#obviously picture to burn was before jake but still

[gyusrose]

➵ burning desire -> s.jy

⚠︎ smut (mdni)

✎ pervert!jake x innocent reader, praising, dirty talk, bj, oblivious reader, masturbation, corruption kink, cursing.

summary: you never thought that the person you would ask to take your virginity would be your roommate’s best friend.

wc: 2.5k

(jake x fem.reader)

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“oh jake’s coming over by the way.” sunghoon, your roommate/ child hood friend said as he walked into the living room to where you were.

you weren’t surprised at this point. jake should just move in at this point from how much he comes over. even though he comes pretty much everyday, you’re still kinda awkward with him. you’ve probably had a total of three full conversations with him. sunghoon had many other friends yet jake is the only one who would come over.

“i’ll go get some groceries, since the fridge looks so sad, if he comes before me just tell him i’ll be back.” sunghoon said before grabbing his keys and leaving the loft.

great. it’s gonna be him and you alone. can you get any luckier ?

not even ten minutes passed after sunghoon left when you heard your doorbell echo throughout the house. knowing who it was, you took a deep sigh and opened the front door, revealing a messily-haired jake. he had on an oversized zip-up jacket with some baggy jeans. you’d never admit this out loud but he was very attractive. maybe that’s the reason you can’t seem to talk with him, you’ll just get too nervous around him.

jake smiled at your presence. he saw the absence of sunghoon’s car and was more than thrilled to be with you all alone.

truth be told, jake was actually obsessed with you. from the way you act, tell jokes, to the way you smell. he never missed an opportunity to be close to you. you were very oblivious to this. not noticing how some of your panties would go missing whenever he came over, or how he would blatantly stare at your ass anytime you bent down or just turned around in general. jake loved that. he wanted to ruin you.

you looked adorable today, with your skimpy baby blue shorts that barely covered your ass and a simple white tank top, ‘unfortunately with a bra on’ jake thought.

sunghoon’s better than him, cus’ he would’ve fucked you the moment you moved in.

“sunghoon went to get some groceries, he’ll be back shortly, come in.” you softly smiled, letting jake walk through the doorstep.

“how’s college going?” he asked you, sitting down on the brown couch.

“it’s going alright, just a lot of work.” you awkwardly giggled.

“have you gone to the parties?”

“erm..not really, i don’t really like that environment anyways. i prefer staying in my room.” you were now sitting on the sofa across from him.

that’s another thing jake loved about you. you were so well-behaved. from what he knows, because sunghoon has told him, you’ve never gotten wasted or anything, you were that type of girl, you’re always on top of your schoolwork, leading you to be a valedictorian in high school. you were probably even still a virgin.

“ i’ll be right back, i need to go take a quick shower.”

jake, being who he is, obviously took this opportunity for himself. sneakily opening your bathroom door an inch, enough to see you in it. although the fog stained on the glass shower didn’t let him see your bare body, the image was exotic. he could see your hands wander all across your wet body. the fact that he couldn’t see all of you turned him in even more.

it didn’t take long for him to coming your bedroom (which he knows like the back of his hand) and engulf himself into the comfort of your bed. gosh he loved your scent so fucking much. he knew he didn’t have much time so he lowered his jeans along with his boxers and wrapped his hand around his cock.

his breath got louder along with his moans, hoping you wouldn’t hear him. he accelerated his hand motion, closing his eyes imagining you. pictures of you in the shower showing in his mind, wanting to fuck you against that wet wall. it didn’t take long for his cum to spurt out over his bare stomach along with his hand.

he quickly got dressed properly and wiped his hands, trying to leave your room as soon as possible, not before going into your cabinet where you keep your panties, grabbing a new pair since the ones he had at home were used and dirty from his juices. he shoved it in his pocket trying to run out, but before he knew it he heard the door click open.

naturally his brain got into fight or flight, looking for the nearest place to hide in, running to your closet.

you walked into your room, nothing but a towel wrapped around your wet body. jake didn’t fully close the closet door, this allowed him to see you. he hoped you wouldn’t come into the closet, knowing how embarrassing and overall weird it would be to find your friend’s friend in your bathroom hiding.

jake’s prayers were answered as you already had the clothes you were going to put on neatly folded on top of your nightstand. while grabbing your clothes, you noticed how awfully disorganized your bed was. did you leave it like this ? almost like a figure was there.

you brushed it off and got to changing. you let go of your towel letting it drop to the floor. jake was in heaven. his breath hitched, almost gasping out loud at what he was seeing. he put a hand over his mouth to get himself caught. you were perfect.

you clipped a bra around your perfectly sat tits, just like jake imagined them, fuck he could feel himself getting hard again. he’s about to burst out the door and have you bouncing on his dick.

you then opened your the drawer were you would keep all your panties and grabbed a pair, you’ve noticed how you haven’t seen some of your panties in a long time. like the one with the pink bows? gone. the baby blue ones? gone. the dark red ones? gone. and it’s always your favourites too.

you quickly put it on, remembering that jake is downstairs and you don’t want him to be alone for long and become bored.

jake was enjoying the show. you don’t know you’re being watched yet the way you’re putting in your clothes is so seductive. or maybe jake’s just horny.

you soon finish and grab the towel to put it back into the bathroom, leaving your room.

jake knew this was his only chance and sprinted to the living room. trying to not make noise as well. in the span of fifteen seconds he was downstairs, seated. exactly ten seconds later, he heard a front door opening revealing sunghoon. he always gets away with it

>>

“ _______ are you going to live like this for the rest of your life? “ your friend, giselle, said. she would not die before she gets you to attend those goofy frat parties.

“i’m happy like this gis, i don’t want to be around sweaty drunk people, sorry.” as much as you loved giselle, the two of you were the complete opposite.

“just for like an hour or so, so you can live it. you’ll regret not having fun once you grow old!”

although you did not want to go an inch, you give a thought to what she said. she could be right. you’ll feel out of place for sure, but maybe it’s not as bad as you think?

“i guesssssss….” you quietly said but giselle heard you loud and clear, jumping in excitement as if she just won the lottery.

“alright alright let’s calm down.”

“you pulling up to yeonjun’s party tonight?” sunghoon asked jake while they played on the gaming console.

“erm i’m not sure, I’ve got schoolwork to do.”

“jake sim missing a party? that’s some i thought ill never hear.” jake rolled his eyes at his comment.

“literally everyone is going though, even _______.”

jake’s mind lit up. you were going? what in the world made you go? suddenly jake’s dying to go too.

“she is? i thought she hated those things..”

“i thought so too, but supposedly her friend begged her to go and she wants to try it out.”

of course giselle was behind this. jake knew the two of you were inseparable, and she wasn’t the best influence either.

“i’ll see if i go..” jake said before shifting the conversation to another topic.

>>

“isn’t this too much?” you asked looking at yourself in the mirror. the dress, to anyone else, looked completely normal for a party, yet for you, it was way too open and revealing, specially in the chest area. ( it’s just a v-neck)

“you think this is too much? please. it’s not even short short, besides your boobs look great.” you don’t get it. what makes them so great?

“alright let’s go now, before they finish all the booze.” giselle dragged you outside, getting into her car.

jake was starting to believe you simply weren’t coming. you wouldn’t. you’d hate it here.

his mind stopped talking when he saw you. that wasn’t you. who took over you? you looked very unlike yourself. a skimpy dress that barely covered your body. who the hell ? he could not get hard in the middle of a party surrounded by his friends, so he looked away, trying to ignore you as hard as it was.

“wait _____ you’re a virgin?!” one of giselle’s friends, karina, exclaimed after she asked you why you looked so tense.

“is that that obvious?” you’ve never bothered thinking about losing your virginity. it honestly seemed painful that one time you had to write an essay about sexual reproduction sophomore year of high school, so you never went back to it. you don’t have the time for any of that nonsense.

“holy shit you’re the first person in college i’ve met that’s still a virgin! “

you don’t get what’s so surprising. you’re still young anyway. either way, you barely know how to satisfy someone or even yourself.

“wait have you even masturbated?” you shook your head no. the gasps that fell from the table y’all were sitting at could be heard all over the frat house.

“shut up you’re joking, actually?”

“girl what do you do for fun?”

“you need to get laid so you can feel how good it is i swear.”

you quickly dismissed her other friend, ningning’s request. you were too nervous to even go up to a man, how the heck could you just do it with him?

“this room is drowning with fine men, and you’re hot, simple hook.” her other friend said, chaewon. damn giselle’s more popular than you thought.

“i really don’t know anyone here, it’ll be too awkward..” you scratched your neck. this just made you realize how disconnected socially you were. you only knew sunghoon and jake out of the thousand people here.

“wait her roommate is sunghoon right giselle?” giselle nodded at kazuha’s question.

“wait sunghoon? ew no. i’ve known him forever we’re like siblings!” kazuha chuckled.

“no not him! but his bestie, jake. he’s been glancing at our table since we got here. you know him?”

jake? you never thought of him that way. sure he was handsome and very honestly your type of guy, but would he really? from what you know, he's not that type of guy. sunghoon described him as the "purest" of his friend group. (girl if only you knew..)

“he’s cute, and kazuha’s right, he keeps staring at you.” giselle adds on.

jake couldn’t enjoy himself. knowing you’re here somehow affects him more than he thought it would. he should’ve stayed playing on his playstation.

while the rest of his friends went on to dance with their girlfriends, jake stood there seated on the stool. glancing your direction every now and then, hoping to god you wouldn’t catch him. he was so lost in his head that he didn’t even notice someone standing next to him.

almost as if you could read his mind, there you were. standing, arms crossed, bitting your lip nervously. like you had something to tell him.

you’ve never flirted with anyone before, you’re just going to ‘wing it’ like chaewon said.

