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The assistant (3) - Cafè

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

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

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, OC Sandy, Pepper Potts

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans characters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, fat shaming, angry Tony (he’s a warning, okay), mentions of cheating (Tony/Pepper)...I don’t know. But before anyone complains again. It is there...very implied or not. 🤷‍♂️

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<< Part 2

Three weeks ago, Avengers tower

“You wanted to talk to me Mr. Stark,” Sandy puts on her sweetest smile. The one always working with men. She always gets away with anything. Sandy never had to work hard to get what she wants.

“Let me get this straight,” Tony gets up from his swivel chair to slam the door behind Sandy shut. “You talked Captain America into thinking that it’s a good idea to give up his perfect assistant for someone like you?”

“I didn’t do a thing,” she coos. “Captain Rogers wanted me to become his assistant. I guess he got bored of her.” Sandy scrunches up her nose when she talks about you. “Fat is not for everyone.”

Tony smirks darkly. That’s the moment he was waiting for. “Hmm… I see,” he nods thoughtfully. “I hope you know that you just violated my zero-tolerance policy against harassment. You are fired.”

“What? You are firing me—” she gasps. “You can’t do this Sir! I’m Captain America’s assistant.”

“You are mistaken,” Tony points at the door. “Steve doesn’t pay you. I’m the man behind the scenes. I tolerated your behavior for far too long. If not for your uncle, I would’ve kicked you out a month ago. You have half an hour to pack your things.”

“Mr. Stark, you can’t do this,” she sniffles now. Big fat fake tears run down her cheeks as she looks up at Tony. “Please. You’re being irrational and unfair.”

“Well, no shit, Sandy,” he grins. “This won’t work, you know. I’m not some stupid guy thinking with my downstairs brain when it comes to you. Unlike everyone else, I appreciate Y/N, her hard work and won’t let harass her.”

“I-this is unfair,” she cries. “I’m going to sue you. I will tell them you touched me!”

“Sandy, I will tell you this only once,” Tony dips his head to look down at Sandy, “this whole tower is under video surveillance. If you want to sue me, go ahead. I’ll call my lawyer and well will bombard you and your lawyer with the footage of you harassing Y/N. Or how about all the times you made inappropriate comments or stole office supplies.”

“I will tell Captain Rogers about it…” she storms out of the room, slamming it shut behind her.

“One done, two more to go,” Tony sneers. “Friday, locate Pepper Potts for me. I don’t care if she’s busy. I want to talk to her. Like yesterday.”

“Locating Miss Potts now,” Friday replies. “Located, Mr. Stark. She’s at the penthouse.”

“Good, she’s next…”

Now, Jake’s cafè

“Y/N, don’t worry,” Jensen offers comfort to you as Curtis barks orders at someone on the phone. “Curtis can be loud, but he tries to help.”

“I’ll just find another job,” you shrug. “It’s been three weeks and I had time to update my cv. At least I didn’t get fired. I got some spare money and will survive not having a job.”

“You loved your job and office, didn’t you?” Curtis ends the call and immediately turns his attention back toward you and your problem. “I called a…ahem…a friend."

“I told you to not call him,” Lloyd sits next to you. He protectively slings one arm around your shoulders. “You know how he gets.”

“Who do you want me to call, huh?” Curtis grits his teeth. “You want to hit Rogers where it hurts, let’s ruin his reputation. We need a lawyer to tell us how far we can go without ending up in jail.”

“Uh-I don’t want you to end up in jail,” you protest and shake your head. “It’s only a job, Curtis. You don’t even know me and want to risk your freedom and life for me. Let’s just take a deep breath.”

“I can still break his bones,” it’s Lloyd offering to take Steve down for you. “I’m not scared of that pumped-up blonde man baby. He’s a dick only thinking with his dick.”

“Lloyd,” Jakes sighs deeply as you glance at your friend. “Can you just not get the dick jokes out when Y/N is around.”

“But she loves my jokes, right?” Lloyd looks at you. “Tell him you like my jokes, cupcake.”

“Captain Rogers will hurt you, Lloyd. You know that he’s a super-soldier, not a normal guy. If he doesn’t hurt you, he’ll get you arrested.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” you giggle as Lloyd won’t stop telling you how much he wants to kick Steve’s balls. “Cupcake, I swear he’ll regret hurting you.”

“Anyways,” Curtis tries to bring the conversation back to the man he called. “I called him. What do we do now? He’s on his way.”

“Fuck’s sake,” loudly cursing Lloyd glares at Curtis. “I don’t want him around. We parted ways for a reason. He’s not like us. Goody two shoes Barber will ruin this for us. I can’t have him near my cupcake.”

“Barber is the best lawyer we know,” Jake interjects. “Or do you want me to call our little chaos? You know he’ll mess shit up and won’t be helpful at all.”

“Little chaos? I-how many brothers do you have?” you frown as Lloyd starts cackling. “I mean, is that lawyer your brother too?”

“We are a big happy family,” Curtis grumbles. “It’s Jake, Lloyd, me, and…” He sighs, shaking his head. “You see, we don’t have contact with Barber and our little chaos.”

“Barber, hmm…I think I heard that name on the news some time ago,” you ponder. “I don’t remember what it was about.”

“Barber…Andy tried to live a normal life, far away from his family,” Lloyd grunts. “He married and then, it all went to shit. Still, he refused to return to his family.”

“What about the little chaos?” you press on. You told the men everything about your life and want some answers in return. “Please, tell me something about you. I’m an open book.”

“You’re a sweet cupcake,” Lloyd whispers in your ear, mustache tickling your earlobe. “Jake, fill her in.”

“You sure?” Jake furrows his brows. “I thought you don’t want anyone to know…”

“Fill. Her. In,” you wonder why Lloyd gets so angry. “She’s part of the family now. You brought her in, now she belongs with us.”

“Okay, fine,” clearing his throat Jake looks at Curtis. “What about you?”

“I’m good. Just tell her,” Curtis sits down on the last free chair. He crosses his arms over his chest, biceps bulging.

“You already know about Andy,” Jake says. “He’s the guy on his way. Our little chaos is our brother Mike. He had a little problem with…”

“Call it by its name, Jake. He’s a drug addict,” you bite your lower lips as Llloyd grumbles under his breath. “He wasted so much money to get high…”

“He was a drug addict, Lloyd,” Curtis corrects. “You know that he’s clean for almost three years. We should let him come home.”

“He still didn’t apologize for totaling my car.”

“Lloyd, it’s just a car,” Jake tries to reason with his brother. “You are the eldest. If you call him, he’ll be happy to come back.”

“I—” Lloyd sighs deeply. “Do you think this is the time to let the lost brothers come home? We want to help Y/N, not drag her into our family drama.”

“Wait this makes—” you close your eyes and count. “Lloyd, Jake, Curtis, Andy, and Mike. OH! Five brothers! That’s awesome.”

“We are actually six brothers,” your eyes round when someone comes out of the kitchen.

A big man, bulgy and tall. His shaggy hair almost reaches his shoulders and his thick beard frames his handsome face. He looks different from the others, but his features and blue eyes give away that he must be related to Jake and the others.

“Ari it is, sweetness,” he smirks as you look at him with wide eyes. “My brothers tried to hide you from me for far too long.” Ari grins wolfishly as he holds out his hand. “I know why now.”

“Uh—now you are six?” you squeak. “I think…this is a bit much.” Overwhelmed by the four men you feel a little lightheaded. “You all look so…”

“I know, cupcake,” Lloyd purrs in your ear. “We are all a catch, but I’m the prettiest.”

“You mean the eldest,” Jake corrects. “Now back to Mike. Can we call him? Lloyd?”

“Fine, give him a call. If we want to kick Captain America’s ass, we will need to stick together. I just hope Andy keeps his shit together. He always was a … sensitive cunt…”

Three weeks ago, Avengers tower, penthouse

“Tony,” Pepper coos as her fiancé steps into the penthouse. “Are you already done for today?”

“I will ask you this only once,” she frowns at his serious expression and his angry tone, “did you conspire with Steve to make sure Sandy works for him? Did you tell him you don’t like the way I look at her?”

“I—you see…I saw the way you looked at her.”

“Angry. Pissed. Mad?” he offers. “Because that’s how I felt close to her. She was the worst assistant ever and so far from the woman, I would fall for.”

“Oh—I thought you are interested in her. She’s pretty, young and you know…”

“Pepper, because of your insecurities and trust issues Y/N quit her job. Do you know what Rogers said to her? He hurt that poor girl deeply. She is a perfect assistant and a kind person. You two made sure that she felt insecure and quit. How dare you say that you want her to work for me because you believed I’ll never fall for someone like her.”

“She’s not your type,” Pepper tries to talk back. “I only wanted to make sure you won’t stray…”

“By sending me the only girl tempting me away…” he shakes his head. “You always told everyone how you support woman rights,” Tony hisses. “But you didn’t fight for Y/N. I’m disappointed, angry, and hurt. Imagine how Y/N feels right now…”

>> Part 4

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imaginedreamwrite · 11 months

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PT x plus size reader opinion - all the boys could be become SO for our dear reader but in different circumstances. Here is my take:

Bucky and Curtis seems like type of men who would be interested in Reader after few interaction (not quite 'love at first sight', but 'I know you for a month and it is enough for me to know you are perfect), but they are awkward/too serious/can't talk about their emotions and Reader is confused. They both would do things for her and take care of her needs while giving no signs of 'hey, let's make out and date and maybe marry each other in few weeks' and are more like 'fuck this world, but you are cool, but fuck this world' vibe, so Reader who obviously has a crush doesn't know what to do.

Jake would probably bond with her daughter, taking a role of new uncle with Natasha and Wanda as aunts. While Reader is confident, she doesn't think Jake is interested in her (and she doesn't let herself even think about him becoming a dad to her daughter even though their relationship is so cute) - he is just lovely and dorky person who obviously is good with kids and happens to know her girlfriends. And Jake? He is dying inside because Reader is perfect, he loves her daughter and all he dreams about is them making out for the rest of their lives.

Steve quickly becomes Reader's gym buddy, but Reader is intimidated, because he looks like a Greek God. But he is true gentleman and actually quite shy. So, their romance slowly began to blossom while both of them don't acknowledge their feelings until tension is so strong that Steve fucks Reader in the gym or elsewhere - location doesn't matter, because the sex is 🔥 everywhere. (I feel like there should be an angsty part. Like Reader overheard a nasty comment made by other PT who implies that Steve has a sexual relationship with Reader 'for fun' and believed it).

Ari strikes me a owner of gym and girls make him meet with Reader because she can help him business wise. They bond over the gym (both sport and business parts) and Ari doesn't mind adding romantic part to their relationship, but Reader has complicated relationship with father of her child and her daughter is absolutely hostile towards him (she is just intimidated by the giant and obviously whole mess with her father doesn't let her open up to him). So, if he really wants to be with Reader, he has to win not only Reader's heart and trust, but her daughter's too.

First, I love how in depth this is! This is incredible and I admire you so much for it! Thank you!

Bucky and Curtis — 💯 they give me vibes of touch her and die, or she is mine/ours but she doesn’t know she’s mine/ours. Both a little cantankerous, they’re genuine with few people and reader/her daughter at at the core of their niceties

“Fuck then all, fuck everyone else.” “Except you two.”

