any of this are you?” Jasmine with all her good graces and problematic marital issues of her own, looked over at where her husband sat with hers and Jake's father. The sight was enough to send a shiver down her spine. The man who raised her was not someone who Jasmine ever wanted her brother to become. Losing your wife to such a disease that was as unforgiving as it was inhumane could potentially be an origin story bubbling under the surface of Jake's skin.

“Jake–You don't get to turn into dad if this ends anything less than Y/n walking away from this cancer free Jake, your kids deserve to have a dad that won't treat them like burdens and mistakes.”

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“Watch your step alright?” Our skulls are designed to cushion our brains. Our rib cages are specifically moulded to guard our hearts. The human body is built to protect our most vulnerable parts. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to work.

The way in which Jake helped to guide you out of the bathroom with his hand pressed firmly against the small of your back made your heart skip a beat. You held tightly onto his forearm with one hand and in the other? Was your IV poll, still pumping you full of antibiotics and fluids.

“I got it.” You tried to focus on just putting one foot in front of the other. That's what this whole thing was about right? This battle, this fight. It was all about putting one foot in front of the other. With Jake by your side, albeit with some underlying resentment still to be discussed, you felt as though those steps, small but meaningful in their own right, were made with intent and purpose to keep fighting. “Shit the air-con feels so weird on my head.” You chuckled to yourself as Jake shut the bathroom door behind the both of you.

“Yeah holy shit it's like–” As Jake's eyeline faltered from you to the figure standing over near the door, his heart sunk into his stomach. His face turned to stone as the green in his eyes, usually an emerald colour, darkened to something more pine-like. The half finished sentence that left your husband's mouth and tailed off into complete and utter silence was what got your attention the most. It wasn't like Jake to not say what was on his mind.

“What's up?” As you turned your head slowly, you saw the man who had been nothing but a pillar of support for you to lean on since your diagnosis. It was the man who had kept you above water when you felt like you’d been drowning in a sea of unprecedented mortality. “Jensen–” The shock and excitement in your tone was something Jake couldn't miss no matter how much he wanted to. “You came?”

Jake made no attempt to move as you shuffled forward, he stood still with his heart hammering inside his chest. He stood completely still as his thoughts carried him away into a world where nothing made sense to anyone. Into a world where he didn't have you, a world where for the last year he’d tasted of that very misery and hated every last second of it.

“I uh–” Jensen held out the bouquet of sweet peas, peonies and pansies he’d brought for you. The overwhelming colours and signature scents captivated the entire room with their freshness. “I wanted to stop by, see how you were doing, hope I'm not intruding?”

The body tends to adapt quickly to new circumstances and pressures it’s put under. It knows how to protect itself. But it can’t close off completely, or well—we’re not really living are we? Biology tends to override our fears, so we leave the door open, just a little…hoping like hell that it's worth the risk.

“Oh no, no we just finished up some DIY haircuts.” You beamed, the smile that ignited across your face was a smile Jake hadn't seen in years. A smile so pure and full of love that it couldn't ever be faked. “Jake, this is Jensen.” You introduced the two men who had played significant roles in your life, having no clue that they had both already met one another in the hall. “We met at the doctors office, as unfortunate as that sounds, it's been really nice to have someone who just, knows.” Jake slowly but surely aided you over to your bed before he made his way over to where Jensen stood watching idly. Assessing the situation unfolding before him. “Jensen convinced me to go to a few of those CCA meetings, although not my cup of tea–it's nice to know that that support system is there.”

Jake eyed Jensen and his bouquet of flowers off as he stepped closer and closer with a look Jensen couldn't quite read in his pine green eyes. The betrayal of love often has boundaries that people end up living with for the rest of their lives. For Jake, his betrayal and the consequences of his emotional ineptitude inside his marriage was starting to play out right before his very eyes.

He saw the potential that there was in fact another man. And oh boy did he hate it.

“And Jensen, this is Jake, my husband.” Jensen took subtle notice of the way you introduced Jake to him as your husband, not your ex-husband like you'd been referring to him as since the two of you first met. Something had changed, Jensen could sense it. But for as much as Jensen could sense the chemistry between you and Jake, Jake could see the way your eyes lit up with overjoyous surprise when you realised that the flowers Jensen held in his hand were in fact for you. “Are those, are those for me?”

“Oh–yeah.” Jensen beamed as he walked a little further into your room. “I thought they might bring a little light into your room but it seems that you have it pretty well decorated.” It was the small nod to the Christmas lights that hung around your room that made you smile even brighter as Jake made his way back over and helped you into bed. You could tell there was tension brewing just from his quietness alone. “And the new haircut suits you, good thing you don't have a weird ass head huh?”

“Hey Jarred–” Jake interrupted before you had a chance to reply, the way he intentionally called Jensen by a different name rubbed you the wrong way. The frown that cast itself across your face left little to Jake's imagination, but as he made sure you were as comfortable as could be in your bed, he kept going. “Nows, probably not a good time–”

Jensen looked around your room carefully, he knew the system well and what times were more common than not for nurses to do their daily rounds and check-ins. He knew that by the looks of things you had just showered and were probably settling in for the afternoon. If Jensen was correct in his assumption as he looked back towards where Jake stood at your bedside, he would assume that he couldn't have picked a better time to drop by.

“Seems like a pretty good time to me man, besides, why don't we let Y/n here make that call.” Jensen replied calmly as he went about finding a place for your flowers to go. Jensen could have played the safe card, he could have chosen to be the bigger person and not mention it, but he didn't really have a hell of alot to lose. After all, he was a dead man walking. What was the harm in stirring the pot a little where he still could. “Honestly, I didn't expect you to be here if I'm being completely honest.” Jensen smirked as he turned back to face Jake. You felt like your heart was about to explode right through your chest as you looked back and forth between the two men who had seemingly gotten into a mines bigger than yours contest on either side of your bedside. “Didn't think you knew your wife was sick–”

The silence was deafening as Jake thought about all the ways he could kill a man in one single motion. The rage he felt inside his chest was red hot jealousy. Jensen could practically see the steam spewing out of Jake's years.

“What my wife decides to share with me has nothing to do with you–” Jake growled, you could just see the way he was grinding his teeth. Jake's jawline had never seemed more profound. His knuckles were almost entirely white as he leaned against the railing of your hospital bed. Lowered down for convenience of getting in and out.

“It does when I’ve been the one listening to how much she wishes you loved her the same way she loves you.” Jensen shrugged. “Come on man, don't play this game, don't pretend that I don't know what been going on–”

“Enough!” You couldn't have shouted it slider if you tried. “Both of you, my god we’re all supposed to be adults here?” You sighed as you looked at Jake and then over to Jensen. Something was off with him, this wasn't the Jensen you knew. He seemed off, very off. “Can you two just back up, let's start over.” However, it was a plea that fell on deaf ears.

Remember that impending moment of weakness mixed with overall exhaustion Jake mentioned earlier? Yeah– about that. Guess it was coming around the corner sooner rather than later.

“Nah–” Jake shook his head as he let out a sigh. This was bullshit, you really had him fooled. He really did think that there was a possibility here that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could fix what he had unintentionally broken while focusing on your health. “Nah, I'm not gonna put up with this dickhead.” Jake hissed as unclenched his hands from the railing on your bed. “I'm gonna go get a coffee, try not to catch each other's cancer cells while I'm gone.”

“Jake, don't leave!” You begged as you sat up a little straighter in your bed. “Please—“ The panic that followed was something otherworldly as you watched Jake round out of the hospital room that had become your home away from home. “Please!”

Jensen was if anything, enraged. He hadn’t helped the situation but he never would have left your side after making a remark so thickly lacquered with jealousy. He didn't think Jake would react the way he did, so quick to make assumptions. The small gift Jensen still held in his hand was quickly placed on your bedside table.

“I’ll go talk to him—“ Jensen pressed his lips together as he let his hand fall gently to your shoulder. “My fault, I shouldn't have said what I did, I'm sorry.” Jensen didn't pretend to not see how upset you truly were. He understood what it was like to feel the weight of the world crushing your spirit. “He didn't mean what he said Y/n.”

“He did–” You sighed as you wiped away your tears. “He asked me when he came to take the kids to his mum's house if I was seeing anyone–”

Ah, Jensen thought to himself as he stood by your bedside and listened.

“He wants to get back together, fix what's broken, change.” You sighed as you looked over to the open door that Jake hadn't long before walked out of. “He probably thinks you're more than a friend.” In another life, perhaps Jensen could have been more than just a good friend. In another universe somewhere he hoped that maybe you never had this unforgiving disease. But this wasn't another reality, this was right now.

“All the more reason to fight for his girl.” Jensen cooed as he leaned in to kiss the top of your now very smooth head. “I'll go talk to your husband.”

You caught onto the not so subtle subtlety of the way Jensen teased that title. Husband. Jake Seresin was still very much your husband. He was the very definition of a man who was supposed to be at your side through thick and thin. But right now? You were doubting his ability to fully comprehend what was happening to you. Jake’s focus shouldn’t have been on Jensen and who he was to you. But yet you couldn’t not defend him.

“He’s not a bad guy, he’s really not—“ There was an awkward silence that lingered in the room as Jensen chose to take in what you’d said. “This is all just so much for him to take in.”

“You don’t need to explain your relationship to me.” Jensen wanted to say that if Jake was such an alright guy, then you wouldn’t have left. He wanted to remind you of all the conversations the two of you had had over the past few months. All the times you’d cried about the man who didn’t value your time, your energy, your love. “But a woman like you should never have to beg a man to stay.”

“I left him.” You felt the need to remind the man who stood at your bedside with an ora surrounding him you didn’t recognise. “I stopped begging him to love me a long time ago and you know that.”