“______? i thought you didn’t like this environment.” he started the conversation, quoting what you said to him a couple of days ago when he visited.

you laughed nervously. “ha, yea, still do but i guess i just wanted to try it out for once.” jake could tell something’s up. normally you wouldn’t be so nervous talking to him. or maybe he just looks real fine tonight.

to ease up the tension, jake led the conversation pretty smoothly. mostly asking you about school and such. thankfully, you looked more relaxed a couple of minutes into the conversation, he really is a great talker, you thought.

somehow the topic tumbled over boyfriends and girlfriends. you don’t know how.

“seriously? i don’t believe you!” jake said as you told him your very empty love life. jake already knew this obviously, he just pretended to not know so you wouldn’t be weirded out.

“have you?” you asked. jake nodded. “ like three in high school but none during college, just hook-ups i guess.” your eyes widened, not expecting that last part. this is what sunghoon thinks of as ‘pure’ ?

“what is that surprising?” jake chuckled after seeing your reaction. you waved him off denying it, but it was actually shocking.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to react like that.”

“it’s cool don’t worry. i’m guessing you don’t do those kind of things.” your cheeks were tinted red. the way he was staring at you at that moment did something inside you that you’ve never felt before.

“uh, no never actually.” jake just smirked at your response, now catching up on why you came up to him so nervous.

jake never thought this day would actually come. he had you asking him to “show him how to do it.”

and there he was, showing you. you were on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those cute doe eyes of yours.

“just stroke it baby , up and down, slowly.” you were almost scared of screwing it up. your hand can barely wrap around his dick completely. jake had to hold himself together, he could cum right now.

“fuck yeah just like that baby, now faster.” you do as told, noticing how lubricated he’s become. you were engrossed at his reactions. he was groaning and moaning with every stroke you gave.

“open your mouth baby, i wanna feel it.” mouth?

“my mouth? do i just suck it? or ?”

“just open it baby.” you soon opened your mouth while he gathered your hair into a ponytail in his hands. pushing himself in as much as he could.

you did what your intuition told you to and began sucking it and licking it, catching jake by surprise.

“shit princess. stepping ahead i see.” his head thrown back, this might be the best head he’s ever gotten.

the image of the way your small mouth wrapped around his cock drove him insane.

jake started moving his hips up into your mouth, making you gag. although you pretty much couldn’t breath properly. you…liked it? you did not want to let go of him.

“fuck baby, stop i can’t cum so fast, i need to fuck you.” he said pushing you off of his dick, laying you down on his bed, bare right in front of him.

your heart started to speed up, was this actually about to happen?

“relax baby, i promise ill try to make it as enjoyable as possible. trust me.” he said kissing your plump lips.

jake looked calm and cool on the outside but was he panicking on the inside. like he said before, he can’t believe the day finally came.

his hands rummaged through your body, fuck it was literally perfect. just like the last time he saw it.

his fingers found your pussy, rubbing your clit, catching you by surprise. you’ve never had this sort of sensation before. as he kept teasing your heat and sucking your clit, you get what the girls were talking about.

“oh my- “ you could barely speak as jake was too fixated in your pussy. your fingers entangled between his locks, you’ve really been missing out.

jake pulled away, earning a whine form the loss of contact, but then you saw him grab a condom and roll on to him.

you took a deep breath as he lined himself up in your entrance.

“it’s going to hurt a little at first baby, it’s normal, just relax okay?” you nodded and kissed him before he entered inch by inch.

jake in reality wanted to pound into you. seeing your expressions with his cock inside of you isn’t helping.

it hurt more than a ‘little’ , you had to admit. as he fully entered you, jake groped your breast, kissing them, leaving hickeys all over them. knowing that no other man has been able to do this to you made him moan. you’re all his.

“you can move..” you said getting the green light to start to thrust.

soon the pain you felt in the beginning, vanished as you suddenly wanted him to go faster and faster.

“oh fuck right there!” this was the first time jake heard you curse and fuck was it hot.

“yea baby? want me to go faster? you love this cock that much already hm?” you nodded desperately.

jake was over the moon, this was so much better than what he imagined. you were like an actual goddess, he was the lucky one.

jake, wanting to go deeper, grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulders, leaning down.

you felt like you were in another world. you had no idea you could feel this amount of pleasure ever. you were almost crying from the level of ecstasy.

“i f-feel something, i think i’m going to come…” you said, unsure of what the feeling was.

“shit baby me too, cum all over my dick like the good girl you are.” your legs trembled as you felt some sort of relief wash over your body. both jake and you moaned as your climaxes reach over.

pulling out and dispensing his condom, jake laid next to you, grabbing your waist.

“so…what do you think?” he said caressing your cheek. you looked at him in awe.

“should’ve done that a long time ago.”

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[topichoon]

All Mine - Sim Jaeyun

Genre: smut, angst, and friends to lovers trope

Pairing: bestfriend!jake x fem!reader

Warnings: pet names, oral sex (f and m receiving), traditional sex, face fucking, hair pulling, drinking, jake is a bit jealous, curse words, jake says whore and slut to the reader, but only like once or twice, more…?

A/N: I got inspo from the song “All Mine” by PLAZA for the title. So I kinda based the story off of the vibes i got from the song ig?

“Guys we’re gonna be late!” Yunjin yells from down the hall.

I finish putting on my silk black dress on. Which hugs my curves perfectly and makes my ass look good. But can’t forget about my tits, they are practically pouring out of the top.

I haven’t seen my childhood best friend in forever. It’s been about 4 years since I’ve seen him. Jake. I obviously want to impress him because the last time he saw me…let’s just say I looked rough.

I take one final deep breath looking in the full length mirror, my ysl heels topped with my painted toe nails. Along with my fresh acrylic set I got done yesterday, the sparkling gems looking expensive just like me. My long silky smooth hair freshly curled.

I make my way downstairs to the front door where my friends are waiting. I watch there’s eyes widen and smiles brighten when they notice me.

“Damn! Girl you are not playing around tonight!” Sakura says shocked looking me up and down.

“It’s cause Jake’s gonna be there~” Kazuha mumbles but loud enough for all of us to hear.

My pupils dilate just from hearing his name. I wonder how he looks like now, the last time I saw him he was honestly pretty shy and innocent.

“I knew you had a reason to be looking this sexy tonight. Even though you do every day but especially tonight.” Chaewon giggles while smirking to herself.

I blush slightly the heat on my cheeks burning my skin. We all walk outside to the limo parked out front. I sit down on the squishy seat putting my bag to the side. Yunjin almost immediately grabs a pack of sour gummy worms which makes us all laugh.

“Ayy don’t judge me! These things are too good to not eat right away.” She playfully rolls her eyes at us.

We all laugh together in unison. I take out my phone to see a text notification pop up. It’s Jake. I lick my lips anxiously and open up the message.

Jakey 😛: Hey Y/nnnie! I can’t believe I’m gonna finally see you tonight after all that time. I still got my matching bracelet on from when we were young.

Me: Jakey hi! Omg same it’s been forever! Awww so do I! But what if you’re lying send a pic for proof😡

Jakey 😛: hmm fine *1 attachment*

WHAT THE FUCK! When did he get this attractive??!

Jakey 😛: gonna keep admiring me or are you gonna send a pic for proof as well?

Me: nahh I’m not sending one you’ll see me at the party anywaysss. Gotta keep it a suprise can’t make you get a boner before the party even starts

Jakey 😛: oh whatever y/nnieee you’re probably wet just looking at that picture of me. I know it :)

Well he wasn’t wrong…but what is wrong is us talking like this. I mean we’ve had conversations like this when we were younger and more rebellious. But we aren’t even that close anymore so I don’t know what his intentions are.

Me: yaaaaaa, no. I’m most definitely not 👎 nice try though jakey

Jakey 😛: whatever makes you sleep at night 😇

Me: 😒 you’re no fun. Well I’m almost at the party so bye byeeee

Jakey 😛: bye y/nnie 😉

The limo pulls up to Heeseung’s mansion filled with a bunch of people partying. We all get out and take in the atmosphere. Walking through the front door we all get greeted by the Lee Heeseung.

“Hey ladies thanks for showing up. Oh y/n is that you?” Heeseung looks at me almost as if he is observing me.

“Yep that’s me.” I nod slowly still unsure why he asked me that.

“Damn,” Heeseung bites his lip looking me up at down “well Jake was waiting for you inside. He’s one lucky fucker that’s for sure, to have such a hot girlfriend like you.” Heeseung smirks.

“Oh we aren’t dat-“ I say before I get cut off by someone standing behind me.

“Yeah I am very lucky. Now please leave my girlfriend alone, thank you.” Jake says in a low tone.

Heeseung quickly walks the other way while me and Jake walk through the front door together. My friends already finding men to chat it up with. While on our way in I look at Jake.

“Why did you say that we were dating?” I question him curiously.

“Y/n. He is a pervert and I wouldn’t want him taking advantage of you. Especially not here, he isn’t a good guy to be around.” He sighs still keeping his firm grip around my waist.

I nod slowly still taking in all of this information. I remember heeseung during grade 8, the last year before I had to transfer to a different school. He was a goody two shoes, never let any girl cross his path. Too school focused maybe all that studying finally broke him.

Jake and I make our way to the dance floor where he finally loosens his grip on me. Now I take the time to really soak him up. His brown eyes feeling as if they are burning right through my skin. His soft fluffy hair that I so wish I could run my hair through right now. But can’t since my hands are trapped between our bodies. Finally, his lips. I always had wondered how they would be like to kiss.

They are so plush, soft, and smooth. Would he be a soft or aggressive kisser? Oh how I wish I could see for myself. I’m not quite sure if he ever has got around, but from his looks I would assume he definitely has. How could he not have girls practically drooling over him. I mean I have only been with him for about a couple minutes and my self respect is already long gone.

“My eyes are up here y/n~” he smirks and points up to his eyes.

