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peyton-warren · 9 months

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Blinded by the Fog Chapter 9

Characters: Reader, Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader x Syverson, Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 3686 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. You will need tissues according to my beta. Guilt, self-depreciation, self-doubt, loss of spouse and found family, swearing, adorably adorablness and sickeningly sweet Sy. Summary: Reader and Sy have their first official date.

Author's Note: So many people to thank for this one. Thank you to @ellethespaceunicorn for the beta and for helping me through some rough spots in this. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support and betaing. Thank you to @sarahdonald87 and @geralts-yenn for listening to me whine about this chapter their support.

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Chapter 8 The following night you put your car into park next to Sy’s truck in his driveway a few minutes before you were scheduled to arrive for your first official date. You nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, looking for imperfections for the thousandth time even though Aaran Syverson had already seen you at one of the lowest moments in your entire life just a few short weeks ago and still wanted to see you tonight.

Flipping your visor back in place, you reached for the handle of the door, reminding yourself and the nervous butterflies that this was your idea. Last night after you had assured Madre that you had made it home safe and sound, Sy and you talked more about apprehensions you both had and what you both wanted moving forward. And it was quickly but delicately decided you would try actually dating. That alone made you feel like a teen again, filled with excitement about seeing Sy in a more intimate way and also supplied you with dread at attempting to date in a town that seemed to be overstocked with people who knew about your recent loss. You knew it was absurd to assume everyone who might see the two of you out together would think you were the world’s worst widow, but your brain would not let that possibility go. Sy’s compromise was to have your first official date at his house the following night, he would cook for you. This plan seemed simple enough. The perfect combination of everyone’s wishes. But you couldn’t help the nerves now that it was here as you approached his front door, fidgeting with the skirt of your new dress for the millionth time.

The new dress..... The one you had run off over an hour away to purchase this morning, deeming everything in your closet to be too tied to your husband, unable to shake the feeling you were cheating on Jake by agreeing to see Sy. If you had new clothes, clothes your husband had never seen, never touched, it would make this semi-okay in your brain. And speaking of never touched, you also took it upon yourself to buy yourself new lingerie. You blushed hotly at the thought of the pastel purple set you were currently wearing under your dress. You weren’t entirely sure you were ready to sleep with Aaran yet, but if it came up - excuse the pun- you were certain new undergarments should eliminate a portion of your hesitation.

As you reached the door, you raised your hand to knock, only to have it opened before your knuckles could touch the painted surface. You jumped, squeaked, and nearly dropped one of your gifts in your hands as you hid the second one behind your back with a rustle. “Oh hi!” you tried to sound casual and normal as you looked up at your host leaned against his door. And as your eyes flowed over him from toe to head, all rational thought disappeared from your brain, and you are fairly certain you need a bib.

Dressed in jeans and dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and barefoot, Aaran exuded comfort and confidence all in one, something you wished you could say you felt at the same time. Your eyes landed on his sparkling blue ones as he finished his own perusal of you, making you flush as his eyes crinkle in the corner as his smile widened.

“You look lovely,” he assured you, gesturing for you to step over the threshold by opening the door wider and stepping back with a nod.

Flustered, your eyes flitted around to find a safe place to land that was not on Sy as you entered his home. “Oh, I brought you these,” you stuttered, holding the hand not behind your back to offer him the six-pack of his favorite beer. As his fingers brushed yours in the handle, you gasped, and looked up at him, his eyes trained on your face, the look both adoring and curious.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice comforting and alluring, and seeming to flow over you in a way that it had not just a few days ago, seeming to almost coat your soul.

Self-consciously, your hand dropped from the handle, choosing to grip the side of your skirt. “You’re welcome. Oh and you look nice too,” you admitted, your voice just this side of stuttering. You suddenly felt very silly about your second gift for Sy, realizing what you thought might be a fun and playful gesture might not come across that way. You felt self conscious and awkward as he waited expectantly for your final reveal.

On your way to his house when you stopped to grab the beer, you stood by the display filled with bouquets of flowers, partly thinking it would be a cute idea, that he would likely do the same if he showed up at your house to pick you up for a real first date instead of this hiding away game you were forcing the two of you to play because of your own insecurities about being recently widowed. You had stood before the display trying to pick out the perfect bunch. You wondered if Sy even had a favorite flower. And if he did what would it be. Are there any flowers Texas was known for? And you realized quickly you didn’t know much about Texas or the man you were joining for dinner.

“I have to get back to cooking,” Sy said softly, breaking you from your thoughts. “Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. “A beer?” He raised the bottles in his hand with a soft smile, before wandering toward the kitchen at a slow pace, half watching you.

“Water is great and I know where it is,” you insisted.

“Nonsense,” he insisted, popping the beers in the fridge and pausing at the stove to stir something. “Let me get it for you, grab a seat.”

You entered his kitchen to be greeted by familiar lovely smells. “Oh my god, is that-“ you paused, smelling again, craning your neck to look at the stove from the doorway.

Sy’s face broke into a broader smile from the sink “It is. I remembered how much you liked it when I made it for you a few weeks ago,” he stated, settling a glass of water near the stools at the breakfast bar.

Your smile matched his as you watched him turn back to the stove. “It smells as amazing as I remember. Can I do anything to help?”

Sy glanced over his shoulder at you, a calming looking on his face. “You can sit there and tell me about your day,” he insisted.

You glanced at the stools and then recognized you still held your other hand behind your back. “Hey before I do that, do you have a vase?” The eyebrow of meow appeared again and coasted high on his forehead. “A vase?” he asked questionably, still looking at you from over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you responded, blushing.

He dropped the spoon to the stove top and nodded, licking his thumb and forefinger. You couldn’t stop yourself from focusing on his tongue and lips as he made a soft, subtle smacking noise. “I do,” he admitted, heading towards you, noting the look on your face with a small smirk. You stood frozen in place as he got within an arm's reach, all the while his eyes were trained on yours. At the last moment before he would have bumped into you, he sidestepped, brushing his arm against the one you had tucked behind your back, a half-attempt to look at what you had hidden, as if he didn’t have a clue after your one question. “But there’s a problem,” he softly admitted, as you turned, keeping your front facing him while bending your body back to keep his last gift out of his view. He walked into a small room off of the kitchen that you had not ventured into during your last visit, and you followed through the open folded french doors. On the other side was a small but well appointed dining room, and in the middle of it sat a beautifully set table, including a vase in the center filled with simple daisies with a few peace roses speckled throughout them, complementary greens in between and flowing from a glass vase.

You let out a small gasp, with a soft smile. “Those are lovely,” you admitted, mentally comparing them to the grocery store tulips behind your back.

“We can find a glass for the ones you are hiding.” Sy teased, making you awkwardly offer them to him. “They are lovely too,” he told you, taking them from you, before kissing your cheek. “You are so sweet to bring them.”

With your skin tingling from his affections, you shrugged. “They are just-”

With a gentle look over his shoulder, Sy cut you off. “The first flowers anyone ever gave me,” he amended. “And I love them, thank you.”

Following him back into the kitchen, you watched as he grabbed a tall pint glass from the cupboard before glancing at the stove. “Could you do the honors?” he asked, gesturing to the flowers he had laid on the counter by the sink. “I need to finish dinner.”

“Oh of course of course!” You slipped your shrug off, draping it over a chair as you moved quickly to the sink as he headed to the stove. “I need a sharp knife,” you stated after looking at the bottom of the stems realizing they were dry and likely not getting any water.

Sy didn’t move from his spot but gave you directions to find a knife to your liking. The kitchen filled with comfortable silence along with the soft music coming from somewhere, you finally realized Sy had music playing throughout the house since you stepped foot into the house. You usually were the same though lately you had forgone music in your everyday life because every song seemed to remind you of Jake or another Loser. Soon you found yourself moving to Stone Free, humming along with the Hendrix song as you trimmed the ends of the flowers, placing them in the glass filled with water one by one. If you weren’t mistaken, you might have caught Sy watching you from the stove as he filled bowls and plates with your meal.

As you put the last bloom into the glass, the song changed and your face lit up. “I haven’t heard this song in ages,” you lamented as Mick Jagger began singing about being free to do what he wants, any old time. Setting the makeshift vase and its contents on the counter closer to the stove, you sang softly with Jagger as you turned to look at Sy only to find him right next to you. With a growing grin on his face, he reached for you, and pulled you into his arms, one winding around your back. Biting your lip you looked up at him while you slid your hand into his. With very little effort, Sy carefully danced you between the counter and the center island of his kitchen. Eyes always on yours, he led you into the open space of the foyer, making your smile widen as you followed his lead through the house.

'Cause I'm free

To do what I want

Any old time

Sy spun you, extending his arm for you to step out away from him before drawing you back in, pulling your body flush to his. With a smirk, he leaned you over, dipping you as the song ended, making your face burst with a smile and a blush. He held you there for a second, your chests slightly pressed together, your breathing heavier than normal, staring in each other's eyes. After a moment’s pause, Sy opened his mouth. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he admitted softly.

Without a second thought, you simply nodded. “Then I think you should,” you barely whispered, your heart all but bursting from your chest as Sy leaned in to kiss you. You eagerly met his lips as he pulled you into a standing positions, his hands now sitting on your spine, holding you close to him as one of your hands threaded itself through the hairs on the back of his neck, a couple of the fingers on the other hand gently gripping at the front of his shirt, sliding around one of the buttons. Standing on your tiptoes, your lips melded with his. At first the kiss was gentle and sweet but as Sy’s lips parted, and his tongue stroked across your lower lip, the temperature shifted. All thought disappeared from your brain, the world disappeared, all concerns about the impropriety of this flew out the window as your tongues stroked over each other and your breathing increased. Sy’s hand slid up your back to tangle in the hair at the base of your neck, your fingers almost matching in pressure as your kiss continued to escalate, getting lost in each other until you heard an annoying buzzer sound from the kitchen.

Sy pressed his forehead to yours after pulling his mouth away, but made no move to detangle himself from you. “Dinner’s gonna get cold,” he admitted.

Your eyes stayed closed as you shrugged, not wanting to move. “What’s ‘dinner’?”

He guffawed before kissing your nose. “God you are adorable.” Your grin widened as you blinked your eyes open, looking at him as he slowly released you. Not letting go of your hand, he led you back into the kitchen. “Can I help get this to the table?” you asked.

Within a few minutes, the two of you were seated at the table. This was far from the first meal you had shared, but looking around the table you couldn't help but feel a bit flushed and giddy at the measures Sy had taken for this first date. The butterflies were still fluttering in your stomach but they had settled some as you began to eat, chatting about your day, about work, about your lives. All these things were not new topics for the two of you to share, but it felt different, more open, more sincere.

After dinner, Sy filled your wine glass with water and a pretty slice of lemon before leading you out into his backyard. There was a cute little setting around a fire pit, a smattering of chairs, and benches, and the pit looked like it was ready to be sparked to life with just a single match. Overhead were Edison bulbs strung through the trees, giving the faintest of lights.

You followed him down the slate path, bare feet feeling the residual warmth the stones still held from the disappeared sun. As you settled into the settee, Sy made quick work with the fire, as you had predicted and joined you. Without a second thought you curled into him, pressing yourself to his side, your head landing on his chest, your hand on his ribs. At first he extended his arms outward, almost surprised by your actions, but he quickly recovered, draping one arm over your back and shoulder, curling his hand over your upper arm. His other arm came to rest on his thigh, while he pressed his cheek to the top of your head. “This ok?” You asked after a moment.

Sy chuckled. “More than ok, hun. More than.” He squeezed you tighter against him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

You gently shrugged, eyes focused on the dancing flames in front of you. “I don’t know. Because you’ve been sending me different messages.” You felt your cheeks heat up. “One second you are looking at me like I’m the only woman on the planet, and the next you are pouring me a glass of water so I’m sober enough to go home.”