Jensen could have thrown the fact you just called out after Jake back in your face, that you’d begged your husband not to leave. But he wasn’t that mean. He was just looking out for you. Someone had to. Someone had to make sure this Jake guy had his priorities in check and that you were at the very top of that list where you belonged.

“I know—“ Jensen pressed his lips together into a fine line. “But that guy just walked out the second things got a little more complicated, what’s gonna stop him from throwing in the towel if your health declines more than it already has?” Jensen shrugged his shoulders like he wasn’t being nasty. It was his version of tough love.

“I’m sorry—“ You scoffed as your face contorted into that of a frown mixed with frustration. “Are you, are you testing Jake?”

“Cancer is one of the world's most leading causes of divorce.” Jensen added like it was a statistic you should have known. He knew you knew it. “I just wanted to see how well he handled a little external pressure.”

“You’re—“ Before you could finish your sentence, Jensen was smiling down at you from ear to ear.

“A menace, I know, but I’m a menace that only has your best interest at heart.” Jensen explained as he sat down beside you for only a brief moment. “Your fight isn’t with Jake right now, he shouldn’t be fighting you or anyone else in your life that may come and go.”

“Jensen—“ You knew Jensen hadn’t been well, but he hadn’t explicitly told you how bad it was. There was something in his eyes though, the way he looked at you like he was looking at you for the last time that had you worried. “What’s going on with you?”

“I’m just making sure if you’re letting that man back into your life that he’s gonna stick around when things don’t go the way he wants them to.” Jensen smiled softly as he picked up your hand to bring towards his lips. He left a fleeting kiss upon the palm of your hand and let out a sigh he wasn’t aware he was holding in. “I’ll go track down your sook of a husband, make sure he’s aware that you’re hopelessly devoted or whatever you wanna call it.”

“Please be nice—“ You pleaded gently as Jensen stood from your bedside. “Please.”

“Anything for you Y/n.” Jensen replied, he knew that this would be the last time he ever saw you apart from in his own version of heaven. “Anything for you.”

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Jake Seresin had never been a fan of hospitals. That mentality first started when he broke his leg in kindergarten and needed a full cast, but it grew with him well into adulthood. Jake had never liked hospitals, even when all three of his children were born he still hated them. Not even the love he had for his children could override the hate he felt towards the sterile environment that gave far too many infections to people to be considered ‘normal’

“Seresin.” But Jake had never hated hospitals more than he did the second he heard his last name being called from just a short distance down the hall. Called by a man who Jake would happily like to never see again. “The hell is your problem?” Jake caught the sight of the man who’d brought you flowers coming right towards him with a fire burning in his eyes. The man you had kept somewhat a secret from Jake. Much like your diagnosis.

“My problem is asking me what my problem is.” Jake groaned as he took a sip of his shitty ass hospital coffee. “Don’t you and my wife have things to talk about?” Jake asked as he took a few steps away from where Jensen had stopped in his tracks. “Things I’m not privy to as it seems? Like her health or new love life?”

“You don’t even know who I am to your wife!” Jensen barked loud enough to have Jake stopping in the middle of the hall. The six foot something aviator turned slowly on his heels to give the almost matching in height bald dude the time of day he seemed to crave. “But I know all about you, because I’ve been there for Y/n while you’ve been busy playing part time parent across the country.” Jensen had nothing to lose, he was just a dying man who had no time left to cherish.

Jake wasn’t about to stand here and take this. He didn’t need some guy who’d stepped into your life to tell him what to do. You were the mother of Jake’s children, you’d always be that to him regardless if he could fix what he broke.

“Get out of my face before you need a plastics consult.” Jake growled through gritted teeth all the while Jensen grinned. He was standing his ground as Jake continued on his defensive. “Because so help me god, you may feel like god right now with your self-righteous heart and knight in shining armour attitude, but you sure as hell won’t feel all high and mighty when you meet him.”

Jensen didn't want to fight with your husband, but he did want to make it known that time was forever fleeting, and if Jake kept going the way he was there would be no time left to fix what he broke. You needed someone to be there for you, Jake had to be that person.

Because Jensen couldn’t be that guy for you anymore, he had no fight left to give you. He had no fight left in himself.

“You know I sympathise with you Jake, I do, it must be hard being the guy who broke your own marriage to a woman who loves so fiercely and so much.” Jensen started as he let his elbows rest atop his sweatpants clad knees. “And now having to deal with the fact that said wife is dying must be a lot to work through.”

Jake remained speechless as his eyes lingered down to the man who was almost out of breath from his walk through the halls. He held his half drunk coffee cup in his hand with enough rage coursing through his veins that Jake was actually surprised he hadn’t crushed the flimsy cardboard vessel.

“But you know what the worst part of all that is? Is that your priority isn’t your wife, or fixing your marriage—“ Jensen continued on. “No, it’s on the guy who your wife chose to confide in when you were nowhere to be found.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jake replied with a hiss in his tone that mimicked the deadliest of snakes. “I couldn’t give a shit who you are to her or what you want, because she’s my fucking wife—mine!”

“And yet here you are arguing that point with me in the hall when you could be at her bedside appreciating all the small moments you’ll be lucky to look back on one day.” Jensen grew more heated as Jake took a few strides his way, towering over where Jensen sat. “You threw a fit the second I stepped into that room without using any critical thinking skills you aviators claim to have in the heat of the moment.”

“She told me she wasn’t seeing anyone! Come to find out that that’s—“ Jake didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Jensen intervened that train of thought.

“She’s not! You’re wife fucking love’s you!! She kept her prognosis from you because she was so scared you didn’t love her back enough to fucking care! And you’re hung up on the idea she’s seeing someone? Me!?” Jensen scoffed as he stood, the few strides he took towards Jake were made with intent behind every single one. Enough to have Jake stumbling back every so slightly. “Here’s a concept for you man.” Jensen pressed his index finger into Jake’s sternum. “Maybe, just maybe, if I was sleeping with your wife, she’d remember her worth.”

“You really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jake sighed, there was no way he was entertaining this delusion any more than he already had. “I think you should leave.” The idea of you being with another man sent Jake into a blind rage of jealousy that saw no reason. But at the end of the day, he was the one who walked out on you. He’d strayed too far from your hospital room and couldn’t see your bed socks anymore.

Fuck….

“Maybe, maybe I should—“ Jensen agreed. “And hell I don’t even know you at all, but from what I’ve managed to piece together? it’s that you're a crap husband who doesn’t have the emotional capacity to handle the fact his wife could lose this battle.” Jensen retaliated with a stone cold expression. “But something I do know is that no amount of prayer or candles or begging will reverse time, so put your ego side and focus on the fact your wife needs you now more than ever before and if you leave her side the way you did today ever again, trust me when I say you’ll regret it every day of your life.”

“Y/n isn’t dying—“ Much like Jensen was taking his fear of the unknown out on Jake, Jake was just about ready to let loose on the guy who was picking apart his very character. Sure, Jake recognised he wasn’t the best husband, but he also knew you weren’t dying. Not right now, not while he wasn’t by your side.

“I wasn’t either, but as it turns out we all have an expiry date.” Jensen replied. The atmosphere and energy surrounding the two men who were going head to head suddenly shifted. “Some sooner than others, but we all have one, and when yours is up yours is up and there ain't nothing you can do you extend it.”

“You’re—“ Jake couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“A walking corpse.” Jensen finished the sentence he knew Jake was trying to speak into existence. Although he didn’t care to beat around the bush. “So trust me when I tell you that wishful thinking does shit when your body decides it’s had enough.”

“Does Y/n know?” Jake's first worry was how this news, how this detrimental turn of events, would affect you. His heart forgot how to beat inside his chest when he watched Jensen shake his head in response.

“She needs to focus on her own journey, and before I go I need to make sure she has a support system because for a while there I was all she seemed to have.” Jensen explained. There it was, the truth of the matter.

Jake saw it clear as day, the care, the worry, the intention to make sure you had someone there for you because Jensen wasn’t going to be there anymore. You may not have slept with the guy standing before Jake but if Jake knew anything, it was the look of a man who was unequivocally in love with you. He saw his own reflection of Jensen's eyes.

“Go back, apologies, and you fix your marriage man because that woman? That electrifying woman who sees the good in everything doesn’t deserve to go through this alone—and you turning your back on her the second someone made things a little difficult for you isn’t a good representation of the husband she deserves.”

“You love her, don’t you?” Jake asked as he took a second to truly take in Jensens whole argument. The world seemed to go on around them, with doctors and nurses carrying out their daily duties and rounds. Family members walking to and from rooms visiting loved ones. But for Jake and Jensen? The world stopped when it came to you. “You’re in love with my wife, say it.” Jake couldn’t hide the pain in his voice. “Tell me you love her, then this all makes sense.”

“Maybe—“ Jensen tried to play his love for you down into something that was just a social construct. “Maybe I love her, but I don’t get a chance to explore that, you do though.” Jensen was truly trying to hide the pain in his eyes, but Jake could see it all too easily. Jensen knew that. “So if not for yourself, for her, pull your head out of your ass man—“

“I never stopped loving her though.” Jake sighed out in frustration as he sat down on one of the plastic hospital chairs that lined the hallway. Jensen followed soon after, both men decided that the heat of the argument was settling into something more valuable. “I just—I lost sight of what I had.”

“That’s just not a good enough excuse.” Jensen replied as he let his head fall back against the wall. “Listen, I don’t plan on coming back after I leave today.”

Jake didn’t respond, he simply waited for Jensen to explain. But the explanation never came and Jake never pressed. If anything he was kind of relieved in a selfish way.