Jake is the quickest (imo) to be all in all at once while Reader is hesitant because he’s so goofy and dorky and he makes everyone smile and why would he bother with a single mother?

Jake waves his hand in front of you with a cockeyed grin, picturing the rest of his life with you and your daughter. “You are the girls I’m looking for.”

Steve is a giant, he’s second only to Ari and he knows that Reader’s scared of him, but not truly scared more intimidated. He starts slow with her, knowing he’s got to ease her into a place of comfort. He starts with a fresh water bottle when she first gets in, and it slowly builds until the tension between them is electrifying—and then he takes her, reassuring her that everything she hears about his past, or what his intentions are with her, are lies

“Give me one more,” his lips suckle on the shell of your ear, sweat rolling down the back of your neck as his fingers fill you, his hands already drawing multiple orgasms from you without deeper penetration, “and tell me what I want to hear.”

I think with Ari he would’ve seen her around before with Nat & Wanda, maybe during some parties or events Reader is invited to, and he’s drawn to her. Without knowing much about her, he talks to Nat & Wanda who want to be matchmakers and know that Ari would be good for her. However Reader’s ex is an ass and that took a toll on her daughter and Ari needs to fix what was damaged

“Honeybee and bumblebee,” he crouched before her, gently nuzzling the stuffed bee into her arms, “you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not gonna hurt you, honeybee. I promise, I’m going to keep you safe from every monster whose ever frightened you.”

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nifolution · 1 year

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Love Me Again

Pairing: Jake Jensen & Plus-size Reader

Summary: Jake was back, but the Loser’s sixth member is still M.I.A.

Warnings: fluff, angst, feels, bad attempt at humor, guns, killings, mention of memory loss, post breakup, enemies to lovers

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

You Loved Me Once Main Masterlist

Clay’s unit awaited him in a motel parking lot in Adelaide. He secured their post mission rooms and returned keys in hand. "Okay, I got good news and bad news... We can all look forward to hot showers, clean sheets, and a complimentary breakfast. However, there were only three rooms available, so we will have to share.”

The responding groans of protest were expected. “Would you prefer to sleep on the ground for another night? No? So shut your pieholes.” Clay pocketed one of the keycards and set the remaining on the vehicle in front of him. “Aisha will be sharing with me. One room has a king, the other two double beds. Work it out amongst yourselves.”

Wordlessly, Jensen, Cougar and Pooch launched into a game of rock paper scissors. It had been weeks of travel, tents and living on top of one another. The victor cheered, scooping up the keycard to the private room.

“No! Come on, best two out of three.” When his friend shook his head, Jensen changed tactics, “I’ll give you that bitching crossbow I got last op if you switch with me… my watch… a hundred bucks. I’ll even throw in a foot massager, top of the line.”

“No way man. I need a night to myself. The Pooch has earned this.”

Jensen hung his head, accepting defeat. Bunking with his bestie wasn’t so bad, at least there were separate beds. Sharing one with Cougar wasn’t fun, the man was a cover hog. Jake was still grateful Clay reinstated him eight months ago. His teammates were ambivalent about him at first, but eventually everything returned to normal. Well, almost everything.

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The Loser’s current operation led them to South Australia. They’d been hired by a distraught (and wealthy) father as part of a rescue team. He hadn’t seen nor heard from his daughter, Isla, in two years. She had been kidnapped by an illegal arms dealer who forced her into marriage. All prior attempts to get her back had failed. No amount of negotiation, payment, threats or pleading could sway the nefarious man to return her.

A rendezvous with the rest of the group at their makeshift campsite, plus a thirty minute drive east put the Humvees at the perimeter of the target’s estate. “Alright, you all know the drill,” Clay barked into the comms. “We get our asses in there, extricate the woman, send her back to her daddy, and take down anyone that stands in our way.”

Meanwhile their tech genius had already hacked into the system to disable the security and jam communications. Once the cameras powered down, Pooch floored it, ramming through the gate, the other two vehicles followed close behind.

“Eww... This guy’s got raptors picking at a bunch of bones and sinew on his property, always a good sign. You’d think he'd want to be more inconspicuous.”

Pooch’s face scrunched up at the image, “Pretty sure that's just a dead animal.”

Jake shook his head, pursing his lips in mock disapproval. “There's a lot of places to bury a body in a vineyard, all I’m saying. Keep the place tidy.”

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

“What do you call that… carrion, right?”

Clay grumbled from the front, “I'm close to calling it Jensen.”

“Yes, sir. I hear ya loud and clear. Shutting up…” he paused for dramatic effect, “now!”

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“This whole goddamn thing’s going tits-up!” Clay had thought his team was prepared, ready to engage the moment they entered the property, but the intel their employer provided was crap. The location was more heavily armed than believed. His unit was at a disadvantage despite the extra help. Outmanned and outgunned, a few men were down and one lost within the first ten minutes.

“Well look at the bright side, we're outside enjoying some fresh...” Jensen’s quip went unfinished as he dove for cover. Incoming drones zoomed through the air spraying bullets. They must have been linked to an independent off sight system because the primary and secondary security had been obliterated.

Jake focused the scope of his rifle, aiming at the nearest flying pest. “Here birdie birdie…” ‘Wait. That - that’s.’ Still in disbelief, he shouted, “Guys! Guys, that's one of Y/N’s drones!”

Pooch was skeptical, “How can you be sure?”

“Cause they’re like my step kids. Franny, Freddy, Felix, Frank and Foxy. It’s been painted, but that's Frank,” he insisted before taking off, sprinting toward the assailing device.

Clay eyes widened at the other man’s actions, “Jensen, you realize it's shooting at us! Stand down!” Seeing his order ignored, he screamed at the rest of his group, “Cover his dumb ass.”

Disregarding his boss, Cougar pulled out his cellphone and spoke in hushed tones to the person on the other end.

Aisha grit her teeth at her teammate while continuing to fire at their opponents. “That idiot lost his mind, now our sniper decides to make a phone call mid battle. Are you ordering a pizza?”

“Don't forget the breadsticks,” Pooch chimed in. Laughing at the increasing absurdity of the situation.

Jake removed his helmet and dropped his weapon. Frantically jumping and waving his arms, repeatedly calling out ‘Angel.’ A drone moved in and shot at his feet, before slightly pulling back, continuing to hover above him.

“Understood. Our apologies. Copy that.” Cougar hung up and waited.

The remaining drones collected above Jensen’s head. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. However the moment he dreaded never came. The devices turned and began taking out the guards with quick precision. When only Clay’s men remained, they flew off.

Sticking to the plan, the team continued to the manor. Wary of a possible ambush awaiting beyond the front door, in lieu of breaking it down, Clay instructed Jensen and Cougar to go through the nearest second floor windows, clear the immediate area and let them in.

Cougar nodded, but walked right through the unlocked door instead. To everyone’s shock but his, it was clear. Raising his chin toward the staircase, he proceeded up them.

“Okay, so we're just following him then?”

Clay shrugged, “Good enough for me.” He had the Losers head upstairs, leaving the rest of the group to keep watch at the entrance.

Cougar seemingly knew exactly where to go. Navigating the twists and turns of the large house with ease. Any lingering guards they came across were swiftly handled. Within the master bedroom’s closet, hidden behind sliding shelving they found a 16-point locking, bullet resistant, biometric fingerprint panic room door.

Before Jensen could get his gear out to crack it, Cougar tapped the scanner, confirming it was off. He pulled the heavy door open, immediately shooting the two guards inside as if he was expecting them.

Jensen scratched his head. Not knowing what to make of it. “What is going on?... Are you a T-1000… What's my dog's name?”

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

“You laugh, but I'm legitimately concerned.”

Clay took point, announcing his entrance into the room, “Honey, I'm home.”

The occupants sat on a couch, Isla held a crying baby in her arms, wincing from her husband's hand on her thigh, squeezing painfully tight. The baby’s presence gave everyone pause. No one was aware there would be a child involved. There has been one surprise after another today.

“You lost, asshole. Now let them go and come quietly.” Clay slung his rifle over his shoulder and moved toward them, attempting to calmly apprehend the man.

The target pulled out a gun, shoving it into Isla’s side. “Stay where you are.”

“Don't be like that. This doesn't have to get more ugly than it already is.”

Seething, the man turned the gun on Clay, who discharged his sidearm, firing two shots into the arms dealer’s chest before he could blink. The group hurriedly moved Isla and her baby out of the building into one of their vehicles. Assuring the frightened woman that she was safe and going back to her father. Pooch voiced his concern over their lack of carseat.

“Then drive extra carefully.” Clay smiled at the rescuees, “Let's get you both home.”

Riding in the second Humvee, Jake stared down a silent Cougar. He offered no explanation as to why Y/N's drones were on the property or who he had called, but it was pretty easy to connect the dots.

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Hours later, Isla and her daughter were safely on their way home. At Cougar’s request, and after a stop at the motel for much needed showers, the team waited at a bar in the city. Leaving one chair empty, correctly guessing who they should be expecting.

Jake was a bundle of nerves. The hand gripping his empty glass started to cramp as he watched the door. He wondered if they had Boys II Men on the jukebox to help set the mood. ‘Would that be too presumptuous? She probably moved on by now. Has a new special someone in her life. Somebody else loving her, touching her, making her laugh.’ He wouldn’t blame her. His amnesia may have been temporary, but the damage he caused wasn't.

“You stare at that door any harder and it will burst into flames.” Aisha refilled her teammates' glass, encouraging him to relax and breathe.

“She'll be here soon, won't she? She's still coming, right?”

Y/N took a deep breath before entering the tavern. Her former teammates were easy to spot. Cougar gave her his number when she quit, asking her to keep in touch. It took a few months before she found the strength to do so. Even after learning of her exs' recovery, she couldn't bring herself to return yet. She wanted her Jakey back, but was scared of his rejection. Plus she was on assignment, the timing was off. The weight of this reunion wasn’t lost on her. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you losers walk into mine.”

“Well that's unfair, you walked in after us.” Grinning ear to ear, Clay pulled her into a tight hug. “Missed ya, Y/N.”

“I had a few things to handle before getting here. So you beat me, but I've been dying to say it." She squeezed Clay tight before facing the rest. "I missed you all too. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t recognize you guys in all that fancy schmancy gear.”

Jake felt unsteady the moment she walked in, his blood roared in his ears. It was really her, his Angel, more gorgeous than ever. He watched her warm greeting with Clay, swallowing a lump in his throat. She was wearing the jacket he bought her. He hoped that was a good sign.

The group stood to welcome and embrace their former member. Jake waited through the exchange of pleasantries for his turn. Longing to throw his arms around his Angel and hold her close. It had been nearly a year since he’d done so. Ten months, three days and seventeen hours since he kissed her goodbye to go on that ill fated mission.

However, he noticed Y/N’s smile falter when their eyes met. Abandoning his desired hug, he forced a smile, awkwardly waved and sat back down.

“Hey Jake.” She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of her old love.

As everyone took their seats, Jensen glanced at the entrance then back at his Angel. “So are we um… waiting for anybody else?”

“Like who?”

“No-nobody. Nobody. Just wanted to make sure there was room for everybody. Everybody together again. It’s good to be together.” Jake took a long sip of his beer. His brain screamed with the knowledge that there was no boyfriend in the picture.