Although his eyes weren’t the same as they were when I previously had looked at them. They were full of lust and need, but I can’t quite make out who they are for. Could it be for me? It can’t possibly be for me, I’m not even half as pretty as the girls from his school.

Jake travels his hands around my body. Along with his eyes, moving wherever but landing on a particular spot. My boobs. I decide to tease him just like he did.

“My eyes are up here Sim~” I say in a mocking tone. Although Jake just laughs deeply.

“Well my eyes don’t wanna go up there, I think they like where they are right now.” He teases right back.

But this time I don’t even know what to say back. This was not the same Jake I knew before I left. He’s no longer shy or innocent, he’s confident and way far from innocent.

“Cat got your tongue?” He finally moves his eyes up to mine and locks his gaze onto mine. Eyes so sharp I swear they could cut glass.

I decide to not say anything and test the waters a little bit, because if he can tease then I can too. I bring his hand up more so now it’s resting on my tit. Looking up into his eyes with my doe ones.

Instead of him being disgusted he enjoys it. Squeezing onto the flesh softly just to get a reaction out of me.

“You’ve matured a lot y/n,” he admires my whole body slowly, taking time to look at every inch of me. “and your face..so beautiful and gorgeous.” He looks up at my face.

I feel my cheeks burning up which I can guarantee is visible to Jake. I just hope the bright strobe lights don’t make it obvious on my face. We stay like this for a few minutes bodies so close together, no room even for air to come through. Our arms tangled, mine in his hair while his rest on all different places of me body.

My friends and his walk up to us. Making it clear that they have had their fair share of drinks tonight. “Guysss let’s play spin the bottleeee!” Jay tries to yell but his voice gives out at the end.

We agree and all walk over to the floor in the open living room. We all sit down gathering around an open and empty beer bottle. Sunghoon to my left and Jake to my right.

“Alright I’ll spin first.” Sunghoon announces. Spinning the bottle it of course lands on me. My eyes widen and I curl my lips anxiously.

“Make out with her on your lap!” Kazuha screamed.

Sunghoon makes eye contact with me and immediately smirks. Patting down on his thighs for me to get on top of him. I move over settling my whole weight on him.

He grabs my face and brings me in. Placing his lips on mine and kissing very aggressively, that is basically too aggressive to the point where it’s uncomfortable. I kiss back trying to match the same rhythm.

What I don’t notice is next to me sits a jealous Jake watching with anger. His fists clenched together tightly. He can barely watch he is getting too worked up. It’s not even his girlfriend but yet he feels extremely jealous.

“Okay times up.” Jake glares at Sunghoon still kissing me.

I get myself off of him a little too soon. “Was the kiss that bad y/n?” Yunjin asks me confused.

“Huh? Oh n-no it was good…really good.” I lie but everyone but Jake believes it. Jake is super good at seeing right through me. He smirks to himself at the fact that he knows for sure I didn’t enjoy it.

We do a few more rounds before it comes to the end. There is one more round left and it is Jake’s turn. He spins the bottle and surprise it lands on….me. He turns to me with a proud look on his face.

“You know how about we spice things up a little bit. Jake and Y/n 20 minutes in heaven.” Kazuha insists.

“Kazuha what? Isn’t it 7 minutes in heaven, not 20??” Sakura asks a little confused.

“Yes it is. Buttttt, 7 minutes is not enough time to get it all on so we need to give them more time.” Kazuha says with a sly grin on her face.

She signals Jake and I off and so we do. He is quick to put my hand into his, leading us upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms in Heeseung’s huge house.

We make it up to the room and he shuts the door behind me locking the handle. He mumbles a quick fuck before sitting back down on the bed. He rolls his head back and groans. I look at him confused why all of a sudden he would make such a sound.

He sees he got my attention and smirks. “Look at what you did to me. I had to deal with this the whole night Y/n.” He points at his hard groin. The fabric becoming to tight on him it feels like his cock is going to explode.

Instead of replying I walk up to him getting on top of him, straddling his lap and leaning in closer. Closing any gap that we have to be as close as humanly possible. I press my lips against his and he almost immediately kisses back. Our lips moving perfectly together not too slow and not too fast. Just right, the two of us together. Like two puzzle pieces connected at last.

He doesn’t waste no time before forcing his tongue into my mouth. Letting him take the lead sneakily move my hands to the buttons on his suit. Working as fast as I can to unbutton every single one. I finally get the last button done with and slide his shirt off throwing it onto the ground.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you?” He pulls away looking at his shirt already off. I nod desperately which turns him on even more. He’s never seen this side of me ever which makes him excited to see what else he’ll get to see of me tonight.

“Lay back.” I demand trying to sound forceful but say it with a whine instead.

He doesn’t waste no time before following what I said. He puts his hands behind his head, his eyes following to see what I’m going to do. The excitement sparks behind his eyes, but also filled with tons of curiosity.

I trace my tongue along his abs. Swirling it around every ab. His body tenses from the wetness of my tongue moving all over him. I unbutton his pants and lower down his boxers, to reveal a hard, thick, and long cock that springs right out slapping against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight. I pepper kisses all along the tip and swirl my tongue along it.

Before taking it in, I’m not even halfway there before I start gagging from his size. “Doing so good f’me y/n..” he whines out. I open my mouth wider to take more of him.

“Yeah that’s it— take all of me baby.” Jake groans out loudly. His words make me wet and unbearably horny. I start bobbing my head up and down on his dick. I finally take all of him making him let out a lot of whines and groans.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop..” he pants out heavily. His body tightens and he breaths even heavier. “F-fuck I’m close baby” he starts thrusting himself into my mouth.

His thrusts get more aggressive, signaling me he’s close. “Just like that— I’m so close” he manages to get out.

And just like that he comes all in my mouth. “Mhm, swallow it y/nnie~” he rasped. I do as he says taking it all down in one go.

He sits up and unzips my dress. Pulling it over my head and starts peppering kisses all along my chest area. Yeah he’s a boob guy for sure. I watch him as he looks at me as if I’m a literal goddess. His long fingers unclasping my bra as quickly as possible.

Taking in one of my tits in his mouth. Desperately sucking on it like the needy boy he is, and always will be.

“Bet sunghoon would never make you feel this good.” Jake mumbles leaving marks all along my breasts.

“Why, are you jealous jakey?” I smirk looking at him.

“Oh, y/n, you know you shouldn’t tease me.” He warns me looking at me as well.

I giggle as I watch him go over to my other tit to give it attention as well. Sucking so hard it’s sure to leave marks the next day. He plays with my other nipple with his fingers.

I moan and pull his hair harder as he reaches his hand down into my panties. “I would be quiet if I were you, don’t want everyone to know how much of a slut you are.” His eyes and tone dark.

I try using his hand to get off but he quickly catches on. “Such a whore, using my hand to make yourself cum. Be patient and I’ll give it to you baby.” He assures and plays with my clit. Rubbing it in slow circles.

“F-faster, please…” I whine out to him rolling my head back. He goes faster and I moan digging my ankles into his back. He slips in a finger pumping in and out of my core.

“Fuck baby— you’re so tight.” He puts in another finger making sure to stretch me out enough to make him fit.

He plunges his fingers at a fast rhythm. As I feel my high approaching I grip onto his hair harder while driving my feet deeper into his back.

“I-im gonna cum..don’t stop..” I beg breathing heavily.

“You can do it, cum for me y/n.” He now looks into my eyes while thrusting his fingers as deep as they can go.

Seeing him with those innocent puppy eyes while his fingers are far inside me makes me go insane. He continues pounding inside me until I finally reach my climax.

“F-fuck…I’m coming!!” I cry out. Fat tears rolling down my face as he helps me ride out my high.

“Such a good girl f’me..” he whispers in my ear slow and seductively.

He picks me up and places me underneath him. Now I’m facing him on top of his cock. I run his cock against my pussy feeling the pleasure. He grabs my hips and lifts me up slightly lining me up with his cock.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” He asks me with concern. I shake my head which makes his eyes widen.

“I’m on the pill, I’ll be fine jakey.” I reassure him quickly. He exhales and smiles at me.

“You see…I’ve never had sex before..” he admits shyly. Oh so he is still shy..cute.

“Wait really? I thought you did..” I giggle at my misunderstanding.

He shakes his head “nope I was waiting for the right person, which is you.” He smirks all of a sudden his shyness going away.

I slowly slide myself down onto his cock. Making sure to relax and take deep breaths to ease the pain. His thickness stretching me out greatly.

He makes sure to say encouraging words to help me take my mind off of everything “doing so good y/n” “yeah— that’s it” and “fuck..keep going”

“Oh f-fuck,” he whines out now that I’ve fully taken him “you’re so tight f’me” he pants out.

I take my time and rock my hips forwards and backwards keeping a steady pace. As I get used to the uncomfortable feeling it quickly goes away as the pleasure increases.

“I’m ready..” I pant heavily. He smirks and grips my hips tighter speeding my pace up.

I ride him harder as I get more familiar with this feeling. The room filled with the both of our whines and moans. I bounce myself up and down his large cock which drives him over the edge.

As my legs start getting tired he notices and is quick to flip my underneath him. He groans sliding himself as deep as he possibly can. His cock thrusting into me slowly making sure I still feel comfortable, before starting to understand my body more and goes harder.

His cock pounding in and out of me at a merciless rhythm. His size stretching my tight little pussy out, it’s almost as if I was made for his cock. His balls slapping hard against my ass as he continues plunging into my damp gummy walls.

“I’m s-so..so close jakey!” I whine out to him between moans.

“Oh yeah? So am I let’s cum together..on the count of 5..” he rasps not letting down his pace one bit.

Jake fucks into me hard but the pain is so good. “5…” he whispers to me. His fingers digging deep into my hips bouncing me on and off his dick.

“4” Jake breaths shakily clearly struggling with this countdown. I roll my hips and squeeze my eyes together from the pleasure.