“First of all, tonight you are the only woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned,” he admitted into your hair. “Secondly,” he paused as he wrapped his other arm around you, holding you firmer to him. “You are going home tonight.” His arms tightened as you stiffened against him, your hand landing on his chest to push away from him, as if he just insulted you by making decisions for you. “This is our first date,” he reminded you. “It wouldn’t be proper or right for anything else to happen except a lovely kiss goodnight at my door.”

Your brain warred for a few moments. Both touched and annoyed at his thoughts. “But what if I wanted more?” you ask even though you honestly didn’t know if you wanted more than what he was extending to you tonight. You’d be a liar if you hadn’t thought about what sex with Sy would be like. But you also knew you were terrified at taking that next step with him. In your mind, that direction was a huge step towards getting over Jake. And you weren’t sure you wanted to get over him yet. You weren’t ready to assign him to your past, put him on a shelf. He was, is, forever will be part of you.

You felt Sy kiss the top of your head, followed by a scruffy peck on your forehead. His hand cupped you under the chin, turning you to look up at him. He skimmed his hand over your cheek, catching tears on his thumb, tears you didn’t even know you had cried. “Because this,” he held up his damp digit. “Tells me you are just as scared as I am by the next step.”

Your eyes fly from his hand to meet his blue eyes in the shadows cast by the fire light, confused and a little stung by his words. “You are scared of sleeping with me?”

Sy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. He tightened his hold on you, his hand landing on your cheek again. “Yes and no,” he admitted, his eyes slowly opening. You could see so much swirling in there, wishing you could read them. “I am partly scared I will wind up just being the man who helps you get over the heartbreak of losing Jake. That I’m the one who’s gonna put you back together only for you to find someone else when you are whole again.” His words stung hard, piercing through your heart.

“I am not asking you to put me back together,” you assert, pulling back from him. You fully extract yourself from him. “I can do that on my own. I thought this was something more than just that.” Abruptly you stood, making to move around him, intent on grabbing your things and going. You didn’t need his pity date.

“Sugar no,” he expressed, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back. He turned on the seat to face you, his legs on either side of you as you stood, arms crossed, staring at the house, not at him. “This is more than that. So much more than that,” he assured you, dropping his arm from your waist. His hand reaches for your arm, gently tugging it from your chest, sliding his hand up your forearm to twine your fingers with his. After a few silent moments, he sighed. “I’m just scared,” he admitted. “Very scared. Of losing you mostly. You are the best thing to happen to me. Your pain and your struggles only highlight how incredible you are. I’m scared you are going to get through the pain of losing Jake, and realize I was just something to hold onto so you didn’t lose yourself while you were healing.” You turned to look at him as his voice cracked. “That I was a mistake.”

Tears in his eyes were your undoing, the hurt you felt disappeared. Cupping his cheek, you stepped forward. “Never a mistake, Sy,” you assured him. “Never.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and hips and drew you close to him. He pressed his face to your belly as your hand landed on his head. “You have been my light, my guiding light as I work through all this. No matter how this works out between us, I will never think of you as a mistake.”

The two of you stayed like that for an untold amount of time, your hand flowing over his shaved head. His face stuffed into your belly, your thighs pressed to his chest as you stared into the stars beyond the tree limbs surrounding you. Sy felt right in a way that even Jake never did.

With guilt you looked up into the sky, hoping Jake could forgive you for that. You loved him, still loved him so so much. But what you had found with Sy was different, more supportive, more mature, more fulfilling. You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you stared at the stars, remembering the first time you saw the milky way was with Jake, remembering that your first time for a lot of things was with Jake, remembering there was going to be no more first times with Jake.

Unexpectedly and surprisingly, Sy drew you into his lap, settling back on the sofa. Your knees landed on the cushion on either side of his hips as you allowed yourself to be manhandled into his embrace. You both buried your faces into each other's neck. It was only then that you realized you were crying, nay sobbing. You clung to Sy as rough as he clung to you, the two of you riding this emotional roller coaster together but separate. But most importantly together. Together you could weather whatever was thrown at you. With him at your side, you could face your fears of the unknown, of the changes that you were going to meet. You knew you could do it alone but you also knew you didn’t have to as long as he was around.

Authors Note 2: The first time reader saw the milky way with Jake can be seen here.

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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.

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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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niffala · 1 year

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Love Me Again

Pairing: Jake Jensen & Plus-size OFC (Maisie)

Summary: Jake’s 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 sequel to You Loved Me Once. Reader insert version found here. 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

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

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“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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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 Maisie’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.

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

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.

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.”

“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.”

“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 Maisie's drones were on the property or who he had called, but it was pretty easy to connect the dots.

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“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?”

Maisie 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, Maise.”

However, he noticed Maisie’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?”

Maisie 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 Maisie 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.” Maisie shoved Clay’s shoulder.

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

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,” Maisie laughed.

Jake wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Putting on his most charming smile, he slid over next to Maisie. “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.

Maisie 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?”

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

“Tomato-tomahto.”

Cougar gestured with his eyes over to Jensen and Maisie, 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 Maisie 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. Maisie 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. Maisie 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.’

“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 Maisie. “Sooo, how’ve ya been?”

“Good, until earlier today when I lost my job and residence cause some assholes charged in guns blazing.” Maisie 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.”

Maisie 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.”

Maisie’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.”

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

“No, Angel no.” he wiped Maisie’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.”

Maisie 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.

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.” Maisie 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.”

“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.

Maisie 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. Maisie 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.”

Maisie 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.”

“So am I,” Maisie admitted, lacing her fingers with his.

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

“Hmm?”

Maisie’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. Maisie 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.”

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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 Maisie 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.”

The End

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

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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If Only

Summary: You overhear something you wish you hadn’t. What’s an ideal type, anyway?

Pairing: Best friend!Jake Jensen x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mean things being said, insecure reader, perceived unrequited love, Steve being an angel, discussions of an “ideal type,” fluff, happy ending for some characters.

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A/N: As many of my friends can attest to, I have been in a sad mood and have been having many many many many sad thots. This is a product of one of my many heartbreaking scenarios. I have more coming! So buckle up, grab your favorite emotional support blanket/plushie/pillow, and let’s get into it. I love you guys and think you’re amazing. (Also, is it just me, or does this feel rushed? Like.... right?)

Kisses 💋

—K

Being friends with Jake had a lot of positives. Like he always knew how to fix your router when it decided to stop working, how to get all the game cheat codes to make Animal Crossing or Mario Kart a little more exciting, and just being around him was like being close to an angel. He made you laugh harder than anyone you knew, he made you feel special, and safe, and comfortable.

But being around Jake had it’s downsides too. You weren’t planning on falling in love with him. It was cliche and stupid, but it happened. You fell in love with one of your best friends. That by itself wasn’t the downside. The fact that he was oblivious to it was the painful part. But after a few months, you learned how to swallow it down and keep it to yourself.

Tonight was just another game night. Clay and Aisha were arguing about whether or not she was hiding cards underneath her couch cushion. You really have no idea how the topic of ideal partners came up.

“If you could have the perfect partner, what would they be like?” Aisha asked you. You chuckled and fought the urge to look over at Jake who sat next to you. “Come on, let’s have it!”

“This is such a dumb question,” you laugh and hum as you think, “hmmmmmmmmmmm... they’d be funny and really kind, someone I could be myself with—you know, all that classic stuff,” you shrug and quickly try to change the focus from you to someone, anyone else. Thankfully, you needed another drink, so you made your escape to the kitchen.

“What about you, Jensen?” You hear Clay ask. You pour yourself another drink, listening carefully for Jake’s answer.

“O-Oh, you know,” he clears his throat, clearly nervous, “someone funny and really kind, a-and, um, someone I could be myself with...”

“Someone like Y/N?”

“Well, y-yeah," your heart flutters at his answer, but the joy is short-lived, he quickly adds, "but if she were prettier," Jake says nervously, hoping that his answer would throw everyone off his scent. He didn’t need them to tease him about this too. Truth be told, he thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You were also his best friend, and he couldn’t risk you not liking him back. So he’d settle for longing looks and lingering touches.

The sound of you quickly rushing by to grab your things and the door slamming shut were the obvious indicators that you left. Jake sat in his spot, wondering what could have happened to make you leave. He hoped to God that you didn’t hear what he just said. The angry looks from the rest of the group tell him that it is a very real possibility.

You held back the tears until you got to your car. In the back of your mind, you always knew that Jake didn’t like you like that, but hearing it was a new type of hurt. As you drove home, you couldn’t help but think: at least I have an answer.

Yeah. At least you have an answer.

The weeks you took away from everyone were some of the worst of your life. You got a therapist after deciding that you were going to deal with this as healthily as you could. You deserved that much. You also decided that you deserved a loving relationship. You have a lot of love to give, and some one out there deserves to receive it.

There was someone out there who was worthy of your time, and you were going to find them.

And who do you find? A sweetheart named Steve Rogers.

You had ran into him at a bookstore, he was looking for the fiction/fantasy section and couldn’t find it for the life of him. He was looking for a copy of The Hobbit, ‘it’s an inside joke with me and a friend.’ You were hooked ever since.

You don’t have as much time to hang out with the group anymore, not that Jake notices. It's not like he was looking forward to seeing you at one of Aisha's game nights. He wasn't looking forward to meeting Steve. It was all he fucking heard about; ‘oh, her new boyfriend Steve does this,’ ‘oh, her new boyfriend Steve does that,’ ‘oh Steve is just so charming and handsome and blah blah blah.’

He was the last to arrive at Aisha’s house, sliding in through the door relatively unnoticed. The nerves in his gut mounted as he heard your melodious laugh. God, it’s been forever since he saw you. He found you standing in the living room. You were still you, absolutely beautiful. Jake’s palms are suddenly sweaty.

Then he saw who could only be Steve. He was tall, blonde and had a smile that looked too perfect. Jake wants to hate him, but the way you looked at him made it nearly impossible. You couldn't stop looking at Steve like he hung the fucking moon, and Steve? Steve couldn't stop looking at you like you were the stars.

Jake watched from his spot on the couch how you snuck your hand into Steve’s, how Steve immediately linked his fingers with yours, and the shy smiles you both exchanged. Jake sipped his beer to drown the ache in his chest. But when you guys stole a kiss when you thought no one was looking? That broke Jake's heart.

Jake watches as Pooch ropes Steve into a game of Uno. You break off from the group to get your own drink. The next thing Jake knows, he’s following close behind you. You jump when Jake calls your name.

“Hi, Jake,” you smile politely. You didn’t have it in you to be mad, at least right now.

“Hi,” he sighed, “h-how are you? I haven’t seen you in a while, missed seeing you.”

“Oh, yeah, I had some stuff to take care of,” you say a little awkwardly, “I’m still taking care of it, but, you know, it’s better these days.”

“That’s good to hear,” he says quickly. The conversation begins to die, and before Jake could think of something else to talk about he’s opening his big mouth. “So, Steve, huh? H-He’s seems nice.”

"He's absolutely wonderful," you beam at the mention of Steve. You chew your lip a little before continuing, "he reminds me a little of you, actually."

"He does?" Jake’s eyes widen at that. To think that he resembled any part of the nearly perfect man in the living room, boggles his mind. You nod softly, and Jake decides he's feeling bold. He licks his lips and looks down at his feet. "Well... why wasn't it me?"

You're surprised by his question. A bubble of anger rises in your throat but you swallow it down. Clenching your jaw, you straighten your back a little and take a deep breath. You spoke slowly and carefully.