Y/N filled them in on her whereabouts since her departure. She’d gotten a job as private security for some rich asshole’s wife. Mostly involved keeping her in and others out. The winery was lovely, but the running of guns and heavier artillery, and the dabbling in human trafficking ruined the ambience. Of course, she knew he was dirty when she accepted the position, so Y/N did all she could to throw wrenches into his operations without being detected. Quietly dispersed his ill gotten gains into several hidden bank accounts, the biggest for Isla. She was helping the wife and baby prepare for a safe and covert escape. Simultaneously gathering evidence against the husband and his associates.

“It was all set to go down in a few days, and you guys just broke in and killed him. All that planning and hard work for nothing.” Y/N shoved Clay’s shoulder.

“Yeah, well it was the quickest way. Can’t argue that.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let months of work go to complete waste. So I allowed you guys to be the heroes while I tied up some loose ends. That’s why I was late. Had to reroute the latest shipments, funnel the rest of the money to charities, victims and of course, a nice sum for myself. Scrubbed the camera footage and removed any evidence of us or Isla being there. Then I alerted the authorities to handle the rest. They’ll find all they need to take down the whole thing.” She took a deep breath, trilling her lips to exhale. “But I’m still mad at you about it.”

Aisha offered compensation, “I don’t think anyone here will object if you want in on the pallet of wine we rescued."

“Bold of you to assume I didn't take my own,” Y/N laughed.

After a few rounds, the Losers felt they were sufficiently caught up on each others lives. Pooch and Cougar announced they were going to play stripes and solids, inviting Aisha and Clay as their opponents. It was obvious that was an excuse to leave the ex-lovers alone.

Jake wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Putting on his most charming smile, he slid over next to Y/N. “G’day mate, fancy meeting you down unda. Maybe I can show you my down unda lata. I promise I'm koala-fied.” He tittered at his themed pickup line, but she didn't react. He desperately wanted to make her laugh. If she laughed, he knew things would be okay.

Trying to shake off the nervousness, he cleared his throat and continued his attempted seduction. “I like your jacket, where’d you get it?” He couldn’t backpedal fast enough seeing the alarmed look on her face. “Joke, really bad joke. Oh my god, I'm sorry. That was… Fuck,” he grimaced.

Y/N remained stiff and unsure. Wanting to give in to his flirting, but waiting for the other shoe to drop. The defeated look on Jake’s face broke her heart, so she attempted to bridge the divide with a safe topic, “How are Stephanie and Hannah?”

“They're good, they're good, um,” he scratched the back of neck, unsure how to proceed. His sister, having seen him at plenty of his worsts, forgave him instantly. His niece took a little bribery, but they were back to their usual shenanigans. “So, uh thanks for clearing the way for us back there, you know, after you shot at me.”

Her mouth dropped open, “Excuse me, I shot near you.”

“Tomato-tomahto.”

Cougar gestured with his eyes over to Jensen and Y/N, knowing he was striking out. Pooch got the hint. He called the man over and handed him his room key. Demanding he take it before he changed his mind. Jake practically ran back to the table to ask Y/N to his room to talk in private. He was amazed she agreed.

Aisha’s lips pursed watching the pair leave. “If he doesn't blow this, we'll have to put up with them being nauseatingly cute with each other again.”

“You don't want them to make up?” Clay rested his hands on her waist.

“I do,” she huffed. “Look, I don't know if I believe in that true love, princess bride, bullshit. But they are the closest I've ever seen to it... They belong together.”

“Agreed.”

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The entire car ride to the motel passed in uncomfortable silence. Both anxious and unsure about the outcome of this night. Each stealing glances at the other. Jake noticed how hard her hand clenched around the steering wheel. Y/N caught sight of each time his hand reached for the radio before pulling away without turning it on.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach as they pulled in the lot. Painful butterflies… Vampire butterflies. He drummed on his legs before hopping out of the vehicle. Y/N was quick to follow. They walked to the room without a word shared. Jake kept looking over his shoulder to make sure she was still with him. He swiped the keycard several times without success. The red light and negative beep mocking him. The twisting in his belly intensified. ‘Yep definitely vampire butterflies.’

Finally, the door flashed green and unlocked. He sauntered in, pretending to be calmer than he really was. Turning on the old Jensen charm, he bowed and waved his hand over the large bed. “Have a seat, m'lady. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but I hope it will be to your liking.”

“It's a nice room. We've stayed in much worse.” She spotted the bobblehead chihuahua on the nightstand, smiling coyly as she sat down. “So this is Pooch’s room?”

“Nah, it's mine. At least now it is.” He plopped down beside Y/N. “Sooo, how’ve ya been?”

“Good, until earlier today when I lost my job and residence cause some assholes charged in guns blazing.” Y/N sighed dramatically, “At least I can take solace in knowing Isla and her daughter are home safe. What about you?”

“I - I’m okay… most days. Um, so what's next for you? Seeing as how your life's been upended by a bunch of inconsiderate assholes.”

Y/N hummed, thinking of a response. “Well, I’ll have a lot of time on my hands, plus a bunch of money. So I'll probably make a few brothers and sisters for the F-team. Maybe one with a flamethrower.”

He turned to her with a lopsided grin. “That would be badass, like its maker.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered. He looked at her with such adoration, like she held all life's answers. That, that was her Jakey.

“Looks like the possibilities are endless now that you're homeless and unemployed.” Jake’s eyes squeezed shut, cringing. Not meaning to sound so callous.

She snorted, “I'm sure I'll be fine. I always land on my feet.”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief that she found humor in the situation. “Definitely, definitely… But if you're interested, I know of a job opening. Fast paced, high stakes, danger… romance,” he whispered the last word, blushing. “It’s with a great bunch called the Losers. I could put in a good word for you. In fact, I'm sure the two of us could strong-arm the boss to agree to any demands we want.”

“I'd have to move back to the states.”

“If you need a place to stay, your key still works… I um, kept the house. After you quit, I kinda skipped town. Woke up in Ohio about a month later. At first I completely panicked cause I didn't know where you were or where I was. Then it hit me that I REALLY didn't know where you were… and it was all my fault,” his voice cracked, on the verge of crying.

Her head lowered, unable to hold back her own tears. ‘If I had only waited longer.’ “You must be so disappointed in me for not sticking it out when you weren't yourself. I tried, I swear I did, but it was too much. I should have been stronger and held on until you were you again. I’m so sorry, Jakey.”

“No, Angel no.” he wiped Y/N’s cheeks with his thumb. “There's nothing to forgive. You didn’t abandon me, I drove you away. I don't blame you at all. Hell, I deserved it. I was a total asshole.” Jake took a deep breath, “I was so angry… I was in pain, confused. I felt trapped with no room to breathe. Was sick of everybody telling me things I was supposed to already know. Telling me over and over to relax and let myself recover when I couldn't calm down to save my life. I kept fighting with my sister, was short with my niece, rude and snapped at everyone… And you got the worst of it… When I saw you, there was something there in the back of my mind, just out of reach. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew your presence made my headache worse. So I aimed my frustration at you and chased you off. I can't say how sorry I am.”

Y/N gently touched Jake’s head, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing small circles with her fingers. The urge to comfort him stronger than any apprehension she felt before.

Jake leaned into her touch, “It's all better now. I'm better… I wish this was a cartoon so you could've wacked me in the head again to reset my brain and stop all the bullshit I put everyone through.”

She pulled her hand away too soon. “I'm glad you're better… You really hurt me, Jake, but you have to know I already forgave you.”

His eyebrows shot up, “You have? That fast? Are you certain, I mean…"

“It took some time. Months to push through that pain, but I'd be the bigger jerk if I didn't take into consideration that it wasn't completely your fault. You literally had a doctor's note to prove it.” Y/N smiled at him, brushing away a few more escaped tears.

“So you don't hate me?”

“I could never hate you, Jakey. Do you hate me?”

“Impossible.”

“It's going to continue to sting for a while though.”

He nods in understanding. Jake got on his knees before her, taking her hands in his, his face more serious than she's ever seen him. “I need you to believe me when I say I have NEVER thought those horrible things about you. You didn't deserve any of the awful things I said and I swear I didn't mean them. You’re my perfect Angel and I love everything about you. Every curve, every line, each and every inch of beautiful skin because it’s yours. You are the most incredible person I ever met and I can't stand knowing that I made you feel otherwise for even a minute. Please say you believe me.”

“I do.”

Jake leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her back.

Y/N returned the brief kiss. This was a good start, but she was exhausted. “It’s been a long day. I don’t know about you, but I’m wiped out. Can we pretend, just for tonight, that we’re good? That everything is back to normal? We can work on us in the morning, and everyday after, but right now I just need you and unconsciousness.”

‘She wants to sleep here, in my bed, with me.’ Jake jumped up, enthusiastically agreeing. His pants down around his ankles in an instant.

Her face became heated at Jake’s sudden nudity. Y/N bit her lips, shyly telling him she was going to change in the bathroom.

Jake realized he was jumping the gun. He pulled up his batman boxers, removed his shoes and remaining clothing. He turned the toy dog around, just in case. “Sorry mini Pooch, no looky loos.”

Y/N walked out in panties and t-shirt, tugging it down in an attempt to hide more of herself as she skittered to the bed and got under the covers. Jake frowned, he needed to mend his Angel's heart, squash the insecurities he created. He scrambled up the bed, took his glasses off and sat them on the nightstand. Hesitating at the edge of the bed.

“You can come closer.”

He didn't need to be told twice, scooting over and joining her under the covers. He sat next to her, tentatively wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Intent on never leaving her side again. “Hey, tomorrow, do you want to check out this awesome mini golf course I found? Just the two of us.” The smile that adorned his face when she agreed fell. His voice lowered to a whisper, “I'm terrified of screwing this up.”

“So am I,” Y/N admitted, lacing her fingers with his.

Jake kissed the top of her head. “I don't think I ever told you.”

“Hmm?”

“The moment I knew this was it for me… Remember our first comic con together, we had that bet going on over how many people we could get to follow us doing the bunny hop around the convention center. I said five, you bet nine, and we ended up having thirty-five people in line behind us.” He chuckled at the memory. “We had Link, predator, three Spidermans, a wookiee in a bikini and just so many others. I was behind you, my hands on your hips having the time of my life. And there was a moment midjump, midlaugh, when you looked back at me, making sure I was having fun too, and I knew with absolute certainty that I was going to love you for the rest of my life. That you were the one for me and there'd never be anyone else. That hasn't changed.”

Y/N’s eyes watered, an unreadable expression on her face. Somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “I knew then too. Slowly throughout the day, then all at once in one defining moment. You were like a squirrel darting around, but you never lost me. You held my hand the whole time, squeezing it when you felt me get nervous. And when we parted for even a minute, you always found me. But the moment that sealed it was when we stopped for refreshments. I couldn't drink my water properly because of my costume and seeing my struggle, without a word, you slid behind the counter, grabbed a straw and placed it in my drink, holding it to my lips. It was something so small but so considerate. I've never had anyone be so sweet to me. I never had anyone look out for me like you did. I knew you were the one for me.”

Not trusting his voice, Jake kissed the hand he held.

“I love you, Jakey.”

His heart skipped a beat. “I love you, my Angel.” The reunited couple shared another kiss before lying down. Y/N snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. Jake wrapped his arms around her. “Would it be wrong if I copped a feel right now?”