“If you truly want to fix what’s broken, if you really want to fight for her and be by her side when she needs you the most, you’ll get up and you’ll go back in there and you’ll be the guy who gets to hold her like no one else does.” Jensen pauses momentarily before he continued on. “Because there’s better guys out there Jake, and she shouldn’t have to settle for one who doesn’t appreciate what’s right under his damn nose.”

“Is this your way of telling me you’re a better man than me?” Jake asked cautiously, a part of him didn’t want the answer to be yes. But Jake needed to know what the man sitting beside him truly thought. You saw something good inside him, inside both of them.

“I’m not a better man than you Jake—“ Jensen sighed as he stood from his chair. It was getting late, he had said his peace, he had put the fear for a dying man inside Jake Seresin. There wasn’t much more Jensen could contribute to your life besides what he had already given.

“I’m just a man who’s run out of time and has nothing left to lose.”

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_ HEAT OF THE MOMENT (AU masterlist)

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FEATURED PAIRINGS — Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Reader / Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Reader / Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Reader / Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Reader / Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Reader / Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Reader / Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Reader / Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reader AU INTRO — The local fire department, the famous and beloved Station 616, is just teeming with eligible bachelors... but not for long! Summers are for falling in love, after all.

CONTENTS AND WARNINGS — Modern AU, firefighter AU, crossover fic, language, fluff, mild angst, sexual content (ranging from mild to explicit), rom-com vibes, no use of y/n, each character gets their own Reader (not a poly fic), playboy tendencies, age gap, friends to lovers, workplace romances, enemies to lovers, allusions to divorce/troubled marriages, and possibly more as the stories are written.

NOTE — Each story is a three-part miniseries and can be read as standalones. I do not currently have any plans to write any more than what’s listed, but I will never say never. There is also no release schedule; I will post at my own leisure so please refrain from asking, thank you!

LAST UPDATED: March 31, 2024 STATUS: Coming Soon

PLAYING WITH FIRE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Photographer f!Reader

Ari is the dedicated fire chief of Station 616 who runs the show with an iron fist and a heart of gold, but the one thing he can’t seem to get a handle on is his personal life—until the Station is partnered up with a new bright-eyed photographer for this year’s charity calendar photoshoot. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

MOTH TO A FLAME _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Firefighter f!Reader

There are strict rules to be followed in life, otherwise the world would descend to chaos, right? You insist on never dating a coworker, while Bucky insists on not dating at all. Well, fortunately for the both of you, everyone knows rules are made to be broken. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

FIRE AND WHISKEY _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Bartender f!Reader

It’s tradition that the entire squad heads down to the same local hole in the wall for any occasion, no matter what it is, okay? It has absolutely nothing to do with Jensen’s insanely obvious crush on the badass bartender, capeesh? Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

COMIN’ IN HOT _ ╰┈➤ ft. Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Volunteer f!Reader

At just 5’4” and 95 pounds soaking wet, Steve is the scrawniest yet the most determined member of the 616 team. Often underestimated, he finds solace in a budding relationship with the part-time volunteer at the firehouse, who seems to see right through his physical appearance. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

BURNING UP _ ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Business Owner f!Reader

You are horrified when you head to work one day only to discover that your precious store has gone up in flames. And if that isn’t already terrible enough, it seems the crabby, unsmiling fire marshal assigned to your case is already convinced that you’re guilty of arson. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HEAT WAVE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Environmentalist f!Reader

Loki, the enigmatic and secretly sensitive member of the team, is dispatched to a scene across town, he’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Imagine his surprise when he finds a woman from his past, chained to a tree, and leading an environmental protest that is quickly getting out of hand. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WARM BEDS _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Teacher f!Reader

Lloyd doesn’t actually like teaching fire safety to snot-nosed brats, but he loves going on the prowl for his next one night stand with the single moms, teachers, and school administrators… until he meets his match in a new no-nonsense teacher, who remains frustratingly unimpressed in the face of his uniform and charm. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HOT-BLOODED _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Grad Student f!Reader

You’re usually very level-headed, okay? You’re not usually the type to get into scrapes like this. All you wanted was a tiny bit of revenge on your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend… you didn’t expect your rage to get the better of you, nor did you expect the fire you set to his car to get so out of control. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WORLD ON FIRE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reporter f!Reader

Rumours begin to swirl around Station 616, calling into question the integrity of the fire department’s hiring policies. But when you meet Pietro Maximoff, the firefighter at the centre of all the controversy, suddenly the price of a potentially career-making story is no longer one you’re willing to pay. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

NOTES — I cannot wait to share these with you!!! 🥰

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The assistant (9) - Revenge for champions

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, Steve Rogers being annoying, arguments

The assistant masterlist

The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers

That bastard is still out there. He’s lurking,” Lloyd grumbles angrily. “Let me get the big guns out. I’ll kill him with one precise blow to his ugly face.”

“Lloyd we talked about this. We won’t kill Captain America,” Andy tuts. He checks on the security cameras again.

“But the thought is nice—” Lloyd flashes his brother a smirk. “Right? Don’t you want to lose control sometimes and just punch the asshole?”

“You’ll only break your hand,” you grab Lloyd’s hand before he can punch an invisible enemy. “We talked about this. Let me handle my former boss. He’s stubborn but will lose interest soon enough.”

“I don’t think he will leave anytime soon,” Ari looks out of the window to keep an eye on Steve. He’s sitting in front of the gate, pouting like an angry child.

“Fine,” you huff. “He leaves me no choice.” You get your phone out to call someone to get Steve off your friends’ property. “I hate getting him involved, but this can’t be helped.”

“Gentlemen,” Tony watches you and the brothers step out of the mansion. He grins and licks his lips at Steve’s reaction. The captain barks orders at your friends, ready to take the gate down.

“Mr. Stark, thank you for coming,” you usher the brothers toward the gate. “I didn’t know what else to do. The captain won’t believe me that I stay at my friends’ place on free terms.”

Tony flashes you a smile. He’s still disappointed that you didn’t want to work for him but understands that you needed space and tried to start a new life, with a new job.

“Anything for you, darling,” he gives you a curt nod before turning his attention toward Steve. “Cap, we should go now. Here’s nothing for us to do.”

“Tony, they are holding Y/N hostage,” Steve points at you standing next to the brothers. Ari, Lloyd, and Curtis immediately crowd you. “See, they won’t let her breathe. I can only imagine what they have done to her since she came here.”

“OH, yeah,” Tony smirks at his friend. “She looks very displeased.” He quirks a brow.

“See—” Steve nods. “You can see it too!”

“Steve, I tried to be sarcastic. Y/N is glowing and looks happy. We should leave her and her friends alone.”

“No! I won’t leave her to these vultures wanting to take advantage of her kindness and innocence. I have to save her!”

“Ah,” the cocky billionaire nods thoughtfully. “I think we are having a Snow White situation here.” Tony smirks at his friend.

“What do you mean, asshat?” Lloyd grunts, ready to fight Iron Man and Captain America if he must.

“Seven guys longing for one woman?” Tony snickers. “Six brothers and one Captain trying to win the beautiful princess’s heart over.”

“I understand that reference, but I’m not a dwarf, Tony,” Steve grunts. “If she’s Snow White, then I’m the Prince Charming!” He points at the brother. “And these men are not friendly dwarfs but criminals and kidnappers.”

“Hey! I’m not a dwarf either, Iron Bucket,” Lloyd angrily glares at Tony. “I know you were always good to Y/N, but I won’t let you get away with insulting me…or my brothers.”

“Wait! I think Snow White got seven dwarfs, right?” Mike throws in. He furrows his brows, struggling to remember the fairytale their mother used to read to him. “We are only six.”

“This makes Captain asshole the seventh dwarf,” Curtis laughs loudly. “I think he’s the one they called Dopey. He doesn’t understand the simplest things.”

“I’ll free Y/N!” Steve points his index finger at Curtis. “You won’t hurt her on my watch.”

“Hurt her?” Jake has had enough. He steps toward the gate, hands wrapping around the bars. Jake sneers at Steve and grits his teeth. “The only person hurting her was you! She lost her job, the one she loved because you wanted to stick your dick into that stupid bitch’s snatch. What a man you are. Ordering food for everyone but the sweet woman saving your ungrateful ass every day.”

“You know nothing about me and Y/N!” Steve angrily replies. “I-I made mistakes but tried to apologize. When I came to her home, she was gone. Kidnapped by you and your brothers!”

“We didn’t kidnap her! Y/N is my friend. She came to my café to tell me about all the shit you pulled on her. Day after day she worked her cute ass off to make your life easier. Was it too much to ask for that you gave her a little respect and paid for her fucking lunch?” Jake kicks the bars. “I swear, you’re lucky the gate is in between us. If not, you’d be dog food.”

“Whoa, Jakie,” Lloyd places his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Freaking out and threatening people to kill them is my job. How about you bring Y/N back inside and leave this job to me and Ari.”

“She stands right behind you, Lloyd,” you grunt and slap Lloyd’s ass. “I can speak for myself.” You step next to Jake to look Steve in the eyes. “Listen, I know you believe what you are doing is the right thing, but you couldn’t be more wrong. These men are my friends. Jake is my friend and he’d never hurt me. Please just leave.”

“But they—” Steve points at Lloyd. “I don’t trust them. I know you are kind and believe people are always good, but there are bad people out there, who wanting to take advantage of a pretty girl like you. I can’t let them do this to you.”

“My friends won’t harm me in any way,” you purse your lips. “I’m not like Sandy, a damsel in distress. I don’t look tough like Agent Romanoff, but I know how to defend myself.”

“She can defend herself,” Ari places his hand on your shoulder, “but she doesn’t have to. We are here to defend her and her honor. So, if you’d kindly fuck off now, we want to have dinner with our lovely Y/N.”

“Tony, don’t you have anything to say?” Steve despairs. He can see the determination in your eyes and can only hope you are not wrong. He’d never forgive himself if these men take advantage of you. “Do something!”

