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wiypt-writes · 2 years

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12 Days of CHRIS-mas

Day 12: Stelly Christmas

A Too Loose And You’ll Lose It One Shot

co-created with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: Jake and Stella are left babysitting Jake’s niece…

Pairing: Jake Jensen (The Losers) x OFC Stella Stevenson

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 2.5k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar Stella Stevenson and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

A/N: This is a One Shot that fits into the Too Loose And You’ll Lose It timeline at the end of 2008, right before The Losers head to Bolivia.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Too Loose And You’ll Lose It Masterlist

Day 11: Nick Gant (Push)

December 2008

Uncle Jake!” Grace’s voice rang loudly round the downstairs of the house and Jake gave a groan. “Come on, you promised!”

“Yeah, I know, I know.” He grumbled. “But that was before I was full of ice cream.”

Grace appeared, and strode straight over the sofa where Jake was sprawled, his head laying on Stella’s lap. “You said after the film you’d play.”

“You did.” Stella nodded. Jake looked up at her, his eyes narrowed before he turned to Grace.

“Shorty, Imma puke if you make me play Twister.”

“You didn’t even eat that much!” Grace folded her arms, her face arranged in an expression so similar to her mother’s that Jake couldn’t help but snort.

“You look like your mom when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Glare at me.”

“Well stop being a douchebag and I won’t glare at you.”

At that Jake stilled and his head whipped to Stella who was laughing. “Did she…” he turned to Grace, “did you seriously just call me a douchebag?”

“Yup.”

“Rude.” Jake sniffed as he pushed himself up with a sigh. “Fine, but half an hour maximum. Your mom will murder me if you stay up much later.”

“It’s the Christmas holidays!” Grace pouted.

“Yeah, but she told me not to feed you junk and have you in bed by 8:30. So far we’ve had pizza, an entire bag of jelly beans and a pint of ice cream.”

“Exactly,” Grace shrugged, “might as well completely ignore her.”

Stella laughed and Jake looked at her, “not helping, Stelly.”

“She has a point.” Stella shrugged.

“You’re not the one that’s gonna get it in the neck when Jane and Rob get home!” Jake whined, “babe, back me up here!”

Stella looked at him, then to Grace. It was a well-worn joke in the Jensen family that everyone in it seemed to pay more attention to Stella than Jake, even when they hadn’t been together. Normally on account of the fact she was the grown up in the relationship. And Jensen’s niece was no exception.

“Your Uncle Jake is right.” She spoke softly. “We’ve had a lot of fun, so half an hour and then it’s time to go to bed, okay?”

Grace pouted before she sighed, “okay, fine. But will I see you tomorrow?”

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Stella shook her head, “I have to go see Rey before she goes to Richard’s parents, but me and my mom are going to your nanna and Grampy’s for Christmas Dinner so you’ll see us then.”

Jake smiled as he watched Stella reasoning with Grace. All in all, this would be the first Christmas they’d spent together in a long while. What had once been the norm had changed when he and Stella had split up the first time, and as for last year, well, the less said about that the better. Whilst their reunion hadn’t been the cleanest, or most romantic given how it had all gone down, but here they were. And Jensen was both glad and grateful that this time he wouldn’t have to watch his girl kissing anyone else at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Fuck Agent Shit Name

The bastard made his skin crawl and without another thought, he shoved the bastard to the dark file in the back l of his mind. He wasn't about to ruin a second holiday for Jensen, nor his first back with Stella.

Grace excitedly pulled the game from its box as Stella and Jake moved furniture. Each kicked their shoes off and allowed Grace to spin first.

"Left hand, yellow," she called out.

Everyone found a yellow circle and placed their left hand on it.

"This should be interesting," Jake scoffed with a smirk.

Grace spun again and giggled, "Right hand, red!"

It was going to get limber really quick at this rate. And before they knew it, Jake was out after failing to reach around Stella for a foot on green and down he went. Stella nearly lost her balance laughing at the dramatic Jensen and his tense features as he attempted and failed to fit on the green circle while Grace reigned supreme in balance.

“I forgot how atrocious your hand-eye coordination is,” Stella peeked up at him from between her legs, “not to mention your balance.”

“You weren’t complaining about my hand eye coordination last night.” Jake shot back as he rolled off the mat and lay on his back on the carpet to the side of it. Stella snorted as Jake turned his face to her with a grin.

“You can flick!” Grace called and Jensen’s smirk grew even wider.

“Do not say whatever is in your head.” Stella warned him and he laughed, giving the spinner a good turn with his fingers.

“Okay, left hand, red.”

Grace and Stella giggled as they tried to wind themselves around one another and balance. The way Stella's body bent and swayed had Jake's mind completely elsewhere as he watched.

“Jake!” Stella called and he blinked and looked at her.

“Yeah?”

“Spin again!” She met his gaze as she mouthed ‘pervert’.

Jake’s dopey grin grew even more as he did as asked. “Right foot blue.”

Grace toppled and as she wound her hand under Stella, down she went, granting Stella the win.

With a victorious cheer, Stella leaned back on her hands and then with a quick movement, rolled her spine back along the floor before using her core to arch back and propel herself forward into a stand.

Jesus Christ, Jake thought, shifting in his seat to hide the growing boner he was quickly sporting. "Alright, bed time!"

“Oh, come oooooon!” Grace tried again, and when Jake shook his head she changed tact, “you know you’re my favourite Uncle…”

“Hmmm, nice try. See, as you always remind me, I’m your only uncle.”

“Yeah, so you’re clearly my favourite, dur.”

Jake blinked and groaned, his head tipping back as he looked at the ceiling. “I’m not getting sassed by a seven year old…”

“I’m like eight in three months!”

“Yeah and that makes me like twenty years older than you, and I’m in charge, so scram. Bed!”

"Dude!"

"No!"

"Come on," Stella chuckled, "let's go get your pyjamas on and brush your teeth." Her hand gently pushed Grace towards the stairs with a glance back at Jake, "I'm sure your favorite and ONLY uncle wouldn't mind cleaning up and moving the furniture back by himself."

Jake saluted Stella sarcastically and she laughed as she follows a still grumbling Grace out of the room.

When Jake finished, he took the stairs two at a time to find Grace in bed and Stella reading to her. She was just starting T'was the Night Before Christmas and whilst they were distracted, he leaned into the doorway to listen.

Whilst he and Stella hadn’t been back together all that long, there’d never been another girl who’d held his heart the way she did. He’d fucked up, ending things a few years back for reasons he now realised were flawed. But she’d given him another chance and this was it as far as he was concerned. As he watched her softly reading and smiling to his niece, he couldn’t help but think about her doing that with their own little girl in the hopefully not too distant future.

"Uncle Jake! Don't be creepy!" Grace giggled as she spotted him.

“I’m not… what…why am I being creepy?” He scoffed.

"You're just standing there... Staring."

"Come finish the book, Jakey," Stella smiled softly.

“I dunno, am I not too creepy? Won’t I freak you out?” He teased as he headed into the room and Grace rolled her eyes.

“Grampy says you’re a sarcastic, little shit.”

"He's not wrong," Stella snorted, "but don't say shit."

Jake playfully frowned and jumped into bed, snatching the book from Stella. "Now where were we?"

“Well, if you lost the page, you’re gonna have to start over.” Grace shrugged.

Jake laughed, "fine."

Grace grinned knowing she just got her extra half hour effortlessly, not that Jake wasn't going to extend it anyway.

Stella simply shook her head as she stood up. “I’ll leave you to it. Night Gracie, see you Christmas Day.”

"Night, Stella!" Grace smiled brightly and tucked herself into Jake's side.

****

Fifteen minutes later, Jake was footing down the stairs to find Stella near the fire, cozied up on the couch.

“She asleep?” Stella asked, looking over her shoulder as he wandered into the room.

"Out cold before his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly," Jensen vaulted over the couch and plopped next to her, instinctively wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“Good. Only an hour and a half past her bedtime, not a bad effort.”

"Meh," Jake smirked, pressing his lips to her temple, "I'm her favorite, I can't say no. Might lose my title."

Stella laughed, “you’re a sucker for her. And her for you. You know, even if you weren’t her only Uncle, I still think you’d be her fave.”

"Hope so." Jake said softly, now leaning back into the cushion, Stella snuggled into his chest.

“Are you coming with me to see Rey and Rick tomorrow or are you staying home?” Stella asked.

“And miss a chance to piss Dick off? No way, babe.”

"So that's a yes," she chortled, "got it."

“Annoying your sister and her prick husband is like my favourite pass time.”

"And my holiday entertainment." She turned to look at him. Stella was silent for a moment. "I love you."

Jake smiled, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear, before his hand cupped her cheek. The lights from the tree were twinkling slightly and dancing across her deep, blue eyes. “I love you too.”

"How much time we got before Jane gets home?" Stella said lowly, a rasp to her voice.

“Why? Wanna play a round of naked twister?”

"Something like that," Stella closed the gap between them, her lips pressing into Jake's.

“I don’t think,” Jake broke the kiss and pecked her lips, “they’re gonna be that long.”

"Then we should probably make this quick." Stella said against his lips.

“I can do that.”

His mouth slanted back over hers, the kiss deep as he shifted a little, guiding her down so she lay flat on the couch.

Jake carried his lips over her jaw and down her neck, one hand's fingers curled around that curve in her waist while the other balanced himself over her.

Stella’s hands gently slid round his back, her right continuing up his shoulder and then over the short hair at the back of his neck. Her fingernails raked over his scalp as they tangled lightly in the longer, bleach blond spikes on top of his head.

Jake shuddered and nipped at that tender spot that always made Stella keen. "Get these off," he panted.

His hand playfully tugged at the waistband of her jeans and Stella sighed.

“I can’t when you’re led over me, can I?”

Jake snorted and bolted upright, "better?" He worked at his own denims, his jingle of a belt buckle bouncing off the walls and into their ears, the crackle of the fire in the background.

Stella grinned as she raised her hips, making quick work of the button, before she shoved her jeans down along with her panties.

Jake pulled them the rest of the way and dropped them to the floor near his foot. With a quirk of his eyebrow, he was back over her, causing her to giggle as he nipped at her ear.

"I love watching you bend like that, Stelly." He crooned, testing her with his fingers and groaning at how wet she already was. "That was fast," he snorted while his fingers dipped in her one more before coating the head of his freed cock with her slick.

“Bend, what are you-fuck!” Her train of thought was cut off as he pushed into her, groaning as he bottomed out.

"Fuck," Jake moaned. He stilled and waited for her to wrap her legs around his hips. When she did, he felt the space he filled tighten around him. His balls tingled just a little and he could feel her squeeze him.

"Move, Jensen," Stella whined, "fuck, please."

“Yes, Ma’am…” Jake pulled back a little, before he trust into her again.

“You do know we’re the same- rank!” She gasped in between her words as his hips sped up a little, “no need to ma’am me!”

"Shut up, Stella," Jake grunted as he felt enveloped by her warmth, his ruts deep but calculated, hitting that spot only he knew about from years of memory.

“I love it when you get all pissy.” She squeaked a little as he added a naughty, slow grind, rolling his hips against hers.

"Stella..."

"Right there, Jake," she moaned. "I'm close, Jakey."

“Yeah?” He choked a little on his words as he felt her hands slip down into the back of his boxers which still covered his ass. Her nails curled into the flesh of his cheeks as he flexed forward and back, over and over.

As if she was trying for him to fill every inch he could stuff in her, despite more left, she pushed on his ass as she squeezed.

Jake grunted, the feeling of his girl around him was heavenly. “Fuck, you feel so good, Stelly. Real good.”

"Oh Jakey," Stella mewled. "I need, I'm gonna.... Ohhh."

She tightened around him like a vice and Jake gave another’s grunt as her grip on his ass tightened. He kept going, as Stella sagged bonelessly into the couch beneath him.

Chasing his end, Jake exploded inside her, "Stelly," he moaned as he came, his body melted over hers.

The pair of them lay still, the sounds of the tv filling the room as Jake buried his face in Stella’s neck, a soft sigh escaping him.

"Feelin' good, JJ?"

Jensen chuckled a little, “you always make me feel good, babe.” His voice was muffled by her skin, and Stella could feel how his glasses were now sat skewed across his nose.

They hadn't even noticed when the keys jingled in the door or the pop of cold air that had come in but what they did catch was the crisp tone of Jake's sister's voice.

"On my couch? Really?!"

“Jane! Oh-shit, fuck!” Jensen jerked back and in the melee that ensued, toppled sideways off the couch.

Stella hastily grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the sofa as Jane slammed the door to the living room shut as Rob, Jensen’s brother law, howled with laughter.

"I thought my days of walking in on you were over!" Jane hissed through the closed door.

“You didn’t walk in on us, technically we had finished so you-“

“Shut up, Jake.” Stella elbowed him as she pulled her jeans back on.

“Right… shutting up…”

As Jake rebuckled his belt he turned to Stella, who was now busy fluffing her hair out.

“Hey, Stel?”

She looked at him, her eyebrow arched as he grinned. “Stelly Christmas, babe!”

She blinked, and gave him a withering look, “you’re a moron."

🎄🎄🎄🎄

Day 13: Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim v The World)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #day 12 #jake jensen #jake jensen x ofc #jake jensen x original female character #the losers #too loose and you'll lose it #Jake Jensen fan fic #chris evans characters

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what-is-your-plan-today · 3 years

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Sneak Preview!!

TLAYLI CH 10

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

The five of them hopped up onto the back of the truck, and Roque slapped a deck of cards down on the metal box. They each took one, keeping it face down in the palm of their hands, Jake running his fingers on the back of his.

“Queen, King, Jack. Queen, King, Jack,” He repeated, “all right. One, two, three, go.”

At that they all stuck their cards to their foreheads, Cougar’s tucked under the rim of his Stetson, Roque’s into the band of the bucket hat he was wearing. They all looked around at each others’ cards and Stella took in the numbers and symbols, Jake had the two of diamonds, Cougar the eight of spades, Pooch the three of hearts and Roque the two of hearts.