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

Jake blinked back tears. He thought he'd never hear that sound again. “I missed you more.”

A few peaceful minutes passed, her warm breath ghosting over his chest. He noticed she was trying to stay awake. Each time she began to drift, her eyes popped open to search for him. He rubbed her back to soothe her asleep. “I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere, Angel, I promise.” Jake made sure she was sleeping soundly, before he allowed himself to follow her into slumber.

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Heading to his original room to get his belongings, Pooch was halted by a hand on his shoulder. Cougar, refusing to let Jensen and Y/N be disturbed, turned his friend around and led him to their shared room.

Pooch glanced back with a frown, “I'll guess I’ll get it in the morning.”

Cougar nodded, smiled and patted his shoulder. Tomorrow was looking like a very good day. The Loser’s would be a full team once more and his best friend would have the love of his life back. He didn’t save his best man’s speech for nothing.

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

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sarah-in-disguise · 2 years

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Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, faked death, hurt/comfort

Summary: Falling in love and planning your life with Jake was almost too easy. After Jake goes on a last-minute mission, what does the future have in store for you?

Word Count: 2032

A/N: This is my first time writing and I’m posting this one-shot as a participant in @syntheticavenger‘s Writer’s Camp. Thank you so much for your help, guidance, and support, Synth! You made this process so easy and fun and took a lot of the stress about posting my first piece away with your encouragement. I hope you all enjoy and please comment/reblog/like!

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Sitting on your front porch rocking chair, you close your eyes and breathe in the sweet, lilac-scented air on your family farm. It’s almost summer, and a gentle kick to your stomach reminds you that it’s almost time to meet your baby girl. Rubbing your hands over your belly seems to calm her down for the moment, but you know that soon it’s time to go back inside and start your nightly routine.

You’re not supposed to be here alone, but that’s how you find yourself this unseasonably warm spring evening. Closing your eyes, you try to recall a memory of Jake sitting here with you. It’s getting easier to stomach those memories these days, but when you open your eyes to find an empty chair next to you - a chair Jake was supposed to be occupying - you know someday your daughter will sit with you while you talk about the future and share memories of a father she’ll never get to meet.

You met Jake about two years ago after he literally came back from the dead. Working in the same office as Pooch’s wife, you were a shoulder to cry on and support system when she got word her husband was dead along with the rest of the self-proclaimed “Losers”. You were with her the night she went into labor, and on a whim decided to stick around in case she needed anything. That night, the Losers showed up in the pouring rain and a certain Jake Jensen stole your heart in the waiting room through a relentless string of dad jokes. His mood could brighten any room, and while you typically found that quality entirely too draining, he made it more endearing every minute. A few dates and Petunia’s games later, you knew he was the one to match your extremely competitive nature while also counteracting your sarcasm with his consistently sunny outlook on life.

After seeing what his family and friends went through losing him once (and with a newly minted girlfriend he found himself planning a future around), Jake decided it was time to stop going on missions and stick to overseeing things in the control room from home. While he trained two new recruits to take his place on the team and adjusted to his new supervising role, you grew closer together. Thinking about and planning for the future used to scare you, but with Jake, things seemed to fall into place almost too perfectly. When Jake got down on one knee to propose on a late summer night in front of your families, you sank to your knees with a smile, a kiss, and a “yes”.

Plans fell into place at a fast pace after the engagement. You grew up on a family farm just under a half hour outside of the city, and you always knew you wanted to get back to that lifestyle to raise any future kids you may have. With the announcement of your engagement, your grandma decided it was prime time to move off the family farm, leaving it ready for you and Jake to move in. The main house would need a lot of updates, but it gave you plenty of room for a home office for Jake, a sewing and crafting room for you, and enough bedrooms to start planning for any Jensen babies you would have after you were married.

Things came to a crashing halt when Jake’s recruits were out on separate missions and the Losers needed him to come back for a last minute mission. They were following a lead that had gone cold so many times before and they knew waiting until one of Jake’s replacements to get back wasn’t an option. It didn’t make the situation easier when you found out he could be gone anywhere from a few weeks to several months with little to no contact.

Jake loved this life and future you had built with him, and for the first few hours after the briefing, you didn’t think the Losers would convince him to go. He tried his hardest to get someone else assigned, but in the end you made the decision together that he needed to go on one more mission.

It soon became clear that your plans that once fell easily into place were just as easily going to be changed. Since getting rare updates from the CIA during the mission would be much easier as Jake’s wife, wedding plans were made in a few short days so you could be married before he left. It wasn’t the wedding you’d dreamed about as a little girl, but the small gathering of family and a few close friends was more than enough for both of you. Instead of leaving on a honeymoon the morning after the wedding, the two of you spent a day with a contractor speed picking flooring, paint colors, and bathroom finishes so you could oversee the house updates while he was gone. You also made the joint decision to stop your birth control the week before he left. You both knew you wanted to start trying for Jensen babies when he came home, so it made sense to let your body adjust while he was gone - but that didn’t mean you didn’t try to perfect the process a few times before he left.

Jake left on a crisp fall morning and you quickly threw yourself into supervising the home updates and unpacking where you could. While you could never forget the lovable goofball you called your husband, it was easy to remember why you fell in love with him with every sticky note with an “I love you” or dad joke written on them you found while unpacking. It was also hard to forget him when you missed your period and morning sickness came with a vengeance a few months after he left. A test and trip to the doctor later, you decided to tell both your parents and his parents after they noticed you not feeling well at Thanksgiving.

December came and construction finished on your home. You had hoped to have your husband home for the first Christmas in your new home and to celebrate your baby, but your favorite holiday came and went with no Jake in sight. Hiding your baby bump was getting harder every week, and you wanted him home so you could tell him the exciting news before others outside of your family found out. After all, he should get to enjoy some of the pregnancy, too - but instead, you resorted to a nightly routine of playing a recording of Jake’s voice to your belly. You were starting to feel little flutters each night as a signal that your baby was missing their dad.

But, like many things in life, things seem to go great until they don’t. A knock from an upper level CIA officer on a bitterly cold January morning brought with it your biggest fear. Jake’s mission had been compromised and none of the Losers made it out alive or back home. Things were a blur from that moment until you watched an empty casket get lowered into the ground, but a gut-wrenching scream seemed to pull you out of the fog. It wasn’t until you sank to the ground and the sudden cold hit your legs that you realized the scream was coming from you.

You did your best to seclude yourself after that day. Ever since Jake’s obituary stated he was survived by his wife and unborn child, you couldn’t stand to endure the looks of pity aimed your way. Without your Jake-sized ray of sunshine, it was easy at first to live in a state between constant pain and numbness. After the funeral, you found out you were going to have a baby girl, and with each passing day, it broke your heart more and more as you started to realize your growing baby was a daddy’s girl. While you actively tried to avoid any voice recording at first, it was hard to ignore the kicks of excitement from your little girl every time she heard him speak. Soon, even talking about him brought fluttering kicks from your daughter.

The minutes went slow but the days went fast, and many spring nights you find yourself here - on your front porch in the set of matching rockers you’d planned to share with Jake. After listening to you talk about growing up and watching the sunset with your family on the front porch, he knew he wanted to keep that tradition alive with your new family. Now, you rocked and thought of the arrival of your daughter who would someday sit beside you instead.

You’d get to meet your baby girl in just a few short weeks, which is part of the reason you were enjoying this peaceful night watching the sunset. Your mom was scheduled to temporarily move in later this week so she could be on hand when you went into labor and for the first few weeks at home after the baby was born. Thinking of the future, you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to picture all the happy moments that would soon be coming your way instead of the heartbreaking ones you knew would come with them in the form of both you and your daughter missing Jake, but crunching tires on the gravel driveway snapped you out of it.

Looking up, you see a yellow Hummer park in front of the house, but you knew better than to get excited at the sight of Jake getting out of the front seat. More often than not, these days brought dreams of sharing special moments and conversations with your late husband that you’d never really get to see, and it seemed like your lack of sleep had you falling asleep on the front porch this evening. You feel like this dream is different, however, because Jake seems stunned to see you instead of being his usual, energetic self.

“Hey, Jakey,” you greet softly with a small smile. “I’ve missed you.” Reaching a hand over to the empty rocking chair, you pat it to invite him to sit down and enjoy the sunset in your dreams. Jake, however, has different plans. His steps quicken as he gets closer, and as he reaches you, he drops to the ground on his knees to feel your very swollen stomach.

“Sweetheart,” his voice cracks as tears start streaming down his face, “I didn’t know you were…” he trails off without finishing his sentence. A gentle pair of hands placed on your stomach bring your daughter’s kicks to life.

“That’s funny,” you say while glancing down at his hands, “I’ve never felt her kick when I’ve dreamed of you before.” Your head snaps up as a watery giggle falls from your husband’s mouth.

“We’re having a baby girl? That’s my baby girl in there?” Jake's hands move to cup your cheeks before he continues. “I can’t believe I had to put you through this on your own, but I promise to make it up to you, sweetheart.” His forehead touches yours as you move to grab his wrists to keep him there in your dream as long as you can.

“I love you, Jake, but even the dream version of you in my head shouldn’t make promises he can’t keep.” Tears fill your eyes as you pull your forehead away from his to meet his line of sight. “It might make this dream easier, but it breaks my heart when I wake up and you’re not here with me.” With that, your husband gets that mischievous look in his eye before he pulls a hand away to pinch your arm with all this might.

“OUCH! What the hell was that for?!” It takes a moment filled with your sweet husband’s giggles before your pain changes to complete and utter shock. “If I can feel that,” you whisper as fresh tears stream down your face, “then that means…”

“That means I’m home, sweetheart,” Jake says with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on his face while wiping your tears away. “That means I’m home.”

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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Jake Jensen and #Dodger story requested by @nana1000night

Basically fluff small mention of losing a family member in the military and Jake being a shy sweetie.

Comments and reblogs appreciated no reposts or publishing anywhere

You see the cutest couple at the park: A tall man and his dog an orange/tah body and little white paws almost like socks and his owner tall and handsome. Sure he had some outdated blonde tips but he's a man hats he know about style plus he looked handsom. Who are you to tell a tall handsome muscularman what to do with his hair. Oh what the hell most he can do is say no.

"Hi can I pet your dog?" You almost wanted to hit yourself in the face you sound like a child. Oh well whats done is done.

"My dog?" He fiddles with his glasses

"Your dog." Ok maybe you should just leave He's clearly nuts or dense

"My," he glues slightly "dog?" How dense is this man? Maybe the steroids he used to get those very gorgeous amazing biceps warped his brain. Wait am I staring don't stare. You point to the dog wagging his tail

"Your pup......py" you say slowly trying to guage if he's an harmless idiot or insane.

"Right my dog its not actually my dog. It's I mean right now it is because I mean I have it with me right now but its actually- it's my neice's I offered to watch him while they went on vacation." he laughs nervously looking around. It was like he was suddenly burst into reality. The blush on his face was cute. You could tell he wasn't used to women talking to him.

"Awww that's sweet. You say that to every girl at the dog park?" You kneel down to pet the dog, he's obviously too frazzled to say yes or no.

"It does sound like a line doesn't it" as he plays with his glasses, "But no here look"

He kneels and proudly shows pictures of his neice playing on her soccer team.