“Alright,” Tony claps his hands. “I got enough of this, kiddos. I’m too old for this shit.” He says. “Even though, Capsicle is older than me.”

“Tony!”

“How about you let Steve stay for the night? He promises to behave, and you promise to let him have a look at Y/N’s room.”

“He can have a look at my ass before I let him inside my home!” Lloyd points at his ass.

“Uh-I don’t know,” Mike murmurs. “If he can have a look around the house and sees that we are treating Y/N with respect, he’ll leave us alone.”

“I hate to say it, but Mike ain’t wrong,” Andy throws in. “He won’t leave and I’m not much into getting spied on. Having Captain America lurk around your house is bad for our reputation. People will start asking questions.”

Steve watches the brothers and you discuss Tony’s suggestion. He uses his enhanced hearing to listen to your heartbeat. Your heart beats normally. You’re not afraid at the moment, but he’s still not convinced that you are not in danger.

“Fine by me.” Steve finally says.

“The shield stays outside,” Lloyd points at Steve’s shield. “…and you won’t set foot into our home wearing your ugly suit. Civilian clothes, no shield.”

“He’ll follow your rules and leave your house, tomorrow morning,” Tony stretches his hand out. “I give you my word, Mr. Hansen.”

“I’ll keep you up on that promise,” Lloyd grabs Tony’s hand. He squeezes hard, making sure Tony knows the man in front of him isn’t afraid of Iron Man at all. “If you break it…well…you don’t want to know what happens if you fuck with Lloyd Hansen.”

“Revenge for champions will happen,” Ari grunts. He points at Tony. “You better keep your buddy in line. If not, I’ll release the beast.”

“…I’m the beast,” Lloyd smirks darkly. “I love letting hellfire rain down on my enemies. Especially when I can defend our sweet Y/N…”

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For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in September. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💧 Time After Time (series) by @intrepidacious

🔥😈 Devour (series) by @buckets-and-trees

💧💗🔥 Secret Door (series) by @buckyownsmylife

😈🔥 A Stranger Arrives by @witchywithwhiskey

💗 Rained Out by @mindingmyownbusiness

💧💗 Blood Sweat and Tears by @treatbuckywkisses

🔥 Dirty Little Secret by @vellicore

💗 Don’t Tell Bucky by @lives-in-midgard

💗 Hypothetically Speaking by @littleseasiren

🔥 Distracted by @sunshinebuckybarnes

💗 Screen Lesson by @vilentia

💗 Post apocalyptic Bucky by @fluffyprettykitty

💧💗🔥 Replace Me by @fandoms-writings

💗🔥 Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista

🔥 Impure Thoughts Part One | Part Two by @samodivaa

💗 Imagine calling Bucky while he’s at work by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Steve Rogers

💗 Tall and Two Sugars by @sarahghetti

💗 The Moment He Knew by @/sunshinebuckybarnes

💧 imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

💧💗 He Comes Back by @imtryingbuck

💧💗 Handsome Stranger by @/lives-in-midgard

🔥 Can’t Wait That Long by @worksby-d

Sam Wilson

🔥 Touch Me by @galatially

💗 Contentment by @/fluffyprettykitty

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shamrockqueen · 7 months

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Grizzly: Chapter 6

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake

Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, Sexual contact,

Word count :

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Summary: Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon not one, not two, but three alpha brothers, marking each day more dangerous than the last.

Curtis hadn’t spoken since the night prior. There seemed to be many times that he’d try to talk, only to swallow the words back down as he stared out towards the sterile hospital hallway. Brow furrowed and teeth tight, he just stared.

Jake tried in vain to coax something out of his brother. The confession from the previous night left the young man shaken and confused. He would never have imagined his brother capable of something so horrible, and he still fought to think that maybe Curtis didn’t remember everything correctly. Yet, the unnerving presence of the strange omega left him fearful that Curtis was telling the truth.

Eventually, their stay in the hospital would have to end. The staff insisted on further observation, but Jake knew from the darkening circles under his brother’s eyes that being far from his Omega was making the older man slowly deteriorate. So, the two reluctantly refused to stay any longer and loaded back into the car, this time with Curtis in the front passenger seat beside his younger brother.

What awaited them at the cabin was stomach-churning, yet it mirrored the scene that Andy and Jake had found themselves in the day prior. Only much more somber.

Jakes pulled back onto the road but hadn’t been driving for very long before turning off towards a small pharmacy. The hospital agreed to send some meds over when Curtis had been hastily trying to leave without further treatment. The nurse told Jake where to collect the suppressants and pain pills, pointing out a little mom-and-pop shop up the road.

Curtis eyed his brother upon their immediate stop, but Jake assured him that “I just gotta grab a few things; we’ll be back on the road soon.”

The older man didn’t answer with words, only a brief nod before turning his head towards the window to look out at the road. Curtis’s mind was elsewhere like it was before, and Jake feared that he was losing him again.

The exchange was quick. The little old beta at the counter sensed something was off the moment he stepped into the store and got him the needed prescriptions as soon as he gave her the patient's name and date of birth.

“Rough week?” She asked as he rang up the order. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Jake answered back with a twang of pain in his voice.

Jake grabbed the bag and left quickly before dropping back into the passenger seat and digging the medicine out of the bag for his brother, along with some water he bought alongside it.

“Can you please take the medicine? Curtis?” Jake asked shakily. It almost felt like his brother couldn’t hear anymore, like his voice just couldn’t reach whatever void the older man’s mind was locked into.

Curtis didn’t even look towards his brother as he grabbed the vile of pills from his open hand and the water from the other. The meds were downed quickly and silently before he handed them back. He met his younger brother’s gaze only briefly, but even in a split second, Jake had to search his brother's eyes. Yet all he found was a deep edge of despair.

Curtis' gaze shifts away again. He chooses instead to stare out at the road as Jake pulls back onto it and leads them towards the cabin. It would be a while until they reached the once beloved vacation destination, but something in the bottom of Jake's stomach told him something would be off once they arrived, and he wouldn’t be wrong.

You were still in Andy’s arms when the roar of an engine alerted him to their arrival. The crunch of the tires over icy gravel signaled the crumbling of this little bubble of heat he had shared with you.

Jake stepped out of the car first as Curtis stared out at the front door. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as a chill overtook his body, making his joints ache as he fought off the urge to burst out of the car and towards the cabin.

Jake smelled it as soon as he got to the door, his hand barely grazing the brass handle. It made his stomach twist, and the sting of bile rose up his throat. He turned back to the car, his breath a heavy cloud in the cold air as he shouted to the older man.

“Stay there!”

Curtis stopped, leaving the door of the car half open with one boot on the icy ground.

A smell lingered in the air from the closed door. God only knows how potent it would be inside the house. It was a familiar sensation with the omega scent lurking heavily, but this time it was coupled with a different alpha musk.

Jake watched as his brother started to sniff at the air as panic filled his eyes. His fingers dug into the side of the car door as he had to hold himself up while his eyes circled around the surrounding woods.

A heavier cloud of the mixed scents billowed out as the door cracked open. Andy’s face broke through the dark interior as his body slipped past the small opening he’d made. His skin was an odd shade of gray-pink, his short blonde hair was messy, and his beard was still tinted red from the blood that had dried into it. Finally around his hand was a dirty bandage from the now-unseen cut he’d caused after smashing that glass in his fist—a moment of both great strength and extreme weakness.

Curtis felt dizzy from just the sight of the older man and the thick smell of his omega tainted with that of his own brother.

“What the fuck did you do?” Curtis’ voice was broken and heavy with the sorrowful realization of what had happened, but something in him didn’t want to believe it.

Curtis’s feet were heavy as he lifted them along the icy gravel road, closer to Andy.

“What..did you do..?”

“Curtis, don’t.” Jake tried to grab onto his brother’s coat as he slowly approached Andy.

Jake walked behind Curtis, knowing he’d have to lunge at the already injured man if he were to become feral again. His last utterance to this sad exchange would be “Oh my God,” mostly spoken to himself as he processed the unfathomable.

The closer Curtis gets, the louder he speaks next. “What did..you..do..?”

The tears brimmed up in Andy’s already red eyes as Curtis drew slowly closer and screamed, “What have you done?!”

Andy’s voice was like dragged gravel as he finally answered “something terrible,” and Curtis winced.

There was no fight left in either of the men; they were simply too drained. Curtis suffered from a combination of his concussion and being pulled away from you as the bond between you and him was twisted. For Andy, it was from giving you so much of himself for the last day and a half.

Curtis only grips the sleeves of his brother's shirt as he breaks, finally shattering as the weight of what has become of this whole ordeal finally crushes him. His grip loosens and he falls to his knees, and Andy follows, trying to comfort the man he’d hurt as silent tears trail over his cheeks to get lost in his filthy beard.

Andy is and has always been a level-headed man, and now, as the hormones finally leached out of his body through his bare feet and pressed to the icy ground, he held his brother tightly.

Yet, even with all the suppressants in Curtis’s system, something inside of him surges. In the next second, his thick hands are circling around his brother’s throat.

“Curtis!!” Jake leapt at the two of them in the hopes of prying one man’s hands off the other man’s neck. He dug his nails into his brother’s wrists as he tried to pull them apart until finally one of the hands budged apart, and Jake was able to hand the other one off before pushing Curtis back.

Andy hadn’t lifted a finger to fight back; he only resigned himself to his well-deserved punishment before the younger man was able to free him.

Curtis was pushed back up onto his feet, and Andy sat there on his knees as they were still pressed into the snow.

Jake held him by his wide shoulders, trying to talk a little sense into his brother. “Don’t do something you’ll regret."