“That’s it…3..” he growls looking at my current fucked out figure. “We’re so close y/n..just a few more seconds..” Jake coos.

“Good girl— 2..” he groans the feeling overwhelming him quickly.

“1.” He smirks finally spreading his seed deep inside of me.

I cum undone all over his fat cock. He slides out slowly to make sure it won’t hurt. “You did it y/n~ so good for me..” Jake grabs my cheek with his hand. Wiping away my tears with his thumb, smiling to himself coming to realization of what just happened.

“Here I’ll be back, I’m gonna clean you up.” Jake goes over to the bathroom wetting down a towel and bringing it back to the bed. Where I am currently lying down out of breath. He wipes softly on my sensitive spots cleaning all over my body. Making sure I am thoroughly clean.

“You’re so gorgeous y/n.” He looks into my eyes purely. I whisper a soft “thank you” as he puts the towel to the side. Jake helps me put my dress back on along with any jewelry that had fallen off. He also buttons up his shirt and buckles his belt back on.

He comes closer to me and wraps his arms around my frame. Jake brings his lips to mine for a soft and slow but yet passionate kiss. He runs his hands along my body exploring more, as if he hadn’t seen it all before. All before we hear a loud knock on the guest bedroom door.

“Who is it?” I ask quite startled from this sudden knock.

“It’s Yunjin. The party just ended, and just to let you know, it’s been well over 20 minutes now guys.” She laughs so loudly that I’m sure the neighbors can even hear. Jake chuckles to himself looking at the time, seeing that we had spent way longer than expected. But the time was used well.

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If you’re still taking TGM requests: platonic group (mainly phoenix, rooster, and hangman) trying to take care of sick younger reader. A few lines from the internet for inspiration: “Put your arm around my- Or just fall on me, that works too." "As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily." "This is the third time I've had to put you back in the bed. Why the heck do you want to lie on the floor so bad?"

A/n: I have been thinking about this all day! I was ready to kick my feet in the air as I thought about it.

You stumbled into your place, coughing into your elbow. Jake held you steady, "Okay, little mouse, let's get you to the couch," he said, "Put your arm around my- or just fall on me, that works too" he chuckled as you lost your balance. Bradley and Natasha were closing the door and putting away the supplies they bought while Jake helped you. "Just gotta get you to the couch so we can figure out what to do," he told you.

You leaned heavily on him and he just scooped you up and put you on the couch. "Y/n, you really need more food in your place... Scratch that, you need more of everything," Bradley said as he noticed your empty cabinets. He felt like a mother hen at that moment, Mother Goose would have fit him well just like it did with his dad.

It was no secret that everyone babied you because you were the youngest, you were like their little sister and you often forgot to take care of yourself. What really was no secret was that Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster, took care of you the most.

Natasha came over and took your temperature, "Jesus, Munchkin! You're burning up! You should have never tried to come into work, kiddo," she told you, shaking her head. She helped you up, "Let's get you changed, guys can you get the medicine ready?" She asked. You rolled your eyes, "I'm not completely helpless!" You said, your voice hoarse and it was obvious you were exhausted. "Says the one that nearly passed out during our briefing!" Bradley called.

Phoenix helped you get changed as you shivered, "I'm taking you out shopping when you're better. You have the bare minimum, kid. You're stationed here permanently, you need stuff," she sighed. You just waved your hand, "'M okay... I got what I need," you shrugged.

They gave you medicine and you fell asleep pretty quick after it, they left you alone in your room and you barely realized that you pulled the blanket and pillow off the bed to lay on the floor. You liked how cold the floor felt against your feverish skin and you fell into a deep sleep. Bradley checked on you and put you back into the bed, frowning at how you barely moved, normally you woke up at the slightest noise.

This happened another time and it was throwing them all for a loop. When they went in for a third time to check your temperature, Bradley groaned seeing you with no pillow or blanket this time. "This is the third time I've had to put you back in the bed. Why the heck do you want to lie on the floor so bad?" He asked, shaking his head. His heart softened as you clung to him, burying your face in his chest as you coughed a little. You were breathing through your mouth as you couldn't breathe through your nose, Jake and Nat secretly took pictures before grabbing the pillow and blanket. "Let's bring shortie to the couch," Bradley said, "She obviously can't be trusted," he joked.

They woke you up an hour later to have you eat and you looked a little more coherent than before. "You guys really don't have to stay and ruin your Friday night, I'll be okay," you said, trying to get up. Bradley kept you down, you tried to fight back but had no energy to, "As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily." he said, letting you up suddenly to help you to the kitchen for more food and medication. "You calling me weak, Bradshaw?" you murmured, leaning heavily on him. "Nope, that's why I'm considered. You had more energy when you had broken ribs. I want you better to have the firecracker version of you back," he said.

It was a rough time because your fever kept rising and you seemed to get worse before you got better but the three stuck with you the whole time. They just gave you plenty of soup, tea, and snuggles to keep you resting. After all, you were their little sibling.

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[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: David/Jake; unilateral move

For the prompt: David and Jake re-discussing marriage and kids post-retirement

David has never wanted children. Not when he was a child himself, not when he was a teenager, and not as the years went by, no matter how many well meaning remarks have been made about him changing his mind and wanting them some day.

Strangely, not wanting kids had offered a strange sort of comfort when he was younger. Sure, he was — he couldn’t even think the word at the time. But at least that meant children weren’t going to be something to worry about in his future. He’d be alone forever, and that wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t the worst thing either.

Obviously things didn’t work out that way.

Anyone who’s met Jake for ten minutes knows he’s the sort of person who wants marriage and kids. David knew he’d be good with kids before he ever saw the gentle way he has with them, careful but not ginger. And not careful because he’s afraid of them, the way David is, especially when they’re small, impossibly fragile.

Every time the topic came up — and it did, every so often, after time with the Lourdes, or meeting a teammate’s newborn, or someone said ‘you two thinking about kids?’, offhand, like that wasn’t an insultingly personal question.

Every time it came up, Jake would say something like ‘we don’t have to decide yet’, or ‘can’t do anything until retirement anyway’, over David’s ‘no’, and David never knew if he said that hoping that David’s mind would change by then, or if he was giving a deadline, but letting David know there was still time. A stay of execution before they both had to admit, with their parallel careers behind them, that they wanted to walk different paths, and that maybe it would be best to part ways.

David doesn’t want to part ways, but he doesn’t want to walk the path Jake wants to walk either, and he doesn’t know how to reconcile those two things, isn’t sure that he can. So he took delay as a reprieve, with gratitude.

When Jake retired, it was delayed again, ‘we don’t have to talk about this until you retire’, and that lasted longer than David thinks either of them expected, his body holding out, his skills remaining relevant, until he was the only one remaining from his draft class, then his draft class and the two draft classes following.

But now David’s retired, and the offseason has cycled into a new season, the first one he hasn’t been a part of in over two decades, and Jake hasn’t brought it up, but David knows he wants to, is just waiting for what seems like a good time, and David doesn’t know what he’s going to say, but he knows whatever it is, it’s not going to be what Jake wants to hear. Whatever he says is going to be the wrong thing.

David doesn’t think about the conversation they need to have often, truly; he tries not to, with the things that scare him, even though he knows that probably isn’t the way he’s supposed to deal with them, that bravery is doing it anyway, not turning away from it. But then, David’s never claimed to be brave.

He hasn’t thought about it in weeks, right up until he gets a text from Emily while he and Jake are lingering over a late breakfast, David half-heartedly pushing at the last of the fruit he took too much of, hoping Jake will notice and offer to eat it for him.

Max is grinning wide, a little too close to the camera, like he was crowding the screen. He looks like he’s about to do something that’ll get him trouble, maybe already did it, and David finds he takes after Emily more and more as he gets older, but in this picture he’s all Kiro. David possibly loves Max more than he loves Kiro, and that’s saying a lot. It burns a little, how much he cares about him, but a good burn, like a sore muscle after a hard day of training.

“I still don’t want kids,” David says aloud.

“Aw, come on, if there’s any kid that shouldn’t turn you off kids, it’s Max,” Jake says, looking up from his own phone. Em must have sent him the picture too.

“I’m not turned off kids,” David says. He loves Max, loves his nephews, always liked signing things for kids the most. Toddlers mostly no longer scare him, though he’s still anxious whenever someone hands him a baby. It’s not that. “I just don’t want them.”

Jake puts his phone down. “Okay,” he says, and David doesn’t know if it’s ‘okay, we don’t have to have kids’ or ‘okay, I hear you’ or ‘okay, I guess this is it for us then’, and he’s terrified.

“It’s not because I had bad parents,” David says. “Before you say that. It’s not.”

“David,” Jake says.

“I—“ David says. “I’m not denying they’re bad parents, but they’re not responsible for every single one of my decisions and preferences.”

“I didn’t say they were,” Jake says.

“I know,” David says. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just that I’m selfish, or—”

“You’re not selfish,” Jake says, and David doesn’t bother to argue with him, because they both know he’s lying.

“I don’t want my life to change,” David says. “I like it the way it is, and I’m not willing to turn my life upside down for someone I don’t even know if I’d love—“

“Of course you’d love them,” Jake interrupts.

“You don’t know that,” David says. “There is absolutely no way to know that. No one goes into parenthood thinking they aren’t going to love their child, because who would do that to themselves, let alone to a kid?”

Jake’s quiet, still.

“Kids know, Jake,” David says. “They aren’t oblivious. They know when something’s missing.”

“I think you’re underestimating yourself,” Jake says.

And maybe David would be if this was a matter of willpower, but he doesn’t think it is. He doesn’t think you can will yourself to love someone any more than you can will yourself not to love someone. And he loves Max, and Ian, and Cam, but they aren’t his children. If he hadn’t loved them, it would have been unfortunate, but it’s not the same.  

“It’s not a choice,” David says. “You don’t choose to love someone.”