"Aww she's cute."

His dog tags made a noise as they hit eachother. The ball and chain necklace was barley sticking out of his shirt.

"What branch?"

"Hmm?"

"The military what branch."

"Special opss."

"Not exactly an answer but thank you for your service."

Jake blushes at the attention.

"I can't really talk about-"

"Its ok I get it my brother was in the marines"

She pulled a necklace out with a marine class ring

"Was...." Jake said softly. "I'm so sorry."

"Thanks."

"I know it doesn't mean much but."

"It does from people like you. I think you get it more. You still in."

"You're never out."

She nodded and bits her lip.

"Whats his name?"

"Dodger."

"Like the baseball team?"

"The musical-"

"Oliver," she smiles.

"It's my neices favorite."

"You're really close with them aren't you."

"Yea they're all I have so."

"No its sweet. Most men don't care your girlfriend's a lucky girl." You're hoping the blush on your face isn't too visible.

"Not yet. Well I don't have one right now that is. If you were uh wondering."

"No I always ask handsome men who are using dogs as their wingman who don't have wedding rings on. If they have girlfriends It's a tick. Do I get to know your name at least?"

"Jake. As in,' he pauses "Jake."

Jake laughs nervously, he's not used to women being so forward with him.

He's thinking about how to move forward when he sees a tear slip down your face.

He whipes it off with his thumb.

"I'm sorry If I " his face was turning red. He chastised himself for crossing a line but he couldn't help himself

"Jake don't appologize it was sweet its not you It's just It's just me." You mentally slapped yourself for that stupid line once upon a time you could flirt properly .

Dodger as if sensing you're trying to calm yourself crawls on you and gives you a hug.

"Aww. Thank you." You wrap your arms around the sweet dog.

"I think Dodger likes you." Jake softly smirked

"Do you think I can see Dodger again tomorrow or later today? "You looked mostly at Dodger suddenly becoming shy again.

"Well him and me come as a pair." Jake chuckles softly waiting for the 'oh forget it then to come out of her mouth.'

"I know why do you think I asked?" You smiled you at him.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 7 months

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2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

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Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Sloth's Kinktober 2.0 Masterlist

Ah, the weather is finally getting cooler. The nights are longer. It's officially spooky season. And with it, my second attempt at kinktober! Thank you everyone who submitted a request! There were so many delicious and devious thots that I can't wait to share with you all!

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Food Play - Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Pet Play - Bucky Barnes x Trans!Male!Puppy!Reader

Knife Play - Robert Pronge x Reader

Pegging - Sub!Loki Laufeyson x afab!Reader

Body Worship - Sub!Preserum!Steve Rogers x Reader

Size Kink - Frat boy!Chris Evans x SHORT!Fem!Reader

Shibari - Bruce Banner x Reader

CG/l - Tony Stark x Reader

Yandere - Ari Levinson x Reader

Cheating - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Impact Play (Spanking) - Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Babyboy

Primal Play - Alpha!Andy Barber x Alpha!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Double Penetration - Andy Barber x August Walker x Fem!Reader

Biting - Werewolf!Lee Bodecker x Plus Size!Reader

Group Sex - Orgyverse Gang

Ovipositing - Venom x Eddie Brock x Reader

Somnophila - Dark!Andy Barber x Male!Reader

Threesome - Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Steve Rogers x Succubus!Reader

Cum Play - Jake Jensen x Ghost!Reader

Overstimulation- Tentacle!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Blood Play - Vampire!Tony Stark x Reader

Praise Kink - Curtis Everett x Short!Reader

Knotting - Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sex Toys - Steve Rogers x Reader

Gagging - Orc!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Innocence Kink - Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Chase Kink - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Fear Play - Andy Barber x Reader

Holding - Sugar Baby!Ransom Drysdale x Daddy!Reader

Daddy Kink - Gabe Kapler x Fem!Reader

Surprise fic for us all

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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Spooky szn is over and what a fun month it's been 🖤✨ Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington ✨

A good hair deal by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington

Thor ✨

Libertad by @syntheticavenger

Dark! Biker Thor x Female Reader

Jake Jensen ✨

Kinktober day 1 by @bonkywobble

Jake Jensen x fem!reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Don't fear the reaper by @dreamlessinparis

Soft!Dark!Death!Bucky x F!Reader

Pink dresses & picnic blankets by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky Barnes x Reader 'Sugar'

Choke by @buckycuddlebuddy

professor!bucky barnes x student!reader

Peace of mind by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Bound by the night by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Like real people do by @navybrat817

Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Unattainable by @heavysoldat

dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader

Owned by @jobean12-blog

Mob!Bucky x reader

Andy barber ✨

Curtsy by @luxeavenger

dbf!Andy Barber x reader

Discipline me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

soft dark!professor andy barber x reader

Tacit by @wayward-blonde

Andy Barber x Reader

Frank Adler ✨

Tied to you by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Frank Adler x Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Angry sex by @howdoyousleep3

Mafia boss Steve Rogers x female reader

The things you do by @traitorjoelite

fwb!steve rogers x fem!reader

Merciless by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Medieval Steve x reader

Knowledge man by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

librarian!steve rogers x fem!reader

(She moves with) shameless wonder by @ussgallifrey

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Steve Harrington x reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Civil war - Brooklyn by @saiyanprincessswanie

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Tell me I'm yours by @luxeavenger

Lloyd Hansen x reader

Nick Fowler ✨

Anew by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Nick Fowler x Reader

Soldier Boy & Steve Rogers ✨

American beauty/American psycho by @cockslutpadalecki

Soldier Boy x Reader x Nomad!Steve.

Steve Kemp & Ransom Drysdale ✨

Let's play a game by @dreamlessinparis

Steve Kemp x F!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Good morning by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x reader (no other specifications or gender)

What happens in Vegas by @firefly-in-darkness

Sam Wilson x Reader

Curtis Everett & Jake Jensen ✨

Crybaby by @onsunnyside

Curtis Everett x virgin!reader x Jake Jensen [College AU]

Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler ✨

All the time by @geminixevans-stan

Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Eddie Munson ✨

In the name of love by @thornsnvultures

Eddie Munson x plus size!fem!Reader

Like the dirty girl you are by @magnoliabutters

eddie munson x reader (female 18+)

Lee Bodecker ✨

Bless me if I'm being too forward by @avintagekiss24

dark!modern!lee bodecker x black!reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Mafia!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Ari x Reader

#fic rec #october fic rec #eddie munson #steve harrington #thor #jake jensen #bucky barnes #andy barber #frank adler #steve rogers #lloyd hansen #nick fowler #soldier boy #steve kemp #ransom drysdale #sam wilson #curtis everett #lee bodecker #ari levinson

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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The assistant (2) - Office

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

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

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, OC Sandy

Warnings: angst, language, Steve is an ass or oblivious (we will see), low self-esteem, plussized/chubby reader, reader doesn’t take shit from Steve any longer

The assistant masterlist

<< Part 1

“Morning Y/N,” Tony huffs as he makes his way toward his office. He was awake all night to work on another armor. “How was your weekend?”

“Short,” you give the cocky billionaire a cracked smile. You spent your weekend thinking about everything happening last week. Maybe your boss was busy and oblivious to the pain he caused. You’re sure, he will make things up to you one way or another.

He cracks his neck. “I wish coffee and breakfast would wait for me at my office,” he longingly looks at the coffee and breakfast you bought for Steve on your way to the tower.

“I got more than enough. If you want a bagel.”

“I’ll kill for a bagel, darling,” you chuckle at Tony’s eagerness. “Please have mercy, sweet Y/N.”

“I’ve got you, Mr. Stark,” he cocks his head as you hand him the coffee and the paper bag with your bagels. I think Mr. Rogers is capable of getting breakfast on his own. You look like you need the energy more than him.”

“Thank f-“ Tony grins from ear to ear. “One day, I’ll build you an armored suit, Y/N.”

He gives you a wink before hurriedly walking toward his office.

“Y/N,” Steve enters your office without knocking. You don’t look up at first. You’re busy writing his latest report and he clears his throat to get your attention. “Y/N…”

“Morning, Captain. I’m almost finished with your report,” you finally look up to watch him wring his hands. “What can I do for you?” You frown as he nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Is something wrong?”

“I-you need to switch places with Sandy,” he says and your blood runs cold. “You see…Pepper doesn’t like the way Tony looks at his assistant. She asked for a replacement. I told her you’ll make a good…replacement.”

“Replacement? Why?” you slowly get up from your swivel chair. “Because this office is well organized and I’m the best assistant you can think of? Or is it the fact that you never have to get your clothes, food, or anything else done by yourself? What is it?”

“Tony won’t have an affair with you,” Steve gasps at his words. “No…that’s not what I wanted to say.”

“Of course not,” you sarcastically say. “But that’s what you thought, right? Miss Potts wanted an ugly duckling; a woman Tony Stark won’t look at twice. That’s all I am to you. Someone to walk all over and give a shit about. You even forgot to order food for me.”

You kick the wastebasket. “It’s not like that. I-I want Tony and Pepper to get happy. Sandy offered to become my assistant and that you could…”

“Take over the mess at Mr. Stark’s office? Thanks, but no thanks. Only as you want to dunk your dick into her pussy after she almost spread her legs for you in front of everyone I won’t give up my office. This is my place!

“Sandy is not like that,” he protests. “She’s nice and tries to help…and this is not negotiable.” Steve’s words are final.

“Even Captain America fell for her. You’re thinking with your dick thanks to her,” you sneer. “Cause that’s all she’s capable of. Sandy wraps horny idiots around her fingers. Fine. Make her your assistant. I quit!!”

You turn around to and open a program you developed some years ago on your laptop. “What? Tony still needs an assistant and…”

“No!” you snap your head toward Steve. “Don’t act like you are doing this for Mr. Stark. He’s a grown man and didn’t even look at Sandy twice. She lied to get her hands on my well-organized office and you. Well, have her…”

You enter your password, smirking as you press enter. “But she won’t get my system or my files…”

“What are you doing?” Steve rounds your desk to watch your program delete all the reports, files, his calendar…everything you worked on over the last months. “You can’t do this.”

“Oh, this is my software and my files. You still got the reports you handed to me,” you smirk darkly. “I mean the paper scraps you throw at me all the time. Do you think your perfect reports and files appeared magically out of nowhere?”

While Steve sits on your swivel chair, typing on the keyboard to save whatever he can, you grab an empty box from one of the shelves. “You didn’t have to do this. Tony would be a good boss.”

“He’ll make an excellent boss but,” you grab the picture frames on your desk, “I’m not a chair you can kick out when it starts to creak. I’m a person who loves her job and this office. I worked hard to get here. You have no right to take away my job and my office only as you want to fuck that bitch.”

“Doll, you should watch your tone,” Steve looks up from the monitor. “This is insubordination.”

“No, it’s not,” you huff. “I quit minutes ago. I don’t have to pretend any longer that you didn’t act like a dick lately.”

“I—”

You carefully put your plants and all of your knick-knacks into the box while Steve silently watches you.

“Save it, Captain. You’re not the man I believed you are. I always thought that a man like you, the skinny and weak guy from back then, knows how it feels to look different and what this means…” you sniff. “You don’t remember because all of these muscles and good looks made you forget about the simple boy from back then.”