Curtis had to fight to catch his breath as he gritted his teeth. He looked out to Andy with a dimming bloom of rage before looking back at Jake and proclaiming, “I-I need some air,” before shaking his brother’s hands off of his shoulders and backing away.

Jake dropped down to pick Andy up off the ground before the ice could cut into his skin. “C’mon, get up.” He kept an eye out for Curtis as he watched him lumber out towards his truck.

Andy struggled to his feet as his youngest brother pulled him towards the cabin, dragging him through the open door before depositing him onto a chair in the kitchen to assess the terrible state Andy was left in.

“Wha-what the fuck happened?" Jake’s voice was almost shaking as he fought to keep his composure. “You look at absolute shit."

Andy gave a weak and coarse “I know."

“What were you thinking?" Jake racked his fingers through the dulled spikes in his frosted hair, hoping to shake off a building headache. It didn't take much to realize what had happened, especially while the combined scents were clouding the entire space around them.

Andy opened his mouth as if to speak, only to take a deep breath and ends it with a heavy sigh.

"You're still bonded, for fucks sake. This shouldn’t have affected you.” Jake truly couldn’t understand how his brother’s stonelike nerves broke so easily.

“There’s no bond left between Laurie and I.” The words from Andy’s cracked lips nearly punched the air out of Jake as they hit his ears.

Jake looked at Andy with a sick twist in his stomach before asking, “What do you mean?”

“She’s been wearing a new mark for almost half a year now.” Andy spoke with an unnerving little emotion as he opened a dark chapter of his life to his little brother.

“Oh fuck, I-I didn’t know."

“That’s because I didn’t tell you."

Jake huffed out with an air of frustration, “Good to see you can always call on your family for help.”

“It’s not like that. The divorce was already messy, and it was embarrassing enough.” “There just wasn’t a good time to talk about it. It definitely doesn’t feel like a good time to talk about it right now.

“Fair enough, I don’t even know how it came to this.”

“She must have broken into the cabin when her heat started to hit her. That’s how Curtis must have found her.”

“What, why?” Jake's eyes widened as they fixed back into Andy’s expressionless face.

“Her shit was in garbage bags; she was probably homeless.” Andy spoke so dryly that it almost gave his brother a stomach ache as he listened.

Jake winced at the thought that she must have stumbled upon the cabin, trying to get out of the snow, only to find herself caught in the teeth of not one but two alphas.

Andy got up from his chair before tossing open a nearby cupboard and rifling through the old bottles of medicine that sat inside.

“What are you doing?” Jake said as he looked up at his brother.

“Looking for some sleeping pills.” Andy spoke dryly as he continued rummaging around.

"What? Don’t take anything out of there. It all has to be expired by now.”

“I don’t care, Jake. I have to turn this off.”

“She’s buzzing around in the back of my head, and I can’t get it out.” Andy’s voice was low and broken as he pressed his wounded palm to his forehead to quell some of the building pain in his brain.

“This is insane.” Jake spoke more to the air than to his brother, but Andy answered anyway. “You don’t know what it’s like, so you wouldn’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t understand…I’m an Alpha too, and I haven’t lost my fucking mind.” Jake's blood began to simmer under his skin, making it feel like a slight itch along his neck and arms.

“It’s more than that!” Andy raised his voice at the younger Alpha. “I can feel her pain. Every throb and pulse in her body echoes in my head. I’m sure it did the same to Curtis, and it’s killing him right now.”

“I don’t know how to help you two anymore.” Jake couldn’t help the crack in his voice as he spoke while staring into the scratched grain of the table. “Not you, not Curtis. I can’t help anyone anymore.”

Andy finds the plastic bottle he had been looking for and rattles it by his ear. He dumped the contents into his hand to find there were only two pills left.

“You can still help Curtis.” Andy said as he rolled the pills between his fingers.

Jake looked up from the table before asking, “How?”

“You can put him to sleep. That way, she’ll only haunt his dreams.” Andy said as he eyed the two pills.

Jake twisted his head away from the sight of it. “I am not giving him old pills. It could make him sick. HELL, it could make you sick.”

“Then I will.” And with that, Andy walked out of the kitchen, leaving his younger brother behind to hang on to his last words. Andy made it past the front door and padded towards Curtis’ truck in his still-bare feet.

Curtis was already watching him from the window, and before Andy could make it all the way there, he pushed out of the truck and closed the gap between them himself.

He held the pill out wordlessly, leaving his brother to just stare at it.

“I already took suppressants.” Curtis regarded him as he stared down at the chalky wire pills.

“It’s not a suppressant.” Andy answered back.

“Then what is it?” Curtis spoke lowly, already exhausted but unable to find enough peace for sleep.

“It will make sleep easier.” Andy looked at his brother with actual sincerity. Something in these men had broken beyond repair, but together they were still connected, and they still cared for one another.

Curtis took the pill between his thumb and pointer finger, only to just look at the chunky tablet. He looked back at his brother, then the cabin, letting his vision cloud over with fresh tears. It made the bile well up in Andy’s throat before Curtis finally put the pill between his teeth.

He grabbed at an old bottle of water in the cup holder, still half full with now-stale water. He unscrewed the cap and took a chug from the bottle, sending the pill to the bottom of his stomach.

Curtis sat back in the truck, averting his eyes from Andy, as an air of silence widened the gap between them before Andy finally turned away from his brother and walked back to the house.

He glanced at Jake’s back as the younger man buried his face in his hands before walking past the kitchen towards one of the bedrooms. The master bedroom was to his right, and just further ahead was the old kid's room. You were still on the floor of the master bedroom, tucked up in a nest of blankets, and a souring look was spreading along your sleeping face.

Andy broke through the threshold before kneeling down next to you slowly. He arched his back and ducked his head towards you until his warm lips pressed against your forehead and your muscles seemed to relax.

It was the last he could do for you before standing back up and leaving you there on the floor. He did look back for a second and turn away from you again.

His pill was still tightly held in his fist until he brought it between two of his fingers. He opened his mouth, placed the chalky tablet on his tongue, and swallowed it back dry.

The rest of the night was quiet. Curtis resigned to sleeping in his truck; Andy took the old kids room, and you were still hidden in the master bedroom. Jake was left alone and awake as his brothers fought off odd dreams.

Jake was left slumped forward in the dining chair, his face having dropped into his hands as he tried to hold in his blooming sorrow. He fought it off hard, harder than he ever thought he’d have to. But, he couldn’t fight it anymore, and he finally broke.

Just like the small reprieve he allowed himself some months ago after he watched them close his father’s casket, he cried into his cupped hands and whimpered silently. He hadn’t bothered to take his glasses off, instead pushing them up his face with his fingers so as not to get them too dirty.

He didn’t know that this would have any affect on you, but as his scent twisted with grief, it didn’t fail to reach your room and make your body shutter awake. Something in your chest aches as your limbs twitch with a renewed liveliness. You're groggy but oddly more cognitive. You're floating on a thick cloud of heat as the still world around you moves in slow motion.

You feel over your neck, but don’t panic at the feeling of the two bites. Your mind still hasn’t returned. Your body can only be piloted by your inner omega, and she revels at the sting of each bite as you press your fingers into your skin.

The second bite didn’t leave and started to scab over a little like the first one did. Each one of them aches as you feel them over with the tips of your fingers. But, something was off, something in the air souring the semi-familiar scent you’d grown accustomed to.

You hear it too, his sorrow, his pain. It rings in your ears from the small noises of defeat that leave his lips. He just couldn’t stop himself from finally letting it all out.

You lean up from the nest of blankets and pillows you had wrapped yourself in on the floor of the master bedroom. You let the sheets fall from your bare body before grabbing a single blanket to drag with you. Better to seal in the warmth of your heat as it simmers lowly under your cold skin.

You follow the familiar path from the bedroom out into the den, and you turn your head towards the open kitchen and scent the air.

Yours gets more intense from the sight of your alpha in pain, making him shake as it permeates his mind without him realizing it. He would have assumed it was from the tears that flooded from his eyes as your impending presence stole the breath from his very lungs.

Yes, you. Lingering not far behind, your own heart cracked from the billowing scent of pain and anguish that clouded around what you perceived again as your alpha.

Your alpha was in pain. Emotional turmoil souring his otherwise sweet smell. It did seem sweeter than normal, but a heavy heart weighed it down.

You knew he needed your scent and your body to settle his mind. You were a good omega.

He hadn’t heard your footsteps, but as your hands found his shoulders, dragging your nails along his half-buttoned flannel. His body goes stiff as a small gasp escapes his throat. The rush of lavender and orange drops off your skin to cloud the air around him.

Your omega scent floods his nose and melts the hurt that had been burning the back of his throat. Your fingers slide along his neck to slip under his chin, bringing his head up to look at you for the first time.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He just sat stalk, still fighting for air as the heat of your hands burned through his skin.

The blanket slips away from your body as you circle his chair before bending towards him, pressing your lips against his tear-stained cheeks, and kissing them clean.

You slipped your lips further along his face before you moved them over his. It left him mezmorized, drowning in warm lavender and citrus.

His mind begins to melt from the hot assault of your tongue slipping over his, drowning him in your thick pheromones. It sets his body on fire, as if he’ll burn right through his clothes. It awakened something inside of him, something that rumbled beneath the surface of his skin and had once been completely dormant.

He didn’t notice your nimble fingers burrowing their way into his clothes and skillfully peeling them off of his chest and arms, just one button at a time. A whisper of the word “Alpha” left your tongue once you pulled it away from his lips.

The moment Jake heard it, his body went rigid once again. His muscles clenched and tightened as his mind became a buzz of emotion. But, you were there to help his Alpha meld with your Omega.

You wanted his tears to dry from the mere touch of your body and his worries to become distant memories.