"I like you, Jake, but..." yeah, there's always a 'but,' he thinks. "But, I heard what you said, when they asked what you thought of me and... And I realized that... the right man for me will like me just as I am," your voice shakes a little but your tone is strong, "Not if I’m funnier, or smarter, or prettier."

Jake swears must have stopped beating, the pit at the bottom of his stomach and the lump in his throat double in size. He wants to tell you he didnt mean it, that he thinks you're absolutely perfect, but Steve finds you both before Jake can say anything. Steve smiles at you and you can't help but beam back at him, your sadness almost melting away instantly. He catches sight of Jake and clears his throat a little.

"Hi. You must be Jake, I'm Steve," Steve offers Jake his hand and Jake takes it politely with a smile. You could tell Jake's forcing his smile, but you couldn't find it in you to care too much. He deserved it. "I've heard a lot about you, it's nice to finally meet you."

"Oh, yeah, same," Jake flounders a little, "b-but about you."

You chuckle at his stuttering, it was petty but it lightened the mood a little. You snake your arm around Steve's waist, leaning into him slightly. Jake watches as you naturally relax into Steve's annoyingly perfect body.

"Jake and I were catching up a little, it's been a while since I've been able to hang out with them," you fill Steve in, playfully scolding him.

"Yeah, my bad," he purrs back at you, his gaze slightly smoldering. Jake suddenly feels out of place, like he's seeing something that he's not supposed to. The tightness in his throat threatens to strangle him if he doesn't get away.

"I gotta— I gotta go, I just remembered, I got a thing," Jake stutters out and quickly makes for the exit. He pays no mind to the looks the others give him as he grabs his coat and practically runs to his car.

He makes it to his car just before the tears that burned his eyes can fall. He sniffles and wipes at the few strays running down his cheeks, knocking his glasses off. He knew he had no right to be upset, but he couldn't fight the toxic cocktail of sadness, jealousy, and anger any longer.

As the tears settled, he sat in silence for a moment. The minutes ticked by as he slowly came to terms with it all: it was his fault. All of it was because of his big mouth. Resting his head on the steering wheel, he sighs and turns on his truck. Failure was nothing new to Jake, but defeat was.

He knew you were right: the right man would love you just as you are — but Jake had always thought it'd be him.

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Stay tonight, talk tomorrow

– jake jensen x female reader

summary | you’re very happy with your boyfriend jake, but not everything is as it seems. Can you still hope for the better?

warnings | angst to hopeful ending, misunderstanding, open ending(?), mentions of bruise, reader is sad

word count | 4401

a/n | i wanted to pick a character of chris evans that i would like to date and try to imagine my reaction to their situation, so enjoy my delusions!

Being a girlfriend was an odd idea to you. You just couldn't imagine yourself having a boyfriend, and when you try to think of the man of your dreams, the image is just a grey-filled shape like a man acting as your boyfriend; he doesn't even have a face. He's just literally grey. Of course, you've thought about being with celebrities and fictional characters, but in reality? None, nada, zero true experience. Don't get it wrong, in work, there's not a lack of men around you. It's just that you aren't interested or romantically intrigued by them. Your team opened up to you and saw you as their coworker and an additional member of the family. You got on with them and were able to befriend them. The thought of having another chosen family excited you. So when you popped the news that you were finally seeing someone, the doubtful looks you saw on their faces was a reaction you never expected.

Suddenly, everyone turned more protective of you and asked so many questions about the "suspicious guy" you were dating. It didn't really occur to you that you haven't mentioned him to any of your coworkers. After all, you were still on the moon that a guy like Jake Jensen was your boyfriend. Meeting him in a coffee shop and spilling your drinks on him wasn't necessarily the best first meeting, but he was kind about it even though you were fluttering around trying to say sorry and thinking of a way to fix your mess. Although he insisted that he was fine, you felt terrible about it and offered him a drink which he gladly accepted, seeing as you weren't gonna drop the matter; one of the best decisions you ever made. He introduced himself while you were in line to get drinks, and the conversation flew so naturally that when you realized the sun was going down. You were both in the corner of the cafe talking for 2 hours— thinking about it now, it was the perfect first meeting. Knowing about each other's hobbies and pet peeves and talking about different topics felt so– nice; you just didn't want to end the day.

Thankfully, he asked if he could repay the favor next time and get you drinks which was immediately the next day. And from that day, you just kept going to different coffee shops until dinner was involved, and he just asked you formally if you wanted to be his girlfriend in the same coffee shop you met. Everything seemed to be in place for you that it bothered you a bit when your coworkers were being too intrusive of your new and first relationship. At first, you were sorry for keeping them out of the loop, but when they hinted that you were being fooled, scammed, or pulled into a pyramid scheme or cult, you stopped answering their questions nicely and asked why they were acting like that. This now leads you to your current state— confused. When the questions started to annoy you, avoiding them was the route you took to defuse the situation. But for some reason, your tactic got them more fired up when interrogating you about Jake, and you wouldn't deny that you were happy to talk about him whenever you had the chance. You told them about the first day you met, the coffee shops you went to, where you had dinner, what he likes and dislikes, and everything you found amazing with him. But when the questions became more– personal, it didn't bother you that they were asking you about it suspiciously, but it irked you that you didn't know the answer to the most simple questions.

With more days passing without seeing Jake, you feel as if the questions, doubts, insecurities, and guilt keep doubling. Although you have his number, you’re hesitant to contact him to ask about his life or the questions your coworkers raised that you couldn’t answer. Bothering him because you’re suspicious of him doesn’t also scream the right move for a girlfriend, and now you wish you could have someone to talk to about what the hell you’re even going through. You don’t even know the details of his work. All he said is that he goes out of the country a lot and how you didn’t press him for more information seems to baffle you now. And as you stare at your previous messages, you see more flaws in your relationship with Jake. It made you reflect on your talks with Jake and all the times he smoothly avoided all the talk about his family, work, friends, or anything remotely private.

Sighing and closing your phone as you finish all the coffee left in your cup, you wish he would come back sooner so you can clear things up. As each day passes by, simply asking how his day is and not voicing your concerns, you feel like you’re going to get swallowed by all the scenarios your head is making up. You tried distracting yourself by doing everything assigned to you, but it turns out you were already early with your deadlines. Taking overtime each day is taking a toll on you, and everyone seems to have noticed how detached you are, so you just opted to visit new cafe shops after work to distract yourself. Shaking your head as you got up, you scanned to check the display to see if there was anything you wanted to buy. And upon seeing the woman, who you suppose is the baker, holding a new type of bread, you walk to the display, hoping the bread is something you like so you can have it for dinner. Maybe you could pair it with some pasta and a cold drink with dessert. At this point, you’d order anything just to take your mind off Jake.

Falling in line, you try to look at your wallet in your bag by mindlessly feeling all the things in it. Looking at the menu and the slices of bread on display, you hear the endless typing sounds of people in their laptops, forks, and knives scratching the plates, the sound of receipt printing, and the wind chime suggesting a new customer has entered the cafe. As you look at the menu again, you start to wonder which food Jake would order. And as if you can’t truly take him out of your mind, you feel like you could hear his voice. Oddly, the man you hear keeps on sounding more and more like him. As you step nearer to the counter, you can’t help but listen to the conversation behind you. But in doing so, you hear another voice.

“You should decide what to get Pooch. I have no idea what he likes to eat.”

“Sure Aisha baby.”

“You know I’ll shoot you again without hesitation, right?”

Freezing on your spot, you feel your heart hammering as a memory flashes in your head; Jake playfully calls you baby as you two talk about the cutest and most disgusting nicknames people have for each other.

You know that voice.

You’ve grown to love that voice.

But how could you hear it here when it’s supposed to be out of the country?

Why could he possibly be behind you if he told you he was still working?

How is he just in another city 40 minutes away from you?

Why is he in a cafe with a girl calling her baby?

How could he sound so happy knowing that he lied to you?

“Miss?”

Looking at the front, you see people staring at you as your breath gets quicker. With eyes quivering, you look down at your feet, contemplating whether to bolt through the door or force yourself to look at Jake and confront him. A part of you wants to know the truth, but it feels like your head is telling you everything you need to know. You feel as if you’re paralyzed, yet you feel everything. Unable to truly process what was happening. Rendering you incapable of doing anything, so you just stood there.

“Hey, we’re in a hurry, so do you mind if we go first?”

Pretty.

The first thing that came to your mind was when you finally saw the face of the woman with your boyfriend.

How on earth can you compare to her?

As you continue to stare at her, your view keeps getting blurry, and you see a hint of concern on her face.

And she’s nice.

So how can you tell her that you hate her for being with him? When in reality, you’re the problem in their relationship.

Feeling his presence getting closer as you can smell him before he’s even near your vicinity, the weight on your heart keeps getting heavier. Suddenly, all the questions you wanted to ask him were gone.

“Yeah, we’re actually going to—“

So with every ounce of strength you had, you looked at him. While his mouth hangs open as he looks at you with eyes wide open, you close your mouth to not let the sobs you know will come; and so as the tears fell, you did the best you thought you could, and you ran away from him.

To say that your reality is far from your imagination is another thing you can’t comprehend. Growing up reading stories of people getting cheated, you always imagined putting yourself in that situation and handling it to the best of your capabilities. Being calm, being able to talk, and walking away from the scene to be the bigger person is how you’ve envisioned yourself.

But all rationality seems to be gone when it concerns Jake.

Jake Jensen.

Jake Jensen, who you thought was your boyfriend, and the same Jake Jensen, who you saw with another woman.

The man you’ve been so in love with that you’ve turned off all your guard, letting him in without thinking of any consequence.

The man you’ve been envisioning your whole life with, even though you barely truly know him.

It occurred to you that you’ve mostly shared everything with him but never found any fault with him not sharing anything with you because you chose not to see it. You were too blinded by the happiness and the comfort that Jake provided you when you should’ve straightened yourself when your coworkers found him to be suspicious. Yes, you talked a lot with Jake, that’s all you guys do, and even if there were a lot some instances where you wanted to kiss him, you held back. Not because you have great control but because you’re scared of doing it wrong. You have no experience in flirting or relationships, and you’re thankful enough that Jake initiates holding your hand when you’re walking. So maybe it was all a ruse, you’re naivety making you look at each situation with him in rose-colored glasses.

But then again, there’s nothing you can do now. So you remind yourself that your emotions are not permanent, as Jake is to you. The pain you feel, which you can’t describe exactly, will pass like the days you’ve spent with him. You’ll look back to these moments and regard them as a lesson, and that’s it. Or at least that’s what you hope would happen. After all, he could easily forget about what happened. Why can’t you? If he didn’t run after you, why would you keep thinking about him?

So you let your phone ring. Let the messages stay on read. Choosing not to hurt yourself anymore with his lies. But then the pictures in your gallery would mock you. And to say the tears wouldn’t stop each time he would text you telling you he’s sorry or asking for your time to explain himself.

So you found a temporary solution. Whenever your resolve would weaken, and a part of you wanted to call him back, you would shut your phone. It worked wonders as far as you can tell; you avoided seeing his name pop up and have not texted him back. Now you’re just trying to go back to your routine. You still went on even if you could imagine him in every situation. Training yourself to numb your feelings and accomplishing every task you set your mind on. Filling your brain with something else every time you find yourself stopping. Tricking yourself that you can get through the day without looking at his texts or crying. But as you lay in your bed, you realize you don’t know how to be happy alone now that you’ve experienced being happy with him.

So on the third day, when the first message you saw from him was simply saying that he was sorry, you cried again. And as you wiped the tears from your face, you looked at your phone and saw that he hadn’t sent any message for the past few hours. Not that you counted his messages’ intervals, you just noticed it. So when no new message popped into your phone from him, you didn’t know whether to be happy or sad with how fast he gave up trying to contact you. Rationalizing the situation, you’re happy that you could put an end to whatever the hell you had with him. But that thought never soothed your wounded heart, begging him to show up and explain everything so you could move forward with him. However, thankfully, your mind would stop you— asking you not to hurt yourself anymore.