You grab your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and pick the box up. “Wait…maybe I was a little too…I’m sorry, doll...”

“Fuck it. I don’t care,” you storm out of the office, slamming the door shut. “I don’t give a shit about your or Sandy.”

“What? Where’s the fire?” Tony pokes his head out of his office. “Oh, it’s you.” His eyes drop to the box in your hands as he steps out of the room. “What happened?”

“You should talk to your girlfriend,” you snap at Tony. “Maybe she will even tell you the truth…”

“Pepper?”

“Fuck, no,” you curse as you run into a firm chest on your way toward Jake’s café, the box in your hand hitting the man hard. “Sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” the man says as you lift your head to meet his gaze. “Oh, it’s you. Jake’s friend.”

“You look like him… a little. Are you another brother?” he chuckles at your confusion. “Sorry, I didn’t want to be nosy.”

“It’s alright. Let me take this,” you reluctantly let the man take the box out of your hands. “You like plants?”

“Hmm…”

“Jake told me so much about you,” he says. “Bastard didn’t lie this time. You are sweet and pretty. Let’s head inside and have some tea. It’s getting cold…”

“Cupcake,” Lloyd gets up from his favorite chair at his favorite spot to greet you. “Curtis, what are you doing with my best girl?” His features darken as his brother steps in front of you to block Lloyd’s path.

“She ran into me, and I carried her box,” Curtis bites back. “And that’s none of your business.”

“Hi, Lloyd,” you whisper. “Can I have some tea and a cupcake? I need something to make me feel better.”

“What happened,” Lloyd takes the box with your few belongings out of Curtis’s hands. “Can you leave me and sweet cupcake alone for a moment?”

“Sure,” you smile when Curtis turns toward you to hold out his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope to see you more often from now on.”

“Thank you.”

“Back to the box,” you look at Lloyd as he jerks his head toward his table. “Let’s sit over there. Jake brings us some food and tea. We need to talk to Y/N!”

“Y/N!” Jake stumbles out of the kitchen, smiling. “Sweetie! I’ll be right there. Just a moment.”

“Why are you all so nice?” you follow Lloyd toward the table. “You don’t even know me, Lloyd.”

“I like you, Y/N. It doesn’t matter to me that we just met,” Lloyd places the box next to his chair before pulling a chair for you.

“Hmm…usually men aren’t so nice to me,” you drop your eyes to the tea Jake places in front of you.

“For you, sweetie,” Jake sits next to you. “So, what brings you here so early on a Wednesday.”

“I quit,” you sniff. All damns break and you tell Jake and Lloyd everything happening this morning.The men listen, nods and clench their jaws while watching you intensely.

Lloyd’s features darken as he lifts his gaze to look at Curtis who stepped behind you to listen to your story too.

“…and…then…I deleted all the files and left,” you wipe your eyes. “I didn’t overreact, right? He wanted me to switch places with that bitch. Tony is nice and I feel bad for just leaving him hanging.”

“Good girl,” grinning Lloyd looks at you. “I’m damn proud of you.”

“From what you told us, Stark didn’t have a saying in all of this,” Jake huffs. “What the fuck is so special about Sandy?”

“Sandy who?” Lloyd grunts. “I should just go to the tower and ki—” he bites his tongue and shakes his head. It’s too early to tell you about his profession. “Punch your ex-boss’s face.”

“He’s Captain America,” you say. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“We don’t want you to get hurt,” Jake softly says. “I’ll get you your favorite cupcake and you’ll join us for lunch and dinner today.”

“We won’t leave you alone today. Not after what happened at the office,” Lloyd states. “Curtis, will you sit down or just lurk around?”

“So—uh…you are all brothers?” you try to stop Lloyd from talking about Steve. It’s worse enough that you gave up and just quit your job without fighting back.

“Lloyd is the eldest,” Curtis grins at you. “Jakie is our sweet little boy. I’m the middle child and the prettiest.”

“Hey, I’m not an old man,” Lloyd bites back. “You are thirty-four, Curtis.”

“Back to Y/N and her problem. What are we going to do about this?” Jensen asks. “Guys, focus.”

“We need a lawyer,” Curtis says.

“No,” Lloyd shakes his head. “You know how he gets. I won’t let him get even close to my cupcake.”

“Lloyd…” Jake sighs.

“I won’t call him.”

“I’ll call him,” you watch Curtis get up. “Just a minute, Y/N. I’ll be right back.”

“Fine. Call that asshole,” crossing his arms over his wide chest Lloyd mutters. “He’ll not ruin my plans...”

“What did you do?” Tony slams the door to Steve’s office shut behind him. “Why did Y/N quit? What has my girlfriend to do with all of this…”

“I-“ Steve drops his gaze and sighs deeply. “I guess you deserve to know…”

>> Part 3

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#steve rogers x assistant #lloyd hansen #curtis everett #jake jensen #tony stark #The assistant (3) - Office #plus size reader #plussized reader

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Soft Saturday? Alpha Jake holding his cub for the first time, please!

“Hello beautiful,” Jake’s voice is a wavering reminder of the world he cradles in his arms while his universe sleeps beside him, “we’re gonna try not to wake mama bear up, right?”

His eyes study his baby, his beautiful little pup resting soundly and softly in his arms, and for a moment he’s relieved and in the next he’s aware of the dangers of his life.

“I’m gonna be a good daddy for you, the best. And princess…your momma—” Jake looks over his shoulder and preens, a sense of pride cathartically surging in his chest. “—your momma is the best damn thing to happen to both of us, I’d die for her.”

Jake coddles your pup, cooing and shushing her gently while she whines. Theres a moment when Jake thinks she’s going to wake, where he thinks that she’s going to make a fuss and wake you up, however she quiets down and pressed further into his arms.

“You’re your mommy’s baby, you are your mommy’s spitting image and I’m damn thankful for that. You,” Jake leaned in and brushed his nose against hers, “and your mama are my whole world. My whole universe is you, don’t tell her that though. I don’t want her to know how much power she has over me.”

Jake was thoughtful for a moment and then he grinned. “Who are we kidding? She already knows.”

#alpha!mob!jake jensen x plus size!omega!reader #mob!Jake Jensen x reader #alpha!Jake Jensen x reader #six sentence soft Sunday

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nifolution · 1 year

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You Loved Me Once

Pairing: Jake Jensen & Plus-size Reader

Summary: It couldn't be gone. Somewhere deep inside him, he remembered their love. He had to.

Warnings: fluff, angst, feels, humor, mentions of naughty times with food, injuries, car accident due to explosion, mention of guns and being shot and stabbed, concussion, memory loss, fat shaming, heartbreak, breakup, enemies to lovers to strangers

A/N: Takes place roughly 5 years after the movie. This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Jake Jensen tiptoed behind his niece, holding a finger to his lips to keep her friends mum about his presence. Carefully dropping a card into the hood of her zombie sweatshirt, he scampered away. The birthday girl would notice soon enough. And if not, her friends would point it out. The eighth graders well onto the sneaky uncle’s game.

Hannah was old enough that she preferred picking out her own things, but Jake hated the idea of just handing her a gift card. So he bought several for her favorite places; the ice cream parlor, the sporting goods store so she could get new cleats, the movies and so on. Throughout the party, Jake would stick a gift card in his niece's hoodie without her knowledge. The first was placed when he hugged her and wished her a happy birthday. Once discovered, he would find an opportunity to put in another.

Groaning, Stephanie plopped herself down, joining the table of chit-chatting adults. “You're a great uncle, but why did you have to convince her to have a zombie birthday?” She pointed an accusing finger at Jake, “Do you know how difficult it was to make a brain cake that oozes fake blood?”

“What? Christmas in July, zombies in June, not to mention 13 is an evil-evil number, made perfect sense to me.” He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Hannah found the gift card, pursing her lips in mock annoyance as she pocketed it. “Besides, Angel here deserves half the credit.”

Y/N scoffed, “Don’t throw me under the bus. Your sister knows this was all you.”

In reality they both had an obsession with the genre. The couple loved watching monster movies together. Gotten into more than one heated debate over who could defeat whom. Each of them had their favorite creature army and strategies. And although dead and undead things didn't technically qualify, it fell under a similar umbrella.

“Party’s almost over. Any exciting plans after this?”

“Hannah is spending the night at her best friend’s house. So I plan to finish a bottle of wine, and the rest of that cake, while I watch my show and pass out. Then tomorrow, she has to be back by noon, to start her project on ‘armadillos and their impact on the environment.’ Don’t forget, Jake, you promised to help her research for the report and make a diorama.”

“Ooh, I can help too. I know lots of armadillo facts. They’re insectivores… they love to swim… give birth to identical quadruplets, and their armor is tougher than a 9mm.”

Jake threw his arm around his girlfriend, “My Angel is so helpful.” As he spoke, his niece walked by with her overnight bag. He quickly placed another card into her hood without missing a beat. “I can’t wait to get you home, watch Godzilla kick some Ghidorah butt. Maybe have my favorite snack, a little taste of the rainbow,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Stephanie cringed at the suggestive tone, “Eww, I don't even want to know.”

Hannah began to put on her shoes to leave, finding another gift card inside the left one. “UNCLE J!”

Looking as smug as ever, Jake grabbed Y/N’s hand, announcing that was their cue to leave.

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The day Clay introduced Y/N to the team, Jake didn’t take too kindly to her. Giving any reason he could think of as to why The Losers didn’t need a sixth member. Determined to prove her untrustworthy and unnecessary, he drilled her about the drones she makes and her qualifications, trying to catch her in a lie.

He didn't find one, and Clay insisted that she would be an asset. While the rest of the unit was in the field, Y/N would be at home, providing remote support. So Jensen could focus on staying alive instead of his computer. It didn't stop him from feeling like he was being replaced. He was the tech guy, why did they need her?

"Just so we're clear, Y/N, if that is your real name, I am hacker A and you are hacker B. I was here first and I'm not going anywhere."

After the first operation she more than proved her usefulness. Research, logistics, hacking, navigation, and drone assistance. Her drones gave them a bird's eye view, cameras, surveillance, real time topography, thermal imaging, warning systems, an extra set of guns and more.

It was impossible to deny she knew what she was doing. They only walked away in one piece because of her. But it wasn’t until Jake was making his usual attempt at humor mentioned battling kaiju, that the most beautiful sound graced his earpiece. Y/N was laughing, she understood the joke. She then told him a real kaiju would stomp him into monster toe jam, giving Jake a fit of clamorous snorting and wheezing.

“Careful there, Jakey, I don’t want to have to call the paramedics because you passed out.”

He heard the smile in her voice, he couldn’t get enough. “I changed my mind. You are now hacker A. A for Angel.”

Everything changed after that day. Jake flirted with her constantly on comms, much to his teammates' chagrin. His nonsensical banter was now mostly aimed to amuse her. He loved hearing her heavenly voice in his ear. Willing to do whatever it took to make her laugh. The more time he spent speaking with her, the harder he fell. There was an undeniable connection between them.

"So my beautiful Angel, keeping an eye on us from high above, when will you grace me with a date?" Jake had asked before and she had let him down gently. He had to try one more time, even if it led to another rejection.

"I told you, I don't date coworkers. Not even reeeaaally cute ones," she whined. Once again regretting the no.