It was a low, low threshold to beat, Cougar being the highest with an eight. She was confident, but that was the game, it was about bluffing and reading everyone’s faces when they took her card in. And sure enough, she saw Jake’s grin slip a little as he looked at her. Anyone else would have missed it, but Stella was sharp, and she knew Jake better than anyone.

“I got a great, great feeling about this one.” Roque made sure his card was positioned correctly, as his eyes scanned the other cards, and he smirked.

“Your momma had a great feeling last night.” Jake quipped before he laughed.

“Oh, that was a mama joke.” Pooch pointed out, slapping his palm against Jensen’s as Roque stared at him.

“What?” Jake grinned.

“All right,” Roque replied, reaching behind him and pulling out a huge hunting knife, “All right, let's go.”

The group all hissed and oohed as he slapped it down on the box in front of them.

“Okay, it's a game.” Stella nodded, and Jake shrugged.

“All right, I will raise you…” he dropped his silver pistol onto the box, Cougar giving a low whistle.

“You don't wanna do that.” Roque shook his head.

“Oh, no?”

“Yeah, seriously, no.” Stella chuckled.”

“That the piece you got off that Honduran general?” Pooch asked, whipping his own gun out.

“Yes.” Jake nodded.

“Guess what?” Pooch slapped a magazine into the butt of his gun, slapping it down on the table. “I'm definitely in.”

“All right,” Stella sighed, reaching behind her back and whipping out her own knife, slightly bigger than the one Roque had originally bet, “should even me up.”

"Whoa!” Jake chuckled.

“Where the hell you been keeping that?” Roque looked at her.

“You really wanna know?” Stella grinned, as she pulled another one out, slapping it onto the table.

“Babe, how many knives do you have?” Jensen craned his neck to look round her back, “what is going on here?”

“Cougs, it's your bet.” Pooch looked at him. Cougar was just bending down for whatever he was about to offer to the table when a loud shout caught their attention.

“Hey, Losers!” They all turned to Clay, as he seemingly appeared from nowhere, a serious look on his face. “It's time.”

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen #jake jensen x original female character #preview #wiypt writes

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simplystevies · 2 years

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my sweet angel

pairings || steve rogers x f!reader

summary || steve loved you so much, and he had to make sure everyone knew on your special day.

warnings || spoilers in the warnings 18+ minors dni, angst angst angst, hidden meanings, but they’re told after a while, death, funerals, steve blaming himself, hinting to suicide, but it’s not explicitly mentioned.

notes || i wish i could say this is a happy fic:)

word count || 645

“she was so beautiful. her smile could’ve taken me off my feet floating around her like one of those animations, where the guy is obsessed with the girl and floating around her, bathing in her scent.

she could shoot me, and i’d apologise. her soft voice was all i needed to wake me up in the morning. ‘hi, stevie.’ her voice was nothing short of perfect. i would’ve jumped in front of a train, just for her to look in my direction.

i was nothing short of obsessed with her. i think it's impossible for someone like her to walk this earth. she was one of a kind. the way she danced, the way she spoke, even the way she held a glass.

there wasn’t a detail i missed about her, i’m glad i didn’t. she was perfect. she was friends with everyone, i don’t think she had bad blood with anyone she ever knew. she was a good person.

i can’t get her out of my mind. every night i dream of a future with her. i know i sound like an insane stalker, but if you knew her like i did, you’d be the same. if you were with her as long as i was, you’d be the same.

the first day we met, she was instantly one of the best people i had met in a long while, and i don’t think i’ll meet anyone like her ever again in my entire life.

our first date was probably the most memorable, when we went to a small cafe, that became our usual. we went every thursday in the morning before we had a meeting, thursdays were meeting days.

surprisingly, it was not only our first date, but our first kiss too. her lips were soft, and tasted like cherries. even though she tasted sweet– no, i can’t say that. she told me she wanted kids, two to be exact.

she wanted a boy, to name him ezra, maybe dewie after her favourite scream character. then she wanted him to pursue any interest he wanted, spending thousands on him. she wanted a girl, her little princess.

she said i would’ve been a perfect fit for her perfect princess, i could protect her little girl from the cruel world out there, like how i protected her. i teared up on that day when she told me, and i still tear up now.

i liked how she felt safe with me, it made me feel like i was doing something right in the world, when everyone else told me i wasn’t. she was always there, if i needed a hug, or if i needed someone to talk to.

everyday i wake up and regret that i wasn’t there for her. when she needed me, i couldn’t be there, but she always went out of her way to be there for me. i stay up at night, and i can’t take the image out of my head.

it hurt me, seeing her like that, but i could never imagine how much it hurt her that i wasn’t there to help her. i had never seen her sad, this was completely new to me and i was too late.

i can’t sleep, i can’t get the thought of ‘what if..’ out of my head. what if i was there for her? what if i could’ve stayed up that small bit later? i can’t forgive myself for what i let happen. it hurts, but it won’t go away.” steve felt tears trickle down his cheek.

clint walked up to him, grabbing his arm. “it’s okay, come on.” he whispered. steve looked up from the page to see red faces from tears. he looked to his right, to see you.

your eyes were closed and your hands were over your stomach. “i failed her, clint, it’s all my fault.”

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twittytelly · 3 years

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What I Read in 2021 - August

Masterlist

PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!

What I reblogged:

Sunday Morning by @time-for-a-lullaby

I’m with you til the end of the line by @theycallmebecca

Dreams Do Come True by @saiyanprincessswanie

Drabble: On Your Left by @theycallmebecca

Fix by @mypoisonedvine

Drunk (ish) @fluffymisha97

Friends to Lovers. @lahyene

Beg For Me by @princessphilly

Everyone Knew It by @worksby-d

Seven Minutes in Heaven by @river-soul

Cockwarming with Andy ask by @stargazingfangirl18

The Camping Video by @ littlefiercequeen

"I don't care what happens to me, as long as your safe." by @what-is-your-plan-today

Cosy Autumnal Andy ask by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Comfort by @honeychicana

Only A Little by @worksby-d

This Guy by @stargazingfangirl18

Patience Kitten by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Treat by @hlkwrites

Play Button by @theycallmebecca

Silly Little Games by @xxindiglow

Little Spoon by @samwilsons-pillowpecs

Andy Ask by @stargazingfangirl18

Senator Steve Ask by @worksby-d

Talked All Night by @violetlilysunshine

Beer Gut by @violetlilysunshine

Jealousy by @ilovefandoms102

“Ugly” Reader ask by @gotnofucks

Greatest Fear ask with Ransom and Steve by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Burning by @katikat

Professor Andy AU ask by @worksby-d

That Blue-eyed Boy by @bluemusickid

Stress Reliever Andy ask by @angrythingstarlight

How Do You Want Me? by @sagechanoafterdark

Good Boy by @hlkwrites

Jensen’s Captain Kink ask by @river-soul

Breakfast With Andy ask by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

No Text Backs by @jamielea81

Shy by @worksby-d

Needy!Ransom ask by @stargazingfangirl18

“try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” ask by @worksby-d

Two Weeks Notice. by @navybrat817

Ongoing Series:

Feeding The Flames by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Seeing Blind by @pagesoflauren

Money’s Worth by @pagesoflauren

Higher Love by @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

Rawhide by @wiypt-writes

Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World by @wiypt-writes

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boxofbonesfic · 3 years

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Y’ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS—IT’S SPOOKY TIME. I’ve been planning my winter challenge for MONTHS and the time is finally upon us. Spooky season! Now y’all know I’m a slut for monsterfucking and horror, so without further ado, I present to you:

Bones Spooktacular Smutfest! Running from 9/03-12/31

Our goal here is to sit right on that knife’s edge between horny and horror! I wanna see drama, angst, smut, dark—any and all tropes are welcome, but I reserve the right not to read or reblog any work I find harmful or offensive. I will ask that no: DDLG, Scat/Toilet play, snuff, necrophilia, or Bestiality be submitted, though Monsterfucking is accepted and encouraged 😂

Challenge Masterlist Here

Onto the rules!!

1. you MUST be 18 or older to participate in this challenge. If not, I will be blocking you.

2. Your story must have a clear and present horror theme, even if it’s comedic or not scary. Meaning, it has to involve some sort of horror trope, even if it’s written in a way that isn’t meant to terrify! You do not have to choose one of the prompts, but please be aware that if the horror theme isn’t present, your fic won’t qualify! this is the only rule i’m gonna be a semi-hard-ass about, ngl

3. Submissions MUST be clearly tagged and warned appropriately, and you can tag me in your entry, as well as using the tag #SpooktacularSmutfest21.

4. You don’t have to use one of the horror tropes I’ve already picked! Feel free to come up with your own, they’re just thematic suggestions! If you have your own favorite horror tropes, please go ahead and use them.

5. Each writer can submit up to 3 stories! There is no minimum or maximum length, but PLEASE put your story under a cut after 500 words.

6. Original works, please! I would prefer if your work was expressly for this challenge!

7. You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it would be cool if you did!

Associated Playlist

8. Have fun!!! I wanted this challenge to be fun and interesting, so if it isn’t sparking joy, it’s okay to sit this one out!

9. (added for clarity) this is an x Reader challenge, but I'd like to keep it inclusive--female, gender neutral, male, nonbinary, trans, nonwhite/woc readers all welcome!!

Here is a list of horror themes/tropes to choose from, as well a wheel to spin if you want to randomize it:

- Haunted House

- Cursed Item

- Cabin in the woods

- Haunted Picture

- Demonic Possession

- Family Curse

- Slasher

- Zombies

- Witch's Curse

- Awakening an ancient entity

- Freakshow

- There’s something in the water

- Amnesia

- Bitten

- Angry old gods

- There is something in the woods and it is old and hungry

- Don’t go in the basement

- Home alone

- Last two people on Earth / Almost no people on Earth

- Changeling

- Cult

- Ouija board/Silly game that actually calls something

- Mirror

- Deal with the devil

- You’re entity haunting someone else

Characters Accepted: (Also here’s a wheel, for funsies)

-Steve Rogers

-Ransom Drysdale

-Andy Barber

-Jake Jensen

-Bucky Barnes

-Lee Bodecker

-Sam Wilson

-Thor Odinson

-Loki Laufeyson

-Natasha Romanov

-Wanda Maximoff

-Eddie Brock

- If they’re not here, feel free to send me an ask, and I’ll let you know!!

Quote prompts: (if it’s multiple lines of dialogue, it’s totally okay to split them up, just indicate where they’re being used!)

- “You have to be happy. You have to smile.” “Why?” “Because he knows when you’re not.”

- “Oh, thank God! Please, help—” “I wouldn’t be thankin’ God, sweetheart. Not just yet.”

- “Are you gonna cry for me? Tastes so much fuckin’ sweeter when you cry.”

- “It’s right behind us! And that lock isn’t gonna do shit!”

- “Have you seen out there? It’s like hell!” “How long till in here’s like hell too?”

- “It was just a game! It wasn’t supposed to fucking work!”

- “Are you scared?” “Yes.” “Good, you should be.”

- “I want to go home… but I know there’s nothing to go back to.”

- “How can you not see it?” “See what? There’s nothing there!” “It’s standing right behind you…!”

- “I saw your mother.” “My mother’s dead.” “…I know.”

- “I can’t run anymore. There isn’t anywhere to run to.”

- “I just don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

- “You. This is your fault! None of this would have happened if it weren’t for you!”

- “I… it bit me.” “Fuck.” “Yeah.”

- “It should be you. I wanted it to be you.”

- “Help! I’m, I’m stuck down here!” “I know, sweetheart. I dug the pit.”

- “Why are you doing this?” “Because I want to. Because I can.”

- “It’s inside me.”

- “It’s all relative, isn’t it? Good. Evil. Fuck, I need a drink.”

- “Are we dead?” “Fuck if I know.”

- “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The pain only lasts a little while.”

and last but not least, tagging a few users I think might be interested in this challenge, but absolutely no pressure to participate or anything:

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#writing challenge #horror #fanfiction #mcu fic #mcu imagines #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #Jake Jensen #Sam Wilson #Lee Bodecker #Andy Barber #Ransom Drysdale

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jtargaryen18 · 3 years

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Hot Girl Bummer: Date Night

Series Masterlist

Words: 2.4k

Pairing: Jake Jensen aka Best Buy X Single Mom Reader

Warnngs: Expletive use, explicit sexual content in a romantic relationship, references to other explicit sexual situations, references to Avengers’ porno movie, unorthodox sexual positions, oral sex (female receiving).

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and adult themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site.This work is intended for the enjoyment of readers.You are responsible for noting the warnings before reading. Please read responsibly. If you’re looking for a post to launch a personal opinion, demean anyone, or tell me to get help - move along.

Summary: Your daughter is spending the night with Jake’s niece so you have a romantic Friday night for just the two of you that involves a new nightie and Cajun food. Oh, and there’s something Jake wants to try...

PS: This is for @imanuglywombat‘s “Is That Even a Sexual Position” Weekly challeng: Thor’s Hammer. The sexual position referenced is here..

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The house was quiet when you got home from work. Did the Petunias have practice today? Had you forgotten? Checking the calendar on the fridge, no, there wasn’t one of Charlie’s Petunia stickers so no practice. Maybe they’d gone to the store?

Jake Jensen had moved in with you and Charlie a month ago. That first week, the team took him out of the country for some super-secret mission. You spent the week hoping you’d made the right call for you and your daughter by agreeing to live together.

When Jake came back, things changed.

When Clay didn’t physically need him, which was much of the time, Jake worked from your house. He’d taken over your small office with a slew of computers, servers, and shit you couldn’t identify. The room looked like the command center for NASA honestly. He’d told you on more than one occasion that you were free to use his laptop for anything you needed.

Yeah, you were a little intimidated despite his assurances that you couldn’t possibly do anything he couldn’t fix.

Right. Might as well just stamp “Techno-dunce” across your forehead.

But you rarely caught Jake working in there. You knew he did while Charlie was at school and you were at work. When Charlie got home?

