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[bigtreefest]

Touch My Butt

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader one-shot

Summary: Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman

Word count: 1,506

Content/warnings: mostly fluff, is this what a meet-cute is?, allusions to smut if you squint, the lightest thigh grinding, adorkable awkward Jake, accidental pervy statements, butt-touching, I don’t think I used any pronouns (aka gn!reader), no use of Y/N

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for awhile, and it’s one of those things that came out pretty much exactly how I had it in my head, so that makes me really happy.

Who doesn’t love a hot nerd who doesn’t know he’s hot??

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

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You and Jake had been going out for nearly a couple of months now. You had met originally at a coffee shop where he had complimented your pants, standing behind you as you both were waiting for your drinks.

“Hey, I really like your pants. So many pockets. And the buttons are really cool on the back ones, here.”

You slowly turned around, eyes trailing up from a slim waist to a broad chest, and eventually a pair of blue eyes, tucked behind glasses, just as they started to go wide with realization at what he had said.

“Oh my gosh, I-uh, not that I was looking at your back pockets on purpose, I mean- I didn’t mean to look at your butt at all- not at you at all”

His cheeks began to tinge red and his gaze was glued to the floor, scared to look back up at your eyes, worried for the confrontation that could come from his awkwardness and inability to read the room. His buff arm was rubbing the back of his neck, bicep bulging as you dipped your head in an attempt to meet his gaze.

You instantly giggled “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. Thank you for the compliment, I really like these pants, too.”

You turned back around before you got the chance to embarrass yourself in front of the hot, dorky stranger just as your name was called. You grabbed your drink, turned and winked at him, and left to continue the errands on your list, heading to the grocery store.

You were making your way through the produce aisles, figuring out which fruits and vegetables would be best for your meals for the next couple weeks when your eyes landed on the sign for an amazing deal on peaches.

You pushed your cart towards the display and grabbed a bag, examining for varying degrees of ripeness so you could have some sooner, and others wouldn’t peak until next week. Just then you heard the stray squeaky wheel of a cart stop behind you, thinking it was just another shopper going about their business until you heard a familiar voice.

“That’s a nice peach. You like peaches? Wait! No- I, uh, that wasn’t supposed to come out so creepy like that.”

You did your best to suppress a laugh as you paused your produce search and whipped around to see the man from the coffee shop bent at the waist with his head in his hands resting on the handle of his grocery cart. His frosted tips the only thing left on display to you.

“So, uh, is all you’re capable of doing…making allusions to my ass?”

From behind his hands, you heard a muffled “no” before he wiped his palms down his face and looked at you sheepishly. “I don’t know why that keeps happening. I really just wanted to start a conversation with you. And I promise I’m not stalking you either, I’m just out running errands today.”

“Wow, you really know how to convince a girl you’re not an axe murderer, that’s for sure.” Your eyebrows raised, but there was still a smile on your face. You believed him. He seemed genuine.

“I promise I’m not! And I promise I’ll never talk about your butt again” He bursted out, hopeful that he wasn’t blowing this. “Can I, um prove it to you? Over coffee? I mean- n-not now, obviously, you’ve still got your cup-”

“Yes.” In an attempt to save him from his adorable rambling you interjected. “Yes, I’d like to see you again, sure. In a more planned manner. But how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”

“Oh, yes, that’s perfect.” You watched as he stood up taller, shoulders back in a new-found cockiness, and grabbed a peach off the display. He tossed it up in the air and caught it in his hand a few times before you cleared your throat gently to get his attention again.

“So do you want to exchange numbers? So we can figure out the details later?” He went to reach for his phone, losing focus on the peach and fumbling it, grasping as it fell out of reach and you both watched it splat at his feet almost in slow motion.

He bent down and picked it up, placing the newly lopsided peach in his cart. “I, uh, I’ll pay for that.” He rubbed his neck again in embarrassment and looked down, scared to make eye contact. Sensing his nervousness to take another step and mess up again, you softly grabbed the phone from his hands and replaced it with your own. The two of you put your contacts into the other’s phone and handed them back.

“Ah, well, it’s nice to meet you officially,” you looked down at the new contact “…Jake. I’ll message you soon.” He was speechless and still red with embarrassment, so he just stood there and waved with a grin on his face as you left the produce and made your way to the frozens.

Dinner with Jake was great once the two of you had loosened up a little. Conversation flowed easily and you were caught up in his charm that you were sure he didn’t even know he had. This led to another date later in the week at the science center, followed by three other dates the next week, until the two of you were at one another’s apartments each night of the following.

You truly enjoyed spending time together, but you could tell Jake was trying to keep some respectful distance. He’d hold your hand when you walked or drove together, or occasionally put his hand on the small of your back, but it rarely went past that, besides the occasional times where you’d smack his butt and he’d look at you with a playful warning glare. You couldn’t help yourself, it was just so plump. It didn’t necessarily seem to go the other way, though. The one time the two of you had come close to having a heated make out session, he left his hands on your waist while yours roamed through his hair. He did look delicious with it all messed up, though, pairing well with his fogged up, crooked glasses.

Besides that, he would sit on the opposite side of your small 3-seater couch from you, allowing your legs to be tangled, and not much more. That’s what was going on tonight. It was Friday and Jake had come over for a movie marathon. You hoped this would lead to being closer to him, but he seemed enthralled with what was on the screen.

You had gotten up to get snacks, and when you came back, you plopped yourself down right next to Jake, hip to hip. He didn’t seem to mind at all. Maybe he was just trying to do everything on your terms? You snuggled up against him, lifting his arm and placing it over your shoulder, and he let you, for the rest of the movie.

Once the credits began to roll, he groggily stretched and you looked over your shoulder and up at him through your eyelashes. He smirked back down at you. Oh man, how he loved that look. He leaned down do give you a peck. This was your opportunity to push it a little farther, so you shifted to straddle his thigh.

“Is this ok?” He looked up at you in response as his hands gravitated to your waist.

“Yeah, baby. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You placed a hand on his cheek. “If I’m so perfect, why don’t you touch me ever?”

He looked back at you intently, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about? I’m touching you right now.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, respectfully. You always touch me respectfully.”

His cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, uh, I want you to know I respect you. And that I’m not trying to sexualize you, especially after my accidental pervy statements when we first met.”

You smiled and shook your head at him, leaning down so your foreheads met as you squeezed his cheeks softly. “And I appreciate that, I really do. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman and I see the reverence in your gaze. I hope you see it in mine, too… And how many times do I have to tell you? I didn’t really think you were a perv” you giggled quietly, still meeting his gaze, “I found it endearing.”

You sat back up and lowered your hands to grab his wrists, guiding his palms to snake around your back and down lower over the back pockets of your jeans.