“I think you would, though,” Jake says.

“You don’t know that,” David says. “And I don’t either, because that’s not how it works.”

Jake doesn’t say anything, and David looks up, but he can’t get a read on Jake’s expression.

“I know you want kids,” David says. “I know that, and I still — I don’t want them. I don’t want kids, and leaving aside whatever…issues I have, and everything else, I just — don’t. I don’t.”

The silence is unbearable. He’s been waiting for Jake to cut in, to say — he doesn’t know what, that David misinterpreted, that he doesn’t either, or that it doesn’t matter, or —

But he does, and it does, and that’s the problem.

“And I know that’s something you want, but I can’t provide it,” David says. “If I could, I’d do that for you, but I can’t.”

“David,” Jake says softly, and he’s been waiting for Jake to say something, anything, but now that he has, David can’t look up from his hands.

“And if that means we should part ways, we should probably do that sooner rather than later,” David says, trying not to choke on it.

Not that fertility’s a concern, the way it would be if either of them was a woman, and if it had been, it would have been a concern they needed to start talking about a decade ago. But babies and small children involve sleep deprivation and a lot of energy, and David imagines that grows harder as you get older. Besides, Jake probably wouldn’t want to do it alone, would have to find someone first, someone easier, though that won’t be hard to find, and maybe —

“David,” Jake says, and David jerks his head up, manages to meet his eye for a moment before he looks down again. “I’ve been gone for you since we were eighteen years old, what did you think was going to happen here?”

“I don’t know,” David says, and he watches his hands shake until Jake’s hands settle heavy over his, pins them still.

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[ereardon]

As It Was [Chapter 8][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship? 

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, no use of y/n, war, light smut, angst, death

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader 

WC: 4K

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Jake didn’t know you were listening. 

You had fallen asleep on a questionable leather couch in his fraternity’s lounge during a midnight poker game that lasted until the early hours of the morning. 

It was a pretty common occurrence. You spent a lot of time with Jake, and that meant a lot of time at the frat house. You had learned to accept their beer-soaked floor, the acrid smell of joints burning down to roaches. It had almost become a second home in a way. You would stroll in on any given afternoon, toss your backpack on the couch, take a soda out of the fridge and wander in the house until you found Jake. Sometimes he was sitting out on the deck, on his laptop, or in the living room reading. Mostly you’d catch him playing beer pong in the basement and he'd look up with a sheepish grin as you busted him. 

That night, you were the only person passed out on the assortment of couches scattered around the lounge. You heard laughter and then someone shushed. Jake’s voice was instantly recognizable. 

“Quiet,” he whispered, “Abby is sleeping.” 

You were facing the back of the couch, so he couldn’t see your eyes pop open. 

“When are you going to hit that, dude?” You recognized Jake’s sophomore year roommate Mark’s voice. 

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Jake said tersely. “Your deal, man.” 

The sounds of cards shuffling muted them for a moment. Then, “But seriously, what’s with you two?” 

“Not sure what you mean.”

A third voice joined in. “She’s around all the time. And no sweat, Minces is cool and all. And obviously hot as fuck.” You smirked into the couch cushion. “But you’re telling me there’s nothing there?” 

You wanted so badly to turn around. Call out Hunter for calling you hot, watch him blush under the dim lamp on the card table. But you remained still, feigning sleep. This was like being a fly on the wall and you couldn’t get enough. 

The sound of cards slapping the table stopped. “She doesn’t want me,” Jake said softly. “I tried, on New Year’s Eve, and she stopped me. And I’d rather be her best friend than nothing to her at all.”

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you, man. There’s something there.” 

“Fuck off,” Jake said quietly and there was a laugh. 

“I mean it, bro. Take one last shot. Before you go off to the military, and chicks are throwing themselves at you.” 

There was a pause. And then, “It’s always going to be her.” 

Someone clucked a tongue and you heard the quick slap of a card shuffle as the game resumed. You closed your eyes again, pressed down into the couch cushion, waited for sleep to come. 

***

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, babe.” 

You sighed and leaned over the kitchen counter, resting your arm and squishing the phone closer to your ear. “No way. This is our last date before the mission. You choose.” 

Bradley laughed on the other end of the line. “OK, you win. Be ready at seven.” “What should I wear?”

“Something evil,” he said back and you could picture the smirk on his smug face. 

“So my devil costume from college then?”

He groaned. “God, don’t tease me.” 

“See you at seven.” “I’ll be there.” 

For some reason, you were nervous. Almost as nervous as the first time Bradley had picked you up for a date, three months before. 

The doorbell rang and you sprinted for the door. You weren’t even embarrassed by how eager you were. 

“Hi,” you said, breathless. Bradley stepped inside, carrying a small bouquet of flowers. He handed them to you. “Wow, thank you.” 

He closed the door and leaned down, tipping your chin up for a kiss. “Go put those in some water and let’s get rolling. I don’t want to waste a minute with you.” 

You shot him a grin over your shoulder, high heels tapping on the floor as you rushed into the kitchen and ran the tap, filling a vase. As you stood at the sink, you were reminded of the morning after Bradley told you about the mission. How you had thrown that other vase at the wall, watched it shatter into a million pieces. Your mind started to race before you heard Bradley’s voice from the entryway. 

“Babe?”

“Coming!” you said, setting the full vase on the counter and admiring it for a second before grabbing your purse and racing down the hallway back to him. 

“Where are we going?” you begged. 

Bradley turned to you from the driver’s seat and flashed a smile. “You just can’t handle not knowing can you?” 

“I mean it kills me a little, but sure, continue to taunt me.” 

He laughed and pressed a warm hand to your thigh. “I’ll give you a hint. Lose the shoes.” 

You looked down at your pumps. “OK, so not a five star restaurant.” 

“Better.” 

You leaned back against the car’s leather seat and kicked the shoes off, propping your bare feet onto the dashboard. A ripple of the evening air floated under your dress. 

A few minutes later, Bradley took a turn off the main road, bumping along a few hundred feet before cutting the engine. He turned to you and smiled. 

You looked around. It was approaching dark, but you could hear the lap of the ocean waves. Your feet sunk into the sand as Bradley led you down the beach. In the distance, you spotted a small fire. 

You looked over at Bradley. He looked happy. Peaceful. You knew here, in San Diego, on the beach, was where he felt most comfortable. You wished he never had to leave. Not just so he could stay with you. But so he could be where he was happiest. 

“Surprise,” he said softly and you pulled your eyes away from him and gasped. There was a small bonfire set up, with pillows around it and blankets, as well as a small picnic. 

“Stop!” you said, tugging on his arm and he laughed, sweeping you up into his arms and kissing you before placing you back on the ground. “Bradley, this is so sweet.” 

“I wanted this date to be special,” he said softly, settling down on one of the pillows and opening his arms. “Come here.” 

You quickly dropped down and Bradley poured you a glass of wine. “Did you do all of this?” 

He smirked. “I might have had a little help.” 

You laughed. “This has Phoenix written all over it.” 

Bradley nodded. “The whole team pitched even.” There was a pause. “Even Hangman.” 

“Jake?” You were shocked. 

“Yup. He’s the one who said you’d like this.” He opened the picnic basket and pulled out a plastic clamshell container with carrot cake in it. “Said carrot cake is your weakness.” 

“Shut up,” you said loudly, grabbing for the container, and he laughed, handing it over and digging out a fork from the basket. “God, this is good. No nuts, just how I like it.” 

“I’ve never met someone who loves carrot cake.” 

You scooped up a second bite. “I love it. I always said I wanted it as a wedding cake. My mother says it's not traditional, but the hell with tradition.” 

He ran one thumb along his sweating wine glass. “Do you think about your wedding a lot?” 

You closed the cake container and set it down on the blanket. “I mean, yes. And no. I guess in the way every girl has thought about her wedding? I don’t have all the colors picked or my heart set on a venue or anything. But I have some ideas.” 

“Oh yeah?” he said, stretching out on his side, head propped up on one arm. “Tell me about it.” 

You took a deep breath. “I want a spring wedding. Lots of flowers. And greenery. And I want an outdoor ceremony. Somewhere in nature, like on the beach, or in the mountains. I don’t want a stuffy country club wedding indoors.” 

He nodded and popped a grape into his mouth. “I agree with that. What else?”

“More?” you asked and he nodded. “OK. Well, I want a plated dinner. I know it sounds old school, but I’ve been to weddings with buffets and it fucking sucks to be the last table to get up there. I went to a wedding in Germany once and by the time our table got to the buffet all the sides were gone. It was just sausages. A literal sausage fest, if you will.” 

He laughed. 

“And I don’t want a first look.” “What’s a first look?” 

“It’s when the bride and groom see each other before the wedding. Usually you do it because that way you can get most of the photos out of the way before the actual ceremony, so you can spend more time after at the cocktail hour and reception. But I don’t know, there’s just something special to me about having my future husband see me for the first time on our wedding day as I’m walking down the aisle.” 

Bradley leaned over and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You are going to make such a beautiful bride.” 

“Yeah?” you whispered. 

He nodded. “You’re beautiful every single day. So I can’t even begin to think what you would look like on your wedding day.”

You saw the look he had in his eyes. Fear. Longing. And you knew what was running through his mind. It was the same litany of things that had been swimming in yours for the last four days.  

It was quiet for a minute. Finally, Bradley sat up and pulled your hands into his. “I wish I didn’t have to go.” 

“I wish you weren’t going either.” 

“I can’t tell you how glad I am that Seresin brought you into the bar that night,” he said. “And how lucky I am that you gave me a chance.” 

You let out a low chuckle. “Lucky? Come on. Look at you. You’re a fucking God. And a pilot. I’m lucky you ever looked my way for a second.” 

Bradley dropped your hands and pulled you in until you were straddling his lap. “Baby. You’re the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. These last three months with you have been amazing.” 