Charlie was home from school a couple of hours before you got out of work. It was very nice financially not to pay for after school care. The days Jake was gone, Charlie just went home with April, his niece, until you could pick her up.

Once she got home, Jake helped your daughter get her homework done if there wasn’t soccer practice. Then they set about making dinner. You’d come home to music blaring from the kitchen, pots, pans and gadgets sprawled over ever inch of counter space. Food wrappers, sticks of butter, and spices were scattered about as they worked.

Jake was a good cook, and he made the experience so much fun, Charlie was always right there with him. And she was learning which was a good thing. A life skill. They made wonderful dinners, everything from pot roast with all the sides to elaborate Italian dishes. You couldn’t complain. Without the burden of deciding what was for dinner and having to make it, you didn’t mind cleaning up. Jake usually helped you do that anyway, all hands when Charlie wasn’t around.

Jake even cleaned up after himself, helped clean.

You hummed as you dropped your purse and tote from the office and wandered back out into the living room. You had texts from Jake.

Best Buy: Taking Charlie to spend the night with April.

That had you grinning. A Friday night to yourselves? That sounded promising.

Best Buy: April got a new puppy.

“Fuck,” you said to no one.

Oh, you knew how this was going to go. And Jake loved dogs.

Best Buy: Dinner is covered. Can’t wait to get home.

Home. You could just picture that goofy grin of his when he typed that.

Can’t wait until you get here.

Something else you’d learned about Jake at Halloween? He was pretty damned adventurous in the bedroom. Jake had always been eager to please you. But lately, when the opportunity presented itself, he was all about learning new ways to take you apart.

You’d underestimated him. He had a wild imagination.

Well, so did you. When he finally swept in, carrying take-out bags from the new Cajun restaurant you’d been dying to try, you almost forgot to look sultry on the couch. It was warm so you were comfortable in the slinky little negligee you’d bought to surprise him the next time you two were on your own.

It was hard not to laugh at the way Jake stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze roaming over every inch of you and most of you wasn’t covered.

“You stopped at Bayou Betty’s?” you asked with a sweet smile, acting as if you always waited on the couch for him dressed like this.

Jake absently nodded, jostling the bags he just remembered he was carrying. Dashing to your dining table, he dumped everything there before making a beeline for you.

“How hungry are you?” Jake asked as he scooped you off the couch, placing you on his lap and kissing you until you couldn’t breathe while his hands roamed free.

“Depends, Best Buy,” you managed to break the kiss as one of his hands slid up under the hem of flimsy lingerie you were wearing. “What’s for dinner?”

Jake groaned, plucking off his glasses before blazing a trail down your neck with his lips while that hand dove into your barely-there panties.

Oh, you weren’t going to let him off that hook that easily. “What did you bring for dinner?”

Oh, he did know what he was doing with those big fingers. He had your core melting in seconds.

“Jumbalaya?”

His teeth nipped at your ear. “Gumbo.”

Even better.

“A po’ boy?”

The way he teased the shell of your ear with his lips while his thumb settled over your clit had you squirming in his grip.

“A sandwich?” Jake nipped at your ear again. “Did better than that.”

“Like?”

“Étouffée… blackened catfish…” Jake reclaimed your lips in a way that let you know he didn’t plan on letting up. “I even got beignets,” he whispered against your lips.

You really were hungry. But he was working you up fast.

“I can eat fast,” you told him, bargaining.

At that Jake stopped, easing back to look you in the eye.

Damn he was fine with all that excited color in his face, those blue eyes lit up with excitement.

“Sugar, you can’t just let me walk in with you wearing this,” his voice was breathy as two fingers slid inside you, his thumb teasing your clit in a way that left you craving, “and expect me to eat anything but you.”

Well, when he put it that way…

Apparently, you didn’t look convinced.

“I’ll throw in a massage after dinner,” he bargained back.

Jake didn’t even give you time to think about it. He moved down the couch, pulling you until you were flat beneath him and panting. To his credit, he did manage to pull your panties off without doing them damage. Then he dove for you with his mouth.

The man’s oral skills were always good. But now that he’d learned what would make you desperate, make you scream his name until he stopped? Jake used those skills to his advantage. As your hands clutched in his hair and you twisted as his tongue wrote code on the pearl at the heated center of you, you thought you remembered the conversation about him moving in with you going the same way. By the time he had three fingers in you, moving them in time with the strokes of his tongue you were gasping, crying out loudly, just the way he liked when Charlie wasn’t home.

Jake moaned into your soaking flesh and you were right there, on the edge of an epic release…

Then he stopped. His fingers? His tongue? Gone…

Beautiful dork.

“That’s not… cool,” you told him, trying to breathe. Trying to sit up.

Jake took advantage of your position to whisk the negligee completely off you, leaning in to tease a nipple with his lips and tongue.

Then he gently pushed you back down on the couch, leaving you sprawled beneath him and watching him strip off with the efficiency of a SWAT team.

And you’d never get tired of that view. All his workout gear was in the basement though you’d never seen him do that either. But you could enjoy the results. His upper body was sculpted and gorgeous. The few scars he had couldn’t mar the perfection of all those heavy muscles. The rest of him was just as powerful from his slim waist and muscular thighs. And his…

When Jake grabbed your legs, you were ready for him and then some.

But he didn’t do what you expected. Pressing your legs together, he pushed them towards your chest. Jake folded you in half like a dollar bill with your feet over your head.

“Jake?” What was he doing?

When he pulled your ass down until it almost touched the armrest, you knew you were staring at him. Sure, you didn’t mind trying new things in bed but…

Jake straddled you. Honest-to-fuck straddled you with one foot next to your head and the other on the armrest by your ass. What in the hell was he…

“Wait,” you said breathlessly as you watched him take himself in hand, that gorgeous cock swollen and twitching. Okay, that I like. “Is this something from that… Avengers porno you made me watch… the other night?”

“That you fell asleep on?” his voice was teasing.

“You fucked the shit out of me,” you reminded him breathlessly, “after the Hulk and Black Widow scene. Remember?”

When Jake pressed the head of himself against your soaking entrance, you moaned.

“That was hot,” his voice was rough now. “Not as hot as this is going to be…”

When he slid down into you, the position had your pussy tight around him, Jake paused. “Oh, fuck this is nice…”

“Who… who did this in the porno?” you wanted to know, realizing you must have been asleep for that one. You sure as well weren’t asleep now. He was hitting all different places in you, sparks of pleasure lighting up your lower body even in the crazy, folded position you were in.

“Thor,” Jake told you, easing out of you before darting back in. Grinding into you, his hands gripped the back of the couch behind him. “With his hammer in hand... I kind of look... like Thor.”

You shook your head. “No... You remind me of someone else though...”

Jake lifted, pulling almost completely out before pushing in harder.

“Why don’t you get to work,” you grabbed at his legs to hold on, “and use your hammer.”

It might not have been the best thing to say.

You moved to have a better view of Jake as he figured out a way to move, to establish a rhythm. Jake made it look easy and you could just tell from the way his eyes would squeeze shut, the way his jaw slackened that he was enjoying this, the position you were in making your channel a tight space. When you clamped around him, he made a sobbing sound you felt deep in your core. When you squeezed your thighs together even tighter, he really began to fuck into you like a man possessed.

It was working for you too.

The swollen length of him felt good like that, hitting your g-spot in a subtle way that was driving you crazy. It was just enough stimulation to send electric currents up your spine, but not enough to get you off. Your fingers dug into his legs, your walls grabbed at him, trying to get more attention to that magical little space inside you.

Jake was panting, working you fast, and you knew he was close. You tried to tighten around him even more, hoping to bring him off. Jake wouldn’t leave you hanging, you knew that.

“Nuh-uh,” he managed, a sheen of sweat over his body, color running up his chest and neck to his gorgeous face. “No, you don’t.”

“What are you going to do about it, Best Buy?” You taunted him, squeezing again.

Jake needed the hand on the back of the couch to brace himself. The one on his thigh moved to smooth over your ass, the pad of his finger tracing circles around your clit, closing in as his movements within you sped up. By the time the devilish fucker was putting just enough pressure on your clit, he’d figured out how hit your g-spot in that position and he had you howling. Your channel convulsed around him as you came and came again, your pussy weeping around him as he drilled into you fast and furious, finding his own end on the heels of yours.

Jake’s entire body shook as he eased off the couch, his hands carefully on you as he helped you unfold. You were grateful for the help because he’d worked you hard in that position and you weren’t the most limber girl.

“You okay, Sugar?” he whispered, helping you to sit up on the couch.

You nodded as he fished the negligee out of the floor, eyeing you while he helped you put it back on. You knew that look. There was going to be a round two and your new lingerie probably wouldn’t last the night.

“Feel like I got hit by a bus,” you said with a laugh.

But you instantly regretted it because worry bled into his expression, those blue, blue eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” His hands moved carefully over you.

“No. So was worth it if you had,” you told him. You’d be feeling it tomorrow.

Sliding his hand along your cheek, he gazed into your eyes. “Cajun cuisine?”

You heart shifted in your chest at that gentle expression. When exactly had you fallen in love with this man?

You nodded, letting him kiss you carefully before he dressed and went about serving up dinner.

It didn’t take long until it was just the two of you at the table enjoying dinner. He’d even found candles.

“I’m not sure I should let you watch porn often,” you teased him.

You loved that lopsided grin of his, the way his gaze roamed over you like he didn’t want to look away.

“Want to do Hulk and Black Widow next?”

“No!” He laughed at your immediate reaction. That had looked painful. “I’m pretty sure that would put me in the hospital.”

You sampled the Étouffée, closing your eyes to savor that symphony of flavors. You’d always loved Cajun food.

To your surprise it was… a little bland. It even tasted a little funny.

“This is good,” Jake murmured as he ate.

You nodded, deciding not to say anything. He’d brought you a wonderful dinner and you’d enjoy it with him, make him happy.

Your phones hummed and pinged at the same time. You didn’t feel like finding your purse but fortunately, Jake had his in his pocket. He grinned as he read the message and then showed you the picture his sister sent of the girls, the new puppy.

The big yellow letters on the picture.

CAN I HAVE ONE TOO? PWEASE???

Shaking your head, you continued to eat.

Yeah, you knew where that was going. There would soon be a new member of the family.

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hettiesworld · 3 years

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Author’s note: ABBA is one of my favourite bands and I wanted to write a few fics inspired by my favourite songs from them. So, here’a a masterlist of them. They are all OFC (original female character) or OMC (original male character) fics. They will be either focused on Evans and his characters or Jeremy and his characters.

Knowing Me, Knowing You - Jake Jensen x OFC (Tao/Maya)

Waterloo - Carmine Polito x OFC (Robin)

Take a Chance on Me - Colin Shea x OFC (Poppy)

Lay All Your Love on Me - Aaron Cross x OFC (Jessica/Jess)

Super Trouper - Ari Levinson x OFC (Kyleigh)

The Winner Takes It All - Jem Coughlin x OFC (Aimee)

The Name of the Game - Bryce Langley x OFC (Alondra/Ally)

Voulez-Vous - Orlando the Magician x OFC (Charlotte)

Dancing Queen - Nick Gant x OFC (Tiyah)

Chiquitita - Gary Webb x OFC (Brooklyn)

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) - James Mace x OFC (Tegan)

Does Your Mother Know? - Jeremy Renner x OFC (Auora)

Fernando - Tommy Papouli x OFC (Cindy)

Thank You For The Music - Curtis Everett x OFC (Isabelle)

I Have a Dream - Dil x OMC (Tyler)

S.O.S - Lucas Lee x OFC (Lori)

Money, Money, Money - Sergeant Doyle x OMC (Nathan)

One of Us - Chris Evans x OFC (Addison)

Mamma Mia - Cory Lambert x OMC (Aiden)

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#chris evans #jeremy renner #nbarnes #masterlist

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beatrice-otter · 4 years

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Longfic Recs, Part III

The Rich Are Always Respectable: Rosemary (13571 words) by Elizabeth Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Pride and Prejudice Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy/OFC, Georgiana/OMC, Bingley/Jane Characters: Fitzwilliam Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, OFC, OMC Additional Tags: Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Series: Part 1 of The Rich Are Always Respectable

Summary:

Without Lady Catherine's interference, a family catastrophe throws Darcy and Elizabeth down wildly different paths.

So We Meet at Last (758 words) by thisbluespirit Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Miss Marple - Agatha Christie,Dracula & Related Fandoms,Dracula (TV 1968) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jane Marple, Count Dracula, Abraham Van Helsing, John Seward Additional Tags: Community: fan_flashworks, Crossover, Women Being Awesome, miss marple is awesome, The Author Regrets Nothing, Alternate Universe

Summary: Two genre legends meet. The outcome is inevitable. Someone really should have warned the Count never to trifle with fluffy old ladies. Hearts'-ease, by theficklepickle Henry V, AU, Henry/Montjoy. What infinite hearts'-ease must kings neglect That private men enjoy?

Whispers In Corners, by Esama. Harry Potter/Sherlock, AU, Harry/Mycroft. Everything started with a stumble - his new life in a new world as well as his surprisingly successful career as a medium. Realizations, by wishweaver. Harry Potter AU Harry returns to Privet Drive after 4th year and finds it...empty! What do you do when you can't go to your friends for help? Of Muggles and Magic, by Aurette Harry Potter Regency AU, Hermione/Snape A witch struggles to conform in a society that restricts her. A wizard thinks he has nothing to offer anyone but his duty and, ultimately, his life. Maria, by Judith Brocklehurst Mansfield Park futurefic, But the outstanding question for Mrs. Rushworth's connections was: where could she be placed? What could be done with a woman who, at twenty-two years old, had so disgraced her family, so alienated her friends, that no-one, except her doting Aunt Norris, wanted even to see her, let alone house her? Maria, now divorced, starts a new and independent life. Letters from a Smallville School Nurse, by Russell Saunders Superman, humor, outsider perspective, short All But Name, by Mirror And Image Star Wars, AU, Anakin and Obi-Wan, "You will be a Jedi, Anakin. I promise you. In all but name."