“And I want you to know, it’s okay to sexualize me a little bit. Touch. My. Butt.” You punctuated with pecks, before leaning in and kissing him hard. He returned the passion with a moan, kneading where you had placed his hands and you ground against him as your hands moved back up to tousle his hair.

*screech* I love Jakey. Thank you for reading

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[littlelioncub43]

Hey i was just wondering how did we meet our nerds? From what I understood, we meet Dennis via work. But how did we meet the rest of them?❤️

Ooo! I love this! Ok! I'll do the original Tech Tuesday boys hehe

You were taking a few courses at your local college. The math class you were in required you to partner up with one of your peers for a project. Your professor had already paired everyone up, and your partner was a guy named Justin Capshaw. You've never heard of him before, but when you went into class the next day, there he was at your table in all his cherub-faced glory.

"H-Hi, I'm Justin," he stutters, his face a soft shade of pink as he shakes your hand, "we're partners... f-for the project!"

You were inseparable ever since.

You were at one of your nephew's games, cheering him on when you caught Jake's eye. You were excitedly clapping and jumping and cheering— you were hard to miss. Especially since you were the most beautiful woman Jake had ever seen in his life. Thankfully, he was able to find some courage to talk to you. He made a few jokes, got you to laugh, and in that instant Jake was hooked. That was it for him.

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[witchywithwhiskey]

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[jamneuromain]

Allright my sweet Jam, listen about this. How about a reader who is new at her work and Meet our dear nerdy boy Jensen, Who happens to be in a very bad relationship with a mean girl. He doesn’t leave her because he thinks nobody would date him again , however there comes our reader girl being a badass, sort of friendsxlovers cuties🤭.

Im loving thiiiis!!!! 🙈

Hi nonnie😌❤️

😩soft boi Jakey is always going to have a special place in my heart - the golden retriever look on his face is so damn adorable-

Bad B*tch

Jake Jensen x Reader (you)

Summary: Jake is in a tough spot with a terrible person around. You choose to be the bitch and snap him out of it.

Warning: Swear words.

"I'm so fed up!" Hush-yells Clara, who shoved Jake away from her close proximity, "Leave me alone!"

Storming off from the coffee room, she didn't look back.

If anyone other than people from your department is seeing this, they would think that Jake, who had been pushed and shoved, must have done something wrong to piss off the pretty lady who ran away.

From your point of view?

Clara was obviously manipulating her boy toy again.

It was unfair to call Jake "boy toy", however, with his weirdly cute goatee and the round spectacles on the bridge of his nose, you understood why Clara would want him around. He was undoubtedly good-looking, and practical regarding computers, phones, and anything linked to the power strip.

In fact, your laptop was what connected you and him in the first place. On the first day in your office, you were completely bewildered by the complicated authorization process to make amendments to some files. After some help from the only guy at IT - Jake - you were lucky to gain the authorization from the IT department twice as fast. You had been friends since.

Now, after two years working for your company, you knew too well of your co-workes, Jake included, but especially Clara from the same department where you came from.

Clara was the notorious slayer of hearts, keeping a few men around the tips of her fingers, and manipulate them to do her work for her, occasionally rewarding them by blowing a kiss (or screw them in an empty office, you had the unfortunate experience of walking in Clara and another men fucking each other's brain out) and making their sanity scrambled into mush.

Jake, as it seemed, has fell into the hands of Clara since six months ago.

Jake met your eyes from where he was standing. He managed a small smile, which looked sad rather than happy.

"What is it with this time?" You asked quietly.

It has happened so many times after Jake was determined that Clara was willing to be his girlfriend. Clara would scream and yell whenever something didn't work out the way she expected to, and Jake would hastily apologize for something that wasn't his fault.

"I ... got upset when she got too close with Felix." Jake scratched the back of his head, stepping out of the coffee room and gesturing towards the terrace, where he'd be more open to conversation without eyes and ears close by, "It's ... it's my fault, though, I'm insecure, I'm ..." Jake repeated what Clara had hissed at him, shutting his eyes, he could still hear her words ringing in his ears.

"Sorry about dumping this on you." He hastily apologized. He noticed that you were awfully quiet, probably because that you didn't want to hear about his yet-to-be relationship drama.

"It's okay." You shrugged.

It was not. But last time when you told Jake that Clara was manipulating him into doing her biddings, Jake broke into a large fight with you.

Even though he apologized the next day, but stating the fact that Clara was nothing like you imagined her, you realized some topics were better staying in the dark.

Topics like Clara and her ways with men.

However, it didn't mean that you couldn't wiggle your opinion into his mind.

You turned to him, your voice flooded with sympathy, "You must feel that you are out of her league, I get that a lot."

Yeah sure, Clara didn't deserve him.

Jake took a deep breath, before continuing, "It's just that ... none of the girls finds me attractive." He casted a small glimpse in your direction, "I'm the nerdy IT guy, and they are always ... hot. " Licking his lower lip nervously, Jake huffed, "Clara is different. She has a bad temper, but I think she likes me. She really does."

You were not going to dwell on the case of Clara, because you knew no matter what you say, he was going to defend her. So you changed your approach, "Rewind to the last thing you said - you're not a nerd."

Jake pouted, blinking his puppy eyes.

His whole demeanor was expressing one simple idea. He knew you were trying to sneak by with a white lie.

You laughed. "Okay! Okay, you are. But you're cute. Don't girls dig the cute nerd type?"

"You'd be surprised." He sagged his shoulder, looking depressed, mumbling, "Thank you, anyways. You must have something better to do, and yet you chose to stay and listened to my miserable love life-"

"Don't." You instinctively stopped him from saying more, "Look, Jake, you've been my friend ever since I got to this place, and I know you. I chose to stay because my friend is in need because of a-" You swallowed the B-word, with difficulty, "a really bad person broke his heart, over, over and over again. Not because of anything else, and certainly not because my dear friend 'doesn't deserve' some comforting when he needs it."

Jake stretched his arms over the terrace railing, looking into the city's concrete walls and iron jungles.

"Jake, look at me." You whispered.

He gave no reply, simply letting out a long sigh.

"Jake." You raised your voice, only by a little, and he still did not answer you.

"Jake-" You squished his cheek between your palms, finally made him turn your way, with his adorable lips protruding, "You're better than this - sulking over that bitch - okay?"

A pit of fire rolled in your stomach.

Why couldn't he see the truth? That Clara was playing him, that she never meant to be his girlfriend, not to mention the new boytoy she had, Felix, who was in the accountant and that she needed Felix to check the books for five dozen purchases in your department - on top of, the purchase checks were supposed to be Clara's work, because she messed up with her data entries.

"She wants me." Jake repeats stubbornly. If he had puppy ears, they'd be dangling to the floor, "She likes me."