You slip around his chair as the sweat builds along his neck and his pupils overtake his pale blue eyes.

He doesn’t stop you from seating yourself on his lap with your legs on either side of his, letting you press your warm skin along his face and neck, spreading your thick scent all over him. He doesn’t fight it when you drag your nail through the zipper of his jeans to dip your hand into his boxers and unsheathe his cock.

No, not until you're angling yourself above him, letting the head of his swollen cock catch along your folds until it breaches your slick warm opening. Only then did he finally stir, shaking the spell you’d put him under for just a second, and making him struggle beneath you.

“…’mega..s-stop.” His voice was weak as he tried to fight both you and an inner strength threatening to burst out of him the further your cunt sheathed his cock.

“Let me..help you…Alpha.” You breathed the words into his skin before dragging your teeth along his neck. It was the new trigger he needed to make him buck his hips up in unison with yours.

His hands finally dared to touch your skin, pressing his fingers painfully into the soft, round globes of your ass before dragging his nails along your thighs.

The slide of his cock along your tightening inner walls made him into a melted putty in your embrace. You took his pain and ate at it, using it as fuel for the fire in your belly to burn the both of you.

You nuzzled into his neck and shoulder as your hips raised and dropped with the pulls of his hands, leaving a slap of skin to run through the air. His thrusts met yours, building and building to surpass your own movements.

It’s like his body is moving upon the will of a much more wild spirit, propelling him to spear up into your core to tear through your body. Your body bends in his tight hold as you snake your fingers along the back of his head to press his face against your hot skin.

He didn’t have to be himself; he didn’t have to carry any burdens; he only had to be the Alpha right now. You, as his omega, would twist around him as your core fluttered and the tip of his cock stirred deeply within you.

Your mingled scents and sounds filled the small cabin, only to be shut out by the other two sleeping Alphas, who had been dragged down into their shared nightmare. All as you dragged the younger Alpha into your heat.

The solid mass of his building knot catches and tugs at the opening of your core as you slam your body down onto it until it’s forced deep inside with an almost literal pop. It was the first time for him all over again, and he was drowning. His arms were tight around you as his seed was pumped into your stretched core, and his nose left your hair as his teeth finally came down against your neck. His full teeth tore through your skin in a single second before licking his jaw over the wound as blood started to trickle down between you two.

His knot throbbed almost painfully as your omega cunt squeezed and throbbed around his cock. He’s panting, struggling to breathe through his teeth as the taste of thick iron floods over his tongue.

Tonight, you will be bitten for the last time, and as he pulls away, his vision is blurred with the sweet sight of your body. His glasses were pressed up over his eyes towards his forehead, leaving the sight of the blood dripping from your neck and down your chest as just a mess of red.

It was chaos in a cup on the verge of overflowing, but his cares seemed to fade as his senses shut down. He was fully drained by you, but you left him with a renewed sense of bliss that finally let him find a restful sleep once you’d helped him out of the chair to lay out on the cool floor.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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I saw this tweet and instantly thought I need a man to make that come true. lmfao. What if this being something Chris would do while reader is cooking up Thanksgiving? 😝😝 HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

*Also sorry it scars anyone’s inner child. Twitter is too out of pocket these days.

hi! I didn't get a response from you, so I changed it to jake! I'm sorry it took so long! happy belated thanksgiving.

warning - smut, oral sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Jake walked into the kitchen, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as they landed on your ass, peeking out from beneath his shirt. Jake feels giddy inside as he sneaks closer, his hands out in front of him in a grabby motion. When Jake gets close enough, he quickly drops to his knees. His tongue poked out, mouth-watering, when he noticed you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

He launches forward, mouth attached to your cunt as he begins to lick and suck. “What the–” You moan, leaning forward and gripping the knife in your hand tightly. “Jake, oh god!” He continues to lap at your hole, drinking in your juices as he eats you out. His hands roughly squeeze your ass.

Jake pulls away for a second. “Mm, this is the best thanksgiving I’ve ever had.” He lunges forward again, feasting on your cunt. Little moans of pleasure escape him. Jake drinks you in, enjoying the sounds that leave you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your hand moves to the back of you, running your fingers through Jake’s hair. Soft whimpers escape you as you let go. The feeling of Jake sucking on your clit drives you insane.

thank you for reading!

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cottagecheese1 · 1 year

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What about me?

Summary: You're Ari's girlfriend, but you slowly get replaced by someone who isn't you. Ari thinks this isn't true but figures it out he's wrong after it's too late.

Paring: Ari Levinson x reader x Jake Jensen

tw: literally just Ari being an asshole, fluff

"Sweetheart, you have to let me get dressed."

You pouted, wrapping your arms around Ari's muscular shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck desperately trying to get him to lay in bed with you a little longer.

"But why? can't you stay and cuddle for a little longer..."

Trying to give Ari the most convincing puppy eyes you possibly can, but falling to do so when you see he doesn't even spare you a second glance as he buttons up his baby blue dress shirt.

"No. Sorry baby, I promised Andrea I would meet her for drinks."

You paused for a moment. his just now current sentence throwing you off on so many levels. Who the hell is Andrea? And most importantly, why is she going out for drinks with your boyfriend?

"Who is Andrea, and why are you having drinks with her?"

Ari rolled his eyes annoyingly and looked at you with a scowl.

"Why do you always need to know everything I do. It's really annoying and overbearing."

You got out of bed and furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out how you were being 'annoying and overbearing'. Ari even knew before you guys got into a relationship that you had always been insecure about stuff like that, so it took you a little bit to get comfortable about some of the domestic things he tried to ease you into.

"Me? Annoying and overbearing. You're the one that's going out with another woman and getting drinks with her, and you don't believe that I have the right to ask you why?"

Ari looked at you angrily before putting his pants on and walking out of the bedroom grabbing his wallet before heading towards the front door.

You followed him not wanting him to leave angry with an issue that was not talked about between the two of you.

"is that it? Do you expect me to just sit here and be alright with you drinking with another woman?"

Ari paused and turned around setting his keys on the table beside him.

"yeah, maybe I do expect you to sit there and let me do what I want, it's not like I'm hooking up with random women."

"I trust you Ari I just don't want you doing anything you might regret later."

Ari scoffed

"yea sounds like you trust me a lot right now."

You looked at him like he was crazy, his voice getting louder and louder as he spoke.

"You're So Fucking clingy. Why can't you be more like Andrea!? She's pretty, skinny, I can fuck her better. She's perfect. you'll never be like her!"

As he yelled at you all you could do is cry and think about what he just said to you. Ari cheated on you and he didn't even try and pretend he wasn't.

Once the screaming stopped you looked down at the ground and stopped crying a little.

The minute Ari's words sunk in, you were angry.

"FINE. Go have a great time with Andrea I won't stop you."

You walked into your room and took a couple of boxes out, Walking back into the living room you put them on the table in front of Ari.

"Since you hate me that much you can take yourself and all your things out of MY house by tomorrow goodbye Ari."

Ari looked at you silently and followed you when you went back into the bedroom."

"I didn't mean that Baby, I'm sorry you know I love you"

"No, no you don't Ari don't say that"

You cried silently sitting on the couch with your elbows propped on your legs while your hands cover your eyes.

Ari makes his way over to the couch trying to wrap you in a hug and kiss your forehead. You push him away and stand up still crying.

"don't you dare touch me Ari"

"Please sweetheart we can talk about this-"

"Get out of my house. Please."

Ari attempted to come towards you to hug you once again but, you pushed him away.

"Are you sure I can sta-"

"GET. OUT"

Ari gave you one last guilty glance and made his way toward the door, slowly grabbing his keys on the way out.

2 weeks later

After the fight with Ari, he did come to your house and get his stuff in the mean time he was trying to find some reason why you should forgive him.

Your house was covered in pizza boxes, paper plates, and empty soda cans, along with take out boxes that should've been thrown out weeks ago. What have you done to yourself?

In the two weeks while you were downcasting in self-pity, Ari nonstop sent you multiple texts and calls to which you did not answer, threads of text messages that varied.

'I love you, baby'

'Please take me back'

'I'm sorry about what I said, and it'll never happen again'

'I dumped Andrea. Can we talk now?"

'I'm sorry, my love, please answer'

'U up?'

'You okay, baby?'

'Can I please come over so we can talk about this?'

'I really miss you, sweet girl'

'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Please answer..'

'You're absolutely perfect. I didn't mean anything I said to you, sweetheart'

Along with 98 missed calls from Ari

You couldn't bring yourself to put you in that down spiral of pain again, so you just ignored him.

While you glanced at the messages Ari sent you, you suddenly got this boost to go out to the land of living again.

You got in the shower and washed yourself, got dressed, grabbed your purse, and left your house.

What did you do once you got outside? To the coffee shop, of course, what better way to build your self-esteem back up than to order a coffee and sit down to catch up on some work.

Once you ordered your coffee, you sat down at a two person table and got your computer out waiting for them to call your name.

When you finally got your coffee and yourself settled, you heard the chair across from you creak across the wood floor and a voice that came with it.

"Um, hey, I was wondering if I could get your number?"

The voice across from you peaked your curiosity. You looked up from your computer to see a cute blonde boy with round glasses and an awkward smile on his face.

You smiled back at him, and that made him grin even more. You didn't need Ari anyway when you had this cutie in front of you.

"Whats your name?"

He paused and stumbled over his words a little bit.

"Jake Jensen, I thought you were really pretty and thought maybe I could have any chance of taking you out some time."

The smile on your face couldn't have gotten any wider. You felt like you were in high school again, giggling when your crush looked at you.

"I'm (name), I'd love for you to take me out some time, you're really cute too, so I don't mind that too much either.."