You reached out to cup his face. “They’ve been perfect,” you whispered. “And when you’re back, we’ll have another three months. And another after that. We have all the time in the world.” 

His fingers squeezed around your hips. “There’s never going to be enough time with you, sweetheart.” 

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, felt his hands slide across your back, one up to your hair. Your fingers pressed into his neck and upper back, pulling him closer to you. Bradley leaned backwards on the blankets and you pulled off of him for a second and laughed. 

“What is it?” he asked, eyebrows raised. You had an arm on either side of his head holding yourself up, hair falling across your shoulders. 

“We have all this food here, but we barely ate anything. It feels like a reality TV show where they serve the contestants dinner but all they do during is talk and share their darkest secrets and cry to the camera off stage.” 

He chuckled and pulled you back down on top of him. “Then tell me, Abigail Minces. What is your deepest, darkest secret?” His voice was gravely and rough, like sandpaper, and it made you tremble in his arms. 

“Do I have a dark secret?” you murmured back. 

Bradley nodded. “Everyone does.” 

You thought about it for a moment. “I guess my secret is that I’ve never really been in love before.” 

“Never?”

You shook your head. “No. I’ve never had a relationship that lasted longer than six or seven months, really.” 

“I can’t see how that’s possible,” he said, running a hand down your arm. “You’re brilliant and beautiful and sweet. And mean, in the hottest kind of way possible.” You laughed. “It must not have been you, then. It was always the guy’s problem.” 

You shook your head. “No, it’s me. I push people away. I always have.” 

“Why is that?”

“I think I’d rather be alone than be hurt. That it would be better to be by myself than even risk getting hurt.” 

Bradley sighed. “I understand that.” 

“What’s your fear?” you pressed. 

“That I won’t know how to be a good dad.” It came out in a rush, but immediately. You knew it was something he had thought long and hard about. You ran a hand across his cheek softly. “My dad died when I was so little, I never really knew what it was like to have a dad. So I’m scared I won’t be good enough.” 

You shook your head and cupped his cheek. “You are going to be a fucking amazing dad. Just because you don’t remember your dad well doesn’t mean he wasn’t a good dad. And just because you didn’t grow up with him doesn’t mean you can’t be a good dad and role model and parent. It’s something you learn, Bradley. Something you grow into. Sometimes people with two great parents turn out to be awful parents. And people with no parents turn out to be great moms and dads. The only thing that matters is that you care enough to want to be a good dad. That’s all that counts.” 

He closed his eyes and when he reopened them you saw they were glassy. “I’ve never told anyone that before.” 

You laid and propped yourself on an elbow and ran your fingers along his arm. “Thanks for telling me.” 

He smiled. “So we’re officially reality TV stars, is what you’re telling me?”

You nodded. “Oh yeah. All we need now is some juicy footage that they fade away and cut off right before commercial break.” 

“I think I can make that happen,” he whispered seductively, pulling you in tightly, threading his fingers into your hair as he kissed you. 

This felt different. The other times had been sex. Fucking. And good sex, that was for certain. But this made you understand what people meant when they said making love. It had always sounded so cheesy before. But with Bradley, it wasn’t. 

His movements were slow, graceful. He clung to you like you were the last breath of air in a rapidly filling tank of water. Every touch was intentional. He trailed kisses up and down the length of your body, covering every square inch, until you were convinced no one had ever known you like he now did. 

And when it was over, he pulled you close. So tightly it was almost as if he was afraid you would disappear at any moment. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Abby,” he said quietly after you both caught your breath. “And you don’t have to say it back, because I know you might not feel the same way. Or you might not be ready. And that’s OK. I just couldn’t live with myself if I left and never told you.” 

You wanted to say it back. But you had never let yourself speak those words aloud to anyone else. Not in a romantic way. Not in a way where you actually meant it. You opened your mouth to speak, and words dried on your tongue before you could say anything. 

Instead, you pulled him closer. Pressed your lips to his. Memorized what he tasted like, how he felt. “Tell me again when you’re home,” you whispered. “And maybe then I’ll be ready. If you can wait that long” 

Bradley smiled. “Baby, I’d wait a hundred lifetimes for you.” 

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It felt like a fever dream. You got the call with fifteen minutes left in your lab. You called in a TA and immediately hopped in the coupe, going twenty miles over the limit across the bridge to North Island. 

Inside the gates, you threw the car into park and got out on shaky legs. It had been exactly twelve days since they left. Those twelve days had felt like a lifetime. You had been slow to grade papers. Even slower to do basic things around the house like laundry or putting away dishes. All you could think about was what if something happened. What if none of them came home? 

What if only some of them did. 

There were a few other cars in the parking lot and as you stepped out onto the tarmac, you noticed a few others standing around, the same anxious pain clearly written across their faces. Coyote’s parents. Mav’s girlfriend from the Hard Deck. Diana was notably absent. Natasha’s cousin she had previously mentioned, who lived just north of the city. Jake had told you in advance his parents weren’t coming, that he would talk to them when he got home. 

If he got home. 

The tension was almost too much. Everyone stood with bated breath. Until finally, you saw a group emerging from the carrier at the far end of the tarmac. Once they were about a hundred yards away you squinted, trying to count. There was a mix of green flight suits and khaki uniforms and you couldn’t get a clear picture of whether or not anyone was missing. 

When they finally came within easy eyesight, you spotted Natasha first. She had a somber look. Not one you would expect from a successful mission. But your heart lifted seeing her. It meant she was home. It was proof. Bradley had said it was impossible and that they may not come home. But there was Natasha, standing in front of you, hugging her cousin. Alive. 

You were so caught up in staring at their reunion, you almost didn’t see him. 

“Abby,” he said and you whipped your head around. Jake stood five feet in front of you and you launched yourself into his arms. He caught you in midair, your legs wrapped around his torso, his hands firm against your back and one in your hair, holding you to him as tightly as he could. He smelled like jet fuel and the ocean and citrus and you started to weep, not caring as the tears bled straight through onto his flight suit. 

And even though he was the one returning, hugging him felt like coming home. Your heart started to ache with relief.

When he pulled back and set you down, you grabbed his face with your hands. “You made it,” you whispered through the tears. 

“I told you. If it was the last thing I ever did, I would come back for you.” 

You stroked your thumbs over his face before pressing your head against his chest, feeling his strong arms pull you in tight. “I knew I could count on you.” 

He pulled back. “Bubs.” 

There was something in his voice. A pain that ignited fear in every cell of your body. When you looked up into his green eyes, you knew what he was saying before he could even say it. Before Bob could step forward with the folded flag in his arms, you were falling to the ground, Jake lunging after you, grabbing you seconds before you hit the asphalt. 

He held you on the ground while you cried, clinging to his jacket arms. It sounded like he was underwater, but you could still hear the words that would haunt you forever. 

“I’m sorry. Rooster, Bradley, he didn’t make it. We did everything we could, but it wasn’t enough. They had us outnumbered.” 

A part of you registered Jake scooping you up, taking you inside and setting you down on a chair. The rest of the team’s sympathetic arm and knee pats. How Natasha sat next to you and held your hand in hers, her head bowed in silent tears. Bob’s shaky hands as he held out a bottle of water as an offering. 

Jake made the executive decision to drive you home in your car, pulling the keys out of your fingers and forcing you into the passenger seat. You didn’t even remember the drive home, or how you got through the front door and into the living room. 

All you heard was Jake’s voice when he said, “He gave me something to give to you.” 

“What?” you looked up, eyes glazed over. You had a headache from the tears. You weren’t sure if a minute had passed or an hour or two days. 

Jake crouched down in front of where you sat on the cough and reached into his flight suit, pulled out a white envelope. “Rooster. He gave me this the day we left. Said if anything happened to him, to make sure you got this.” He paused. “He was a good guy, Abs. I’m sorry I didn’t say that sooner.” 

You reached out a shaky hand and took the envelope. 

“Do you want me to go?” he asked quietly. 

You looked down at the envelope, and then up at him before nodding. “I think I need to do this by myself.” 

Jake looked defeated but nodded in understanding. He leaned over, kissing the top of your head. “Call me when you want to, OK? Otherwise I’ll come over tomorrow to check on you.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly as he walked down the hallway and out the door. You waited until the door was shut before you slid a finger under the seal. 

You had never seen Bradley’s handwriting before. It was almost chicken scratch. It was exactly what you expected from him. So much so that it made you laugh beneath the tears. 

Abby,

If you’re reading this, then first off, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry to leave you. I’m so fucking sorry that we only had three months together. I’m sorry that you’re hurting and I’m sorry that I am the source of that pain. 

But I needed to write this, just in case. Maybe I’ll come home and this will get thrown away in a trash can on base. I hope that’s the case. But if it isn’t, and Seresin has given this to you, then I’m sorry. 

The only thing I ever wanted to be in my life was a pilot. An aviator, just like my dad. I knew how dangerous it would be. I’ve always known the risks. They just never seemed like a big deal. 

Until you came along. 

Abby, you changed everything for me. Loving you these last three months could hold me over for another seventy years. I need you to know that if all the time we had was three months, that was enough for me. 

But I need you to be happy. Baby, I want nothing more than for you to be happy and to live a long, good life.

And that means a life with Jake. 

I’ve watched you two together. There’s a reason I was so spiteful toward him, and it wasn’t because of our past. It’s because I know that he loves you in a way I never could. He knows you like the back of his hand, and that’s saying a lot because he’s pretty vain so he probably spends a lot of his time looking at his body parts in the mirror. 

I know he would do anything for you. That he would leave the Navy if it meant being with you. You’re his entire world. We were both so damn lucky to have been loved, to any degree, by you. 

A part of me always knew you were his. But can you blame me for shooting my shot? You’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

Do me two favors, baby. First, can you find someone to buy the bungalow? I’d like it to go to a nice family. Maybe a single mom who can raise a son there, just like my mom raised me. I don’t care if it goes for under market value. Just make sure it’s someone who needs it. 