God, enough with Jake and his bullshit-

You stood on your tiptoes quickly, and smothered Jake with a kiss. The hands on either side of his cheek helps. The fire in your stomach fueled to the kiss, urging you to nibble on his lips, regardless that you were on the terrace of the company building, that you could be seen by almost anyone who stepped foot into the second floor, while the only thing that separated you from the building was see-through glass doors.

"Jake, I need you to help me with-" Clara rushed over, pulling the glass door open, was stunned at her spot, and then, "YOU BITCH!" She screamed at you.

"Guess I am." You smiled coyly, letting go of Jake's reddened lips, "need anything?"

Clara turned to Jake, stomping like a teenager, "Jake, please, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I really need your help."

"I-" Jake hesitated.

"Jake pleaaaaase, you can't help her like that." You mocked her voice, fingers exploring his chin and his stupidly cute goatee, "Oh wait - sorry, forgot I was a bitch. Now why don't I live up to that name - " You made the most impressive bitch face in your entire life, not that you did it before, but with you narrowing your eyes, and twitching your lips, and the "Fuck off from my boyfriend", you made Clara scatter.

You were crossing your arms in contempt, satisfied with your tactics, when a small gasp from Jake made you aware of his presence.

"For the record, I'm not saying sorry." You pursed your lips into a thin line, "Even if you don't want me to be your friend anymore."

Jake gulped, and gulped again, and calling your name hesitantly. Thin sheet of sweat emerged from his forehead, before the goofy grin curled up onto his lips.

"No. No." He murmured. Cheeks pink, biting the inside of his lip, staring into the ground so hard as if studying tile patterns, he added, "You're not asking me for help at work, are you?"

You huffed out a laugh. You could not believe his first concern of your announcement.

"Yes." You cleared your throat.

His eyes looked up in disbelief.

"And asking you to come to our house for New Year's dinner. And asking you to teach me how to play Overwatch. And asking you to be my date at my cousin's wedding. And such and such." Your hand sneaked to his side, secretly interlacing his fingers with yours, "What'd you say?"

"Yeah." He breathed, "Yeah that sounds ... great. As long as I get to be Sombra."

"Who?" You quirked your eyebrows.

Jake giggled, holding your hand tightly in his, "You have so much to catch up on Overwatch! Sombra is the most badass one of them all - well, not as badass as you, it seems..."

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[royalsweetteaa]

Can you please do Cevans characters as Dads to a baby girl?

Yess this is so cute! 🥺

(For this HC, their daughters are 5-6 years old!)

Andy Barber

Andy is a very ‘practical’ dad. He likes to take the role of teaching and passing on things, - like teaching his daughter how to tie her shoes and show how to cook and make lunch so she can pack for school herself. Breaking communication barriers and acknowledging his daughter's feelings is something he does well and early on to ensure he has a healthy relationship with his baby girl.

He believes independence is important to teach his daughter so she won't let society tell her what she should do when she grows up. But of course, he finds it also important to remind her how family matters too, and that he and you (the mother) will always be there to guide her when she needs help.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom spoils his sweet baby girl just like he spoils his wife; gifting his daughter pretty dresses and clothes, big playhouses and all the Barbies she can wish for. It’s hard to distinguish your daughter’s birthday and regular days.

He is very protective over his baby girl too. He knows boys can be ruthless, - he would know because he was a ruthless boy too, and if a boy dares make his daughter feel insecure at school, he will make sure they meet his wrath. Teaching in a parental way is something Ransom leaves to his wife, but sometimes he is able to use the right words to give his daughter the encouragement she needs.

Steve Rogers

Steve wants to show his daughter the wonders of the world, despite how dark it can turn. He is like a guardian angel to his baby girl; Always keeping her safe and making sure she feels safe while having exploring the world. Their special way of bonding is him writing letters to her, - their 'top secret way' of communicating with each other.

While Steve usually hides his vulnerability often, he makes an exception with his daughter (and his wife of course) so she can see him beyond the hero facade, - someone who is first and foremost her dad and human.

Johnny Storm

There's plenty of father daughter activities with Johnny. He practically takes his daughter with him all the time, - even at work. Johnny likes buying his daughter designer clothes so she can be the cool girl of her school, even if she's only 6. He was the cool kid of his time, and he wants his daughter's time to shine through.

Johnny will definitely show off his daughter by doing photo shoots with her, winning the hearts of the people. He claims his baby girl is the cutest thing in existence, and no one can be cuter than her. Giving his daughter self confidence is important to him so he can make her believe she can do anything as long as she has the passion for it.

Jake Jensen

Jake loves being involved in his daughter’s playtime activities. Jake’s back is reserved for piggyback rides with his daughter, and he will gladly carry her all the time because it’s not a hassle at all. He does not mind if she wants to put make up on him and play dress up, or have him at her tea party together with her stuffed animals. To him it’s all worth being made fun of by his teammates if he gets his daughter’s face to light up.

It's all about being present in more ways than one that means something for Jake. Being grateful for the moments taking place and the memories they create will be Jake's legacy to his daughter.

Ari Levinson

Ari adores his daughter, - always pouring attention into her during his free time because the least thing he wants to happen is for her to feel neglected or distance herself from him. His daughter can count on him actually listening when she has something new she wants to show or tell him.

He likes to point out similarities with his daughter, so they can have something special to bond over between them. Whether it being going to the beach to catch crabs or go pick blueberries in the forest, - it's an adventure to his daughter and therefore an adventure to him.

N/A: Thank you for the suggestion, anon! <3 Hope you like it!

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Small Change

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See, One Thing Leads To Another, One Message Waiting, One Day Closer to You, I’m the Only One, Plus One, Ticket for One, The Wrong One, Number One

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

Saturday. You find it hard to focus on the mountain of work before you as the night before nips at the back of your mind. You haven’t even sorted through the mess of text messages waiting in your phone, the battery icon blinking neglected as you search for an ounce of motivation to start a new day.

Why did last night have to end? You and Jake didn’t play any more MarioKart. You hadn’t managed to catch your breath until well after midnight and you only just dragged yourself out of his dorm before two in the morning. Two!

You feel wild. Like you’re finally living your college life. Not just burying your nose in endless textbooks and dreading your next lecture. But that doesn’t mean that part of it is over. Nope, it’s sitting there staring you in the face, the pile of borrowed library books stacked on your desk and the half-finished notes littered around your laptop.

You grab your mug and peer into the depths, stained with the dregs of your first cup of coffee. You’re half-tempted to go down and indulge in a sugar latte from the Starbucks attached to the next dorm building but you haven’t earned much more than another generic pod from the shared keurig in your kitchen.

You resign yourself to the bland medium roast and emerge into the common space to set the machine to grinding. Your dorm mates are elusive, likely sleeping off their own Friday nights, as the nozzle chokes out a steady brown drip. You add a touch of oat milk and go back to your room, yawning before you take a sip.