Jake's cheeks tinted pink when you said he was cute to, he was ecstatic that you said yes, very surprised that a pretty girl actually found his geeky persona attractive.

He handed you his phone, and you took it and put your number in his phone. Once you handed him his phone back, he gave you a quick bye and darted out of the front door of the coffee shop.

When you got back home, the first thing you did was take your shoes off along with your bra and change into something more comfortable. You spend the next two hours cleaning your wreck of a house, then you check your phone.

You unlock your phone and see a text from a number you don't recognize, but it can only be one person.

'Hey, it's Jake from the coffee shop. I was wondering when you wanted to meet up sometime?'

You paused for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say.

'Of course, I'm open every day past 3 o'clock, so whatever works for you is ok with me!'

'Does 5:30 on Monday sound alright? Or I'm pretty much free to whenever you want to.'

'Of course 5:30 sounds great, see you then, Jake!'

Wow, you can't believe how excited you are. You immediately go to your room and pick out an outfit for Monday.

On Monday, you forgot how long it's been since you've been on a date because Ari never took you on them. Maybe that's why you were so nervous?

Jake texted you the details about where you where you two were going. you stood in front of your mirror and did your hair and finished up your make-up. You never really felt pretty, but right now, you felt beautiful.

You heard a knock on your door. You hurried to see open it and saw Jake standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a nice dress shirt and pants.

"These are for you."

He handed you the flowers, you smiled and took them

"Thank you so much. You can come inside if you want."

"If that's ok with you"

"I'll put these in some water then we can leave"

He took a deep breath as you turned around to face him, looking up at him.

"Wow, you do look gorgeous"

You went up on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on his cheek, Jake felt himself blushing slightly.

"You also look very handsome"

Jake gave you a chuckle and asked you if you were ready to go. You said yes.

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After the date, Jake drove you back to your house and walked you up to your doorstep. He took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss you, which you greatly accepted. After about a minute of him softly kissing you, you both pulled away from each other.

You gave him one last kiss and looked back up at him sweetly

"I really hope I get to see you again, Jake. You can always come by my house anytime if you ever need anything or wanna hang out sometime"

"Well, I definitely enjoyed tonight, and I do hope I get to see you to some time.. I'll definitely come by sometime, goodnight (name)"

"Goodnight Jake"

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And he didn't lie. Every single day, Jake would come to your house, to say that you guys liked each other was an understatement.

The past few weeks were amazing, and that made you almost completely forget about Ari. So much happened. One thing led to another, and here we are with you and Jake in a happy relationship cuddled up on the couch with your head laying on his chest with his arms tightly secured around you, watching some nerdy TV show that Jake insisted on watching.

What broke the peace was a knock on your front door, Jake pecked your forehead and got up.

"Don't worry, I'll get it, baby"

You groaned, annoyed that your personal pillow is leaving.

Jake opened the door, and before he could say anything, a man that was about the same height as him with dark shoulder-length hair and a beard started a speech

"Sweetheart, I am so sor- who the fuck are you?"

Jake looked at the man with confusion and an annoyed face.

"I'm her boyfriend. Who the hell are you?"

Ari raised his eyebrows, trying to look past the man to find you.

"No. I'm her boyfriend or, well, soon to be once I get her back."

"No your not-"

Jake was cut off by you sleepily wrapping your arms around his waist, peeking around to see who it was. Your eyes widened to see that it was Ari at your front doorstep with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Ari. What are you doing here?"

Ari slightly smiled

"I'm here to apologize, I miss you so much, baby, please can we talk"

Jake looked down at you in confusion

"Is he your ex-boyfriend?"

You looked back up at him

"Yea, and he was also fixing to leave to because he cheated on me and also because I have a new boyfriend which I love very much and he would never do anything to hurt me because he's a sweetheart. Goodbye Ari."

"Wai-"

You were fixing to slam the door when Ari blocked it and opened it

"What about me? you're gonna choose this weirdo over me?"

You paused

"Um yea, he's nice, sweet, gorgeous, funny, smart...the list goes on.."

You slam the door and lock it, ignoring Ari's yelling. You drag Jake back to the couch and kiss him, rubbing your hands over his muscles while he holds your waist. You pull away and sit up on his lap.

"I can show you what else I love about you.."

He smirked and gave you a teasing look, feeling you through his shirt that you were wearing right now.

"Oh yea? Why don't you show me then?"

You made your way between his thighs.

"I'd love to."

A/n- I had this in my drafts for a while it kinda sucks lol but it's definitely something (I did not proofread this at all).

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royalsweetteaa · 1 year

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This is a sad thought but what about a HC where y/n catches the men crying? How will they respond? :(

NOOOO please this will break my heart but I’m kind of craving some angst so…I guess I want my heart broken. What I’m kind of gathering is they were lowkey trying to ‘hide themselves’ from reader while crying so I’ll write their reactions of being caught as they’re high on sad emotions.

Pairing: cevans characters x gf!reader

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom would turn his face away, hoping you hadn’t noticed anything different about him, but he quickly realizes you had seen him and he would let out a shaky sigh. “Fuck,…you weren’t supposed to see me like this..” He says while chuckling, but it’s forced as he’s just feeling very awkward about the situation, on top of his sadness. He hasn’t shown his vulnerability to anyone since he was a child, so it takes a lot to swallow his pride and accept he has been caught, - though he doesn’t mind as much as expected since it’s only you, his girl, who’s witnessing him in such a vulnerable state. He’d still play off relaxed and carefree to cover up his internal breakdown.

Johnny Storm

Johnny would be like a deer in headlights, and deny he was crying, saying something in the lines of; “-I’m fine! Hahah, I’m not crying, I just…I had something in my eye and…” his voice is choked before he can complete his sentence and he swallows a sob as his fake smile fades, facing with the fact that he had been caught being vulnerable. “Shit…this is embarrassing. I’m not supposed to cry,…I..- I’m a hero for fuck’s sake.” He’ll say, more tears spilling than he can wipe off. He isn’t good at hiding his emotions - just like his excitement and pride, his sadness isn’t easy to cover up when it hits hard.

Steve Rogers

Steve wouldn’t intentionally hide his sorrow away from you. It would be more like he had in a moment of thinking while alone started crying as something bugs him, and if you show up while that happens, he’ll be straight up honest about it. “It’s just one of those days…don’t worry about it, my love. I’ll be…I’ll be fine.” Steve explains reassuringly, not wanting to get into the details yet as he’s letting the tears fall. He doesn’t have a shaky nor hoarse voice, - the tears are the only proof he’s in a sad mood. He’s very composed, but that doesn’t level down his sorrow compared to the others.

Jake Jensen

Jake would be embarrassed if caught while shedding tears but he would be the first one to seek your comfort. First thing he would do when he realizes you’re in his presence is to do a double take before he stands up, slowly walks over to you and hugging you tightly, only if you’ll allow him to. “I’m feeling so fucking down and…fuck, I thought I could contain it but I can’t anymore…” He’ll admit, feeling weak but he knows he’s safe being vulnerable with you.

Bryce Langley

Bryce would be defensive once he realizes he’s caught in a moment of his sorrow, but not in a mean way. “Nothing’s wrong,….I want to be alone.” He would simply say, at loss of other words as he feels another layer of emotion beyond sadness; shame. He doesn’t express his unhappiness much, and he’s usually the one to be so upbeat and make people feel better. So when he’s seen like this even in front of his girlfriend for the first time, it’s as if he feels like he’s failed her of keeping that usual positive persona.

Andy Barber & Ari Levinson

Andy and Ari would respond to you catching them crying somewhat similar. They would first take note of your worried face and they would wipe their faces dry as they respond something in the lines of, “Sorry sweetie, don’t mean to worry you. My thoughts are kind of running at the moment and…well, this is a result of that…”, wanting to reassure you there’s no ‘catastrophe’ going on. They’re aware they don’t cry often, and they can imagine your mind wandering when you catch them in such a state. While they only moments ago were feeling upset about something, their concern is moved over to you, which may be the reason why they don’t find themselves crying much anyway. The times they do cry though is when they feel very vulnerable, but not too vulnerable to hide their feelings away from you.

Bonus: You would of course in response of all these comfort them like the good girlfriend you are, and they would appreciate that very much (some probably not in the heat of the moment *cough cough* Ransom & Bryce *cough cough* but in the end they certainly would)!

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

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Everything For You: Part 4

A/N: Some smut in the second half

The oval engagement ring on your finger had shone delicately in the light, the stones set into the platinum ring had sparkled brilliantly with every cusp and mark of brilliance you could have ever imagined. It had been chosen the day before Jake left for the military, the chosen stone and setting perfected for you although there had been no time to ask you, to give it to you, before he had left.

Instead of giving you the ring after you had given your virginity to him the night before he left, Jake held onto it with the intent of asking you later. However, the ties that bound you had also alluded to breaking your connection down to singular threads in your absence of each other, with Jake and yourself taking partners that weren’t suited for either one of you.

Jake having slept with omegas when he was in the army, wherever he was, and you taking toxic and necrotic alpha after alpha only to be mistreated. It was not the treatment you would inflict on anyone and yet you allowed yourself to be related as terribly as you had because you didn’t think you were worthy of Jake himself or the future he would have been able to give you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Her scent was familiar, it was almost like a constant draw that comforted you in a sisterly way.

Throughout the years of you and Jake being separate, she had kept an eye on you. You’d known it was a favour to Jake, to keep a kind of watch over you while he was gone so he could be informed of everything you had done.

Just as Steph had watched over you, she had also promised Jake that unless your life was at risk she wouldn’t intervene with your personal choices. She wouldn’t step in to stop you from doing something because it was your life and your mistakes to make. She knew that whatever happened between you two while you were apart had to be part of the process that would lead to you coming back to each other.