"I know, but we're more like… long distance coworkers." He smiled to himself, lowering his voice to what he considered a sexy tone, "We work oceans apart so we can be skin to supple naked skin at home… and occasionally other locations. So it's not really breaking your rule."

Y/N giggled, "How can I say no when you put it like that."

"Soooo that's a yes?"

She couldn't help but give in to his dorky charm. "Yes, you can take me out when you're stateside. We'll see where this goes."

"Oh it's going. It's going so far you won't know where the hell we are. Just me and you, lost with nothing but a flashlight and our body heat to keep us warm."

There it was again, his favorite sound.

Four years later Jake still makes inappropriate comments over comms. Their relationship remained strong. Their love and devotion never wavering. Y/N didn't know Jake had been hunting for the perfect ring and planning a big proposal. He wanted to get it just right, his Angel deserved no less.

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“Let's get it oooonnnn.

Let's love, baby.

Let's get it oooonnnn, suGAR.

Let's get it oooonnnn, woo hooooooooo.”

An hour and a half outside one of Sri Lanka’s capitals, the roar of a large truck speeding down a dirt road, was accompanied by very offkey, shrill singing.

Pooch gripped the steering wheel tightly, turning his head briefly to yell at the offending teammate, “Shut up Jensen. You sound like a cat being skinned alive.”

The criticism didn’t bother Jake at all. “Don't be a party pooper, Linwood, I’m serenading my love.”

Y/N shook her head, smiling to herself. “You can sing to me later Jakey. Give the guys ears a break.”

“My gorgeous sexy Angel, when I return, I want to run a hot bubble bath for us. I need to feel those pretty nails scratch down my back. Then I’ll order sushi so you eat it off my naked body. This may or may not be followed by an equally sexy shower.”

"Clay, if I have to listen to this much longer, I'm gonna stab him." Aisha had enough. His lovesick screeching needed to be stopped.

Jake grinned ear to ear, placing his hands behind his head, "What can I say, she loves the angle of my dangle.”

“Okay, The Pooch does not need to hear about the weird Klingon sex or whatever you two are having.”

“Ooh Angel, HIja' bangwI' Ha'.”

"That��s enough,” Clay snapped. “Stop giving them new kinks and focus. The compound is eight klicks ahead. So unless you want to die today, zip it."

“You got it boss. Playtime’s over.” Jake’s voice became gruff and ominous, “Their evil lair looms in the distance. We must prepare our shields and sharpen our silver swords.”

“They aren’t werewolves... I don’t think.” Checking that her drones were in place and out of sight, Y/N cleared her throat, “Alright, it looks like the first set of guards are stationed in an armored vehicle outside the northwest entrance. All clear beyond that gate as of now.”

Clay nodded, “Copy that.”

“Come home to me safe Jakey.”

“Always my Angel. Love you.”

“Love you.”

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All targets were eliminated, the team was on their way back to the hotel, the coast should have been clear. The explosion shocked everyone when an IED detonated under their truck. Four crawled out of the wreckage. The fifth was trapped inside, unconscious and unresponsive.

To say Y/N was drowning in guilt would be an understatement. She blamed herself for the accident. For logging off when she did. She wasn't watching out for them when they needed her. She should have monitored the vehicle better. It could have been prevented had she been more diligent. This was her fault. She would never forgive herself.

Clay knew the call would be a disaster. Weeping women made him uneasy. “I am the one that declared the mission complete. If you’re going to blame someone, blame me... No, do not fly out here. It could raise too many red flags and make the situation dangerous for us. Aisha already had to slip out of the country to avoid detection. Sit tight. I will call you when he wakes up… Jensen’s a fighter, Y/N, he will pull through.”

It would be three days of crying and worrying herself sick before she would hear from her team again. Clay called with good news; Jensen was awake.

“He’s okay. Like the rest of us, he has some superficial cuts and deep bruising. He has a concussion, so they want to keep him a couple more days for observation. Then we're heading home.”

Y/N could breathe again. “Please, let me talk to him.”

“That wouldn't be a good idea right now. Jensen is too agitated and confused due to um…” Clay exhaled, scrubbing a hand down his face, “Well, the concussion seems to have caused post-traumatic amnesia.”

“Amnesia? You mean he can’t remember anything?”

“He remembers everything before 2010 without any problem, but everything after is a blur. He doesn't remember… you.”

“He doesn't know me anymore? I…That doesn’t… If this is a joke, it's not funny, Clay.” As mad as she would be, she prayed this was a bad prank of Jake’s. Hopelessly looking around, expecting him to be sneaking up on her to grab her.

“I wish it was. The doctors assure us it is temporary, but its duration is undetermined. Could be hours to months. Until then he needs to avoid stress and stimulation, let his head heal. We can calmly tell him things he forgot, but not try to force him to remember. It will come back on its own.”

Clay grimaced, “And it kills me to ask this, Y/N, but can you pack up some of his things? It would be better if Jensen stays with his sister, just until he’s more acquainted with you. He would undoubtedly be more comfortable somewhere familiar with someone he’s known his whole life.”

There was no response. If it weren't for her breathing, Clay would have thought the line disconnected. “Y/N?” he tried again. “I know it’s a lot, hun, but you guys will get through this. Jensen will be better in no time. I’ll keep you updated.”

Y/N’s voice cracked as she softly answered, “O-okay.”

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Jake had a killer migraine. The more he tried to think, the worse it got. Waking up in a different year will do that to a person. He wished it was because of something cool, like time travel or being kidnapped by aliens that zapped his brain, but no, it was just a car accident. An occupational hazard that caused him to lose the last five years of his life.

It felt like being trapped in the twilight zone. Everything was different. His team did their best to fill him in on what he was missing. He had to be told of their set up and life as fugitives. Of Roque's betrayal and death. How they were cleared and given honorable discharges, but let the ties remain cut. They were their own unit now, with Clay still leading. It made Jake happy that hadn't changed, they still kicked ass together. He didn’t want to lose anyone else.

The part that intrigued him the most was being told he had a long time girlfriend, Y/N. Whom he called Angel. The group did the best they could telling him about the love of his life. His phone was damaged in the accident, so he couldn’t see a photo. The rest of the team weren’t picture taking people, with the exception of Pooch, who had a million of his son. Crazy, that his friend was now a father.

He learned how they met, about their home, and things they liked to do together, like mini golf and road trips to comic cons. That he loved everything about her, often claiming he secretly made her in a lab, because she couldn't be more perfect for him. And Y/N felt the same about him. He’d give her the honor of wearing his pirate hat when he was away. The one he claimed can only be worn with undies. The Losers hated that they knew that detail, but Jensen liked to overshare. How he still begged her to create a drone that can grab him and carry him through the air like Superman.

Jake listened intently and was excited to meet the awesome mystery woman they spoke about.

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He had been back for less than twenty four hours and his head was killing him. He hadn’t recognized his own niece, she had grown so. Hannah jumped into his arms when he walked in the door, and he didn’t know her. Jake saw the heartbreak on her and his sister’s faces when she told him who she was. He felt like shit. The years he misplaced, this damn brain injury, was hurting the people he loved most.

Someone decided to throw Jensen a welcome home dinner at Clay’s. It certainly wasn’t Clay. All of the Losers would be there, including Y/N. They hoped this night would trigger his memories, or at least make him comfortable enough to move back home with her. They convinced themselves that seeing his girlfriend again would make everything click back into place.

Jake anxiously awaited her arrival. Practically bouncing off the walls with nervous energy. Clay had told him more than once to sit his ass down and relax, but he found it impossible.

Having gotten a babysitter for the night, Pooch arrived with his wife Jolene, a few cases of beer and bottles of wine.

Cougar was the next to arrive, he thought it better to not bring a date for once, Jensen didn't need actual strangers around to confuse him further.

Aisha walked in shortly after. Jake’s face lit up as he ran over, “Holy smokes, you guys weren't kidding. She is definitely mine.” He attempted to put his arm around her waist, but she was faster, catching and twisting the limb until it nearly broke.

Clay walked over to separate them. Sadly, this wasn’t the first time he had to rescue Jensen from her for doing something stupid. “Not yours, mine.” At Aisha’s glare he clarified, “When she wants to be that is. Jensen, this is Aisha. Hands to yourself or she is likely to shoot you again.”

“AGAIN?!”

“Did we not tell you that?”

Shit, she was late. Y/N had stopped to pick up dinner and it took longer than expected. This was not the way she wanted to see her Jakey again. She wore the superheroes vs supervillains jacket he bought for her. Each side ran up a sleeve and collided in battle in the back. Hoping that the sight of her in it will jog his memory. Nervously bouncing her legs, she checked her appearance in the car mirror. Not everyday the love of your life meets you for a second time.

Y/N quietly entered the apartment, her eyes instantly locked onto Jake. He was having a conversation with Pooch and Cougar, laughing and carefree. She noticed the cuts and bruises on his face and arms, knowing there were more under his clothes. It took all her strength not to run over and kiss each one.

She stood awkwardly by the door with the bags of food in her hands, waiting. Jake turned his head and looked right at her. Holding her breath, Y/N searched for any spark of recognition in his eyes. He watched her quizzically, but gave no other reaction. Maybe she should have worn the droids shirt she had on when they first met.

Jake, seeing no one else moving to help, rose from his chair to assist. Giving an apologetic smile as he took the bags from her, “Sorry about that. Do we owe you anything?”

She blinked at him, “Huh?”

“I'm not sure who paid for the dinner,” he lifted the bags in question closer to eye level.

“Oh, I did. It was my turn.”

Jake stared blankly at her, before tilting his head, “So we know you?”

“Yes, I’m part of the team. I'm - I’m Y/N, your girlfriend.”

He threw his head back, “Ha! Very funny. Which one of them put you up to this?” Jake looked around the room for the culprit.

It felt like a snake winding around her heart. Why didn't he believe her? She looked at the group with worried eyes. This was getting uncomfortable for everyone. “No, it's not a joke. We’re together. We just had our fourth anniversary two months ago.”

“Oh,” Jake's eyebrows furrowed. He looked Y/N up and down, frowning. “Um, nice to meet ya. I guess.” Turning his back to her, he walked the food to the table. His splitting headache returned, thoughts swirling and unable to stick. He hated this.

Y/N didn't miss the pity in everyone’s eyes as she silently followed. She sniffed, trying to prevent the tears from falling. Her second first impression was turning out worse than the original.

During the meal, Jake sat in the chair next to her. His body tense, his smiles tight lipped and forced, unlike before. He avoided her gaze, scowling whenever Y/N tried to start a conversation. She made the mistake of touching his arm, and he recoiled. Her stomach was in knots, not understanding why he was reacting so harshly to her.

After everyone ate, Jake and the guys set up the poker table. He watched the women talking, growing bitter. As they brought over more drinks, he turned back to his friends, “This sucks. I deserve a hot babe like Aisha or Jolene. How'd I get stuck with the boring fat chick? Love of my life,” he scoffed, “I don't think so. Waste of my life maybe.”

Y/N froze in shock, her lip trembled. He couldn't have meant what he just said.

Pooch jumped to her defense, “Jensen what the hell, man? How could you say something like that? Amnesia or not, you’re never this rude and disrespectful. You may not remember right now, but Y/N is everything to you.”

“If you like her so much, why don't you date her,” he sneered.