Your phone buzzes. You can’t ignore it forever. You’re supposed to meet up with Inez later but you don’t know if you can face everything else. You still can’t believe Jake, but you're not mad at it. He only said what you’re too afraid to. 

And he’s right, you’re just happy he said it all out loud. Professor Rogers was getting a bit too close for comfort. Even if he’s totally oblivious to it, you shouldn’t undersell your feelings. Easier thought than done.

You take your phone and plug it into the charge as the 5% warning chirps. You pause and scroll through your notifications, pulling up Inez’ chat first.

‘Meet me at mine @ 1. Bring snacks.’

You give a short confirmation and flip back to Jake’s chat. A dweeby gif of a cartoon cat waving and wishing you a good morning. He’s such a nerd but it’s so cute.

‘Mornin’ you answer bluntly, not sure how much you should say.

‘How ya feelin, champ? Is the crown heavy?’ He quickly responds and you chuckle.

‘W.e. If I spent all my time playing as an imaginary plumber, I might be just as delusional’

‘O we had some real fun last night ;)’

‘And now back to the real not fun’ you swoop up the camera and take a photo of your desk, sending it off with the message.

‘Boo. Should I bring help? Coffee?’

‘Pls. I can’t have u distractin me’

‘Bc I’m so fuckin’ sexy or because I got the best cuddles’

‘Ew stop’

‘Not wat us said last nite’

‘Got 2 study. U should 2.’ You make yourself key in, ‘txt later’.

You hit back and view the list of unread, Professor Rogers at the very top. You really don’t want to delve into that horror show but you have a meeting with him on Monday and you can’t really walk in with this hanging over you. You push your thumb down and the chat pops up.

Several messages precede Jensen’s brash response. ‘How’s it going?’ ‘Having a fun Friday?’... his usual niceties. But only one comes after.

‘Didn’t mean to overstep. Have a good night’

Should you answer? Reassure him with some lie? Or at least let him down easy? Let him down easy? About what? He’s your professor, not your friend. You close the chat and leave him on read. Let him take a hint.

You take your coffee back to your desk and sit down, chin in your hand as you scroll. An email pops up in the corner of your screen, a red exclamation on the margin denoting an urgent message. The sender both surprises you and doesn’t. Dr. Steve Rogers. It could be for the class.

You click and the wind spans the screen, the subject; ‘Lesson 1 Revisions’

You sigh. You thought that was all figured out. You went over everything, you made the changes, he said it was all good. You were already halfway through planning for your next lesson in Week Three.

‘Due to some recent Council regulation amendments to the curriculum, the introductory lesson for Winter term’s ‘Classic to Contemporary Literature’ must be revised to meet the new standards set by the Dean’s Office. See attached the most recent council legislative review and let me know if you have any questions.

My recommendation would be to postpone the completed lesson for Week 3 and design a new lesson to meet the requisites for Week 1. I am open to discussion. Understanding that these are last-minute and unexpected changes, I am open to meeting Sunday for office hours if necessary.

Please let me know if I can assist further and if you would like to meet.

Dr. Rogers’

You sigh and turn your head down, tempted to slam the laptop closed. You don’t have time for this. You have finals, you have papers, and now all the work you’ve done is essentially wasted. It seems almost too convenient that this has to happen now, of all times.

And Dr. Rogers… that sign-off? You lift your head and scroll back to the last email he sent to the class about the exam. At the very bottom you hover your cursor over ‘Professor R.’ Why is he suddenly getting so formal about this? Dr. Rogers, you scoff and roll your eyes. 

Well, you can’t blame him for the council amendments. That’s just an unfortunate inconvenience, still his timing is a bit strange. He could wait until you meet on Monday when you’re not piled high with studying. 

You rub your forehead and go back to his email. You sit up and type your response.

‘Thank you for letting me known, Dr. Rogers. We can discuss this on Monday at our previously arranged time.’

You hit send and exit out of the window. You have the holiday break to figure out second semester. Right now, you need to finish this stupid paper about Interwar Bavaria for Professor Laufeyson.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #mcu #marvel #professor!steve #au #avengers #captain america #the losers

[onsunnyside]

sonny bear i am here to make my case as to why jock!steve and nerd!jensen are the dream dp team!!!!! 📊 (my results and findings) 🗂️💻 (my files, physical and digital) 📑 (meeting agenda and notes, 1 printed copy for you and i will email the file to everyone else after the meeting) 💼 (my briefcase) 👩🏻‍💼(me)

1. mean daddy jock!steve 2. soft daddy nerd!jensen 3. whiplash from the dynamic!!!!! the image in my head: steve loves edging and jake loves overstimulation……. can you imagine doing anything other than crying, drooling, and taking it like a good girl 😮‍💨 4. these are the kings of dirty talk! they’re gonna tell you exactly how good you’re making them feel, how you and your holes were made to be used by them 5. (by extension) name calling meets praise… i have ran world class top of the line software (1 minute of using my brain) to present to you a selection of what steve and jake will call you when they’re deep in you: dirty slut, filthy baby, cumdump, pretty girl, cocksleeve

this concludes my presentation!! i’m open to comments, questions, and concerns 😌🫶🏻 vote for jock!steve and nerd!jensen!!!!! 👹🤲🏻 - 🪷

well after the first paragraph, you already have me convinced !! i'm sitting 🪑 and listening👂very closely to your presentation

the dynamic has so much potential to be filthy 🌚 steve mocks you for wanting them and jake has trouble staying calm when you beg to ride his face 😵‍💫 but mean steve steps in and says you don't deserve that, so he fucks your face while jake eats you out from behind. it's !! so !! messy !! "so cute down there, filthy baby, is Jake making you feel good?" ALLOW ME TO SAVE THESE NICKNAMES FOR THE DRABBLE and although they aren't in the lead, this gave me a few ideas hehe

#🪷 anon #i am: sonny bear #polls ask #sonnysprompts #ask sonny #dream dp team #team blondies

[imaginedreamwrite]

Baby can you tell me more about Steve and Jake? I don’t know why but I am obsessed with them. I think it is because the relationship with a man is new to Steve

Some kind of meet-cute

“Did you know cats can understand 25 to 40 different words?” Its his super soldier hearing that first detects the vocal tone, the excitement and the prattling of scientific facts that piques his interest.

“Jensen, nobody cares.” The snide remark should have sent the omega off a discourse since it had come so brashly from an alpha and yet the omega lets it roll off his back.

“Cats,” Steve steps away from the bar and the alcohol that won’t do anything for him anyway, and finds himself in the direct path of the omega in question, “can’t trust them.”

“You’re a dog person?” Steve comments immediately, bracing for the omegas sudden quietude and is surprised again by a sudden boldness that comes from his veteran.