Now, exactly 7 days have passed since you ran away from him. Seven days of telling yourself to get over it while you grip your phone tightly, thinking of the different text messages you could send him. When you ran back home, your first thought was to type spiteful words while asking him how he could break your heart, but you opted to cry instead. As you hold your body and curl into a ball every night, you hug yourself, holding your heart, hoping it will ease the pain your heart is feeling.

You wonder if that was your new routine now, your life after him. Crying until you felt so tired that you just closed your eyes while still curled. Being woken up by your ringtone yet feeling so tired that you just had to stay in your bed for hours. Looking at your phone, cursing the day ahead already, and even cursing the first moment you met him.

When his calls stopped, you swore inside you��d stop thinking of him. Yet the endless possibilities of how you could’ve handled that situation better keeps popping up in your mind. Should you not have assumed anything and greeted him? Maybe you should’ve asked him if his business was there? They could’ve had an emergency, for all you know. Perhaps that girl is just his coworker? After all, Jake was Jake. Even if you haven’t seen him interact with his friends, you know how much he can make a person comfortable because you’ve experienced it yourself.

And as you continue to daydream about all the “dates” you’ve been with Jake, it’s pretty evident that you’re failing not to think about him. You didn’t know which part of you was to blame as well. Was it because of the damn books and movies ingrained in your mind that you keep hoping he’ll be at your door? Or was it just because you wanted him to show up?

The confusion, anger, and sadness, all at once, make you feel so tired that in every passing minute you remember him, you start wishing you didn’t meet him in the first place, but you don’t mean any of that. You know how much you don’t mean that, which is why it hurts more. Thinking of going back to your life, the one before him is making you anxious. It’s foolish to lose yourself to a man you genuinely don’t know. You know that. You are so aware of it right now as you continue to wipe your tears aggressively.

But what could you do when your heart has already decided to love him so?

Finding no way to erase him from your mind, you looked outside your window and saw that it was raining hard. It was probably nighttime, so you decided to head in the shower and maybe stand there to contemplate your life decisions. Standing up and dragging yourself to move, you looked at your phone, perhaps to torture yourself more, and saw that there were no new notifications. At this point, you didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about your current situation. You just wanted to stop thinking about him, and— there’s a sound.

Something keeps bumping into somewhere.

Is that the furnace of your upstairs neighbor? Water faucet? Maybe an animal— the door?

The door. There’s someone on your door, knocking.

But who?

None of your coworkers would be visiting you at this hour. All of your friends are busy, and your family made no notice nor even hinted that they were dropping by, so that leaves you with one person.

Jake.

All of your dates ended with him walking you to your door, so you’re not surprised he’s knocking on your door. You’re amazed that you’ve let him know and even showed him where you live.

Was it now the time to truly end what you had? It could be for the best, anyway. You can ask him all the questions you have, hear him out, and have a clean cut. But is that what you want? To truly end your relationship with him?

And as if on autopilot, your hand was already reaching into your doorknob even with the thoughts plaguing your head— suddenly, everything turned quiet.

He was standing there, hair disheveled and eyes a bit red. He doesn’t look good, not that you think you look better. He looked— sad. As your eyes roam around him, you also see that he has bruises on his arm. Did he fight with someone? Did he fight while he was working? Why are his knuckles so red? Why was he bruised— he’s bruised.

Did he run here? But what for? To talk to you? Why would he do that if he’s hurt? He should’ve just treated his wounds first. But did he think of you?

Inhaling in, you open your mouth to speak, but as you look him in the eye, you realize you don’t know how to talk to him now. But how could you not find any words to say to him when it was just so easy to talk to him a week ago. To be honest, you just talk about anything with him. The things you saw that day, what you ate, what made you laugh or pissed, the things you wanna buy, the news you saw, and just everything. Even the silence with him was comfortable; everything just seemed natural with him. You enjoy just talking with him, being with him, and even thinking of him.

Happy memories playing through your mind until the scene your coworker asked you the most simple questions about his family, and you froze. How could you be so happy with your new relationship when you know nothing about him?

Noticing your hesitancy, he thought getting out what had been eating him would be better to start the conversation. “I know you’re mad, and you have every right to be. But let me start off by saying that I haven’t told you everything about me, and that’s it. I never lied to you or cheated on you, and I know how that—that day looked like. Aisha— the girl I’m with, she’s on the same team as I am. She’s my friend and boss’s girlfriend or leader— I mean, I don’t really know how to describe Clay, but he’s kind of like our leader and—.”

He swallowed, realizing that he wasn’t saying what he hoped to tell you. He closed his eyes to reorganize his thoughts while reprimanding himself why he didn’t practice this before storming in your door. Breathing out, he looked you straight in the eye and continued.

“I called her baby just to mess with her. But she also knows I’m with you. The whole team knows I’m with you. I haven’t told you about them because even though they’re my second family, they’re also my coworkers. We work as a unit, and in the group, I do the tech and sometimes disguises—a lot of time, actually, that’s also why I couldn’t contact you because I had to deal with a lot of things ’cause it’s like everyone was looking at me to fix our situation——but we didn’t do anything crazy—but sometimes things do get crazy ’cause there was this one time we were declared dead and—“

Shutting his eyes and shaking his head, he cursed himself for getting off-topic again. “I know I haven’t been truly honest to you about the things I do. And it’s not fair to you, I know. It’s just—I didn’t want you to stop seeing me. I got so scared that you’ll leave me once I really tell you things about me, and I— I’m sorry.”

You were quiet. You were just staring. Ever since he started talking, your heart felt calm, so all you could do was stare and listen to him. For some reason, his voice made you feel so protected. And seeing him finally, after all these days, you just want to hold him. But seeing the bruises on his arms and his tired face, you just want to take care of him. It’s funny how you feel like you’ve forgotten everything that happened the moment he uttered the words he’s sorry. You must truly love him that much, huh?

But now that you know that your relationship wasn’t built on a lie, somehow you feel a tinge of sadness that you’re still left in the dark about his real self.

Does he not trust your love for him? Your loyalty? How could he think that you would run away once you know who he is when in the days you have him, you still crave him. How can you tell him that you’re already fully in love with him even if you don’t know every detail about him? How can you tell him now that in the days you thought you’d lost him, you felt like you couldn’t breathe?

Right now, how can you tell him you love him?

Consumed by your thoughts, unknowingly, your eyes were gathering more tears, and upon seeing it, Jake took a step closer to you. “Please say something. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say and—“

“Tomorrow, we can talk about everything tomorrow.”

Suddenly, Jake remembered his unpreparedness by realizing that he chose to storm to your door at 1 AM. It also dawned on him that you looked tired, and his heart clenched at the possibility he caused it. On the days you didn’t speak to him, you were alone and hurt by his actions when all he wanted was to show you how much he loved you. Biting his lip to urge himself not to cry in front of you, he looked down and tried to compose himself. Finding the words to part you with, he couldn’t get anything out anymore and just nodded.

“Okay.” And he slowly turned around, fighting every urge in his body, telling him to hug you and just hold you close.

“No, stay.”

Turning around to you quickly, “But you said we’ll talk tomorrow—“

“You should sleep first. You looked tired, and I didn’t want you to go. I want you to say with me tonight, please.”

Jake’s mouth fell. He didn’t know how to answer that. A part of him feels accomplished that you’re letting him in, seemingly accepting his apology. While another part of him wants to press you for reactions and wants you to scream at him for being an awful boyfriend. But can he still call himself your boyfriend now? Do you still feel the same for him? Can you hear his heart racing now, wanting to be comforted by you? Will you still let him touch you even if he tainted your relationship?

Abruptly, he felt wetness on his cheek, only to realize that his emotions had gotten the best of him, and now he was crying again. But this time, in front of her. Hastily wiping his cheek, he felt a soft touch on his hand. She was smiling and touching him. And the warmth of her hand on his broke the dam. For some reason, he couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop feeling sorry for all the pain he’d caused her, couldn’t show her how much he was sorry for all the truth he omitted, couldn’t tell into words how much he loved her.

On the other hand, you still have a lot of things to say, questions to ask him. But now, what matters is that you have him. Because for you, he had your heart the moment you laid eyes on him. So you took a step forward toward him. Hugging him firmly to assure him that it’s not the end. And as for Jake, this time, he’ll do his best to prove how much he wants you. He’s yours, and he’ll happily spend all of his time with you if you have him. He’ll answer all your questions and tell you everything you want to know.

And as you take his hand as you both enter through the door, everything can wait tomorrow; you can both start again tomorrow.

Tomorrow, you’ll tell each other the words your hearts have been screaming out. Jake will court you again and tell you his dumb jokes that somehow brings out your beautiful smile as you laugh. He’ll start telling you how lucky he is he was given a chance to love you. You’ll start telling your coworkers everything that Jake did for you while omitting what he tells you about his job.

But tonight, you’re going to hold one another tightly as you sleep. Thinking about how you could make up for the time you’ve lost while only looking forward to the future you both have— the one where you have each other.

Endnote | leaving this out here before i focus on a new jake (seresin),but before that im going to back to my main man aaron hotchner<3

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The Persuasion of Jake Jensen

Summary: This is a cross of The Losers AU with Marvel AU, the plot of Jane Austen’s novel, Persuasion, as my trope.

Jake Jensen was the love of your life until one day he just disappeared, no words, no call, no explanation. What happens when you run into him ten years later?

Jake Jensen x Female Reader; Steve Rogers/Brat/Wanda/Doc/Tony/Pooch/Cougar/Clay/Aisha/Colin Shea

Word count: Over 10k (sorry!)

Warnings: Slow burn; Smut (Fingers, PinV, Oral,) 18+ only please; angst: idiots in love; horrible friends; Colin Shea being Colin; fluff; smut (and not great smut at that)

As always: a huge thank you to @peyton-warren for always allowing me to brainstorm and get these words out, and for always being a second set of eyes for me! If you haven’t read her stuff, go check it out!

“Steve! Colin! Get your asses in here!” you screamed in frustration as you threw the last of your dresses in your closet into the floor. “This is all your fault anyway, you idiot meatballs!” You kicked the clothes on the floor in disgust and sat on your bed, hanging your head in defeat. You didn’t know why this was so hard, it’s not like you’d even seen nor spoken to these people in the last ten years, so why were you trying so hard? You knew he wasn’t going to be there, you had made sure of that before you RSVP'd.

Ten years. Ten long years since you’d even heard the name Jake Jensen. You tried not to think of him often, but you had never truly forgiven him for leaving you, no word, no call, no note. Even an email or text message would have worked, but you were left with no explanation, no closure, no idea what you’d even done wrong in the first place. You wiped the tears that had slipped out, promising not to shed any more.

“What do you-holy fucking tornado. What the fuck happneded in here?” Steve asked, an incredulous look crowding his features. Steve knew you were an absolute, over the top neat freak when it came to your clothes. “What are you doing?” he asked as he started to wade through every garment you owned.

Colin stood at the door stuffing his face with a giant sandwich from his favorite restaurant, which was nothing new. “You don’t even like these people, why are you trying so hard to impress them?” Colin asked, flecks of his food flying out from his mouth.

“Classy,” you groaned as you continued to look through all of your discarded clothes. “I cannot find anything to wear. Ugh, I just shouldn’t go. This is my sign. I don’t even like these fucking assholes!” You sat down and threw your hands up in defeat. You started crying harder, your nerves fried and your frustration palpable. You had never needed to impress anybody, never felt the need to be anyone other than your authentic self. No, that wasn’t the issue. You were more worried about seeing Pooch and Cougar. You knew Jensen was away and unable to attend, however you weren’t sure about the other two and wanted to look and feel your absolute best knowing the men would report back to their friend.