5 Times the Raptors Tried to Kill Miriam, and 1 Time They Didn’t (22937 words) by JulisCaesar Chapters: 6/6 Fandom:Jurassic Park (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Blood, Minor Character Death, Science, Like a lot of science, Dinosaurs, Period-Typical Homophobia, AIDS mention, Antisemitism, Asexual Character, medical shenanigans, I beat up the MC a lot ok

Summary: Miriam thought the job working for InGen sounded perfect. Tropical island, good pay, first dibs on publications… At least, she thought so until she found out that she was the only behaviorist on staff. Once the eggs hatched, it became all she could do to keep up–with the dinosaurs, the science, and her health.

Maggie Fitzgerald and the Saltwater Drip (79626 words) by antistar_e Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy Characters: Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Flash Thompson, Miles Morales, Harry Osborn Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Summary: Google politely tells her there are no poisonous spiders in Manhattan. Judging by her symptoms -- fever, superstrength, newfound desire to shove herself into small dark spaces, and sudden reputation as a masked vigilante -- Gwen would beg to differ. [Spider!Gwen AU.]

Enigma (11297 words) by Yahtzee Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom,X-Men - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Logan (X-Men), Mystique, Edie Lehnsherr, Original Female Character, Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost Additional Tags: Alternate Reality, Fix-It, Kink Meme, World War II

Summary: Written for the following prompt: Erik dies, or finds a reversey-time mutant, or a magical time travelling device, and wakes up in the past. This time, though, it's before he ever met Charles - in fact, it's before his mother died.

He can save his mother that one time (thanks to his mastery over powers carrying back), but what does Erik do after that? Does he stick around, or escape and run to find Charles again (and hope everything doesn't go wrong)?

Je vois ma vie en rose (79404 words) by lilacsigil Chapters: 10/10 Fandom:X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Erika Lehnsherr/Charlotte Xavier, Harriet McCoy/Raven (X-Men) Characters: Erika Lehnsherr, Charlotte Xavier, Harriet McCoy, Raven (X Men), Alex Summers, Amparo Muñoz, Angelo Salvadore, Sabrina Shaw, Emory Frost, Marcus MacTaggert, Azazel (X-Men), Jana Quested, Shannon Cassidy Additional Tags: Genderbending, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Big Bang Challenge

Summary: "Je vois la vie en rose" is a full-cast gender change. Canon male characters become female, and canon female characters become male or genderqueer. The only exceptions are real people and background military/government characters.

The CIA's Marcus MacTaggert attempts to recruit Doctor Charlotte Xavier and her sibling Raven to assist in the capture of suspected Communist Sabrina Shaw and her unusual associates. Thrilled at the thought finding of more mutants, Charlotte and Raven agree, but are soon put off by the CIA's misogynist attitude and decide to track down these other mutants by themselves. They do find more mutants, but not the ones they were expecting.

Charlotte starts to build a community of mutants but Raven finds that many of them can't even accept themselves, let alone someone who doesn't belong within familiar definitions of gender. Erika's determination to kill Shaw, Shaw's quest to recruit more mutants, and world-threatening political brinkmanship collide with deadly consequences: Charlotte, Raven and Erika must decide what kind of world it is that they want to create.

Unalienable (65554 words) by Basingstoke Chapters: 38/38 Fandom: Highlander (1986 1991 1994 2000 2007),X-Men (Movies),Highlander: The Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Duncan MacLeod/Methos, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Jean-Paul Beaubier/Piotr Rasputin, Bobby Drake/Rogue, Remy LeBeau/Rogue Characters: Charles Xavier, Logan (X-Men), Duncan MacLeod, Methos, Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe, Rogue (X-Men), Piotr Rasputin, Tony Stark, Yuriko Oyama, Kenny (Highlander), Kurt Wagner, Jean-Paul Beaubier, Jeanne-Marie Beaubier, Warren Worthington III, Grace Chandel, Arclight, Elektra Natchios, Connor MacLeod, Jubilation Lee, Artie, Joe Dawson, Kitty Pryde, Mirage, Bobby Drake Additional Tags: Crossover, Kid Fic, Decapitation, Medical Trauma Series: Part 26 of Author’s Favorites Summary: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

D'Ancanto (49868 words) by xenokattz Chapters: 8/8 Fandom:X-Men (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Rogue (X-Men), Charlotte Jones, Remy LeBeau, Ororo Munroe, Logan (X-Men), Warren Worthington III Additional Tags: Cast of dozens, Samuel L Jackson-level strong language & also violence, GQBAMF in a line behind me bitches, Old enough to remember Charlotte Jones Series: Part 1 of D'Ancanto

Summary: Drugs. Multi-state gangs. Mutant-killing virus. Civil unrest. Plot to assassinate a racist senator. Just another Tuesday for Marie D'Ancanto, NYPD detective in the country's first Mutant Crimes Task Force.

If We Never Got This Second Chance (50419 words) by Pookaseraph Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:The Losers (2010),Marvel (Movies),Marvel Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Jake Jensen, The Losers - Character, The Avengers - Character Additional Tags: Romance, Time Travel, Surprise Family, Father-Son Relationship, Happy Ending, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Alternate Universe - Canon, Character Death, Many Worlds Time Travel, Terrorism

Summary: When Tony and Steve’s son from the future, Jake Jensen, arrives at Avenger’s Tower, the two of them are forced to confront some hard truths: Tony that he might not actually become a horrible father, and Steve that he might not be able to set aside his discomfort with sharing a child with another man. When they both get a second chance at a first try at fatherhood, it’s up to the two of them to learn from their own future's past.

Freezer Burn (194186 words) by Domenika Marzione Chapters: 28/28 Fandom:The Avengers (2012),The Avengers - All Fandoms,Captain America,Captain America (Comics),Marvel Cinematic Universe,Captain America (Movies),The Avengers (Marvel Movies),The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Red Skull, MODOK, Maya Hansen, Hydra Agents, The Wrecking Crew (Marvel) Additional Tags: sorta comicsverse sorta movieverse it's all getting jossed anyway right?, hail HYDRA, Steve Rogers as chorus girl and company-grade officer, Clint and Natasha think they're hilarious, Action/Adventure, Thor is an alien prince and not an idiot, Peggy Carter can still kick your ass, barf cannon, superhero foodies, Tony Stark Has Issues, Tony's really not that bad at the business thing, Team, Team Dynamics Series: Part 2 of Freezer Burn

Summary: The adventures of Steve Rogers, defrosted soldier, who is missing time but not really all that lost. He's got a surprisingly broad knowledge of lettuces, a working grasp of modern technology, and may or may not be using both to mess with his teammates and save the world.

Exclusive (30833 words) by copperbadge Chapters: 3/3 Fandom:Marvel,The Avengers (2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Pepper Potts Additional Tags: POV Outsider, News Media, Slice of Life, Interviews, Snipers Series: Part 1 of Magazineverse

Summary: Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America's Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers.

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you (62917 words) by Mizzy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:The Avengers (2012),Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Don Blake, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Norman Osborn Additional Tags: Identity Porn, Alternate Universe, marvel-bang, Podfic Available, Comic book office au

Summary: Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

Widow's Weeds (4333 words) by Mhalachai Fandom:The Avengers (2012) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Steve/Natasha friendship, It happened in a graveyard, Trust Series: Part 1 of A Widow's Tale

Summary: Their secrets have secrets. Steve's starting to figure this out.

Mountains, Molehills (1175 words) by lalaietha Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Lilo & Stitch (2002) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Kawena/Nani Pelekai Characters: Nani Pelekai, Lilo Pelekai, David Kawena, Jumba Jookiba, Pleakley

Summary: Technically, David doesn't live here, but that "technically" is starting to get real thin, and he knows it. Which is why he chokes a bit when Lilo puts her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands, and says, "Are you going to ask my sister to marry you, or what?"

Here, where the world is quiet (6408 words) by busaikko Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Characters: Remus Lupin, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Child Death, Character Death, Werewolves, Boarding School, Post-Canon, Zine Chocolate and Asphodel

Summary: After the war, Severus became head of the Scrimgeour Lycanthrope Academy. His mandate was simple: Provide them with Wolfsbane and daily occupation. Teach them as you see fit. Report any violent outbursts. Keep them away from regular people.

Dudley's Memories (11650 words) by Paganaidd Chapters: 5/5 Fandom:Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Dudley Dursley/Undisclosed Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Lily Luna Potter, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Dudley Dursley, Original Characters Additional Tags: Canon Compliant Series: Part 1 of Memories and Dreams Summary: Minerva needs help delivering another letter to #4 Privet Drive. At forty, Dudley is not at all what Harry expects. A long overdue conversation ensues. DH cannon compliant, but probably not the way you think. Prologue to "Snape's Memories".

You'll Get There in the End (It Just Takes a While) (33437 words) by seperis Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Star Trek (2009) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, Spock/Nyota Uhura Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock, Nyota Uhura, Leonard McCoy, Christopher Pike, Spock Prime Additional Tags: First Time, Pon Farr, Telepathy Series: Part 1 of The Reboot Series

Summary: "Spock. Just say 'I don't trust Starfleet not to mess up the only captain in the fleet who I can train up to my expectations and enjoys running into danger wearing a blindfold as much as I do'."

Qui Habitat (133190 words) by domarzione Chapters: 20/? Fandom:Stargate Atlantis,Stargate SG-1 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay, Cameron Mitchell (SG-1), Jonas Quinn, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Steven Caldwell, Radek Zelenka, Evan Lorne, Original Characters Additional Tags: Apocalyptic, Alternate Universe - Dark, Ori, Religious Themes & References, Atlantis Alone, Action/Adventure, Alien Invasion, Colonialism Series: Part 2 of Qui Habitat

Summary: An SGA/SG-1 AU that spins off from the Ori arc that runs through Seasons Nine and Ten of SG-1 by changing one simple thing: the Ori don't lose. Earth is the last significant planet to fall in the Milky Way, but fall it does. Hard.

After Earth's fall, a large resistance movement was active, utilizing the Daedalus, the only surviving SGC carrier, as it's main instrument. Running raids in the Milky Way and bringing refugees and supplies to Atlantis, the Daedalus was the only lifeline between the two galaxies. Eventually her luck ran out and she was nearly destroyed by an Ori armada; after limping back to Atlantis, she is no longer flight-worthy and Atlantis is finally truly alone.

Over in Pegasus, Atlantis was first a long-distance witness and then a rear echelon for the escalating fight with the Ori over the Milky Way galaxy before becoming the final retreat for those who survived. Cut off from Earth and forced to revert to its (Season One) status as isolated outpost responsible for its own needs, Atlantis still has the responsibilities it has assumed in Pegasus -- defeating the Wraith and protecting those who can't help themselves -- while also awaiting the inevitable arrival of the Ori.

Rock Happy (141680 words) by ArwenLune Chapters: 31/31 Fandom: Generation Kill,Stargate Atlantis,Stargate SG-1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Brad Colbert, Nate Fick, Laura Cadman, Evan Lorne, Sam Carter, John Sheppard, Teal'c (SG-1), OC: Darren Avery, OC: Dr Fournier, OC: Lee Brittner, OC: Will Meyers, Daniel Jackson, Dusty Mehra, Tony Espera, Timothy Bryan, Ray Person, Mike Wynn, Nathan Christopher, Gabriel Garza Additional Tags: Crossover, Whole lotta fuckin' swearing, You want to recruit me for WHAT?, I wanna be there when they tell Ray about the space vampires, Daily life on Atlantis, original characters of colour, Women Being Awesome, POV Outsider, Brad Colbert has adventures IN SPACE, Team, Marine Corps, Wordcount: Over 50.000, Wordcount: 100.000-150.000, Women in the Military Series: Part 3 of Rock Happy 'verse

Summary: "You want to recruit me for what? You want me to go where?"

Sgt. Brad Colbert has been on a lot of strange missions, but this promises to be his most out there yet: Atlantis

This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about falling in team.

Out of Season (26987 words) by Elizabeth Culmer Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Shezan Tolkheera (OFC), Marigold Beaver (OFC), Axartha Tarkaan, Prince Rabadash, Ilgamuth Tarkaan, Hkreegah the Gull (OFC), the Tisroc, Ahoshta Tarkaan, Malindra Takhun (OFC), Peridan (Narnia), Susan Pevensie Additional Tags: Slavery, planned sacrifice of a sentient being (Talking Beast), Religion, Religious Themes & References, Worldbuilding, Canon Character of Color, once you create the rest of the world it has to count as much as your special country Mr. Lewis, POV Outsider, Calormen, Women Being Awesome, Female Protagonist, Narnia Fic Exchange 2011, Fictional Religion & Theology Series: Part 1 of Out of Season

Summary: In the fourteenth year of Rishti Tisroc's reign, a demon in the shape of a beaver is captured and brought to Tashbaan. Shezan Tolkheera, high priestess of the goddess Achadith, is given the responsibility of guarding the demon until its sacrifice at the Spring Festival. Complications ensue.

Carpetbaggers (119268 words) by cofax Chapters: 10/10 Fandom:Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Peter Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, OFC Series: Part 1 of Carpetbaggers

Summary: The day after Aslan left, taking the magic with him, just about everyone else left, too.

After the coronation festivities, the real work begins. During/post "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe".

Play It Again (63206 words) by metisket Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski & Laura Hale, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Laura Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Peter Hale, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Danny Mahealani, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Talia Hale, Chris Argent, The Hale Family - Character, The Argent Family - Character, Alan Deaton Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Magical Stiles Stilinski, derek's mad planning skillz, magical objects and their insufficient warning labels, laura's in charge, making the most of your afterlife, oh look here's a lower place, Alternate Universe, Dimension Travel Series: Part 1 of play it again

Summary: In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Coming Undone (57618 words) by KouriArashi Chapters: 11/11 Fandom:Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Lydia Martin, Gerard Argent Additional Tags: Stilinski feels, Hurt Stiles, Hurt/Comfort, all the feels, Pack Dynamics, PTSD, Plot sneaks in, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Mystery Series: Part 1 of The Sum of Its Parts

Summary: Stiles deals with the aftermath of being abducted by Peter Hale and left for dead. It's harder than he would have thought to accept his place in the pack when he's convinced that he's the 'weak one' and can't protect himself. Fortunately, Scott and Sheriff Stilinski are there to help, and to nag Derek until he helps, too.