“Captain America,” he grins and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “is a cat person?”

“Jensen, Rogers….Rogers, Jensen.” One of the other veterans introduces the two and Steve opens his mouth to speak however the words won’t form on his tongue.

He’s blindsided by the scent of another omega heavily clinging to this omega. Steve’s eyes wander and search the frame of this omega before him, curious about the secondary scent when he finally notices the scent locket hiding behind a set of dog tags.

“My omega,” Jake speaks with unfailing devotion and love when he clasps the locket in his hand, “she worried when I was gone, she sent me this on my last tour.”

Steve has faltered, he knows he has, and he knows that he’s at a loss for words. This world that’s so much more progressive than he’s used to still manages to surprise him. He had never seen or heard of an omega mating another omega, he had never thought it possible.

“You’re not mated,” Steve observed the unmarked neck next, a kind of bold and striking desire to sink his own teeth into the handsome omegas neck is irrefutable, “you have an omega?”

“My omega and I are looking for the right set of alphas.” Jake had dropped his hand from the locket, returning it to his side, still emblazoned and strikingly bold for an omega.

Steve came here to support veterans, to draw in charitable donations to support them on their journey out of the military and into domestic life again. It was supposed to be an in and out experience with nothing to hold him back and yet…

“The right partner.” Steve whispered under his breath, a level of understanding for the omega before him was never before reached.

Steve had known even from a younger age that he was not as streamlined as others may have wanted. Though he had largely denied himself and his feelings, his attractions to both the female and male sexes, Steve was coming face to face with that part of him.

With Jake Jensen right here and now, and the scent of his omega that lingered. Steve’s senses, his heightened awareness, had given him the ability to know that Jake and his omega could have been exactly what he needed.

“Three,” Jake spoke again, adding another layer to the whole picture he was painting for Steve, “we’re supposed to have three alphas-“

“They’re a handful, Captain Rogers.” The mutual friend and veteran had warned him with adoration for the omegas. “The two of them together are trouble.”

He needs you, Steve’s heart fluttered and his fingers trembled against his sides, they need you.

“Too much for you to handle, Captain Rogers-“

“Steve,” he stuck his hand out toward Jake, a better greeting and more casual introduction to hopefully learn more about this omega, “just Steve.”

Jake’s lips began to lift, a smirk building.

“Jake,” Steve cut him off before he could even speak, “I’m more than capable of handling you and you’re omega.”

[lynswriting77]

Jake Jensen: Meet-Cute

Jake Jensen x gn!reader

Contents/tags: fluff, meet-cute, slight oral fixation, VERY IMPLIED future smut

Word Count: 532 words

The very first thing you noticed about Jensen was that he always had to have something in his mouth. Well, not the first thing, really. You knew he was smart, loving to be involved in class discussions, not afraid to share his opinions with everyone. (And also noticing that no matter how nerdy the shirt, he always looked really good.) You first learned this when you leaned over towards the guy you always sat beside but never got the name of, asking softly, “do you have a pen I could borrow? I slept in and must have forgotten to pack my kit.” You paired it with a sweet smile, hoping whoever this guy was, that he didn’t have some strange protectiveness over his pens. 

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded, barely even looking away from the board as he went digging through his bag. He picked one out, shoving it back in his back before you could even see it. The next one seemed to pass his test, but you couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with the first one. 

You found out once he brought it out to write notes. The end was destroyed, the plastic turned white from being stretched and torn. During each break in between paragraphs of notes, he brought it to his mouth, gnawing at it. 

After about ten minutes of watching him, he took notice of your gaze as quickly dropped it to the desk, face turning a beet red. Feeling a little guilty for making him embarrassed, you decided to try for some sort of conversation, “so uh… what’s your name?”

He turned towards you, faltering for a moment before he replied, “I’m Jake, Jake Jensen.” 

When the question wasn’t returned, you figured you’d already messed up the very slim chance you had to get to know him. So you just turned back to your own notebook and quickly wrote down what you had missed in the five seconds of not paying attention. 

You left the lecture hall not thinking much of the interaction, caught up in responding to one of your friends. 

“Hey! Wait up, hold on!” 

You noticed someone yelling out, not knowing it was directed at you until Jake grabbed onto the strap of your bag, “sorry, I just felt really bad, I didn’t even ask you for your name, and by the time I remembered I’m supposed to try and keep the conversation going, it was too late. Usually I’m pretty good at not shutting up but-“

“It’s alright,” you cut him off, a smile rising to your face, “did you actually want to talk to me or was this just a ploy to get your pen back? Because I don’t want to have to drive all the way back to my place to grab my own pen.” 

“Well, it sort of was.” He started, and you noticed his lip seemed to always be getting bit between his sentences, “but you can keep it. I actually just wanted to know your name. Y’know, since you know mine-“ 

And you knew right then and there that you two would get along nicely. (And there’s no reason to not have fun along the way.) 

#jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen fanfiction #fluff #drabble #the losers (2010) #this came to me at 2am

[intrepidacious]

i know you've never written for him before but jake jensen + getting set up together by mutual friends?

just in time | j.j.

a/n: yeeeess another one totally not inspired by my life (in a way)

This time, you were absolutely, one hundred percent going to kill Aisha; you've never even met this Jensen guy, and you already want to set him on fire, because you were supposed to meet at five and now you've been standing out in the cold for more than twenty minutes. Silently cursing at yourself, you look at your phone yet again: nothing—not a single text, not one flimsy excuse; at least your ire is keeping you somewhat warm, you suppose.

You've never even wanted to go on a blind date, but your friends insisted; you'd make such a cute couple, hon, no really, if anyone could handle the guy, it'd be you, you'd hit it off for sure. The only thing you want to hit right now is—

"Hey," someone gasps, and your eyes widen at the steaming paper cup someone's holding right under your nose, "I'm sorry, I lost track of time at work and then traffic was a nightmare and I understand if you just wanna go home right now but I thought I'd get you a hot drink to, I dunno, redeem myself a little?"

You blink at the guy in front of you, his ears red from the cold or embarrassment or both, at his warm eyes flicking between yours sheepishly; he's out of breath, and he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him up, but there's something about him that makes your anger dissipate, "Jake?"

"That's me," he says helplessly, his eyebrows drawing up with a shy smile, and somehow, you just can't help it: your lips turn upwards, too.