“Okay, take a deep breath, there is something in here for you,” Steve said as he started to wade through the blouses and jeans. Running an animal shelter and owning the cat and dog cafe connected to it, Baby Got Wags, didn’t leave much in the way of a wardrobe. T-shirts and jeans, sneakers and slides made up the majority of your closet space.

“I’m going to grab 6C, '' Colin said, turning to head towards the door and up towards his apartment. 6C was new to the building, but she was nice and sincere from the few times you’d spoken with her.

You met Colin the first day you moved into the building about six years ago, Colin immediately trying to sleep with you. You knew his type, and you knew he’d eventually get tired of the no’s and move along.

You and Colin became fast friends, hanging out, playing his Switch, watching his gigs. Eventually you had decided to start live music at the cafe to drum up some business and hired Colin to play two nights a week. He became your biggest draw, bringing in double the amount of patrons, so you and Colin decided to make this a four day a week gig. He got all of the pussy he could ever want or need, and he even found himself a three legged cat with absolutely no coordination named Kick Stand. You, on the other hand, got a booming cafe business, and were adopting out animals left and right.

Steve was different. Steve was the one they called The Man out of Time, and he was a superhero. You’d met one morning when he came into the cafe and sat for hours drawing everything he could. You weren’t sure why he was so sad, you didn’t even know who he was at that point, you just saw a lonely soul.

You and Steve talked for hours until he had to go to work. He came back a few weeks later, and eventually became your number one volunteer at the shelter. You didn’t know he was Captain America until about two months later, and to you, he was still just Steve Rogers. Oh, and you were absolutely in love with his girlfriend, the two of you becoming the best of friends as soon as he introduced the two of you.

“It’s pointless, Steve. I should just stay home,” you lamented, your voice shaking as the tears started to slow. “It’s not like anyone would even miss me.”

“Hey, come on. You know that isn’t true. Look at everything you’ve done,” Steve consoled, pulling you into a hug with one arm while texting his girlfriend an SOS with his free hand. Steve didn’t know how to help you because he was Steve, but also because you kept your true feelings hidden from the world. Steve knew there was a story, but it wasn’t his story to tell, but he was also in love with someone just like you who would know what to do.

“I hear we need some help in here!” Steve‘s girlfriend, affectionately known as Brat said. Behind her were Doc and Wanda, two more teammates of Steve’s and friends of yours.

“Steve was worried you may need some help, so we went shopping!” Doc explained as the three women brought in bag after bag, smiles all around at your look of gratitude.

“No more crying,” Wanda said as she pulled you to your feet, her accent somehow calming you. “I have the makeup and hair, Miss Brat over there has dresses galore for you!” Wanda turned and pushed Steve from the room, gagging when Brat kissed him first. “Go, we have this under control, Asshat.”

“I’m going to go see what’s taking Colin so long,” Steve said, relieved that he was no longer needed. He closed the door on his way out, his footsteps echoing through the empty building as he made his way up to find his friend.

“Okay, is this formal? Semi formal? What are we looking at here?” Brat asked as she combed through the dress selections she had on hand. Wanda stood next to her to see what makeup combination would work with your dress choice, and Doc was just along for the ride as she had plans later with her own lover man, Bucky Barnes, another teammate and also lifelong best friend to Steve.

“It’s formal, and I own nothing remotely considered formal,” you replied as you watched Brat. “Stop!” you said, causing Brat and Wanda to turn in surprise. “This is the dress,” you said, walking up to the other two women. The dress was sapphire blue with an empire waist and a halter neck, the bust lined with small crystals for embellishment.

“Perfect,” Brat said as she pulled it out. Wanda decided on a sleek updo with a more natural makeup palette. It took about two hours, but in the end, you barely recognized yourself. Especially with blue glitter lips, something you’d never have even imagined doing on your own.

“Everything okay in there?” Steve asked, stopping in front of your closed door.

“We’re fine, done actually,” Doc replied, watching you take one last twirl in the mirror. You almost felt like a little child playing dress up as you never really had the opportunity for formal dress events.

“Home by midnight and no strange men,” Steve said which earned him four sets of eye rolls and a pinch in the stomach from Brat. “No, but really, you look amazing. Eat your heart out, Losers.”

“We have another surprise for you,” Brat said as Wanda bounced from foot to foot in excitement. “We know how nervous you’ve been about tonight, and even thought we don’t know the entire story, we do know you’re awesome. So, in the spirit of you being awesome, Wanda and myself are going with you too!”

“All except me,” Steve said. “Somehow, I don’t think a hat and sunglasses would help me hide this time.”

“Where’s Colin, is he coming too?” you asked, excited for the first time regarding this reunion. You bumped fists with Wanda and Brat as you weren’t a hugger.

“Judging by the sounds coming out of 6C, I’d say Colin is not going,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. He knew who Colin was so this was nothing new to him.

“Well, the two of you need to get ready so we can head out!” you exclaimed as you took one last look in the mirror. Eat your heart out, Losers.

“Already one step ahead,” Wanda said as she and Brat removed their coats, both women dressed to the nines. “Let’s go!”

Steve grabbed Brat and whispered something along the lines of trying this trick later with much less clothing. Brat smirked, dropped a kiss on his lips, and made her way out of your place.

“We also took the liberty of hiring a driver for the evening, all on Tony’s bill, of course,” Brat said as she opened the back door to scoot in. There was nothing she loved more than spending Tony Stark’s money causing his blood pressure to skyrocket. No matter how many times he canceled a card and got a new one, Brat always seemed to find it.

“Hey, you got this,” Steve said as he wrapped you in a hug. You may not like hugs, but Steve Rogers didn’t care. You leaned into him, finally relaxing a little.

“Thanks, Rogers.” You pulled away and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Now, go wait by 6C and yell at Colin for me once he’s finished!” you joked as Steve made a face. You knew nothing in this world could ever make him listen to Colin Shea having sex.

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Ten Years Ago

“You have to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world,” Pooch said as he refilled his beer from the fresh pitcher. “You managed to snag a smart, motivated, hot, and insanely funny girl to touch your penis!” Cougar laughed, high fiving Pooch on his very astute observation.

“Ha ha ha,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. Jake Jensen was well aware of how out of his league you were, and he was just as confused as to what you saw in him. As long as you would have him, though, he was there for it all. He punched Pooch and stole Coug’s hat, a crime punishable by removal of said hand.

“I’m just saying, Jensen, if you ever lose her, it will be the biggest mistake of your life,” Pooch said. He looked over at Jolene and you playing pool, Jolene turning to smile and throw a wink at Pooch while you blew Jake a kiss.

“I know, trust me. That’s why I’m going to ask her to marry me after graduation at our party.” Jake pulled a small, green velvet box from his pocket and placed it in the middle of the table. Pooch snatched the box, opening it before one of you girls saw. Jake waited nervously for his friends' reactions.

“Jake, this is nice, man!” Pooch said as he passed the ring to Cougar. Nestled in the box was a sterling silver band with a small square cut emerald in the center surrounded by tiny diamonds around the stone and along the band. Cougar tipped his hat in agreement, never having been a man of many words.

“I know it isn’t much, the jeweler kept trying to upgrade everything on it, but this is just quintessentially Wormie,” Jake said with a soft smile on his face as he watched you. You were so different from other girls, nice and compassionate, not materialistic in the least, but what made him fall for you was the fact that you had absolutely no idea the power you held, your heart and soul completely pure.

“She is going to love it, man,” Pooch agreed. “We also need to work on that nickname though, Jensen. How the fuck do you get Wormie for this amazing woman? Jolene would castrate me if I called her that!” Pooch and Cougar fell over in a fit of laughter, tears running down their faces.

“It’s short for the Bookworm, dickheads. She always had her head in a book when I saw her, and the bookworm was just a mouthful. So we shortened it to Wormie,” Jensen explained as he ran a hand behind his neck. He knew people didn’t get him or his humor, but with you, it was always easy. While school was always so easy for Jensen, women and interactions with people were not, his shy and awkward nature often overshadowing his intelligence and humor. This was just another reason he loved you so much. You’d never made him feel inadequate or insecure. You always laughed at his jokes, paid attention to his stories, soothed his worries and fears, stroked his ego…and other appendages.

The men laughed knowing you were feeling pretty buzzed at the moment. School was done, you had all made it, and things were looking up as you went towards the future together, or so you foolishly thought.

‘Whatcha got cooking, good looking?” Jake retorted as he returned all of your kisses and then some. He pulled away, his glasses fogged and sitting askew on his face causing the table to break out in more laughter. Jolene sat on Pooch’s lap, gently nuzzling and kissing him while Cougar was busy with two undergrad twins. For someone who never talked, Cougar seemed to speak any language.

“What’s shaking, bacon?” you replied, nuzzling your nose against his. You were so deeply and hopelessly in love with this man, irrevocably even, and you couldn’t wait to start your lives together. You were going to travel all through Asia before coming back and playing house. “I love you, Nerd,” you said softly as you snuggled into the crook of his neck, his cologne overtaking all of your senses as you heard him murmur the sentiment back.

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Ten years had flown by like nothing, and here you were, awkwardly standing at the bar while your two best friends were the life of the party. You looked around again, simultaneously disappointed and relieved that you didn’t see Jake. You took another sip of your old fashioned, feeling just as out of place now as you did all those years ago.

Brat and Wanda were regaling a small crowd with stories of their latest mission as they’d been recognized by some as Avengers. You smiled as you heard Brat call her love Asshat because he’d pissed her off. Again. You knew their love story was one in a million, no matter how many times she threatened to kill Rogers.

“Still haven’t changed a bit, Bookworm,” you heard from behind you. You turned to see Pooch and Cougar, all smiles, and even though it had been ten years, they hadn’t aged one bit. You kissed each man on the cheek then hugged him, telling each how good it was to see him.

“Is Jolene here?” you asked Pooch, ordering another drink for yourself and two beers for the men. There just happened to be a lull in conversation at that moment , so you took the opportunity to introduce Pooch and Cougar to Brat and Wanda, the former saying hello and shaking hands, the latter hugging and kissing each woman.

“No, she’s up in the room with the baby,” Pooch said as he pulled out a picture of his little family, Jolene looking as radiant as ever, very pregnant and holding a toddler boy in her lap.

“Pooch, congratulations! Your family is beautiful!” you said, giving your old friend a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Cougar, is the bachelor brigade still running strong?” you asked, playfully punching him in the arm. He smiled and tipped his hat, the only confirmation you needed.

Conversation flowed easily, just as the drinks did, your group finding its way to a table. Brat, super soldier that she was, couldn’t get drunk, and was watching out for the group as the night continued, drinks flowing, stories flopping one over the other.

Wanda and Pooch had gone to get another round of drinks when you saw Cougar straighten up, sharing a glance with Brat. “Hey, I need to head to the bathroom, keep me company?” Brat asked as she grabbed her purse and stood up, extending her hand. You nodded, grabbing her hand, following her through the crowd.

“Fuck, I forgot how shitty city parking is normally, even worse with a yellow Hummer!!” Jensen said as he snatched Cougar’s hat and sat down. “Where’s Pooch?” Jensen said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn sitting in the middle of the table.

“He’s grabbing drinks,” Cougar said. “Look, Jensen-“

“Clay, Aisha, what took you guys so long?” Jake asked his bosses, tossing some popcorn kernels at the two. Aisha rolled her eyes and walked to join Pooch and Wanda to get drinks while Clay took a seat. The conversation continued, Pooch and Wanda finally joining the group with the next round. Introductions were made, conversation and alcohol consumed easily between everyone.