“The ring is..a lot.” You turned it on your finger, feeling the shape of the stone on the underside and the smooth edge digging into your palm as you clenched your hand. “It’s beautiful but I would’ve-“

“I know,” Steph had shrugged and stepped closer to the powder room mirror, nudging you gently as you rest upon the puffed lounge chair in the room, “but you know Jake. Nothing is good enough for you.”

“I’ve been hiding out here for a while, the party’s winding down and I know he’s not going to let me go home.” Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipping end over end the longer you thought about Jake and his ability to get his way out of pure stubbornness.

He was your best friend, he had been your best friend for years. You knew him inside and out, you knew that while so many people looked him over and disregarded him as someone who could take over from his parents, Jake’s tenacity and his stubborn nature would make it almost impossible to fight him on this. Jake was regarded as a dork, a geeky little alpha who liked messing with computers, playing video games and reading more comic books than you could count.

He was regarded as someone who didn’t have the balls or the gumption to take over, and though others had doubted him you hadn’t. You always knew he was a powerful force to be reckoned with, an alpha who would become a stronghold.

Even if that had meant that you were on the receiving end of his stubborn nature.

“Do you want to go home?” Steph raised an eyebrow, eying the doorknob to the powder room that was rattling. “Because if you do-“

“Steph, I’m not-“

“Princess…” Jake’s voice radiated through the wooden barrier, the sing-songy baritone husk making you shiver with anticipation of what was, or could, happen tonight. “Don’t make me break down the door, you know I can.”

“Jake!” Steph had called back with a roll of her eyes and an annoyed scowl. “You break down the door and I guarantee you the ass-kicking of your life!”

There was a moment of silence and then the subtle knocks had come through the door, a radiating clutch of his scent inflicting your inhibitions. You rose to your feet, swaying slightly as your hindbrain had not only accepted his desire but revelled in it, with the knowledge that your alpha was coming calling for you and you alone. You busied yourself with the minute task of turning your ring back to its proper placement, and then you had taken a deep breath to calm yourself down.

It was just Steph and you in the expansive powder room, standing beneath the crystalline chandelier and gold-dusted fixture but the idea of your alpha and future husband on the other side of the door pumping out pheromones like a mating call was almost too much to handle. You were irrevocably overwhelmed and turned on by every beat and pulse of his desire-laced scent, every interlocking note of his scent was addictive to you, just as yours was to Jake.

“If you don’t want to do this, stay here tonight I mean…” Steph had grabbed your arm before you could reach for the door, her eyes so reminiscent of Jake’s had settled on yours. “You know you can stay with me and my husband. You know Hannah missed you.”

“I missed her too.” You barely manage to get the words out between inhaling air and gulping down Jake’s scent that’s as heady as steadily as it’s being pumped out. “But do you want the constant knocking on your door?”

You spoke of Jake as he stood on the other side of the door knocking repeatedly and speaking your name like a broken record to get you out of the powder room. He was relentless, he was all too happy to stand there and annoy you into coming out from your hiding place which was a move you were all too familiar with.

He was a natural when it came to annoying the people around him with his happy-go-lucky attitude and the underlying permanent goofiness that would never truly be eradicated from him. Even as he took his place as the big bad leader of this whole empire, he would always have that natural sunshiny portion to himself.

“You promise you’ll come to visit when he finally lets you leave the bed?” Steph had questioned you, her hands resting on your shoulders. “We can go for coffee or go shopping, we can even just lay around watching cheap reality shows-“

“Princess, I’m losing my patience. Either you come out here willingly, or I’m coming in there and when I do, your ass is mine.” Jake’s playfulness was overshadowed with hunger, a growl ripping from his lips as he stated his intent to have you one way or another.

“If he ever lets me go-“ you flicked the lock and started to open the door, squealing when it was ripped open for you, and Jake appeared on the other side with a solicitous smirk on his face and eyes darkened by lust.

“You couldn’t have waited two more minutes?” Steph shoved the heel of her hand into his shoulder with a powerful strike although he hadn’t wavered nor did it seem like he had felt it at all.

“Goodbye, Steph.” Jake’s steady and unwavering lust-stricken eyes were fixated solely on you, not a single glance toward his sister as she brushed past him while muttering under her breath. “Hello, Princess.”

“I should go-“ you took a step to the left, knowing it was futile but regardless you tried anyway.

The sound that had fallen from Jake’s lips was intensely and purely dominating and possessive. The growl had come from a man who was deep into his alpha hindbrain, the sound of the growl as it built in his chest had reduced you to a simpering mess. You whined and turned your head exposing your neck to him instinctively while your hindbrain was firing off warnings not to disobey this powerful alpha in front of you.

“You’re not going home.” Jake’s voice was husky and possessive with every beat and half-beat as he spoke his intent for you. “You’re not leaving me. You and I are going upstairs and you’re going to be my good little princess-“

“Jake-“

“You’re mine, and I’m going to have you. You’re going to spend the night and half the morning confined to my bed, omega.” He bared his teeth and spoke your designation with passionate consistency, managing to hold you upright as your legs had nearly given out from the alpha command that was accepted far too easily by yourself.

“Princess,” the flash of his eyes had brought momentary clarity to his eyes, the gentle giant you had loved and known was engrained and so tightly woven with this version of Jake who was possessive. There was no clear beginning or end, it was Jake and it was Jake as a powerful and hungry alpha.

“Let’s go upstairs and I’ll help take that dress off.” He nosed along your neck, breathing you in while obsessively scenting you to mark you as his despite everyone already knowing. No one would dare look at you while Jake was in this mindset let alone try and touch you, you knew that in this moment of Jake’s state of mind, he would likely rip whoever dared to pieces.

“Will I ever go back to my apartment?” You asked after Jake pulled you from the powder room.

“You don’t belong there,” he looked back at you, his eyes sweeping across your face and his hand was possessively clutching yours, “you belong with me. You belong in my bed, with every gorgeous fucking inch of you trapped under me.”

He gave your hand a sharp tug, leading you away from the dwindling party to the staircase and even further into his room.

His arm had pinned you down, his strength was nothing you could have fought off, and you were as good as tied down and helpless. He was as relentless as his tongue, the flex of that muscle as he drove you into the depths of madness with every stroke against your dripping pussy walls. Jake was solicitous in his intent to tongue fuck you into complacency while you were left reeling from the endless tweak of his fingers against your clit.

You don’t know how many times you’d cum already and he wasn’t satisfied. You don’t know how many times you had screamed his name as he devoured you with his mouth or drove you to a near-blackout state with his fingers.

You knew he wouldn’t have waited, you expected as much but to have you pinned to the floor the moment you stepped into his room was not what you were anticipating. Jake hadn’t even gotten your dress off before he got you on the floor with your dress shoved up your thighs.

He had bit the inside of your thigh with a warning to stay when you had squirmed too much, and instead of pain, it was intense pleasure that struck you.

It was the act of him claiming you, even if it wasn’t a mark on your neck, that was pleasurable. It was the feel of his teeth on you that had your brain going completely haywire as you rode the first orgasm of the night.

“Good girl,” you hadn’t been aware of him removing his lips and tongue from your pussy until you felt the weight of his lips against your own and the taste of your orgasms and cum on your flesh, “that was fun wasn’t it, Princess?”

“Jake…” you whined, your vision blurry from the orgasmic and blissful tears that rolled down your cheeks. “I can’t-“

“You haven’t even gotten undressed, Princess.” Jake had hovered above you, his lust-blown eyes raking up and down your body with vivacious hunger, and you narily had a moment to brace yourself before he had lifted you and carried you toward the bed.

“You just made me cum over and over and over.” You whimpered, your legs shaking and your cunt feeling overstimulated and sore from the way he feasted on your cunt. “I don’t think I could do more.”

Jake had pressed his hands upon the bed and leaned over you, his chest almost directly flush with your nose, he kept you close and then reached one hand behind your back to unzip the back of your dress.

The soft sound of the zipper being pulled down had come before Jake had trailed his fingers up and down your exposed spine, the pads of his fingers tracing and trailing every part of your back that he could reach. He had hummed, the pleasant sound in your chest sounding more like a purr than anything, the rich sound stirring a string of whimpers and whines from your mouth that had brought Jake’s hands to a ceasing stop.

“Princess,” he inched back and cupped your chin, lifting your chin to make you look up at him as he towered above you, “I’m getting you undressed so we can go to bed. I want you to be fully recovered before I fuck you as I want, tonight was enough.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, the subtle dusting of flesh against flesh was enough to make your heart thrash and twist in tune with his. Your eyes fluttered closed, your breath hitching in your throat as Jake used his hands to push the dress down your chest and back to let it pool at your waist.

He had kissed you with every measurable emotion possible poured through the tentative kiss that stole your soul. Jake had hovered above you, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as he tasted you and let you taste yourself, and as he pulled away you had stood with him.

It was Jake who had bent now, and it was his hands that grabbed the material to yank it down your thighs and legs, gently nudging you to stand before he tossed the dress behind him. As you had become all but bared before him, you were rooted to the spot when he looked at you from his place on the floor, his eyes brimming and blustering with intense want.

You were unable to cognitively deal with the intensity of his gaze and the alpha who had owned every part of you. You were unable to think or speak as he rose back to his feet and set his hands on your hips, running his hands up and down your sides before he gently pushed you back to the mattress.

“Lay down, Princess. Get comfortable.” Jake had cupped your cheeks before he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering against you. “I’m going to get you some water and something of mine to wear. I’ll be back.”

Jake had let you go, waiting for you to follow his command as you lift the blankets and crawled under the covers, your eyes lingering on Jake. Your best friend and alpha had smiled, goofily and brightly as before, waiting to get the last look at you before he slipped out of the room.

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