#jake jensen x reader #seven sentence sundays #brandy 🫶🏼

[brandycranby]

one thing about us is we will combine our interests! so i present to you: soft thoughts about you and jake jensen — animal crossing new horizons edition! 🤍

when he completes his museum, jake asks you to go over to his island for a virtual (but in-person) date night. he says you two can walk around and read all the facts on the signs together. you arrive at his island and he’s waiting for you in front of the museum. when jake’s character gives yours a flower in your favorite color, it’s hard to do anything but giggle into his shoulder as his arm around you pulls you even closer.

on the custom design app, you make a few designs for jake that are a copy of the t-shirts he owns in real life and he loves it so so much.

you don’t think there’s anyone else in the world who uses the nookphone camera app as much as jake. when you finally get your favorite villager on your island, he wants a picture of you 3 together. when you gift him clothing that matches the outfit your character has on, jake quickly puts it on his character so he can get a cute photo. when you’re giving him a tour of your remodeled island, he insists on taking a picture of you in front of your pretty garden of cross-pollinated flowers.

jake is a bit of a history nerd and this extends to art history. when redd visits your island, jake is always happy to help you choose the real artwork. he never has to look it up and it impresses you every single time.

with jake’s military background and line of work, he’s used to living and doing tasks by a schedule. he has a sleep schedule and doesn’t oversleep. lounging in bed is different; he has no problem with that, especially if it’s next to you. jake feels comfort from your presence under the warm sheets, even if you’re still asleep. very rarely does he go past a certain number of hours a night. so on sunday mornings when he’s awake and you keep drifting in and out of sleep, he grabs your switch to help you buy turnips from daisy mae while he cuddles you.

aghhhhhh tt!! 🥺🥺 I love and cherish all of these headcanons so much!!! 🫶🏻💕💕

yes yes going through the entire museum, sitting on the benches together while you're cuddling together irl. or would it be cuter if you were in separate rooms? hehe going into the bug section together and spending time in the pretty fountain room (also screaming and running away from the spider tree, it jumpscared me today 🥲)

his sd card will get so full aaaa but i love that. maybe he's like that irl too. at his niece's soccer games? at your first day of work or promotion or whatever? on a roadtrip? photos, photos, photos. ooo secretly artsy jake? mr art history? photography whiz?? im loves him

hehe tomorrow will be my first time meeting daisy mae (i'm excited - she's so cute) and i'm nervous 😖 jakey needs to take over the stalk market for me, im no good at these things. i see ur veteran jakey details, i love u for it!! hehe just bc he wakes up early doesn't mean he needs to leave me all cold in bed 😌

#ty for thisssss #i love and appreciate u so much #brandy answers #ttyls <3 #my asks #jake jensen headcanon #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x reader

[the-iceni-bitch]

Baby, It’s Our Turn

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Jake Jensen (bear and cubby, NLLYL)

Words: ~2.3k

Summary: Jake is having trouble working up the nerve to contact the sex god.

Warnings: explicit language, fluff, nervous cubby, embarrassed Jake, mentions of a sex dungeon and toys, just so much cuteness, no minors due to the AU.

A/N: My boys 😭 Oh my god, I love them. I have so much planned for them, I missed pride month and Father’s Day with our favorite DILFs so prepare for a lot of cute shit with them.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Jake chewed on his lip as he stared at his phone’s screen, the text he’d received from Ari last night still unanswered and the words practically ingrained in his vision at this point.

It was so wonderful meeting you, Jake. I really hope you’ll let me get to know you better. Just reach out and let me know if you want to get together.

Oh man, Jake wanted it. He wanted it more than he’d wanted anything else in a long time. But he didn’t want to seem desperate, or needy, or clingy, or like too big of a dork; even though he was all of those things. Hence the inner battle he was having with himself over when to text back and what he should say. Normally he would have called you in this situation, but you were still on your honeymoon, and it was the middle of the night in Switzerland. And even if it wasn’t, he would feel the world’s biggest asshole bothering you on your trip just because he was nervous about texting a boy back. A massive, gorgeous, intimidating, sex god of a boy, but still.

“What do you think, is ‘Hey, I’m super busy for the next week but I can maybe squeeze something in Friday’ too obvious of a lie?” Jake stared at your dogs who were lounging on the other end of the couch from him, Aoife just yawning while Fionn snorted and rolled over. “You two are no help, where’s the cat?”

All he wanted was to go on a date with that beautiful bear, it was making his chest ache. How the hell was the man even interested in him? It made no goddamn sense. Jake still couldn’t wrap his head around it, he needed to take a break from obsessing and eat something. He didn’t know how he could stop obsessing, though, the man was swoon worthy.

Food, food was good. Cooking something and not looking at his phone would hopefully keep his mind off how thirsty he was. Pasta pasta pasta.

Jake hummed a little song to himself while he looked over the food in your fridge while he thought about what kind of sauce he wanted to make, settling on bolognese because it really was the best. Chopping vegetables and searing the meat definitely helped keep his mind occupied, not thinking about the large man he wanted to climb like a tree only every so often when he lost his focus. It was going to take the sauce a while to simmer though, and as soon as he had nothing left to occupy his hands he wanted to reach for his phone again, scolding himself internally for how desperate he was.

“Oh my god, pull yourself together, Jensen.” He slapped his cheeks to try to get himself under control, sighing deeply as he looked at the dogs still laying on the couch like a couple of… well, dogs. “Seriously, where is the fucking cat?”

Your house wasn’t so big that the cat should be impossible to find, and that was something else to do to keep himself from thinking about Ari. There was no way she was upstairs, he kept that door shut. He couldn’t think of where she had gotten to, normally she would just hang out on the giant cat tree or lay on top of one of the dogs. Weird.

He breathed a small sigh of relief when he heard a tiny mew from down the hall, following after the sound with a frown on his face. It didn’t seem to be getting any closer even while he checked the guest room and office, or the bathroom. The only other room was the one that was shut and…

Oh shit, that door was not supposed to be open. Hadn’t you locked it before you left on your trip? Of course the cat went into the one room that Jake had not even thought about going into, if you wanted to have a little secret room it was none of his business. But he had to get the cat out of there, it’s not like it could be anything too bad.

“Oh my god… oh… oh my god!” Jake didn’t think he’d ever seen so many sex toys in his entire life, some of them he didn’t even know what they were for. Was that a cage? “Niamh!!! Cat!”

Jake was doing his best to not look at the vibrators and handcuffs and lingerie that were covering the wall, trying to just look for the cat and ignore the fact that apparently you and your husband were unbelievable freaks. He was desperate for a meow or any sign of where the cat was hiding, breathing out a sigh of relief when he heard her scream at him and found her perched in the middle of… of the fucking St. Andrew’s Cross. He was going to empty your bar after this.

“Ok, good kitty, just stay right there.” He could not afford for the cat to play keep away right now, he didn’t want to stay in this room any longer than necessary, he felt like he’d never stop blushing. “That’s it, such a pretty kitty… wait, shit!”