Locked Inside the Facade (60245 words) by Dragonbat Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Batman (Comics),Nightwing (Comics) ating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson Characters: Bruce Wayne, Renee Montoya, Crispus Allen, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon, Thomas Elliot, Roman Sionis, Rachel Green, Romy Chandler, Michael Akins, Jim Gordon, Roy Harper, Grace Choi, Michael Holt, Helena Bertinelli, Connor Hawke, Dinah Lance Additional Tags: Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tragedy, Angst Series: Part 1 of Locked-Verse

Summary: A sudden shock in Batman's life leads to his apprehension at the hands of the GCPD.

Victory Bonds (39617 words) by copperbadge Chapters: 6/6 Fandom:DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane Characters: Clark Kent, Superman, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Alan Scott, Green Lantern, Lois Lane, Diana (Wonder Woman), Robin (DCU), Perry White, Lex Luthor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, 1940s, Alternate Universe - 1940s, PostWar, Nazis, Daily Planet, Spies & Secret Agents

Summary: The year is 1947, and Daily Planet front-pagers Clark Kent and "Louis" Lane are about to get the story of their careers, courtesy of the fledgling Justice League: the enigmatic Superman, the spy-turned-vigilante codenamed Bat, intelligence agent and newly minted Green Lantern Alan Scott, and Ambassador Diana, Princess of Themyscira.

Some Friendlier Sky (124800 words) by Hammie, AMarguerite Chapters: 24/24 Fandom:Les Misérables - All Media Types,Les Misérables - Victor Hugo Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Courfeyrac/Cosette, Cosette/Courfeyrac, Joly/Musichetta Characters: Cosette, Courfeyrac, Valjean, Combeferre, Joly, Bossuet, Enjolras, Jehan, Feuilly, Marius, Toussaint, Bahorel, Bahorel's Laughing Mistress, Javert Additional Tags: Hijinks & Shenanigans, Romanticism, lots of musings on popular Romantic literature

Summary: Courfeyrac falls through the roof of no. 7 Rue de l'Homme Armé, taking down not only the ceiling, but the carefully built walls Valjean has constructed around himself and Cosette. Wacky hijinks ensue. Thanks to Hammie for beta-ing.

Poster Boy (8162 words) by Sarah1281 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Les Misérables - All Media Types,Les Misérables - Victor Hugo Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cosette/Enjolras Characters: Jean Valjean, Enjolras (Les Misérables), Euphrasie "Cosette" Fauchelevant Additional Tags: Crack Pairings, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary: Valjean knows that he must confess the truth of his past to his new son-in-law and he thought he had prepared himself for all possible reactions. He was mistaken, however. Enthusiastic condemnations of the old regime and praise for his 'revolutionary spirit' were not something he knew what to do with.

A Deeper Season (117605 words) by lightgetsin ,sahiya Chapters: 19/19 Fandom:Vorkosigan Saga - Bujold Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gregor Vorbarra/Miles Naismith Vorkosigan Characters: Gregor Vorbarra, Miles Naismith Vorkosigan, Ivan Vorpatril, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan, Aral Vorkosigan Additional Tags: First Time, Romance, Action/Adventure, a deeper season, Alternate Universe, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 5 of A Deeper Season

Summary: Take one Miles, a hapless cousin, Cetagandan social politics, a galactic conspiracy, a scientific discovery, a lot of firepower, and an unexpected declaration. Mix well and step back quickly.

The Long Road Home (95516 words) by Scribblesinink Chapters: 22/22 Fandom:Lord of the Rings (2001 2002 2003),Lord of the Rings (Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Faramir, Aragorn, Boromir, OFC, OMC Additional Tags: Adventure, bookverse, movieverse, Future Fic, What-If, Alternate Universe, Boromir!Lives AU Series: Part 1 of Long Road Home (LotR)

Summary: Against all odds, Boromir survives Amon Hen. Ashamed and filled with remorse, he goes on a quest for redemption. Bound by his promise to a sick man, Faramir keeps the secret of his brother's survival. But as secrets are wont to do, the truth comes out eventually and Aragorn journeys north to bring Gondor's prodigal son home.

The Price of Freedom by Erin Lasgalen Lord of the Rings, Eowyn, post-series. AU/Adventure. In the aftermath of the War of the Ring, Eowyn comes to the painful realization that the wounds of the heart she still bears cannot be healed by going back to the cage, however gilded, however loving the master. Four years and hundreds of leagues later, her past is about to catch up with her in more ways than one.

Charmed Life (95300 words) by Fyre Chapters: 85/85 Fandom:Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mr Gold/Mary Margaret Blanchard Characters: Rumpelstiltskin | Mr. Gold, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Emma Swan, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Prince "Charming" James | David Nolan, Abigail | Kathryn Nolan, Henry Mills Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Complete Summary: When Regina toyed with the lives and memories of the people of Storybrooke, she was especially careful with the people who had been her bane in the the Enchanted Forest

Don't You Shake Alone (62189 words) by Dira Sudis Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Generation Kill Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Brad Colbert/Nate Fick Characters: Brad Colbert, Nate Fick, Ray Person Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Babies, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, First Time

Summary: Nate looked exactly like Brad always pictured him: exhausted in the full life-in-a-combat-zone sense of the word. (Don't forget the sequel)

Performance In a Leading Role (156714 words) by Mad_Lori Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Irene Adler, Harry Watson, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Molly Hooper Additional Tags: AU, Meta, Hollywood, Real Person Cameos, Romance, Show Business, Coming Out, Secret Relationship, Behind the Scenes Series: Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

Summary: Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world?

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic rec

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theycallmebecca · 7 years

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Becca's Fourth of July Drabble Spectacular

I had so much fun with my Memorial Day Weekend Drabbles that I wanted to do something for the Fourth of July, especially since I took the week off of work! (Please excuse the freaking long name for this series... I couldn't stop myself 😂)

Anyway, I am opening up prompts today (Wednesday, June 28th) through the Fourth of July (aka Tuesday). I will write them as I am inspired and/or have the time to. Like the Memorial Day Weekend one, I will be posting all of the drabbles on this blog @theycallmebecca. If you’d like to be tagged in the drabbles, reply to this post.

The drabbles I write will can be for:

Chris Evans

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Steve Rogers/Captain America)

Pairings can either be Chris and one of my female original characters or Chris/one of his characters x reader. I may make exceptions for pairings within the movies, but please note that I write M/F stories (though friendship/familial relationships are good, too).

Ratings can be everything from G to NC-17. You can specify one or the other, but if you don’t, I’ll decide what comes to me.

To begin with, I’m going to put a 5 prompt limit per requester. This may change depending on how many requests I get.

Each prompt must be submitted in it’s own ask and contain the following info:

Pairing: (required)

Rating: (optional)

A prompt: could be a photo (if so, please use the submit feature to send me the photo as well), a quote, a food, an activity. (Good Example: red dress, broken down car. Bad Example: Steve x reader go on their first date and he wins her a stuffed animal at the carnival and... )

If you have any questions, please let me know! I’m truly excited about this and I hope you guys will take part and submit prompts!!

#chris evans #chris evans fanfic #theycallmebecca #beccaheartschrisevans #becca's fourth of july drabble spectacular

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wiypt-writes · 2 years

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch13: Cats, Not To Be Trusted

Summary: The Losers find themselves back on US soil, but Stella doesn’t trust the mysterious Aisha one bit…

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson

Warnings: Bad language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

Word Count: 5.3k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. We do not own any characters in this series bar Stella Stevenson and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Too Loose And You’ll Lose It Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 12

Evan stood on the top of the half-constructed high-rise building, the hot midday Dubai sun scorching at the back of his neck. In front of him, Max stood on the edge of the roof, observing the ocean below them.

“Okay, here's what I'm hearing. I'm hearing "No." I'm hearing "Leave," and I'm hearing "I'm sorry." Is that what I'm hearing?”

Evan exchanged a glance with Wade who stood to his right and the two of them then turned to the fat, snivelling fucker of a scientist who instantly began pleading once more.

“We cannot do what you ask, I’m sorry.”

“Tell me, Nabeel, is this a moral issue or a financial issue?”

“A moral issue.”

“Really? You object morally to this deal?” Max clenched his fists, but still didn’t turn around.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Please leave...”

“Right. Okay, so that is what I'm hearing. Now, I want you to listen. Listen carefully because I want you to hear this. Wade?”

Wade turned to look at Max, who gave a nod. Without hesitation, Wade moved forward and viciously twisted the scientist’s arm up his back, pinning it in place with his left hand, his right on the man’s collar as he dragged him forward and up the small wooden pallet steps to the ledge besides Max. With a violent shove, he pushed him straight off the edge of the building.

The man’s screams faded out, until there was a loud crash, followed by another scream and the rest of the scientist’s colleagues all flinched, looking scared to death as Evan merely stood still, observing them.

“What the hell was that?” Max asked, his voice bewildered as his eyes looked down.

“You gave me the nod.” Wade shrugged.

“A hit him in the face nod, not a throw him off the roof nod.”

“I thought that's what you wanted.” Wade gestured over the side of the building and Max sighed.

“At most…at most that was a break his fingers nod. I mean Jesus, Wade, the man was a scientific genius. Granted his weight signalled that he had certain impulse control issues, but that’s no reason to throw his fat ass off fifty seven floors.”

“Sorry.” Wade shrugged.

Max paused for a moment, before he sighed and then turned, gesturing with his hand as he took the steps down from the ledge. “I think I speak for everyone here when I say that your actions were excessive and, yes, more than just a little wasteful.”

At that he exchanged a quick wink with Evan who smirked to himself. There had been nothing impulsive about any of that, it was a well-rehearsed charade Max liked to use, give everyone the impression that Wade was a loose cannon. It normally frightened everyone into compliance, and from the looks on the faces of the now cowering scientists who were left behind, it had worked like a charm.

“I dunno, boss.” Evan chipped in, “it does seem to have had the desired effect.”

“I agree.” Max nodded, “I’ll tell you what, Evan, throw baldy off next.” He pointed to the balding man to the left and as Evan stepped forward and gripped him, the taller bespectacled scientist shook his head.

“No please, wait!” Evan paused and the man continued. “We have a different moral perspective than our late colleague.”

Max nodded and pointed at him, “I need one to test and four to use.”

“Four snooks? We will need much money.”

At that, Max smirked and turned to walk away, Evan and Wade following him as he strode across the roof, “you will have much money.”

*****

Stella sat in the chair in the corner of the motel room, just outside Santa Fe in New Mexico. They’d been back on US soil now for roughly twenty four hours and she was on edge. It hadn’t helped that Aisha’s magical plan to get them back into the country had been to basically have them shipped over in coffins to Nogales on the US/Mexican border. Stella hadn’t been a fan of the plan, neither had Roque, both raising loud objections about the fact they didn’t know if they were ever going to be let out of the damned things again.

Clay had told them they could stay where they were if they wanted to, which wasn’t an option either, so Stella had reluctantly taken the tranquiliser tablets Aisha had given her, warning the woman that if she did die then she would make it her personal mission to haunt her for the rest of her life.

They now had three days before they hit Max, and had just finished putting the flesh on the bones of the plan to get them the equipment they needed. That was tomorrow afternoon’s task. The thing was, Jensen knew that Stella was on edge about Aisha and in an attempt to placate her somewhat, as soon as he’d gotten access the necessary equipment (courtesy of said benefactor), he’d done as much digging into her background as possible. And, as a side investigation, discovered exactly why Max had used them the way he had.

“Heroin. Max uses it to fund his off the books ops. And it comes straight from the poppy fields of the late Jamal al-Fadhil.” Jensen leaned back in the chair, which was by the side of the small vanity table.

“So he used us to kill Fadhil and take over his operation.” Pooch rolled his eyes and Stella took a deep breath.

“You know what? I’m not really interested in why he did what he did. Not anymore. I’m more interested in her.”

“Arty is right.” Roque stated from where he stood, leaning against the wall. “Jensen, what did you find on her?”

“Nothing much over what I already know,” Jake shrugged. “She’s an ex-company hitter. First job was a junior field officer in Shanghai. You can Google it under ‘Shanghai Hilton Decapitation’.”

“Decapitation?” Cougar looked around and Jensen grinned.

“Yup, took the CEO’s head right off.”

“I’ll stick to googling porn,” Clay stated, over the various hisses and winces from the team. He poured himself another scotch before topping up the rest of their glasses.

“Thanks.” Stella muttered, “then what, Jake?”

“Two Chinese and an Italian arms dealer in Bangkok. And that’s all I got.”

“Could those files-“

“-have been planted for us to find?” Jensen finished Roque’s sentence for him and shook his head. “CIA timestamp, digital watermark...Someone would've had to go to a lot of trouble, and I mean a lot, to fool me.”

Whilst big headed on the outside, the team took the statement for what it was, fact. Jensen was exceptionally clever and the only person any of them knew that could hack pretty much every secret service archive in the world. The room fell silent before Clay downed his drink and placed his glass down.

“Okay, that’s enough for now. I don’t care if she has any ulterior motives, all I give a shit about is getting Max and our lives back.”

Roque and Stella exchanged a glance, and Stella merely raised her eyebrows.

“We have a plan, our equipment will be waiting for us at the drop point,” Clay looked around the room, “I suggest we all get some rest, it’s going to be a long three days.”

“It’s been a long three months.” Cougar shrugged, to mumbled agreements. The rest of the team necked their drinks and then took their leave, staggering it slightly to make it less obvious. Stella and Jake were the first ones to go. Jake poked his head out of the room, and when he realised the coast was clear he reached for Stella’s hand and they headed into the small landing and made their way to the stairs.