Second, don’t pine after me for too long. You can mourn. But let yourself move on. My mother never did, and it killed me to watch her be alone. You have someone right there who loves you. I hate to say it, but I think Jake can give you more than I ever could have. Give him a chance. I know I waited too long to give him one. 

This is getting long and sappy. So I’ll leave you with this. Maybe my life didn’t really start until that night you walked into the bar. It might have been short, but God you made it so sweet. 

I’ll be thinking of you, sweetheart. 

All my love, Bradley 

A/N: GUYS I am sorry in advance!! I loved this Bradley, but there were only a few ways everything could pan out. There will be one final chapter to wrap the series as I couldn't fit it all into this one!

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[thewrittingratt]

okay awesome, thank you so much! and i agree, there’s a serious lack of charles content on here ❤️ would i be able to request a charles boyle x younger fem!reader who starts out a a new detective at the 99 and charles really obviously has a crush on her. she makes some throwaway comments about wishing she could be a mom and start a family and find “the one” and charles is convinced it’s him. maybe he ends up manipulating reader or baby trapping her during a hook-up (with no smut of course) or he kidnaps her even? honestly you can change it however you’d like for your comfort levels! and i’m fine with anything, also. thank you so much and let me know if you would like help brainstorming:)

A/N: I'm gonna be honest took a little bit of thinking but I like how this turned out! Sorry this took a little while but the power company decided to work on the power lines today

Also reader has a sister

It all started on a Tuesday.

A Tuesday that Charles would never forget. The blinds and the door to Holt's office were closed, indicating that something was up. Charles had asked what was happening "There's someone new joining the precinct. Fresh out of the academy." Gina answered from her desk.

The door opened and to Charles it felt like time frozen when he saw you. You were an absolutely gorgeous young woman. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Y/N L/N. Our newest officer." Holt introduced you. Your smile would forever been burned into his mind.

It was like he knew he'd never want to see you unhappy. "Thank you Captain." you said as you looked at everyone. Then it happened. Your eyes met his. He thinks he stopped breathing before Jake hit his arm. "Dude, she said hi." Jake informed him. Charles let out a breathy "Hi" and you smiled even more(if it was possible)

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It had been a few weeks since you joined the precinct. And it was obvious to everyone that Charles was completely head over heels for you. He'd stare at you from his desk, in meetings, on cases, hell even when you were interrogating a suspect.

But one day you didn't show up. He found it suspicious. You never missed a day so far. So he was worried. What happened? Was there an accident? We're you sick? He needed to know. So obviously he asked Gina.

"Hey Gina. Have you seen Y/N today?" Gina looked up from her phone "Oh yeah apparently her sister's having a baby." Charles only nodded. You had a sister and he didn't know? He though he knew everything about you. After all you were a very open and honest woman.

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The next day you returned and Charles couldn't have been happier. I he could but not when he saw you showing Jake pictures of your sisters kids. "What are their names?" Charles asked from behind you, scaring you a bit since you didn't hear him walk behind you. "That one's Henry and that one's Seth." You said pointing to each of them when you said their names.

Later you were still talking about your nephews. "Geez. Why don't you just have a baby?" Gina spoke up, clearly annoyed. You looked at her "I wish I could have one-" you were interrupted "They why don't you Y/N?" Jake asked and you gave a shy smile "I guess I just haven't found 'The one' yet." You answered.

Charles lifted his head from his spot at the coffee machine. You haven't found 'The one' yet? Could he be that for you? Would you ever consider him? Even if you were younger than him? He thought about it most of the time.

It was the perfect daydream: You and him with one- no two kids, you cooking while he sets the table while the kids watch tv. He'd massage your feet when they got sore. He'd go to the store in the middle of the night for your cravings. You'd look so beautiful to him no matter what. He'd-

"Ow!" Charles yelled as he was burned by the coffee he was making. "Oh! Charles, are you ok?" your angelic voice asked "Yeah. I overfilled my cup." he explained as he watches you get some paper towels.

You helped him clean the mess as you spoke "I was wandering if you wanted to go to Shaw's after work? Me, Jake and a few of the others?" god your smile was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Uh- yeah, yeah sure." he stammered as he watched you head back to your desk. Could this be his chance? He sure hoped so.

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Turns out it was in fact it was his chance. Everyone was so drunk and you just kept going on about wanting a baby in your drunken state. He didn't remember much from that night but he remembered leaving with you.

The next morning when he woke up he was holding somethin- no someone. To be specific, you. He was holding you. And when he went to move you woke up with a 'hmm?'. He frozen.

What was he supposed to do? Should he say something? He didn't know what to do so he just lay there until you did something. Which wasn't for another twelve minutes but he didn't mind as long as he could be this close to you forever.

A/N: I hope you liked this. I'm just running out of ideas rn. so I'll make a pt2 later! but I hope you like where it's going!

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[gretavanlace]

Sugar (Part 15)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, pegging, language, dirty talk, illusions to alcohol consumption, brief illusions to impact play, use of sex toys, pet names, etc.

*It has arrived, my lovelies*

“There’s my sugar.” Jake’s voice startles you into dropping the panties you’re pulling out of the drawer after your shower.

“Damn it, Jake!” you snap, turning to find him leaning against the door frame of the walk-in closet. “You’re too quiet...it’s not normal. Why do you do that?!”

“Dunno…I guess I speak softly,” he shrugs and then grabs the crotch of his pants, suggestively tugging himself around. “and carry a big stick.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to your task with a shake of your head. “You’re an idiot, Mr. Roosevelt.”

“Hey, while I’ve got you here, pretty girl…” he begins, the hum in his tone draws you back around to him like a magnet. “Ah, you know what? Let’s not even bother with those.” He waves his hand around at the underware you’re once again clutching.

“I was looking for my jeans, you know – the pair you hate so much? I figured you’d hidden them from me again…but while I was searching, you know what I found?”

Shit! You have a pretty good idea, but you shake your head anyway.

He disappears for a split second, then returns, holding the black dildo up with a little wiggle. “Buried treasure. And I thought to myself, my naughty girl is holding out on me…and I was thinking about all the things I could watch you do with this, but then…then, I stumbled upon this.”

You see it coming, obviously…yet, it still makes your mouth go dry when he holds up the harness before casting it aside on the bed.

“At first I was confused,” he strolls closer, swinging the strap down at his side like a weapon. “but only for a minute. Then I remembered…then it came to me. That night you asked me to leave, the night you offered my brother something so terrible I was forced out of my own house.”

Your chest is tight as he stalks forward, you feel caught in the most delicious way.

“Is this what it was, sugar?” he whispers when, at last, he is close enough to brush his mouth against yours. “Did you fuck him with this?”

A slow nod is the only response you can muster as he presses you against the dresser…the way his voice sounds, like silk dragging across gravel, it reminds you of your first night with him. The drawer slides closed behind you, sending you slipping back with a surprised puff of air fluttering out of you.

“Baby…” he pretends to be scandalized, steadying you with a sure hand around your waist “You really did that? You obscene little thing.”

“Jake,” you breathe, stomach quivering with some emotion you can’t quite name. “Please don’t say anything to him…don’t tell him you know. It would upset him.”

He swats the toy at your thigh, spanking you with it, and a noise sounds out of you that makes his pupils dilate. “We’re not worried about him right now, are we, love? He won’t be home for hours and hours. Plenty of time.”

“Plenty of time for what?” you whisper, genuinely confused, but there is a hope burning in the back of your mind. A memory playing about…Jake, in the kitchen, leaned in close, have you and I ever done it? The picture that had flashed across the silver screen in your head of him taking it for you.

“Hmm…” a sly smile appears on his lips and your cunt clenches around nothing. “I think you already know. I can see it written all over your face. You know what else I can see, sugar?”

A barely perceptible shudder shakes your shoulders and catches his eye.

His tongue traces a silky trail along your jaw “I can see that you want it. You do, don’t you, baby? You wanna take me? Wanna fuck me?”

Suddenly, the silicone is pressed against your mouth. You open up and let him in, silently answering his question. He slides it along the wet, flat of your tongue, watching with rapt attention. “Yeah? Well that’s real good, sweetheart…because I don’t fucking like it. Dirty, filthy, fucking is our thing. If you’re gonna play dress up and pretend to have a cock it’s gonna be me who takes it.”

You suck slowly, and nod around the length of it…beyond desperately ready to watch him submit. What a mouthwatering thought that is; to see him dangle on your proverbial string for once instead of the other way around. You find yourself longing for a belt to whip across his flesh, to watch it turn pink and hot while he writhes and cries out for the mercy he doesn’t really want.

“It’s like I can see all those nasty thoughts tumbling around in that pretty head of yours,” he taps your temple. “Let’s see whatcha got, baby. Gonna make me the fuck doll tonight, aren’t you?”

Jesus…

Christ…

He pulls the cock out of your mouth and hooks a finger at you. “C’mon…”

You watch, unable to take your eyes off of him as he strips his clothes away, dropping them into a scattered path to guide you into his forest...but is he the big, bad wolf tonight, or are you?

It’s as if the soles of your feet are super-glued to the floor as you watch him stretch out across the bed, back propped against the headboard, cock hard and flushed, dripping along his biteable stomach.

He allows you to stare a moment and then sighs with a shake of his head, “I said, come on…you know how I hate to repeat myself. Don’t make me say it again.”

Making your way over, you can’t decide where to look…his beautifully darkened eyes? The dildo and its fittings tossed aside next to him on the bed? His gorgeous, thick, cock, pulsing and twitching for you?

“Right here, pretty girl.” he pats the space between his legs. “Facing away from me.”

You move to do as he says, but he holds up a flippant hand…always so casual when he’s working you up. “Actually, put it on for me first, would you?”