You and Brat stopped at the bar as she wanted something different to drink while also keeping the return to the table slow. “Your dress is amazing!” you complimented the gorgeous stranger next to you. You were very introverted, so you normally didn’t like talking to other humans, but the drinks had you feeling loose and happy, along with seeing your old friends.

The three of you carried on for a little longer, Aisha and Brat comparing stories of dangerous missions and idiotic partners. You chimed in with a spicy kitten that you eventually ended up keeping years ago because he would attack everything. The other two women laughed, voting that you were the victor of this competition.

The three of you turned, agreeing that you needed to get back to your groups and made your way to the same table.

“I didn’t know you knew Pooch and Coug!” you exclaimed to Aisha as she sat next to a devastatingly handsome man whose name you learned was Clay. You dropped onto Wanda’s lap as introductions were made again, and the conversation continued.

“Man, that bathroom is like a luxury room. I could sleep like a baby in there…” Jensen said, the words falling off his lips the moment he saw you. “Wormie??” he asked, a smile playing over his lips as he walked towards you, his hands out as if he meant to hug you.

You froze, all thoughts leaving your head momentarily as you tried to process what you were seeing in front of you. You felt Wanda tense under you, however you gave her a squeeze to let her know you could handle this. Brat sat back with a smile on her face, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

You stood up, moving out of Jake’s reach, drink in hand. “Do not fucking call me that,” you said, your voice low and lethal, anger burning behind every syllable. “You lost that right ten years ago.” You threw your drink in his face, slamming the glass on the table and grabbed your purse, heading towards the door.

As the others looked on in stunned silence, Brat finished her drink and stood, Wanda right behind her. “You must be the infamous Jake Jensen,” she said, choking back her laughter, almost feeling sorry for the guy as all eyes in the room had turned towards this debacle. “I’d say nice to meet you, but I was taught never to lie.” Brat and Wanda walked away, running to catch up with you.

“And they call our relationship volatile,” Clay whispered to Aisha as he took a sip from his beer, amusement written all over his face. Aisha stifled a laugh and sputtered a cough when Jensen looked her way.

“Why the fuck is everyone staring at Jensen? Jensen, why are you wet, man? Can’t fucking take you out in public anywhere,” Roque said in disgust, having missed the entire scene. “What?” Roque said as the others laughed while Jensen was still frozen to his spot.

Jensen finally moved, running and calling your name as he went, trying to get you to stop, with no luck. He watched as you got into the car, before Brat blocked his view.

“Look, this was all fun for a minute, but that girl right there? She’s not only one of the best people I know, she’s my best fucking friend. You already hurt her once, and she won’t admit it, but she’s still hurting, and has in fact never stopped hurting. If you care for her at all, do not do this right now, let her go. Also, my other best friend is a doc and she wouldn’t hesitate to neuter you,” Brat said as she got into the car, slamming the door in Jensen’s face. All he could do was stare, watching the one he never got over drive away, worrying about the loss of his balls in the process.

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“Okay, that’s it. Get the fuck up,” Colin said as he grabbed your blanket and threw it on the floor. “Jesus, it smells like an animal died in here. When was the last time you showered?” he asked, grabbing the blanket again as you tried to pull it back up.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Shea,” you replied, throwing a pillow over your head when he moved your blanket out of reach. “I want to be alone, is that too much to ask?”

“It’s been a week, an entire fucking week of no communication. The shelter is suffering because there aren’t enough volunteers to take care of the animals, and the cafe needs supplies, but no one knows how to do inventory and ordering.”

“You’re fucking lying. It hasn’t been a week, it’s only been a day. The shelter and cafe can’t be that bad. You and Rogers are there.” You leaned over the side of your bed, grabbed your blanket, and once again burrowed underneath.

“It’s been a week, ass. Rogers has been on a mission with Brat and Wanda, Doc stops by when she can, but we need you.” Colin sat on the edge of your bed and pulled down a corner of the blanket so he could see your face.

“Has it really been a week?” you asked meekly, tears starting to form again. You’d cried so much, your eyes were swollen shut at one point, but you couldn’t stop them, not with the fresh heartbreak you’d just experienced. You grabbed your phone, seeing it had indeed been a week, and sniffled. “I really do smell,” you said, crying harder.

“You really do,” Colin agreed, pulling you into a hug and letting you cry, no words spoken, just allowing you to feel. “Okay, let’s get you showered, put you in some clean and stain free clothes, and get back to life.”

You nodded, heading towards the bathroom for a hot shower as Colin grabbed your sheets and blankets to throw into the washer. After a piping hot shower, you felt a little more alive and human, throwing on your favorite pair of wide leg jeans with your favorite oversized hoodie. You threw on some shoes, grabbed your keys, and yelled for Colin to hurry his ass up.

“Yeah, yeah. Im doing your fucking laundry, you’re welcome,” he grumbled as the two of you left.

First stop: the shelter to organize the volunteers, making sure all of the animals were cared for. Next: inventory check at the cafe with a run to the grocery store for immediate needs while placing an order. You felt better today, getting back to your reality, the life you’d built without Jake Jensen. If you had known what was going to happen today, you probably wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.

You walked into the shelter, greeting your front desk volunteer for the day and stopped to drop your purse and jacket in your office while Colin stopped to flirt with your front desk volunteer. You rolled your eyes as you walked past your friend and smacked him on the back of his head.

“Ow! Fuck, was that really necessary?” he groused as the girl laughed. You winked at her and told Colin it was absolutely necessary as you made your way to the cat room.

You heard Steve talking to Shirley, your favorite volunteer. Shirley was sassy and didn’t care who Captain America was, if he wasn’t taking care of these babies correctly, Shirley made sure to let him know.

“Come on, Rogers. You’ve been here long enough to know you cannot let Frodo out with Michael Myers. They do not get along.” Shirley scooped up Frodo mid-hiss, and put him back in his kennel.

“I’m sorry, Shirley. I wasn’t paying attention, the mission ran late-“ Steve started, rubbing his hand on the back of this neck.

“No excuse, Rogers. Get it together,” Shirley said as she gave Steve a small smack on his shoulder and turned to walk away.

You walked in laughing at the embarrassed look on Steve’s face, his cheeks flushed red along with his ears. He grinned when he saw you, happy you were up and about.

“Pissing Shirley off again?” you quipped, punching Steve in his arm as Shirley looked over and rolled her eyes in irritation. “You know better, Rogers. Get it together.”

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s the musical playboy? Thought he was coming in with you?” Steve asked as he turned to a cage of a new intake momma cat and her four kittens. Momma moved aside to allow Steve to clean and replace her food and water, even going so far as to bring her babies to Steve. He pet each baby, all the while telling momma what a good job she was doing. To the world, Captain America fought the bad guys. To you, your best friend, Steve, loved snuggling kittens.

You quickly snapped a video of this hulking super soldier snuggling baby kittens and sent it off to Brat. Her response, lightning quick: Great. Now he’s even more pussy whipped than before…

You laughed so loud you snorted, handing your phone over to Shirley. The little old lady laughed and said something to the extent of him being able to keep kittens alive but he can’t remember to keep mortal enemies apart.

Brat: Tell Shirley I love her and I’m adopting her as my mother.

Shirley: Hell no. This doof is all yours. I already have my own pussy whipped doofus to deal with…-

Brat: Nope. That’s it. You’re my new mommy .

“Hey, can we at least try and pretend you’re not talking shit about me and making fun of me?” Steve said, exasperated with the women in his life. As soon as Doc was let in on this conversation, he would never hear the end of it from Bucky.

“Watch your tone, Rogers,” Shirley quipped, throwing a wink over her shoulder at you. Steve just hung his head in resignation, mumbled a soft “yes ma’am,” and put the kittens back with their momma.

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Jensen pulled up in front of the cafe and threw his rental in park, running his opening over and over. Hi, hello, how have you been, it’s been a long time, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. No matter what he thought, there was nothing good enough to start this conversation, no explanation, no sentence or phrase.

He was just about to open his door when he saw a car pull in. He saw you get out of the car, talking to someone, and then saw a man exit the car also. He watched as the man pulled you into his side, arm around your shoulder, your arm around his waist and head resting on his shoulder, laughing at something he had said. He sank down in his seat, his mind drifting back to all those years ago, his heart breaking all over again.

Graduation-The Beginning of the End

You felt his lips ghost over your skin, his fingers barely touching any part of you, yet setting you on fire, the invisible flame licking over every square inch of you. You sighed, content to lay with Jake forever like this. He knew how to take you apart in a matter of minutes, then spend hours keeping you apart before he finally allowed you back together.

You turned on your back, your hands above your head as you felt his mouth move expertly from your lower back to your belly. You felt his lashes fan over your skin, his tongue and lips playing a symphony, your hands finding their way into his hair, Your head rolled back as he moved up, his mouth stopping on your right breast, taking your nipple softly into his mouth, rolling and biting the overly sensitive nub expertly until you moaned in quiet ecstasy.

He moved over to your left breast, lavishing the same attention on your nipple as you slowly felt his hand move down your side, over your hip, skimming your inner thigh, causing your breath to hitch as he slowly inserted two fingers into your dripping pussy.

Jake loved this part, loved to hear you moan, loved to feel you clamp down on his fingers when he hit just the right spot, loved the way you were always wet, always ready for him. He especially loved when you arched your back as he found your clit with his palm, the sound of him slowly and expertly finger fucking you filling the small space.

You felt his breath, just a whisper of air, move down again, more and more until his mouth replaced his palm, sucking your clit into his mouth, his fingers still working your favorite spot inside, his pace so excruciatingly slow and unhurried. You bit down, his name delivered to his ears as a concerto of moans and pleasure, his fingers and mouth the conductor.

You felt your high near, your moans turning to breathless pants until he tipped you over the edge, your crescendo the only thing he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. As you slowly came back down, you felt his cock replace his fingers, his descent into your velvet and wet walls again, pure torture of the best kind until you felt him fully seated.

You softly begged him to move, to start, to finish, to kill you, whatever he needed to hear for him to move. He dragged his cock out inch by inch as he kissed you, swallowing every noise made, sharing all of your breath as he plunged back in, your pussy clenching around him, feeling every ridge and vein.

He rested his forehead against yours as his hips started to move faster, his arm moving under your knee to open you up more, allowing him to fuck you even deeper, his whispered words of love all you needed in this life. You felt him start to stutter, his hand dropping between your joined bodies, his fingers rubbing your clit fast and hard, needing to feel you cum with him.

You felt him stall, burying his cock deep inside as his cum painted your walls, your cunt finally clenching around him as your own orgasm hit, your cum mixing with his as you both rode out this high. You felt his breathing start to slow, his head buried in the crook of your neck as your hands rubbed his back.

He lifted his head, kissing you again, both of you spent in the best way possible with no words exchanged the entire time. You continued to kiss him breathless, both of you coming down from the most intense orgasms, your bodies entwined with your spirits and souls. Jensen reached over to his side table, opening it and pulling out the small green box.

“Marry me, Wormie,” he said as he placed the box in your hand. You felt the tears form, so absolutely in love with this man. You opened the box, instantly in love with the ring he’d picked, matching your taste perfectly. This man knew everything about you, knew your body, your heart, your soul.

You whispered a soft yes, your tears pouring down as Jake placed the ring on your finger, kissing your hand, his own tears running down his face. You two kissed, locked in this moment of bliss, the future yours as long as you were together. Jake wished now that you’d both had never left that room.

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You had finally finished at the shelter, feeling calm spread over your tired soul. Nothing soothed your troubles like taking care of your animals. It was almost time for adoption hour, so you quickly gathered Colin and Steve to head over to the cafe with you. The cafe was closed today so it was the perfect time to check on the animals and do inventory.