“I know you don’t like this, babe,” Jake broke the silence as he fished in the back pocket of his denims for the room key, “but, Clay is right. Whatever this chick’s motives are, does it really matter? We have a plan, one which means we can go home.”

“If it works,” Stella shrugged as Jake pushed the room door open and stepped in first, hand on his gun which was tucked into his waistband, just in case. Stella flipped on the lights, and when they were satisfied their room was as they had left it, sweeping it quickly for bugs, she sat on the edge of the bed and gave a loud groan, flopping backwards. “Call me cynical, but I just can’t get this feeling of foreboding out of my system.”

“Your Stelly senses tingling, huh?” Jake asked as he sat next to her, twisting on the bed so he was looking down at her. She shrugged and opened her eyes, blinking up at him. “Want me to make something else tingle?”

“You,are…” Stella snorted, slapping his arm as Jake chuckled, before he reached out, his hand brushing her hair off her face.

“I get it, but, maybe try and stay positive, huh?”

“You know, if this does work, and we get back…then, I’m never doing this again. I want out.”

“Out?”

“Yeah, of the CIA, black ops, army, the lot.” Stella whispered and Jake frowned.

“Being in the army is all you’ve ever wanted.”

Stella took a deep breath and gave a sad smile. “I know, but this…it really isn’t worth it. I mean I knew it would be dangerous and I knew what I was signing up for, but I can’t do this to my family again, I just can’t.”

“So what you wanna do instead?”

“That I don’t know, maybe I could go work for Rey and make soap.”

At that, Jake gave a loud bark of a laugh and simply looked at her. “Well, whatever it is, if it’s what you really want then I’ll back ya all the way. We’ll work it out.”

Stella propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him for a second before she smiled, softly. “Together.”

“Always.” Jake dipped his head and caught her lips in a soft kiss. “Now, about that tingle...”

“I don’t wanna tingle,” Stella whispered, “I wanna cum, hard.”

“Fucking hell, baby!” Jake grinned against her mouth, “I love it when you get all demanding. Reminds me of when we were teenagers.”

Stella chuckled as he kissed her again. “Yeah, just shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

There was no slow undressing, it was a scramble for the pair of them to get out of their dirty clothes, both of them desperate to work away the tension of the last few days. As Stella fell back onto the bed, Jake grabbed her ankles and rather roughly pulled her to the edge. Her legs hung over his shoulders, heels digging into his back. She peered down at him, and he gave her a cheeky wink before he dove into her with his mouth.

His tongue licked, lapped, flicked and curled over and over. Stella’s pants grew louder and louder as he worked her into a frenzy. She curled the fingers of one hand into those spiky, bleach blonde locks that were well on their way to growing out to his natural, dark brown colour. The other hand gripped at the cheap bedsheet beneath her as she arched her back, pushing herself against his face as her head began to spin.

The scratch of his goatee, mixed with the softness of his lips and warmth of his tongue was sending her entire body into overdrive, and Jake could tell. He gently grazed her sensitive clit with his teeth. Her nails curled further into his scalp and he gave a chuckle which vibrated against her, causing her to groan loudly.

“Jesus Christ, JJ,” she panted, looking down at him. He peeked up from between her legs, those glasses still perched on his face, and through them she saw a cheeky glint in his eyes.

“You want me to fuck you hard, yeah?”

“Yes…”

“Get on your hands and knees, baby.”

The authority in his tone sent a shiver down her spine and she moved, obeying. Jake moved, climbing up onto the bed behind her. One hand curled round her hip, the other gripped his now throbbing cock. He gave himself a few pumps before he lined himself up with her entrance. With a snap of his hips, he buried himself in her heat, balls deep from the off, jolting her forward as she cried out, a rumble of his own rolling from his throat out of his mouth.

It was dirty, it was fast. Jake’s hands curled over Stella’s hips tightly as he pounded in and out of her relentlessly, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. Her head fell between her arms, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth in pleasure. Those dirty, little noises she made joined the sound of skin slapping on skin as Jake made good on his promise, and fucked her hard.

“God, you feel so good, baby.” Jake groaned as he leaned over her, chest pressed to her back. His mouth nipped at that spot on her neck that drove her wild and she gave a groan, tilting her head to the side. One of his hands wrapped around her throat, the other arm crossed underneath her breasts as he kissed her, sloppily. Then, with an easy movement, he sat back on his heels, taking her with him.

The change in angle had Stella crying out as Jake went deeper, his tip sliding along those walls inside her. Her knees planted either side of his thighs as he thrust upwards, deeply. Those large, but nimble hands moved up her body, cupping both her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. His hips continued bucking upwards, lips sucking at her neck as he felt her breath quicken, and her thighs began to tremble.

“Come on, cum for me, Stelly.” he groaned, his hands plucking at her nipples, harder.

With a loud, filthy lament she did, just that, hard. Her walls clamped down around him, squeezing him like a vice.

“Good girl,” he nipped the lobe of her ear as her head fell back against his shoulder. He tilted her face round to his, kissing her again, sloppily as she trembled in his arms. As the warmth pooled in his own belly, he gave a final rut upwards, his release overlapping the last waves of hers, groaning into her mouth.

The room became silent as the pair of them stilled, nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard as Jake held his girl close, kissing the side of her neck, waiting for their bodies to even out. As he felt Stella sag in his arms, he gently pulled out of her and led her down alongside him on the bed.

“Hi.” He grinned as she opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed. She gave a little laugh, before she reached up, palm caressing his cheek.

“You didn’t even take your glasses off.”

“Well, when my girl wants me, I’m not gonna keep her waiting, what can I say?”

Stella snorted, shaking her head before she sighed. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Stelly.” He smiled, catching her mouth with his. “And I promise, as soon as we get home, imma make you Mrs Jensen.”

“Yeah?” she chuckled, and he nodded.

“Absolutely.”

“Good to know.” she blinked, before he kissed her again.

“Then we’re gonna buy our nice home, make our babies…it’s all gonna work out, babe, you’ll see.” Jake looked at Stella, and she took a deep breath. He was like a little puppy, his enthusiasm was so dorky and so lovable, that she didn’t have the heart to bring him down by telling him she still wasn’t convinced they were going to make it back.

Instead, she simply smiled and kissed him again before she settled down, head on his chest as he held her close.

******

“Ninety percent of the globe is tooling up to whack us and we're too busy losing our nerve to notice.” Max spoke as the chopper landed on the shore of an Island in the surrounding area of Fiji. They’d just watched the demonstration of one of the snooks, which had resulted in another smaller island being completely and utterly disintegrated before their eyes. “It's Us versus Them and right now my money would be on them.

The blades stopped whirring and they all unfastened their belts, taking off their headsets.

“We need to wake people up. We need to hit them in the face, angry up the blood, give them their balls back.”

“So who we selling them to?” Evan asked as they climbed out of the chopper

“Chinese extremists, the PLF, the frigging French…I don’t care, as long as they have the right price and are willing to use it. No stock piling, no deterrents.” He paused under the shade of the umbrella being held up by a pretty brunette, “it’s like giving a hand gun to a six year old, Evan. You don’t know how it’s gonna end, but you’re pretty sure it’s gonna make the papers.”

“Another war?” Wade asked as they continued walking.

“Well, what do you believe in, Wade?” Max asked, “I’m guessing shot guns and big titties.”

“I also enjoy air shows and beer.” Wade replied. Evan snorted as Max paused again, a slight smirk on his face before he shook his head.

“We’re saving our country, Wade. We’re doing something that will benefit the United States of America.”

Evan chuckled as Wade shrugged. “I was born in Quebec.”

“Okay, then we’re saving North America.” Max replied a little sarcastically.

At that point, a gust of wind blew the umbrella the woman was holding away, exposing Max to the sunlight. He looked up, gave a dramatic roll of his eyes and then looked at Wade. “Let me have your weapon, Wade.”

Wade sighed, and Evan gave a groan, both men fully understanding what was coming. Wade handed it over and Max took it. His eyes trained on wade, he crossed his arm over his body and shot the woman square in the chest. Without a word, he returned the gun to it’s owner.

“Really?” Evan sighed, watching as Wade stored his weapon back in his holster.

“Oh, quit whining!” Max shook his head, “you know, you’re very uptight these days. You, my friend, need to get laid. Go find a hooker or something, loosen yourself up.”

He clapped Evan on the shoulder as he made to walk past him.

“The Company's with you on this?” Evan asked and Max paused, turning back to look at him.

“Kinda... Sorta...”

Evan raised an eyebrow and Max sighed as he continued. “You know the drill, they don't like to know how the sausages get made. What do you care?

“I don't,” Evan shrugged, “just want to make sure everyone gets paid.”

“The money's coming from our Afghanistan operation. And what the Company doesn't know won't hurt them,” Max shrugged, before he grinned, “unless they're within the blast radius.”

**** The back road through the Chihuahuan desert was deserted, which was a good job, for in the middle of it lay an upturned army jeep, which had seemingly been in a collision with a HGV.

Two soldiers lay on the floor, both injured. One, thankfully, was with it enough to radio for help.

“Base 1, this is Cavalier 415!” the frantic voice echoed around the still, New Mexico air, “we've been in a collision with a civilian vehicle.” The soldier paused, panting a little as he looked around, “Carvey's dead and Freeman's hurt real bad. We need med-evac immediately.” another pause before he continued, devastation lacing his tone. “He's got kids, Base 1, he's got kids!”

“He’s got kids, seriously?” Stella’s voice in Jake’s ear

“Yeah, I know, that sucked.” Jensen shook his head

“Roger, Cavalier 415” came the response from the Military Radio.

“Come on, Jensen. You're better than that.”

“Scrambling a chopper. Hang in there.”

“He's got kids. So contrived. I used to be good at that. I was good at that, right, Stelly?” He glanced slightly round, in the direction of the thicket of spikey shrubs her and Pooch were hidden behind.

“Shut up.”

“Thanks babe. Robert De Niro who?” Jensen adjusted his sunglasses with his hand, pushing them back up his nose.

“Jensen, you heard your miussus! Shut up!”

“You shut up, Roque. You're dead. I'm spinal injury. Spinal injury can talk. Dead can't say shit.”

“Stop talking or I'll break your neck really.” Roque deadpanned, his eyes closed, head lolling to the side as he remained completely still on the floor.

“You really gotta start getting into character. I'm serious, man. Dead guy – “ Jensen waved his hand in front of his face- “no talking.”

From their hiding point, Stella looked at Pooch who rolled his eyes and she groaned. “Jake, I swear to God, if you don’t shut up I’m gonna kill you before Roque gets the chance”

“Hey, I’m playing my part, Stelly.”

Before she could reply, they heard the sound of a chopper approaching. Stella and Pooch both watched it land and two medics hopped, out, springing towards both Roque and Jensen, the latter of who began to make fake, over the top noises of distress.

“Okay Buddy, we'll get you patched up in no time.” Stella heard the voice of the female medical officer speak to Jensen and then narrowed her eyes at Jensen’s response.

“Oh, my God. Hi. What's your name?”

“Fire when ready, Cougar.” Clay instructed.

“Can you dart JJ too?” Stella mumbled and Cougar merely chuckled in her ear. A second later Stella saw the medic by Jake jolt in surprise and reach to her neck. The one by Roque grabbed at their thigh. Almost immediately, they both fell unconscious.

As predicted, the rest of the chopper crew disembarked to find out what was going on and Pooch nudged Stella. They hurried over, rounding the back of the chopper.

“YooHoo.” Pooch called.

As the soliders wheeled round, Stella shot them both with a dart and Pooch grinned. “You've just been chopper-jacked, fellas!”

Leaving Pooch to sort the GPS system as planned, Stella strode over to where Jake and Roque were now stood up, Jake pointing at the unconscious woman

“Have you ever seen an EM look like this?”

“Really, bro? ‘Hi, what's your name? I have no legs, but I wanna take you on a date’?” Roque shook his head. Jake simply grinned, and then he spotted Stella who stood watching him, her arms folded, brows raised.

“But she’s not a patch on you, babe.”

“Asshole.” She grumbled, shaking her head as she sighed, turning on her heels and ignoring Jensen’s yells of her name.

“Quit the domestic,” Clay barked out, catching Stella’s eye, “we got work to do.”

Together the team set about gathering what they needed. Jake and Roque discarded their ‘borrowed’ army uniforms, and set about helping Cougar, Clay and Aisha to load the chopper onto the trailer of the HGV. Meanwhile, Stella helped Pooch as he duck taped the helicopter’s GPS to a rocket missile.

“What do you think is up with all this "Don't call me colonel" stuff?” Pooch asked, nodding to Clay, who was sat on the wheel sill of the truck, waiting for them to finish.

“It's classic loss of identity. Clay defined himself by his place in military structure,“ Jensen mimed teeing up a golf ball, “his way of measuring the good he did. Without it, he's just another loser like the rest of us.”

Pooch raised his eyebrows as Stella held the rocket in place, as he wrapped another load of tape around it.

“That’s actually quite insightful.” Stella arched her brow, and Jake whipped his head up, looking at both her and Pooch.

“You know cats can make a thousand different sounds, and dogs can only make ten?”

“And that’s not.” Stella paused and looked at Pooch, before they both turned to Jake who snorted and shook his head, returning to his fake golf.

“Cats. Not to be trusted.”

Jensen mined a swing, following through and Stella simply ran her hands over her face and groaned. She’d long given up trying to figure out how his brain worked.

“Okay, do me a favour and never repeat that.” Pooch shook his head, and turned to Stella. “How the fuck do you put up with him?”

“Believe me, I’m beginning to wonder.”

“Don’t be like that, Stelly,” Jake grinned at her and she merely glared back at him, “you love my useless trivia.”

Before she could respond, Pooch handed her the rocket and picked up the launcher.

“We're all set!” he called out, and the rest of the team looked up as Stella loaded the rocket into the tube.