She just meowed once before jumping away from him and onto the fucking cage he didn’t want to think about too much. He desperately looked around for some piece of furniture that definitely wasn’t sex related to climb on so he could coax the cat down when the door to the room was pushed open and the rest of the furry idiots came running in with tails wagging.

“Oh, now you get up?!” Jake really did have the worst luck, this was ridiculous. “Aoife, no!”

Your little tripod apparently thought the toy wall was her own personal gift basket, because she waltzed right up to the dildos and grabbed the biggest looking one with a huge grin on her dopey face while Jake just cursed under his breath and ran to get it away from her. Of course, she thought it was the best game of keep away ever, running away while Jake pleaded with her as Fionn just sat there watching and the cat screamed from on top of the sex cage. Jake could swear he heard yakkity sax playing in the background through the whole thing.

“Alright, gimme that.” Jake finally managed to wrestle the dildo away from Aoife while she just yipped and wagged her tail happily at him, and there were only a few noticeable teeth marks, so, good? “C’mon dogs, I can’t… I can’t wrangle you two and get the cat out of here.”

Jake managed to herd the dogs out of the room, closing the door behind him and rushing to find his phone. Couldn’t bring himself to care that it was the middle of the night in Switzerland anymore, he was having trouble keeping himself from overheating with how utterly embarrassed he was.

“J… Jake?” You sounded like he’d woken you up from a deep sleep, a soft murmur of your name traveling over the line like Ransom was right on top of you, which, admittedly, he probably was. “Honey, is something wrong?”

“The… the cat.” Jake’s whole face was so hot, he couldn’t stand it. “She got into… I thought you locked the door?!”

“Jake, what are you talking about? Ran, lemme up.” Jake heard your husband let out an offended huff over the line. “Babe, what’s going on?”

“The room… the- the one that you joked about.” Oh god, it hadn’t been a joke, it really was a sex dungeon. “It wasn’t locked, the cat got in there and I can’t get her out. And then the dogs got in and apparently Aoife thinks dildos are chew toys and I can’t wrangle the dogs and get the cat and…”

“Ran, you dumbass!” You cut Jake off to curse at your husband, the sound of someone getting beaten with a pillow while your husband gave you a series of confused grunts coming over the line. “You were supposed to lock the white room! Jake, I am so sorry, I promise it’s clean. She’s really not moving?”

“I mean, she’s moving away from me.” He couldn’t believe he active thought you were joking about having a sex dungeon, you were the biggest freak he knew, he couldn’t be more embarrassed.

“Okay, well, call Ari, blondie, the cat loves him and he’s good at wrangling all the idiots.”

“Oh no!! That’s okay!” Scratch that, he could definitely be more embarrassed.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll text him now, I’m sure he’ll love to see you.”

Jake couldn’t even manage to stammer out another excuse before you announced you had texted Ari and he was going to be right over. So now he had to sit there for thirty minutes as he obsessed about how he was going to not make an idiot out of himself in front of his dream man. Oh god, the dreamiest of all men, Jake couldn’t handle it.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock on the door, straightening himself out as much as he could even when the dogs almost bowled him over when they rushed to go see who the visitor was.

“Hi kiddos!” The dogs jumped all over Ari exuberantly as soon as he walked through the door, and Jake could definitely understand their excitement. The man looked incredible in those sculpted by some kind of god pants and a crisp button up with the sleeves rolled up around his elbows. “And hello to you, handsome.”

Jake let out an embarrassingly high pitched giggle at that, slapping his hand over his mouth and turning bright red while Ari just kept grinning at him. The blonde did his best to calm down, just gazing up at the god of a man until he finally came back to himself and stepped out of the doorway so Ari could come inside.

“Thank you for coming, you really didn’t have to.” Jake started leading Ari back to the room of terror and tried not to turn even more red. “I’m sure she would’ve come out eventually.”

“Probably, but she is awfully stubborn.” Fuck him for that wink, Jake couldn’t handle the flirting, he wasn’t used to it. “I don’t mind helping out, honey, was honestly excited to have an excuse to see you again. You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” Jake had frozen in the doorway to the white room and couldn’t make himself go any further. “I’ll just wait out here. Make sure the dogs don’t run in again.”

“Alright darling. Hey kitten!” Oh god, he was cute, the cat meowed as soon as she saw him and jumped onto his shoulder and Jake was going to die from how goddamn sexy this man was and the embarrassment of being forced to interact with him in his best friends’ sex dungeon. “Were you giving Jake here a hard time, troublemaker? You shouldn’t stress out someone so pretty. See honey? Easy as pie. You sure you’re alright?”

“I’m… yeah… it’s just…” Oh shit, he could tell his mouth was about to run away from him but he couldn’t stop it. “I’m not a prude!”

“Um, alright.” Ari was still giving him that damn indulgent grin and it wasn’t helping. “Any particular reason you felt the need to announce that?”

“It’s… I thought they were kidding! Who has a fucking sex dungeon?! It’s perfectly normal to be embarrassed about finding your friends’ kink room when you weren’t expecting it!” He really couldn’t stop, and Ari just kept nodding his head and smiling at him while he scratched under the cat’s chin. “But I’m not a prude, and I definitely don’t want you to think I’m a prude, I love sex, I’m even kind of good at it…”

“Jake?” Ari’s grin just grew wider when Jake snapped his mouth shut and swallowed thickly, a tiny squeak escaping from his lips while he stared at Ari with giant eyes. The man was adorable, Ari had never found anyone so charming. “Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Oh, yes.” Jake felt like a giant weight had been lifted from his chest, blowing out a deep breath and finally letting himself smile at the man. “I’d like that very much.”

“Me too, honey. Let’s just lock this.” Ari flipped the lock on the door after gently moving Jake out of the way with a light touch to his shoulder. “And you behave yourself, little lady. I’m so sorry, I hate to just run out but I was on my way to a meeting when gorgeous texted me.” And he still drove forty minutes out of his way, he really was already lost for this man.

“Oh, that’s fine.” Jake couldn’t stop grinning now, he could not believe he was going on a date with the sex god, he wanted to pinch himself while he followed Ari to the front door and took the cat out of his arms. “Um, what time should I be ready?”

“7:00, Italian okay?” Ari beamed at Jake when he nodded enthusiastically, fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss him right on his adorable little nose. “Perfect, I can’t wait, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mmhm.” Jake kept grinning at the door for a few seconds after Ari closed it behind him, letting out a whoop once he came back to himself and kissing the cat right on top of her head when she let out an annoyed yowl. “You perfect little wingwoman, holy shit! Oh my god, I have to call your mother. What the fuck am I gonna wear?”