”I have,” Clay retorted. “That’s how she came to work with us. Aisha and I were on a break and we dated. So I have first hand knowledge of how amazing she is.”

Jake’s voice filled with disdain, “Then why aren't you together? Perhaps it's because my first instincts about her were right. She can't be trusted and shouldn't be on this team.”

“Listen jackass, it’s because I decided to hire her. And you know I prefer my women a bit batshit crazy. She’s too sweet for me, but she’s perfect for you. You both have been smitten with each other from day one.”

Briefly turning to Y/N before refocusing on Clay, Jake shrugged, “I don't feel a damn thing when I look at her. Now that Aisha, she’s got parts of me stirring. Maybe I should steal her from you instead. Or have a different girl each night, like my man Cougar. Now that's the way to play it. Why tie myself to one woman, especially that one.”

There was an uproar from the group as Y/N sprinted to the bathroom, sobbing. Everyone began yelling at Jensen for his behavior. He fought back until his migraine got too severe. His vision blurred and he felt sick. Remembering his condition, the team felt guilty for the distress they caused. Cougar drove him back to his sister’s, while the women checked on Y/N.

Jolene rubbed Y/N’s back, trying to console her devastated friend. “You know his mouth is faster than his brain. He…”

“Talks out of his ass,” Aisha finished.

Jolene gave her a pointed look before continuing. “You two are amazing together. Just be patient, things will be better soon. This will all be like a bad dream before you know it.”

It was getting harder to breathe, the snake wound tighter and tighter. Y/N tried believing, but doubts and insecurities screamed in her head. And somehow the loudest was the one whispering, ‘You lost him and he's never coming back.’

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Stephanie kept the team updated on Jake’s progress, or lack thereof. He spent the next two weeks hiding in her guestroom, sleeping or on his laptop, refusing to talk about what happened. In fact, he wasn’t speaking much to her or Hannah at all. Her brother’s silence was deeply concerning. To her memory, he’s never been quiet for more than ten minutes at a time. Hell, the man even talks in his sleep sometimes.

No one could imagine how hard this was for Y/N. They encouraged her to hold on just a little longer and her Jakey would be back to normal.

He doesn't mean it. You guys didn't hit it off the first time either. Keep trying.

You two need to spend more time together. You know he is crazy about you.

Sometimes brain injuries can lead to personality changes. This is temporary. The man loves you.

He will remember and come crawling to you with his tail between legs, begging for forgiveness.

He's not himself right now. He hasn't even been following how Hannah's soccer team is doing.

Give him another chance.

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It was Tuesday night so the Losers went to their favorite hangout, Bar None, for half price drinks. Everyone was surprised when Jensen showed up in an Uber. Y/N did her best to greet him with warmth and a bright smile. For the next hour she tried talking with him, mentioning things from their life together and unsuccessfully keeping his eyes and attention on her.

Regrettably, he didn't give her the chance that she was trying to give him. Jake only looked at her with hatred in his eyes, making snide remarks. Her Jakey didn't have a mean bone in his body. He would get a bit aggravated with others when presented with something he forgot, but he was acting so cruelly toward Y/N. As if his subconscious was telling him she was his worst memory and protecting himself from her. It broke her heart more to think that may be true. She tried to hold her ground, but he was winning and his eyes were wandering.

Right now Jake was busy flirting with some redhead by the bar. The new him was surprisingly smooth. The woman responded to whatever he was saying with giggles and soft touches to his arm. After getting the chick’s number, he walked back to the booth like he won a trophy. He was met with a sea of disappointed and angry faces.

“What's wrong cougar, ya pissed I'm taking all your tail? The handsome cool laconic stranger act only goes so far pal. I'm on a roll tonight.”

Aisha’s fingers twitched, aching to grab her gun and shoot Jensen in the leg. “You’re pathetic. You are going to hate yourself when your memories are back. You’re royally fucking up here. The real Jake only has eyes for Y/N.”

Jake was sick of everyone telling him what he should feel. “Well, I'm not that Jake, I'm this Jake and this Jake doesn't want to go home with the ugly fat ass.” He looked at Y/N with disgust. Then raised his bottle in the redhead's direction, “I prefer to sample the riper fruit.”

The snake sunk its fangs in. Swallowing her hurt and humiliation, Y/N grabbed her purse and jacket, apologized to her teammates and headed out of the bar. Jake smiled at her retreat. ‘Good,’ he thought. His head felt better already.

Clay followed after his recruit, grabbing her arm before she got outside, “Don't go.”

“What's the point? Y/N screamed, her eyes watering. “You heard how he truly feels about me. We're clearly over.”

“He just doesn't remember.”

“And he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to know me. He wants nothing to do with me. What we had must have been some huge cosmic fluke. I have no other explanation for how he could stand to be with me.” She shook her head, arms falling limp at her sides.

“Y/N.” Clay clasped her shoulder, unable to find the words to comfort her.

“Don't Worry, I'll get my own fat ass home.”

Cougar was furious. Jensen was directing his confusion and ire toward the person he needed the most. Y/N did not deserve this. As his friend got up to get another beer, Cougar stood in his way.

Jake sidestepped, only to be blocked again. “What’s your problem, Cougar?” he snapped.

“How dare you… You haven't shut up about that woman since you met. She gets you. Does all that geeky nerd shit with you. I’ve never seen two people so sickeningly in love. If you let her go, you are the dumbest fucking asshole on this planet.”

Jake laughed, “Wow! Tell me how you really feel.”

Cougar’s teeth clenched, "Go. After. Her."

Sparing a glance as Y/N slipped out the door, his lip curled. “I can do better.”

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Clay was hesitant to allow Jensen on the new assignment in Corpus Christi. Jake begged, stating boredom and that his sister was treating him like a child. “I know I've been grouchy, but I'm fine, really. It's not like we’re even leaving the country.”

The Losers were already down a member, Aisha having business elsewhere that took precedence. Even with Y/N’s drones, three men on the ground wasn’t enough. Clay acquiesced on the condition that Jensen would alert the team if he got dizzy, his headache worsened or things became too much.

Jake was acting like his typical talkative self, but the topic was one Y/N couldn’t bear to hear. She did her best to be professional and not to let her team hear her cry.

“What a night boys. What... a… night. I’m surprised I can still move. Yasmin, that redhead from the bar, more like yaaas ma’am. I was gladly on my knees for that insatiable little sex kitten. And get this, we stopped to grab some beer and I saw a bag of skittles. Light bulb! I had the brilliant idea to trail the wet candy on her skin and lick off flavors and she was dowwwnnn for it. She…”

Y/N ripped out her earpiece, clutching her stomach. She was going to throw up. That was their secret thing. Jake loved saying he wanted to ‘taste the rainbow’ in public and it meaning something kinky.

The snake consumed her heart whole. Their love was gone. The shared laughs, the kisses, the cuddles, the sex, the conversations were gone. Their precious and too little time together now only memories. He wasn't her Jakey anymore.

Her Jake made her feel special and beautiful. He showed her everyday that he loved her dearly. He would never do this to her, never treat her like this. He’d kick anyone's ass that made her feel less than. He never let her doubt herself, always knew how to make her laugh. Her sweet motormouthed goofball was gone. She didn’t recognize the man that took his place.

What were you supposed to do when your whole world shattered in front of you?

Y/N could not continue working with them. It was too hard. Staying would surely kill her. Angrily wiping at her eyes to clear her blurred vision, she took a series of deep breaths. The monitors needed to be watched properly. She could at least do that. She could keep the Losers safe one last time.

Putting her comm back in, she knowingly subjected herself to hearing Jensen spill more details about his wild night with that woman. Y/N stayed online until they were back inside the safehouse.

Getting out of the van, Jensen tried to convince the team to go out. “We’ll grab a little surf and turf. Then find a nightclub to drink, dance and mingle. Come on guys, let’s get this party started.”

Everyone adamantly refused.

“Then let's stay for another day and go swimming at the beach. I'm sure there’s an army of bikini clad hotties just waiting to be wooed by us manly men.” His friends looked at him with disapproval. “What, I'm horny.”

Clay knew she was still there, he stayed on as long as she did. Not saying a word until, “I'm so sorry, Y/N.”

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Another Tuesday, another night at Bar None, only this time Y/N met the Losers to resign. She wanted to have a goodbye drink with her friends.

Pooch embraced her, “Don’t leave us. Don't leave him.” He was unaware that over his shoulder, she could see Jensen with his tongue down a brunette’s throat.

“I can't. I'm sorry, I can't.” She couldn’t stay and watch this again.

Aisha shook her head, she wasn’t a hugger and found the loss of her friend not something to celebrate.

“If you need a glowing recommendation, you know who to call.” Clay smiled, understanding she had to do what was best for her.

Y/N returned the gesture, “I already landed another job. I’ll be leaving the country in a few days.” She handed a business card to her former boss. “This is the real estate agent willing to sell the house. If you could give that to Jensen, or he can keep it. I don’t care.” She refused to cry again.

Cougar took Y/N’s hand, glaring at Jensen who was walking their way with his new conquest. He placed a lingering kiss on her hand, slipping her a small piece of paper in the process.

“I’m going to miss you Losers.” Y/N finished her beer and walked out of their lives.

Clay’s fists clenched, “Jensen, consider yourself suspended. Effective immediately.”

Jensen rolls his eyes, “Tsk, why? Because we lost a ton of dead weight. You should be thanking me.”

“Because you have proven the ‘new you’ cannot be trusted. You can return to duty when you're back to your old self… I need a team I can depend on and right now you are the farthest from that.”

“You’re serious?” Jensen dragged the brunette with him to find another booth. “Whatever, I don't need this shit.”

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(3 weeks later)

Jake groaned, sleepily scooching closer to cuddle the warm body beside him. “Mmmm, my Angel.”

“Ooh baby, you ready for another round?”

Jumping at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Jake scrambled out of the bed. He grabbed his gun and aimed it at the unknown woman. “Who the fuck are you? What did you do to my Angel?”

Her eyes grew as big as saucers, “I don't know who you're talking about, you goddamn psycho. We came here alone.”

Gun in hand, Jake began tearing through the apartment, searching for any evidence of Y/N.

“I'm calling the cops. Get out of my goddamn house,” she screamed, throwing his clothing at him.

Picking up his belongings, Jake yelled back, “I'm going, stop screaming.”

“Go fuck yourself, you fucking freak!”

Jake ran out holding his clothes, managing to get his boxers on as he fumbled down the stairs. Fishing his phone out of his pants, he dialed Y/N. Instead of his girlfriend’s voice, he heard ‘We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service.’ ‘That can't be right.’

Once outside, he put his glasses on and looked around, not recognizing a thing. ‘Where the hell am I?’ He redialed. “Come on Angel, please.” He received the same message.

A dark cloud of understanding enveloped him. ‘Oh God. What the fuck did I do?’ “You fucking idiot, what did you do?”

Jake trembled, “This can't be real. It's a nightmare. That's all it is.” He squeezed his eyes shut and began slapping his face. “Wake up you loser. Come on, wake up. WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

The sound of sirens approaching, and the sting of his cheeks proved a consciousness that he couldn’t accept. His eyes remained closed, “Please.”

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

* Bad klingon: HIja' = yes, bangwI'= my love, Ha' = let’s go

Sequel: Love Me Again

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