“Ready to take a giant step for…guys who like to steal stuff, I guess.” Pooch raised the launcher onto his shoulder as Jensen and Stella both backed away a little towards the rest of the team.

“Hit it.” Clay instructed.

So Pooch did. The rocket sailed off and everyone watched as the rocket fired off into the distance.

“Beautiful.” Clay chuckled as Jensen cheered, laughing a little, bouncing like an excited puppy.

“Now, that's a rocket!” Pooch grinned triumphantly, giving Stella a hi-five.

“Let them chase that!” she smirked.

“Wow, shit!” Jake was still laughing as Pooch looked at him.

“Did you see that? I'm the black MacGyver.” Pooch held his hands out to his sides. “BlaGyver!”

It was then that Stella caught the chatter on the radios of the soldiers they’d taken out

“What's your situation? Over.”

“Time to move.” She spoke loudly, and Clay nodded.

“You heard Arty, Losers, lets get out of here.”

Less than a minute later, the HGV rumbled off from the scene, leaving the soldiers sleeping soundly in a row at the side of the road, and no signs at all that anyone else had been at the scene.

******

The Warehouse they were holed up in was roughly an hour or so’s drive North. Once there, they all had work to for the next part of their plan which would see them apprehend Max. As everyone got busy, doing their part, Aisha sat on the side of a large crate, concentrating on cleaning her gun.

“We don’t know anything about her. I still don’t like it.” Stella mumbled, watching her.

“Yeah, we gathered,” Cougar continued spraying the chopper with dark blue paint.

“I mean why? Why is she doing this? What does she get out of it?”

“Does it matter?” Jake asked.

“Yes, think about it Jake! The CIA thinks we’re dead. What happens after all this? How do we know she isn’t gonna sell us out? I don’t trust her.”

“Would it help if I got her to talk?”

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?” Stella arched her brow as Cougar paused to look at him.

“Win her over with the old Jensen charm.”

Stella snorted, “Go on then.”

With a cheeky wink, Jensen flashed a wink at Cougar and headed over to Aisha.

“Hi.”

Nothing.

“Where you from originally?”

“The wilds of Northern Africa.”

“Wow, so that must've been…” he paused as Aisha looked at him, “…sandy. Do you have any hobbies?”

“When I was little, I collected human ears.”

Jake pursed his lips and nodded, “good times,” he chucked, “But it's...”

At that point he simply sighed and walked off. Both Stella and Cougar watched him go, before turning to Aisha. She shrugged, and simply continued fiddling with the gun she had been stripping down.

“The old Jensen charm,” Stella looked at Cougar and he laughed, putting the spray gun down.

“Hey, you fell for it.”

She rolled her eyes and followed after Jensen to the area at the back. Clay was busy looking at some surveillance shots, making notes on a map. Jensen leaned against a wooden table and he looked up at Stella who simply locked eyes with him, and moved towards Clay.

“Babe, come here.” Jensen stopped her with a hand on her arm. She took a deep breath and stopped, allowing him to pull her into the space between his legs. “You still pissed at me?”

She popped a shoulder.

“I was only joking, you know about that EM.”

Again, she merely popped a shoulder and Jensen groaned a little, but before he could say anything else, he felt Stella grow even more rigid as her eyes tracked Aisha as she walked over, Cougar following behind.

Aisha pointed at the photos that Clay had been looking at. “Are small arms gonna be a problem?”

“It's taken care of. Thanks.” Pooch nodded.

Stella paused, before she shook her head and stepped forward, eyes trained on Aisha. “And maybe now, you can take care of this nagging feeling I have in my mind. What do you want with Max?”

“Arty,” Clay warned and Stella shook her head.

“No. She did her part. All right? We got home. I mean, we could walk right now.”

“You could, but we made a deal.” Aisha gave Stella a smug smile

“Fuck deals, okay?” Stella shook her head, as Roque stepped forward, his hand curling over her shoulder from behind.”

“Arty’s right,” he began circling round Aisha a little, “you made a deal with Clay. I want answers, same as she does.”

There was a pause, the entire team watching and Stella folded her arms. “Well? We’re waiting.”

Aisha took a deep breath, before she looked at Stella, then Roque. “Max is trying to buy next-generation weapons. I don't know the endgame. What I do know is when Max takes an interest in something, people die and world maps get redrawn.”

“Bullshit. Do you really think you can take him on, little girl?”

“No, big boy,” Aisha snapped back, pointing at Roque, “you are.”

“You know, I think I'm just gonna kill her right now, Clay.” Stella pulled her gun from her jeans and Jensen stepped forward

“Stelly…”

“Yeah, I’m down for that,” Roque nodded, as he stood almost toe to toe with Aisha, staring her down, “right between the eyes, Arty.”

“Stella, put the gun down. You’re not shooting anyone.” Clay spoke almost lazily.

“Yes, I am,” Stella shrugged, cocking the hammer of her pistol.

With a roll of her eyes, Aisha moved and stepped towards Stella. She stopped in front of her, grabbed the barrel of Stella’s gun, and held it to her head. “You wanna shoot your bankroll, go right ahead.”

Stella felt the red, hot anger coursing through her veins at the woman stood in front of her. She really, really didn’t like Aisha, nor trust her. But on a simple, basic human level, her cock-sure attitude was pissing her the fuck off. There was only room for one Alpha Female around here, and it sure as fuck wasn’t this newcomer they’d only known for five minutes…

“Stella, honey…” Jake gently called her name, and Stella grit her teeth, her nostrils flaring. She took a deep breath, her eyes still trained on Aisha as she lowered her gun.

“Okay, you stay with us, but if anything smells like a trap, I get to put a bullet in your skull. Does that sound fair?”

“That sounds fun.” Aisha smirked and Stella snarled again.

“Sounds like my parents.” Jensen quipped. At that, Stella turned to look at him as Pooch chuckled.

“No, no it…” she groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose before she clicked the safety on her gun and stashed it in her waistband again. “I need some air.” Jake moved to go with her and she shook her head. “Alone.”

As she walked past Clay, she gave him a filthy look and he simply chuckled lowly. “I knew you weren’t gonna shoot her.”

“Not today,” Stella replied, before she headed for the door.

***** Chapter 14

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch12: Petunias

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: Jake’s on a mission of his own; buying Stella a birthday gift. But then, one evening, a mysterious woman is spotted with Clay and suddenly The Losers find themselves being offered a way back home.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson

Warnings: Bad language,

Word Count: 4.2k

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Chapter 11

May 2009.

The early afternoon sun beat down on his neck as Jake stood with Cougar, examining the bunches of flowers at the market stall in the small square not far from their condo building. There was a buzz to the air, the little pop up stalls only frequented the area every second Friday of the month, drawing the locals in by the droves. And, luck would have it, today it fell on Stella’s birthday meaning Jake could actually get her something nice instead of scrabbling around in local supermarkets.

Given their current financial state, Stella had made him promise not to go mad, just as she had resisted the urge for his birthday a few weeks prior. So far he had purchased her a small, hand crafted leather bracelet which reminded him of a friendship one he’d brought her back from his vacation when they were kids. It was a simple, woven design, which fastened with a silver clasp. He’d then hovered around a stall selling handmade soap, debating whether or not she’d appreciate the joke reference to her sister. Normally he wouldn’t have hesitated, but it was a particularly sore subject as Rey’s due date was fast creeping up on them so he had left well alone and instead bought her a huge box of local, handmade sweets. Now, his final task was to find her some flowers. Only he couldn’t see the specific ones he wanted.

“Hey, Cougs, ask him if he has any petunias.”

Cougar turned his head, peeking at Jensen from underneath the brim of his hat, a ‘what the fuck’ expression on his face.

“Ask yourself.”

“I don’t speak Spanish?!” “Then you should make the effort to learn , how long have you been living here?” Cougar looked at him reproachfully. “And Petunias? Why Petunias? What are we doing here in the first place?”

The first question didn’t need answering. Not really. All The Losers were painfully aware exactly how long they’d been hiding, three damned months. But as for the reason Jake was currently hunting for a particular flower…

“Because it’s Stella’s birthday, and they’re her favourite. Just… help me out man,” Jensen’s voice was whiney, “how do you say it?

“Petunias.” Cougar rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, petunias. How do you say petunias in Spanish?”

“Petunias.” Cougar repeated as he looked at Jensen. “Yeah, petunias!” Jensen groaned, “what are you, deaf?”

“Cabron!” Cougar hissed, “the word is petunias, same as English!”

The man at the flower stall stood watching them with an amused expression. After a while, he turned to Cougar, “Quiere petunias, señor?”

Cougar nodded, “si.”

Jake clicked his fingers, “that was yes! Does that mean he has some? Fuck, I knew I should have listened in class instead of copying Stella’s homework.”

Cougs rolled his eyes. “How about you listen now. You’re literally surrounded by Spanish speaking people, you jerk!”

“Man, I just want the flowers!” Jake whined and Coug smirked, looking at the stall holder.

“Es el cumpleaños de su novia.”

“Ohhhh, girlfriend birthday!” The man spoke in a thick, Spanish accent. “Espere… you wait!” The man turned to head round the back of the stall and Jake suddenly yelled, “not his girlfriend! Mine!”

He took a huge breath and glanced around, his mind suddenly catapulted back to this day some eleven years or so ago, back to when he’d first asked Stella to be his girlfriend

He’d been nervous as hell, and on edge all afternoon at the barbecue that Jules had thrown for her. And when his family and the rest of their friends had gone, he’d hung around, finally managing to get her on her own. But the huge, articulated speech he’d been planning in his head completely vanished as Stella looked at him, her head cocked to one side, puzzled as she waited for him to tell her what he said he needed to speak to her about.

But it had worked. For some god unknown reason, she liked him back, and he’d found himself rushing home in his crappy car after his parents and sister, to bag some money so he could take her out that very same night.

“That’s actually what you said?” Jane blinked as Jensen nodded, then gave a yelp as she swatted at his head. “You’re useless.”

“Not that useless, as it worked.” Jensen grinned. “Which reminds me, I need to borrow thirty bucks.”

“What for?”

“I’m taking her out tonight.”

“I’m not paying for your first date, Jacob!”

“Jane, I’m broke! Come on!”

“Suppose I could lend you some, seeing as I just won twenty.”

“What?” Jake frowned.

“I bet ten bucks with Dad and Rob that you’d ask Stella out today. They both owe me.”

“Well then, by rights that money is mine.”

“Piss off.”

Jake groaned. ”Fine, I’ll go ask dad.”

Jane considered him for a moment before she sighed, “look, if I didn’t need it, I’d give it you, if nothing more than for Stel. Where you taking her anyway?”

“Burgers at our fave place, then to the roller rink.”

“Huh, cute.” Jane grinned, “Not a bad first date. And she definitely wants to go with you?”

“What? Yeah, I…well, I hope so…she kissed me.”

“Oh my God, SHE kissed YOU?”

Jake nodded, his cheeks flushing red. “I hadn’t even managed to ask her at that point, I’d kinda just told her I wanted to be more than friends and she kissed me.”

Jane smirked, “you’re a lucky bastard, you know that.”

“Yup!” that goofy grin spread across Jake’s face. “it felt good Jane, like real good-“

“What felt good?” Their dad asked as he walked into the kitchen and Jane grinned.

“Jake kissed Stella, he’s taking her out on a date tonight.”

John groaned, “Pal, you just cost me ten bucks!”

Jake rolled his eyes before he shrugged, “now I’m gonna cost you more as I need to borrow twenty to take her out tonight. I spent all my wages this week on her birthday gift.”

John looked at his son before he grinned, “here…” he reached for his wallet that was on the side and pulled out a few notes, “take fifty and buy her some flowers."

“Already did that,” Jake took the fifty anyway, “it’s her birthday, I got her petunias. Like every year.”

“Petunias?” John frowned.

“Yeah, her favourites. Her dad used to always pick her and Rey one from their front yard when he came home from tour and give them one each.”

“Impressive, son.” John smiled softly.

“We’ve been best friends for almost six years…”

“What’s going on?” Jake’s mom appeared and John grinned.

“Our son, honey. He’s taking Stella on a date and already knows her favourite flowers.”

“You’re taking Stella out?” Janet gasped, before she grinned, “oh my god, about time!”

“She’s already kissed him, Mom.” Jane quipped and Jake groaned.

“She kissed you? My little babies!” His mom almost shrieked, “oh I have to call Jules…”

“Mom, no need, she knows, she erm, she caught us, kissing…but…it’s cool.”

John laughed, “Well done, son. Having the mother in law on your side is awesome, makes life easier. I’d know, because mine was…”

“Do NOT finish that sentence!” Julie glared at her husband.

Jake’s attention was grabbed back when the stall owner appeared with with a huge bouquet of petunias, all bright and gorgeous colours, bound with a simple ribbon. With a grin like the Cheshire cat, Jake reached into his pocket for some cash before handing it over. “Thank you very much, she’ll love them!” He took the bunch on his hand, “you’re a saviour. Good times!”

“Stop.” Cougar groaned before they both turned and headed back towards the main cross roads. “Sorry man, but, well I know I can’t buy her much but I wanted to at least try and make it special you know.” Jake shrugged, “I mean she made the effort for mine last month. I don’t even know how she got that t-shirt made.”

He smirked at the thought of the bright pink tee emblazoned with Gracie’s soccer team logo.

“I do, we did it at the factory. Have you even worn it yet?” Cougar looked at him.

“A few times, I save it for special occasions, you know, like the times we manage to cook when the grill is working.”

“You use it for cooking?”

“No, I use it when we can cook. Pay attention, Coug.”

Cougar shoved him roughly on the shoulder, “you pay attention!”

“Watch the flowers man!”

“You’re lucky I love Arty, jerk.”

“Maybe a little too much?” Cougar frowned and turned to Jensen, “what?” “Nothing.” “Oh no, you can’t just say that. Out with it dickhead.”

Jensen looked at him and cleared his throat, “I’m just saying you have a soft spot for her, that’s all.”

“Wait, are you accusing me of hitting on her?”