#natalie writes #bear and cubby #no love like your love au #ari levinson #jake jensen #ari levinson x jake jensen #jake jensen x ari levinson #ari x jake #m/m fanfic #ari levinson fluff #jake jensen fluff #m/m fluff #chris evans #chris evans characters

[littlelioncub43]

Today is a wholesome day, so I bring you this thought:

It's an evening after a day of work. You put on a movie to take your mind off of the multitude of tasks and anxieties of the day, but there's also another distraction - your cute techie laying his head in your lap. His eyes closed, relaxed smile on his face, which only grows wider when you start mindlessly brushing his soft hair with your fingers. Then you gently put your other hand on his chest, and with a small sigh he interlocks your fingers with his.

It's nice, it's peaceful, it's relaxing

It's what we deserve at the end of the day

- P!R

Aaaah yes. Ze wholesome feelings.

This is giving me Jake Jensen vibes.

The week you had could be described as "busy," and that was putting it lightly. Work and school piled up and before you knew it, you were nearly drowning in deadlines and commitments. All you wanted to do was put on a movie and forget everything for a while.

You settle into the couch in your pajamas with your favorite movie queued up on the screen, a cozy blanket wrapped around your legs. The sun had long since set, leaving the room dark and quiet, it was perfect.

The movie begins and you allow yourself to be carried off into it's fictional land with ease. The sound of the shower cutting off doesn't phase you in the slightest, but the sound of Jake moseying down the hall in his own pajamas catches your attention. Without a word, he crawls on to the couch and under the blanket, his head in your lap. You could tell he was just as mentally exhausted as you were.

"Hi," he smiles as he settles in.

"Hi," you smile back, your hand naturally going to play with the lightly damp hair. The action soothing you both. Soon, his eyes fall shut, letting your fingers massage his scalp in idle movements. The feeling of your free hand coming to rest on his chest makes Jake smile a little wider, his large hand coming to meet yours. Your fingers interlock just like they were meant to, and you smile.

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THE WIPS ASK GAME!

thank you for tagging me @comfortcap I am a bit confused on how to do this or if I’m doing this right— please send in an ask with the title that most intrigues you.

bimbo and the bull

disney inspired masterlist and fics

horror/monster/slasher masterlist and fics

best friends older brother sebastian stan

best friend/roommate jake jensen

the easter bunny fic & elves meet bunny

the jealousy game

cute sebastian stan fic

angsty chris evans character fic

dads best friend sebastian stan

evil - lee bodecker

brothers best friend/dads best friend jake jensen/ari levinson

best friends brother ari levinson

zombie au

alien au - idea by @royalsweetteaa

pity party inspired fic

angsty christmas fic

also a shit load of requests

tagging - @cockslutpadalecki @cruelfvkingsummer @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @dreamlessinparis @disturbedbydesign @georgiapeach30513 @holylulusworld @hansensgirl @foreverindreamlandd @jessybarnes @krissy25 @kinanabinks @littlefreya @bellasburdens @mackenzielovee @navybrat817 @ozarkthedog @oh-my-damn @ownedbysteverogers @rodrikstark @ramp-it-up @valleyfae @vannybarber @worksby-d @wndalovebot @catt-leya

#imyourbratzdollasks #anons welcome #imyourbratzdollwork #wip stuff #wip ask game #wip game #my wips

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also i remembered blair having a flip phone. it clashed with her having a messy apartment, being into antiques etc and made me think "what about jake jensen?" her not having an online presence would intrigue him, he could be connected to sy, fits into the delulu soldier category.

sy called him to make some adjustments to the house so that his girlfriend wouldn't try something when he's outside. they meet when he visits sy. she's going out/coming from somewhere, he sees her while waiting at the door, his first question to sy is "who's the cutie?" gumdrop tries not to give any information, not that she has much, sy gives all he has, then when he's back to his own place he does some research, can't find enough, and takes that as a challenge. i mean, cute, smart, and off the grid? perfect. 🍀

Yes. @thezombieprostitute also suggested Jake! He is interesting as well. The flip is outdated like everything else in Blair's life. Her not even understanding social media would be hilarious and she has no idea Jake's taking creep shots whenever she ventures out.

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Vera I'm so sorry you are still shadowbanned! I wish tumblr would get their stuff together.

For the fanfic writer's asks: 1,5,12,25,55,69,71

Hope you have fun answering them <3

Hi, yeah the shadowban is….ugh, annoying. Definitely annoying.

Thank you for the questions!

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Oh wow…I think I daydream more than I write. I daydream all the time and I’m pretty sure half the stuff that’s in my head I’ve never even started writing. But if I finally start writing then I’m not stopping till it’s done lol

I’ll sit the next few days on a one shot or chapter or whatever and I need to finish it. 😂😂

5. How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Fuck I- I don’t know

Let’s see

The au’s with @jamneuromain “broken bones and broken hearts” ( Steve Rogers x reader) & “together or not at all” (Steve Rogers x reader, Nick Gant x reader, Johnny storm x reader, Jake Jensen x reader) in the second one is a lot ready and there’s also a loooot of smut lol just so y’all know

Then there’s “drownin siren” Steve Rogers x mermaid reader

I’ve planned a sub!mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader one shot

A meet-cute for Stucky!! Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

I have a Lloyd Hansen x reader smut Drabble ( ready to post actually)

Oh Noise pt 3, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader smut, which is nearly finished [ pt 1 is here pt 2 here ]

I’m planning a grumpy!roommate!Curtis x reader au :) but haven’t started one this one yet

Oh god there’s also pretty boy pt 2, sub!Steve Rogers x reader smut [ pt 1 is here ]

Omg i still have more; mean!dom!steve Rogers x villain!(sub)reader

Is it weird that I’m already planning my kinktober list? But yeah I’m doing that too

I have also a pt two to the Lance tucker shot “stretch you (out)” that I think I haven’t posted yet?

I’m working on so many things rn fuck I hadn’t noticed until now

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

Sometimes yes, I definitely some background stories and I like planning how every character met or if they had any relationships before with them etc

Definitely also about their family history or school

But I don’t think more than that

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

I love making moodboards hahhahaha

I like writing because of all the possibilities i have!

And also interacting with people. I know many people don’t leave feedback and that’s okay BUT when i finally see Someone comment or reblog something even with just a emoji or gif I’m in heaven. It makes me so so happy to talk about my work or answer questions. Idk, I just love interacting with others. I’d say im really shy in rl and it’s just so much better on tumblr. Here I feel like I found my people and I can be myself:)

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

“He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush”

I use this often or always the -ing verb form

I feel like there’s also always some kind of misunderstanding? There are definitely a few oneshots and fics with this trope

There was something else I wanted to addd but I forgot what

69. What are your favorite fic at the moment?

Ohhhh I love “in the snow” By @postmodernmulticoloredcloak

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Id say it depends on the day. Sometimes I’m writing all day long and the next day I’m reading all the time:)

Thank you for all these questions!!!!! Love you!!!!!!

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