As the three of you headed towards the exit, you saw Jake standing on the sidewalk in front, pacing back and forth while having a conversation with himself. You stopped, torn between rage and sadness, remembering Jake often talked to himself when he had a difficult issue to work through.

You threw the door open, causing Jake to stop as he saw you heading towards him. “What the hell, Jensen? Why the fuck are you here?” You stopped in front of him, your hands clenched into fists at your side. You vaguely heard the door slam behind you followed by Colin yelling when it hit his face.

“Whoa, I am not here to fight or hurt you, I’m just here to talk,” Jake said, his hands held out in front of him. He looked over your shoulder, not missing the glare from Captain America and the douche frat boy he saw you with earlier. What the fuck was Captain America doing here? Fuck, this just kept getting worse.

“Talk about what? Why couldn’t we have had this talk ten years ago?” you said as you felt your anger spike, all of the emotions you’d thought you’d dealt with coming to the surface. “Why couldn’t we talk in the entire month that I called you after you left me? Why couldn’t we talk every time I sent you a text, or an email, or a letter? They were never returned, so I know you got them.” You felt the tears start falling, but at this moment, you couldn’t care less. “How about when I called you once a month after the first year, then once every few months, then once a year? Could we have talked when I finally took my engagement ring off, accepting and realizing you weren’t coming back?”

“Wormie, I didn’t leave you-” Jake started, sighing in frustration as Colin and Steve started walking towards you. “Can we please have this conversation without the threat of bodily harm from your bodyguards?” he asked as Steve and Colin stopped in front of you.

“What do we need to talk about, Jake?” you asked, your anger finally waning into sorrow and exhaustion. “Do we need to talk about how you left me with no explanation, no warning on the happiest night of my life? Or about how I didn’t get out of bed for months, barely eating or sleeping, or even living? Or how I finally had started to move on when you suddenly popped up again and threw my heart into the blender? What more is there to say, Jake. You fucked me, proposed to me, and then left me all alone, no explanation, all in the same day.” You wiped the tears that had escaped, your body slowly succumbing to all of the emotions you had kept hidden over the last decade.

“I didn’t fucking leave you! I heard your roommates talking to you about how you deserved better than some loser who was never going to give you the fucking life you deserved!” he yelled, his emotions finally spilling out along with everything he had wanted to tell you. “I listened to them tear me apart, over and over. Then I realized you hadn’t said anything. Not one word, just sat there listening to them. I saw your face, the worry etched in your eyes. I saw the doubt creep over as you started to listen to what they were saying. And in that moment I knew I had to do something, anything to be worthy of you. So I went with Pooch and Cougar, shipped out for basic a few days later.”

You felt Steve and Colin stir at your side the more emotional Jake became as he recounted his side to you. You turned to your friends, asking them to head to the cafe and please take care of the cats and inventory, knowing this was a conversation that was needed, no matter how much you didn’t want to have it.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, as he took another look at Jake. He’d never known the entire story, but he did know you were guarded and scared of anyone getting close to you. It had taken Colin and Steve over a year to earn a place in your life. Brat, Wanda and Doc were easier, all having been through their own trauma, allowing you to bond with the women easily. You never dated,, never even looked at men. He’d always wondered why you wore a stunning emerald ring around your neck on a chain instead of your finger, and now it made complete sense.

“I’m fine, really. Jake would never hurt me, well not physically anyway,” you said, showing Colin and Steve you weren’t scared and that this was something you needed to do. This was a long time coming, a chance you honestly never thought you would get, and now that the opportunity had arrived, you decided it was time to face it all, the good and the bad.

Steve and Colin nodded, giving you the space you needed, knowing you wouldn’t ask if you didn’t think you could handle this. You waited until your two friends had entered the cafe before you finally turned back to Jake. You saw the genuine emotion in his features even as he refused to look at you. You waited in silence, wanting Jake to continue where he had left off. After a few minutes of the quiet, Jake finally had calmed down enough to recount the story.

Hours after the proposal

You were so excited to show everyone your ring, so completely happy that your cheeks hurt from smiling. When the two of you finally came up for air, you went to share the news with your friends and roommates while Jake went to shower before meeting up with Pooch and Cougar. You held out your hand, for your friends to see, the happiness and smile on display for anyone to see. Your friends, who you would later learn were never really your friends at all, shared a look. You smile started to falter as you saw their faces, not understanding why they weren’t happy for you.

“Listen, I know you think you’re in love, and that Jensen is the one, but you’re so young,” Thing One said, her tone condescending and downright cruel. “You deserve more than what that loser can offer.” Thing One looked over at Thing Two and continued their unfair demolition of you and Jake Jensen.

“He will never be able to give you the life you deserve. He’s going to what, provide a lavish life as an IT Helpdesk specialist? Have you tried turning it off then back on?” Thing Two sneered and Thing One laughed along.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you asked, not sure if you were hearing things correctly or being overly sensitive. This had to be a joke, there was just no way these two women had fooled you for your entire college career. Had they always been this snotty, or did you just never spend enough time around them to see who they truly were.

“You are destined for such great things, and you deserve someone who can give you that lavish lifestyle,” Thing One replied as she moved to sit next to you. “Jake is the guy you date before you find the one. He’s the one who will teach you about wants and needs, and he will help you move on to the type of man that can provide that to you. Jake isn’t the one you marry.”

“See, once we leave this time in our life, you’ll grow and expand your horizon, and you’ll find the perfect man to give you financial security, along with plenty of play money and if you end up with kids, that’ll just secure that jackpot even more.” Thing Two sounded so superficial and vapid, making you question every interaction you’d ever shared, realizing these two were not friends, they were nothing but wolves in sheeps clothing.

“What about love? Sharing your life with the one person who understands everything about you? What about happiness at never having to go through this hard enough life alone because you’ve found the other half of who you are, the part of you that was always missing?” you questioned, completely blind sided by this entire conversation.

“Love is a kids fantasy and we aren’t children any more,” Thing One said, Thing Two shaking her head vigorously in agreement. “Love won’t pay the mortgage, the heat, the cars, the vacations. Love isn’t a true or feasible goal, it’s something poor people will hold on to because they let the dream of everything else pass them by.”

You stood up, your stomach sour, bile rising into the back of your throat. “This is the most vile and disgusting conversation I have ever had with you two. I love Jake Jensen with every cell and molecule in existence, and he loves me. He is not a loser. The only losers in this conversation are the two of you, and I pity you,” you spat, completely ignoring the looks of shock as you turned to walk away. “Love is the most amazing emotion in the world, keeping you warm, secure, and happy. The two of you will only know a man who will start cheating once your looks start to fade, trading you in for a younger woman. No amount of plastic surgery can change the fact that you have peaked, and it is only downhill from here on out.” You turned and walked into your room, completely ignoring the angry words being hurled in your direction, slamming the door in complete disgust. You threw yourself on your bed, taking out your phone to text Jensen, falling asleep as you waited for his reply. That reply would never come.

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“I heard them tell you how you deserved more, how I would never be able to take care of you, and you said nothing. Not one fucking word,” Jake accused, his voice wavering. “So I left, I went to become the man that you deserved, but when I came back, you were gone.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jake?!” you screamed causing him to take a step back. “You obviously didn’t hear anything cause I absolutely defended you! I was so in love with you, I would never have let anyone change my feelings toward you.”

You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten until you watched Jake flinch from you poking his chest with each word. At this moment though, you couldn’t care less.

“I ended my friendship with them over you. I never agreed with a fucking word they said, not one, but I may as well have since you just dipped, left me with no answers, no reason, no closure. You left me! You fucking left me and didn’t say one fucking word!” You couldn’t stop the tears, finally able to process the last ten years of emotions.

“I texted you, I emailed you, I called you, I did everything right, and you still fucking left me! You broke me, Jensen. You fucking broke me!” You’d started pounding on your fists on his chest, just wanting him to hurt as much as he had hurt you. Jake grabbed your hands as you slowed down, pulling you into his chest as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“I waited for you, I fell apart. I mourned for you every day, I was left wondering what I had done wrong. Did you not love me? Did you realize you wanted someone else? You fucking broke me, Jake Jensen, and I’ve never been whole since,” you cried as he cradled you, your face in the crook of his neck.

“I waited, I didn’t leave my bed, Jolene knew something but she wouldn’t tell me. I didn’t get out of bed for months after you left. I was a shell. I finally realized you weren’t coming back, so I got up, I went through the motions, I lived from day to day. I made friends. It took me a long time to let Steve, Colin, Brat, Doc, Wanda, and Bucky in, but they never left my side. Then ten years later, ten years after no contact, you pop back up, and now I’m back to being a shell.”

“Do you still love me? Or carry some of the same feelings still?” Jake asked quietly, his heart starting to race. “I never stopped loving you. Not once,” Jake admitted as the tears started falling.

“That’s not fair, Jake. You don’t get to break me then ask me if I still love you after I’ve slowly put myself back together.” You pulled yourself out Jake’s arms, immediately missing his warmth and comfort. “You don’t get to come back and ask about my feelings, they aren’t your concern anymore.” You pulled your chain out, running your ring back and forth across the chain, a nervous habit you’d never been able to stop.

Jake looked down, seeing the ring, and for one flicker of a second, he felt his heart soar. You still had his ring. You still wore his ring. He had a chance to prove himself and his feelings to you.

“I need time Jake, I need time.” You ran your hand through your hair, your resolve wavering just a little, but that wasn’t a road you could go down now. “How long are you going to be in town?”

Jake cleared his throat and wiped away his tears. “Uh, Clay said we have a mission here, I guess we’re going to be working with the Avengers, so we’ll be here until it’s done.”

“Well, you’ve already met Steve, and you’ll meet Brat, Doc, and Wanda soon, so good luck with that. Doc will neuter you,” you half joked, pretty sure she just might.

“Yeah, not the first time I’ve heard that, oddly enough,” Jake said. “Do you think we can talk when we get back?” Jake looked at you hopefully, giving you his soft puppy eyes you never could resist.

“I’ll think about it. Just….don’t die, we’ll talk when you get back, okay? That’s the most I can give you right now.” You kept playing with your ring before you realized that he had to have seen it by now. Tucking it back into your shirt, you smoothed your shirt and cleared your throat. “Don’t fucking die, and we’ll talk when you get back.”

“Music to my ears, Wormie. I’m coming back to you, and we will figure this all out. I never stopped loving you, haven’t dated anyone else at all, had you on my mind the entire time I’ve been gone.”

Jake threw his arms around you, and you allowed yourself to sink into his scent and warmth, as if you’d never been apart. Jake placed a kiss on your cheek and got back into his car, waving as he pulled away.

You watched his car disappear into traffic, your brain busy with everything that had happened in the last few weeks. Did you still love him? If you were being honest with yourself, you had never stopped, and that was the problem here. You turned and headed into the cafe, your mind wandering all over.

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It had been a few weeks since you had heard from anyone. You were used to Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Tony, Brat all going no contact while on missions, but now you also had Jake to worry about, and that wasn’t something you were used to. You tried to keep as busy as possible, and thankfully Tony seemed to know you needed this, and you threw all of your time and energy into it.

You worked extra hours at the shelter, working to get all of the pets up to date on their vaccinations, addressing all medical concerns, and getting all of the animals spayed or neutered. You had just returned from picking up a new intake who needed to have an eye and tail removed, a stray found in pretty bad shape and brought to you by Colin for help.

“Hey Seamus,” you said as he climbed out of the carrier, stretching his body then immediately wrapping himself around your ankles, his purr the only noise in the room. “I heard you tried to eat the techs, Seamus. We talked about this.” Seamus looked at you, turning his head to the side and meowing in response to your admonitions. “They said you were extra spicy and almost sent one to the techs to the hospital.” Seamus chuffed, walking over to inspect the food and water bowl you had set up in your office.