“I didn’t say that, did I?” “Good because if you did those flowers would be up your ass!” “Rude, Cougs. Rude.” Jensen sniffed. “But you have it.” “Have what?”

“A soft spot. For my girl.”

Cougar grumbled something in Spanish and pinched the bridge of his nose, “every one of us has a soft spot for Arty, she’s awesome. Too good for you.”

Jensen grinned. “Yeah, she’s awesome, right?” Then he paused, “wait! Too good for me?!”

Cougar pat his back, “yup but for whatever reason she chose you so… you’re good.”

The two men paused as they reached the corner of the street. “She working?” Cougar asked Jensen. “Not until later.” Jensen shook his head. “She’s got a late shift.“

“So she’s not working right this minute?” Cougar cut him off.

“No. Why?” “Jensen… why are you here then and not with her? Idiot.”

“Because I had to buy the flowers.”

“And now you got the flowers… so…”

“So,” Jensen slapped him on the back, “bye, Cougs!”

Cougar shook his head as Jake bounced off towards their little apartment building. ***** Stella was made up with her flowers. She burst into tears when Jake presented them to her. She also loved the little leather bracelet too, instantly getting the connection and why Jake had picked it. But the petunias were what really put a smile on her face, as she said they were a little bit of what she felt like home in the shit hole they were being forced to live in.

They spent most of the afternoon lazing in bed, making out and watching crap on TV, Jake making up his own voice over and commentary to dub the little telenovela they’d both become strangely fond of. Then when it was time for Stella’s shift, Jensen walked her to work and spent the night alternating between reading a book at the bar with a beer and bugging the shit out of Roque who was working the door. When it was closing time, he helped Stella and the other bartender clear down and close up and they set off back to the apartment. They stopped to grab some street food, before they headed back, basically crashing into the bedroom as they went, totally wrapped up in one another. Sweaty and spent, Jensen snuggled up to his girl, kissing her neck softly before they crashed out and then woke the next day to do it all again.

“Is that a smile I see on your face, Arty?” Pooch sat at the bar, drinking a beer from a bottle. Even in the air conditioning of the bar, the bottle was leaving a puddle of condensation on the well worn, battered wooden bar-top. Stella chuckled, “strange site huh?” Pooch gave a snort and a nod, “kinda.” “Just had a nice night last night that’s all.” “That so? I take it you liked the flowers. Cougs told me.” “Yeah,” Stella grinned, “Jake has always bought me petunias on my birthday… well, when he could anyway. Was nice to sorta feel normal.” At that she paused and inwardly groaned. “I’m sorry Pooch.” “Don’t sweat it, Arty. I get what you mean.” “I know but I forget you got the shittest deal out of the lot of us.” “Let’s not talk about that, ok?” Pooch was quick to jump in, rubbing his head. “If I talk about it, I’m gonna start thinking about it and my head won’t stop.” Stella took a deep breath, before she turned and opened one of the temperamental fridges behind the bar. She opened another beer and slid it towards Cougar. “On me.” “Thanks, Arty.” He flashed her for a wink as he cast his eyes around, “where is everyone tonight?” “Jensen and Cougs got the night shift at the factory and Roque has the night off.”

Pooch gave a twitch of his head and continued with his beer as Stella leaned against the back of the bar, occasionally drifting off to serve someone else, before coming back. When he finished that bottle, he declined Stella’s offer of another drink and stood just as Clay walked in the door. “Hey, Pooch. You’re leaving already?” Pooch nodded, “yeah, up early to open the garage tomorrow.” “Okay, pal. See you tomorrow then.” Clay clapped Pooch on the shoulder before he settled in at the bar. Stella studied him for a moment, rolling her eyes. “I was gonna ask you for something to eat, Arty, but I’m scared you'll poison my food.” “Can’t kill you if you’re already dead, Franklin.” “Touché, Arty. So… can I have something to eat? Something edible would be nice for a change.” Stella shrugged, “I’ll see what’s on. Can’t promise much.” “Thanks, princess.” Stella shot him a glare at his stupid nickname, “Imma spit on it, Clay.” Clay smirked and Stella headed into the kitchen area. After a quick conversation with the chef in Spanish, she returned. “So the choice is steak, steak or errr steak.” “I guess I’ll have the steak then.” “Good choice. You want it raw or cremated?” Clay groaned, “give it a rest, Stella!” She looked at him and chuckled, “no, I mean they appear to be the only options the temporary chef knows.” Clay sighed, “let him surprise me.” “Risky… “ she smirked, “you want a beer?” “Make it two. Have one with me?” Stella pauses for a moment before she popped a shoulder. “Can’t. I’m working.” “So you stick to the rules now, Stella? That’s a first.” “Yeah well, keeping our heads down is part of your wonderful plan, isn’t it?” Clay groaned, “are we doing this again?”

Stella merely shrugged as she slid a beer bottle in front of him. “I didn’t exactly mean for this to happen you know?” “I know that, Clay. It’s just…” Before she could finish, a male voice shouted from the kitchen, “filete!” “There’s your steak.” Stella pushed off from the counter she was leaning on.

“That was fast.” “Yeah I didn’t say it would be fresh.” Stella heard his chuckle as she headed off for his steak. She placed it down in front of him and then went to serve a few more people. By the time she was done, and turned back to Clay, she spotted a pretty woman in a red top sitting besides him. The pair were blatantly flirting so she left them to it and made to serve a few more customers before she became distracted with stocking up fridges that were running low. When she finished and stood back up, Clay and the woman were gone. She scoffed. “Bye, then!” Half an hour later, she heard the rush of sirens and paused pouring a round of tequilas to look up. All heads in the bar turned to watch the fire engines screeching past, before the patrons and staff simply continued with their business. By the time her shift finished at eleven, Stella was dead on her feet. She walked back with one of the other girls who lived pretty much across the small street and once inside, she’d fired Jensen a message to say she was home. Then she showered, changed and collapsed into bed. Her phone then chimed with a message from Jake. She smiled as she read the text, wishing her a good night and that he loved her and would see her early in the morning for breakfast when his shift ended. Whilst she was replying, the screen flickered to tell her Clay was calling. Frowning she answered.

“Clay?” “I think I might have just got us our ticket outta here, Arty.” “What?” She breathed out, sitting up, not daring to believe him. “You heard me. Kiss this shit-hole goodbye, we’re going home.”

**** The next morning, Stella stood looking at the various tombstones and monoliths which surrounded them, her brow raised a little. Pooch caught her gaze and shrugged and she let out a breath. “Clay, why on Earth does she wanna meet us here?”

“Guess it’s because it’s the dead centre of town.”

Stella blinked before she groaned at his bad joke, Pooch and Roque both giving a snort. “That was bad, Clay, like Jake bad.”

“Ohh, wow!” Roque pointed at Clay, “you hear that? She thinks your jokes are as bad as Jensen’s. Man, you really can’t get worse than that.”

“Yup,” Pooch nodded, “Rock bottom, Clay.”

Clay gave a little shrug, whilst he flashed Stella a wink. “Made you smile, though, Arty.”

Before she could say anything else, the faint, high pitched sound of scooter engines could be heard and all four of them turned to see two mopeds heading down the street, They were both being driven by two young women, pretty young women at that, and perched on the back…

“Are you seeing this?” Pooch asked, and Stella’s eyes narrowed.

“What the fuck?”

The scooters pulled to a stop and Stella watched as Jensen hopped off the back of the one he’d been riding on, and made his way over towards her. In the corner of her eye, she caught Cougar locking lips with one of the girls and she scoffed as Jake looked at them all.

“I'm sorry we're late. There was a party at the doll factory. It was Pepito's birthday.”

“Really? I thought it was a nightshift?” Stella folder her arms and Jake groaned.

“Stells! You’re ruining my street cred, babe.”

“You don’t have any street cred.” She deadpanned back, her eyes still fixed on Jakes. Truth be told, she wasn’t best pleased he’d arrived all cosied and huddled up to some hot-looking Bolivian chick with very short shorts, and quite a revealing top.

“So she wanted to meet in a cemetery. Because that's not, like, foreboding at all.” Jake looked at Clay, but it wasn’t him who spoke, it was Roque.

“Am I the only one that sees this shirt?” He gestured to Jensen, and Pooch shook his head.

“No.”

“Huh?” Jensen looked down at the pink Petunia’s Tee that Stella had commissioned for him and realised that Roque would have no idea what it was. “Oh, it's my niece's soccer team. Eight and under.n I checked their scores online and I...” he trailed off as he noticed the look Roque was giving him. “What?”

Roque snorted and shook his head, as Clay started walking a little further into the cemetery, leaving Jensen behind.

“They're in the playoffs!”

Clay led them through the various monoliths, explaining they were meeting this mysterious Aisha at a specific memorial, and as they walked he instructed Jensen to check out her record on his palm PC.

Jensen went to unzip the little pack around his waist ant Pooch scoffed.

“Seriously, what do you wear that for?” Pooch gestured to Jensen’s money belt. “What else do you keep in there?”

“Condoms.” Jake quipped back, and as soon as the word had escaped his mouth, Stella turned to face him.

“You took condoms to a birthday party, what where you hoping to get lucky?” Pooch scoffed and Jensen paled as Stella’s face was positively venomous.

“It was a joke, babe…”

“You’re the joke, Jensen. Now shut up and do what you were told, check this woman out.”

Grimacing a little, Jensen did as he was told, skipping along to keep up. As he hacked through the various information he needed, he gave a little whistle.

“Man…”

“What do you have on her?” Clay asked.

“Besides a pant-busting crush?” Jensen raised a brow and Stella let out a little half groan, half snarl as she glared at him.

“I am this close…” she held her finger and thumb an inch apart and Jensen rolled his eyes.

“Stelly, I’m-“

“Don’t, just…”

“Jensen!” Roque barked and Jake pushed his glasses back up his face.

“Her company file is blank. CIA has a standing kill order on her. As does Hamas, Sinn Fin.Pretty much everyone with the exception of PETA wants this chick amscrayed.” He reported, his mouth pursing a little.

“You thinking clear on this?” Roque turned to Clay, “because every time you mess up, it's because of a woman.

“Name one time that I...”

“Amber.” Stella cut clay off instantly and Clay shook his head.

“Amber's husband was the problem.”

“Her husband wasn't the one who shot you.” Stella rolled her eyes.

“Only in the leg.”

“What about Emma?” Roque shot and Clay shook his head.

“Doesn't count. I didn't sleep with Emma.

“Bullshit!” Roque snorted, “you brought her to Pooch’s wedding!”

“To be fair, she behaved better than other people I could mention.” Cougar smirked and Stella glared at him.

“Dud, she put a bomb in his car!” Roque shook his head and Clay shrugged.

“Okay, I admit, that did take a little of the romance out of the relationship.

“Whatever, and now this chick shows up and...what's her name, Aisha?” Roque arched his brow and Clay nodded, “and well, she burns down our hotel!”

“I'm clear, Roque.”

“Well, you better be, because I ain't getting killed by no girl.”

“It's been a long time since anyone called me a girl.” A strange voice quipped and Stella wheeled round to see a dark skinned, dark haired, pretty woman approaching them. She stopped and looked at Clay, her head tilting to one side. “She put a bomb in your car?”

“She was volatile.” Clay rolled his eyes and Aisha nodded simply, her brow raised. “ Aisha, this is Jensen, Pooch, Roque, Cougar, Arty.” He introduced her to them all in turn and she nodded.

“Really? Heh.”

Stella narrowed her eyes as the woman drew closer and stopped in the middle of them. “Gentlemen, and Arty, of course, in ninety-seven hours, Max will be in Miami. He travels in an armored column with at least 30 private security, all armed to the teeth. You have a better shot at kidnapping the president.” Her tone was a little dramatic for Stella’s liking, and as she took a deep breath, she faught the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, glancing away, she saw Roque was also looking at the newcomer with a very suspicious expression.

Least she wasn’t the only one who seemed impervious to her stunning good looks, unlike Cougar, Pooch, Clay and Jensen who were all practically drooling.

“Good news for you is I have the power to get you guys back in the U.S and fund the entire op as you see fit. You get Max and we're square.”

“Why should we believe you?” Stella asked, and Aisha turned to her, a maddeningly smug expression on her face.

“Because I'm the first person you've met who even admits he exists. Listen, you guys can all stay here in Bolivia and rot. Or you can go home and get revenge on the man that framed you. It's your choice.”

“Colonel?” Jake turned to Clay, and Clay shook his head.

“Don't call me that. We're not soldiers anymore.”

“Okay, you know that if we do this, we are waging a war against the Central Intelligence Agency.”

“They started it.” Cougar spat on the floor.

Aisha handed clay a piece of paper, “call me with your decision, but make it quick. If you’re in, then your way outta here leaves in fifteen hours.”

Stella watched her leave, and then took a deep breath. As desperate as she was to get home, something about this didn’t sit right with her. But that said, what was the alternative?

“Are you sure about this Clay?” She looked at him, and he simply smiled back.

“Absolutely.”

A low groan game from Roque and Clay turned to look at him, “Something to say?”

Roque raised his hands defensively, “nope, I’m done… for now anyway.”

Clay glared at him, before he turned to everyone else. “Okay, Losers! We have precisely fifteen hours, time to clear out. Pack what you need, destroy the rest.”

“Stel,” Jake’s hand gently curled round her upper arm where stood, her eyes trained on Clay as he turned to leave.

“What?” she snapped.

“Are you pissed at me, seriously? Because, I swear I don’t really have a pant busting crush…”

“No, I know.” Stella shook her head, before she dug him with her elbow, “you’re still a jerk though.”

Jake grinned, “yeah…” then he took a deep breath, “think this is going to work?”

Stella snorted and shrugged her shoulders. “Up until three months or so ago I wouldn’t have doubted him. Now…” she sighed, “I don’t know, but until someone comes up with a viable alternative, I’m willing to try anything.”

“Well, when you look at it like that…” Jake tossed an arm round her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her head, “what’s the worst that can happen?”

*** Chapter 13

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