“Alright you little shit, let me work for a little bit, then we’ll head home.” You moved behind your desk, opening your laptop to go over the final details for the adoption benefit set to happen in two weeks. You let your mind get lost in the planning, finally not thinking about Jake or your friends.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been working, but you finally decided to give up when the words started blending and blurring together. You stood and stretched, your back and neck sore from being in the same position. Seamus looked up at you from his perch on the window in your office, annoyed at having been disturbed.

“Come on, Spicy Seamus, let’s go home.” You grabbed his harness and leash, bending over to allow him to step in so you could fasten him in. You turned and grabbed your purse, opening your door and shutting off the light as you and Seamus made your way out to your car. You opened your passenger side door, allowing Seamus to jump in. You locked his harness into the seatbelt, closed his door and made your way to the driver's seat.

You made the short trip home, you and Seamus making it inside just as the sun was rising over the horizon. Another day done with still no word from anyone. You fed Seamus, washed your face and brushed your teeth. You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, your exhaustion finally catching up to you.

You slept for a few hours, your dreams restless, your subconscious returning back to Jake at every twist and turn. You woke up covered in sweat, unsure of exactly where you were, your dreams so real. You heard your phone ringing, the sound part of what woke you up so suddenly. You looked at the caller ID, your heart dropping into your stomach as you answered the call. You listened, a familiar voice coming over the line, confirming your worst fears. Jake, Steve, and Pooch were missing, having never returned from their portion of the mission. They had been missing for about two weeks, but the team stayed to look for them, only giving in when they needed to come back and replenish their supplies

You stayed still, almost scared to breathe as he talked, hoping you were still dreaming. Cougar said they were leaving again, bringing Sam, Nat, Doc, and Thor along with them, all hands on deck. Cougar promised he would call again as soon as they had any additional news, then waited for you to acknowledge the conversation before he disconnected the call.

You sat still, your phone still clenched in your hand, your body and mind slipping into shock. Seamus pranced in, jumping onto your bed and laying directly in your lap, his front paws on your chest as he purred. You finally let your emotions in, allowing yourself to fall apart as Seamus continued his comfort. You finally fell victim to your emotions, falling into another restless sleep as your nightmares continued to haunt you.

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You spent the next three days in bed, not eating, not showering, not sleeping, only getting up to feed Seamus then go back to bed. Colin received a call from Doc alerting him to the situation when no one had been able to reach you, your phone going straight to voicemail, your texts unread and unanswered.

Colin knew he had to step in when he received a call from the veterinarian you used for the shelter animals called him regarding missed appointments. Colin knew how much the animals meant to you, and with the adoption event so close, he was absolutely certain you would never miss any appointment let alone the ones needed to make these animals adoptable.

You heard the door to your apartment open but you didn’t stir. You didn’t care. All you cared about was Jake and you had lost him again, along with your best friend, maybe for good. Colin knocked on your room door before entering and sitting down next to you on the bed. You didn’t say anything, didn’t even move, barely breathing.

“I took the rest of the dogs in for their shots, the doc says they’re good to go for the adoption event. The cats are all good, Shirley has been taking care of them. The cafe is good to go, I just did inventory. Tony’s party planners are coming tomorrow, I think this is a meeting you’re going to need to take. I’m not too sure what you already had planned.” Colin finished, looking at the TV running quietly in the background, knowing you would say something when you were ready.

“I should have told him before he left,” you said after an hour or so, your voice raspy and strained from not being used. “I still wore his ring, I never stopped loving him, and I didn’t tell him. I just told him not to die, and now I may not see him again.” Your shoulders shook, sobs wracking your body as you finally allowed yourself to feel something, anything.

You turned over and looked at Colin, your tears falling freely as you finally acknowledged your friend and your emotions. Colin opened his arms, allowing you to curl up into him, your head on his chest as you sobbed, his hand rubbing up and down your back as he just allowed you to be. Your friends knew you didn’t like showing your emotion, but the few times you did, they allowed you to just work through it.

After a little bit, your tears finally stopped, your mind finally clearing a little with the release of everything you had needed and wanted to admit leaving your lips. Colin stayed silent, waiting to follow your lead in this situation.

“What time is the meeting with the planners tomorrow?” you asked Colin, as you threw the covers back and got out of your bed. You stopped, fully taking in your smell, highly upset you weren’t able to move away from it.

“They said ten in the morning, but I can move it if you need me to,” Colin replied, breathing through his mouth to not breathe in the nuclear scent wafting off you, but trying very hard not to make you feel any worse than you already did.

“No, ten will be fine. Do any of the animals need a once over before the event?” you continued as you pulled out clean clothes and a towel and headed towards your bathroom. You propped the door to hear Colin and to allow some steam to leave the bathroom as you tended to bathe in temperatures only a demon could love.

“No, barring any emergencies, but all of them are spayed, neutered, and vaccinated. Where’s my Spicy Seamus?” Colin asked as he looked for his furry friend. Colin was obsessed with Seamus even if the cat didn’t care for him whatsoever. “Ow! What the fuck, Seamus? I just tried to give you some food you grumpy ass-”

“Colin! Stop calling my cat names!” Seamus trotted over to you, as you brushed your hair, throwing a triumphant look at Colin as the man stuck his tongue out at the cat. You rolled your eyes, telling Colin how absolutely ridiculous it was for him to argue with a cat. Colin said Seamus started it.

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This was your life leading up to the day of the event. Colin was by your side, fighting with Seamus and keeping you together, the staff helping with the cafe and shelter allowing you to focus on the final details of the event.

You revealed the theme to your staff and volunteers as you made sure each one had an invite to this event. You’d decided on a theme near and dear to your heart, 90’s grunge. The decor you’d decided on was album covers from your favorite music era, the music being the same as the theme.

What you didn’t know is Tony had managed to book one of your favorite bands, a surprise he’d orchestrated before the team had left to find Jake, Steve, and Pooch. You hadn’t heard anything yet, and Colin tried to keep you as busy as possible, knowing if you slowed down, you’d sink back down into your depression hole, and Jake wouldn’t want to see that when he got back. Neither would Steve.

Colin kept in touch with Brat and Clay, getting daily updates on the progress of the rescue mission. As of his last conversation with Clay this morning, there were a few leads to follow up on, and they seemed to be close to finding their missing team. Colin didn’t tell you any of the updates, not wanting to see you spiral or get your hopes too high depending on the conversation.

Before you knew it, the day of the event had arrived. The shelter was busy hanging all of the album covers for the pets, your idea for marketing the dogs and cats. Each album was a famous cover with the pet featured as the main image, the bottom of the cover giving the biography and details of each animal up for adoption. The door between the shelter and cafe would be open, allowing patrons and possible adopters to move freely between both buildings.

After making sure every last detail was tended to, you went home and changed into your outfit: JNKO jeans with holes in the knees, a tank top with gray and black plaid flannel layered overtop, and your absolutely favorite Doc Marten Mary Janes. Your hair was pulled back away from your face, your makeup light and airy.

You heard your front door open and close, not surprising as you were waiting for Colin to come over so you both could head out together. “Hey, can you feed Seamus without him killing you this time?” you yelled out as you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You made sure you had your necklace with your ring on, not that you ever took it off, but you always checked, just in case.

“I’m almost done!” you called as you grabbed your wallet and keys, making your way into the living room. “Hey, Colin are you-” you stopped short as you took in the sight in front of you. It wasn’t Colin standing there, petting your one eyed friend, nope. That sure as fuck was not Colin. You stopped short as you watched him stand straight, your eyes not believing what you were seeing.

“Hey Wormie,” Jake said as he locked eyes with you. He stood still, waiting for you to say anything, something, but you just stood there staring at him. “I asked them not to call you, I wanted to come straight over and see you-” Jake started, trying to fill the silence before you moved.

You crossed the room, running to Jake, throwing your arms around him as your lips met his to stop his nervous rambling. You kissed him intensely, not stopping for anything. You needed Jake, needed to feel Jake, needed to know Jake was here and not going anywhere. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you over to the wall, placing your back against it as he stopped kissing you long enough for you to remove your clothes as he removed his, immediately kissing you again as he plunged into you, neither of you wasting any time.

Jake stopped, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust, his lips never leaving your skin once. “Jake, I need you,” you whispered, pleading with Jake to move as he continued kissing every bit of flesh he could find.

Jake started moving, his lips finding yours again. You kissed each other breathless, resting your foreheads against one another and panting, then kissing again, not wanting any space between the two of you. You’d been apart long enough, there wasn’t any more time to waste. Jake dropped his hand down, immediately finding your clit, rubbing expertly to bring you over the edge, his mouth swallowing your sound as you fell over.

Jake didn’t stop, continuing his ministrations as your second orgasm fell before you had finished the first, the clench causing Jake to cum, emptying himself into you as you both fought to catch your breath. You kept kissing Jake as you both came down, as if trying to make yourself believe he was really here.

“I’m here,” Jake said as he held you close, still seated inside of you, needing to know you were just as real as he was in this moment. He continued to reassure you that he was here, he was real, that this time, he was not going anywhere. You don’t know when you’d started crying, but you felt the tears running down your face.

You and Jake moved from the wall to the bathroom where you both got lost in each other again before finally cleaning yourself and him, getting dressed and making your way to the benefit hand in hand, not that everyone there didn’t know exactly what had just happened. You both wore the marks all over, but Tony was the only one to say anything at all.

“So glad you could finally make it, you disgusting humans. Please tell me you at least showered before gracing us with your presence,” Tony said, flinching and crying when you punched him in the arm. “Geez, I don’t envy you at all, Jensen.” Tony winked as you flipped him the bird as he walked away.

“I’m glad I could finally make it too,” Jake said as he kissed you again. You could finally say the same thing, your world feeling full and where it was always meant to be as you watched your friends and family enjoy themselves around you. You kissed Jake, hugged Colin, took pictures with all of the animals as they were adopted, and just started living, something you hadn’t been able to do for years. Your heart was finally home.

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Hello, cheleah

I am wondering... actually it's what happen in real life in some Vtubers I follow and this thing is give me an idea

So can I have a fic or drabble about reader playing video games with Jake Jensen

It's kind of like PUBG or Tarktov, and reader want to bring sth she find in the world and pass the chapter. Maybe it's an eternal flower(?

But reader's character got shoot and die, and Jake prise her that he would bring the sth and pass this chapter, he actually killed other 3 players with heavy equipment.

You have any right to change the plots.

Love you and thank you

hello darling, I hope you like this, I'm not really that well-versed in games like this, haha. I love you too!

summary - you die trying to finish the quest, only for jake to become your knight in shining armour.

warning - death, blood, killing.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“I got it! I got it! I’m bringing it back to finish the world!” You rant, focusing on your little character, and a gasp falls from your lips as you watch your character fall, blood splattering on the screen as your character dies. You pout, tears filling your eyes as you realise your hard work has gone to waste.

“Don’t worry. I’ll bring it back for you.” Jake reassures you, promising you as he comes and collects the item, he runs through the map, making it toward the end before he’s stopped by three other players. Jake smiles, “I’ve always wanted to use this!” His character tucks the item away, pulling out a rocket launcher and aiming it at the players, shooting and watching with a smile as they all blow up. He makes it to the end, and you jump on him when it says they’ve passed, pressing kisses all over his face.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Jake rests his hands on your hips, his cheeks pink.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He��s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

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peyton-warren · 1 year

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Between a Wolf and A Hard Place Series Masterlist

Jake Jensen x Reader with a large side of Captain Syverson. Angst, fluff and violence. Your significant other comes home from a mission to find someone unexpected in your newly shared home

Warnings: mostly angst and fluff. And there is one solid punch in the mix.

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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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