He hands the trappings over, and you instantly feel on display. He was never meant to see this, and now he wants a show of it…but what Jake wants, Jake gets.

That’s just how it is.

So, you begin stepping into the harness, tightening it up around your hips, yanking it this way and that, until it rests just right. Then, you fit the strap into place.

“Fuck…” he’s breathless and raspy. “Didn’t think I’d like it this much. Look at that…” he reaches out and smacks at the dildo, sending it bobbing around indecently. “Sit.”

You slide into place as he’s asked, back against his chest as his heart pounds against you and his dick throbs along with it.

He pets at your hair, kissing from your cheek down to your neck. “So, here we are.” His hand finds yours and drags it up until it's fisted around the strap. “Don’t let go.”

His body bends and stretches beneath yours, and then the bedside drawer is crawling open with a scraping sound.

You know what comes next, but when the lube begins to pour down around your hand and the plastic cock it’s holding, you shiver and an unexpected moan sighs out of you.

“Look how pretty…” he hushes into your ear. “Take care of your cock for me, sugar. I want to watch.”

“What?” your voice is but a shaky whisper as you drip all over the sheets below you.

“Don’t act all innocent now, fuck doll. I said take care of your cock…go on.”

Your fist begins a slick glide up and down, up and down.

“That’s a good girl…” he nods, his cheek pressed against the side of your head. “Mmm, don’t you wish you could really feel it? It feels good, you know…feels so fucking good. Tighten your fist a little, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that.”

Each downward pull nudges the base of the strap into your throbbing clit, until you’re moaning and arching your back. He holds you down against him, palm cupped loosely around your straining throat as wet, rhythmic noises echo into the room. “You almost sound like you’re really jerking off. Kinda hot. Kinda really hot. Can you feel how hard I am?” His hips thrust up to dig his erection into the small of your back.

“Yeah...” you nod feverishly. You want his voice, just like this, smoky and haunting, hushing warmly into your ear for the rest of time.

His hand closes around yours, pumping the strap faster, leading you into a twisting motion that squeezes over the tip. “That’s my good girl, treat it sweet just like you do mine. You gonna give it to me? Is that what you want?”

“Is that what you want?” you counter softly, mesmerized by the sight of your hands together.

Grip sinking deeper into your throat, he drops a kiss against the shell of your ear. “Yes. Does that surprise you?”

“It does.” you confess, nuzzling your face against his lips, aching for more kisses.

“Why?” he gives you what you need, sweeping pecks and kitten licks down your neck…fingers of his free hand moving to tease over your tightened nipples. “If you get off on it, I get off on it. Anything you want, baby. Anything.”

Dragging your fists down, he grinds the base of the strap into your clit, pressing tight circles against your slick, soaked, cunt until your hips are thrusting up with a strangled cry riding out on every choked breath you release.

“Does that feel good?” he soothes into your hair. “My poor little girl needs to cum, doesn’t she? All hot and bothered thinking about making me take her cutie-pie, girly, pretty fucking cock. This one right here…” he works it over your clit faster and faster. “You gonna fuck me with it, sweetheart? Hmm? Gonna fill me up and make me cum?”

His rasp, and the filth it is feeding so delectably into your ear, pushes you along until searing pleasure explodes through you. You writhe and thrash, legs kicking wildly at the sheets beneath you as he anchors you to him, arm wrapped around you protectively as the other works you through it.

“That’s it, sugar…” he hums, still rolling pressure over your clit as you whine and curse. “So good, baby…you’re so fucking good.”

You drift off into tiny whines and whimpers and his hand finds your forehead, brushing over it to calm and ground you. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

A nod, followed by a deep, cleansing breath signals to him that you’re alright. A thrust of the strap up into his fist signals to him that you’re ready for more.

“What now, sugar?” he’s taunting you just a little, but you can hear the edge of uncertainty in his tone. “What do you want to do with your pretty cock?” If he keeps calling it pretty, you think you might melt.

Pushing his hand away gently, you turn over and rise up onto your knees…ignoring the depravity of the cock bobbing around between your legs and the one pulsing between his. Your hand, the one that isn’t dripping in lube, finds his heart. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have to.”

He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you in close. “How many ways do I need to say it, sugar? I told you, I hate repeating myself. Now fucking tell me how you want me.”

A flash of heated lust twists your stomach into knots as your hand wrenches free of his grasp and clasps around his throat, holding him still as you gaze down at him, searching his eyes for any hint as to what he’s thinking…he closes the book of his beautiful mind with a wink that says ‘figure it out yourself, love’.

“Roll over.” you order, squeezing around his adam’s apple until he swallows hard.

“So, pretty girl wants to hit it from the back…” he smiles, slick as a snake.

You return his smile, but narrow your eyes “Shut up and do as you’re told, Jakey.”

The power that surges through your veins is indescribable when, with a growl you almost don’t catch, he turns over and complies.

Your fingertips trace up and down his spine until he turns his head to rest his cheek on the pillow and you notice his bottom lip tucked tightly between his perfect teeth. Reaching forward, you pull it free and a sound you’ve never heard before sighs out of him. He sounds so soft, almost needy, yet still very much in control of himself. Let’s see how long that lasts, you think.

Grabbing the bottle of lube off the bedside table, you give his hip a little tap. “Up.”

He hesitates, but only for a split second, before he’s on his knees with his head still nestled in the pillow.

“That’s a good boy, baby.” you praise, dousing your fingers with a generous squeeze of the bottle.

“Don’t.” he snaps.

“Don’t what?” you question. Has he changed his mind?

His reply is clipped, venomous. “Don’t fucking talk to me that way. I’m not Josh. I’ll put you over my knee right now and then force you down on yours, if you need a refresher.”

“And yet,” you smooth the hair away from his face “you’re the one on his knees now.”

Your fingers begin to travel over him, but he tenses up and begins to complain again. “No, none of that. Your hands are too delicate, too pretty…just do it already.”

“Jake,” you sigh, tiring of his inability to let you lead. “I can’t ‘just do it already’, I’ll hurt you.”

“I don’t care.” you hear it in his cadence…he is dead set on this.

“You’re being very difficult, you know.” you scold. “Your brother didn’t give me trouble like this. He let me touch him, and slip my fingers inside him, and even my tongue.”

“Well, good for him.” he retorts, ending the conversation with the resolve evident in his inflection.

“Yellow if you want me to slow down, red to stop, remember?” you ask, covering the strap in amounts so copious you nearly empty the bottle.

“If you think those two words are ever going to come out of my mouth, you must not know me as well as I thought.” he sounds like an arrogant fuck, and you adore it.

In response, you press the tip of the strap against him and inch inside just the slightest bit…the muscles in his back constrict. You sweep the hand, not guiding the toy, down his spine. “Relax, Jakey…just breathe.”

The tension in his body fades beneath your touch and you slip in just a hint deeper, hardly moving at all.

He gasps and twists his fists into the sheets, and you’re this close to pulling back when a trembling more floats out of him.

“Yeah?” you whisper, clutching at his thigh.

“Yeah…” he nods, sounding much more like himself. “C’mon.”

Deeper you go, but not by much, and then he tilts his face around to lock eyes with you. “All the way.” he hisses, teeth bared and clenched. “Just..fucking..do it.”

“No, because–”

You’re stunned into silence when he slides himself back with one hard push. A groan, long and low, ribbons out of him as you bottom out.

“Jesus, Jake…” you whisper, shocked and worried for him. “What the fuck?”

“I’m not some fucking crybaby bottom.” he snaps. “I can take it, sugar. Go on, baby…fuck me.”

You pull back slowly, and revel in the sigh that slips out of him. A sigh that morphs into a beautiful, hitching moan when you ease back in. “You like that?” your fingers lace into his hair tenderly.

“Feels…” he falters and grips the sheets tighter. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know, or you don’t know how to admit that it feels good?”

“A little of the former,” he confesses, “and a lot of the latter.”

When you begin moving with a bit more intent, he grows louder…spurring you on with his delicious babble of curses and your name.

You’re working him up to a proper fucking when you angle your hips and a blissed out cry bursts out of him, long and loud. “There, sugar…fuck, do it again, do it again…again, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” the grip you have on his hair intensifies. “Is that where you want it, Jakey? You like my cock right there?”

“Yes, fuck…”

His hand makes a move to wrap around his dick, it must be pounding by now, but you grab hold of it, and then snatch up the other, knocking him off balance in the process. He lands flat on the bed while you pin his hands down, but you simply move right along with him, fucking him through it all.

“No touching.” you breathe into his ear, panting the words as you work away at him. “You just grind your pretty cock against the bed until you cum all over the sheets for your sugar.”

A sobbing, guttural, grunt explodes out of him and you nod. “That’s it, Jake…just like that.”

“Baby, I–” he sounds gone, just completely fucking gone. “Harder, fuck me harder.”

You thrust into him harshly, catching your clit with each forward push. Your own tiny moans and sighs nudging him closer.

“Gonna cum…” his voice is breaking, hoarse and croaking. Perfect.

“Yeah you are…” you smile, though his eyes are hazy and unfocused and he wouldn’t see it even if he were facing you. “Because you’re a good boy, Jakey. You’re my good boy.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he’s nodding and whining, brow pinched and tilted.

The shift in his domineering manner makes you feel delightfully superior, but you swallow down the I told you so.

You tug his hair with a snap of your wrist and with a single, commanding “Do it…” he falls apart beneath you, rocking his hips into the mattress and then back up to meet you. Clawing at the bedding, burying his face into the pillow to muffle his cries as his cock spasms and releases all over the linens.

It goes on and on, and you fuck him through it, though softer now, gentler. Moving until he relaxes with a moan so gorgeous it makes your chest ache.

You breathe with him in silence for what feels like ages until he finds some semblance of coherence with an airy, lazy laugh. “Jesus fuck, sugar…that was…” he trails off, reaching back to touch your face with love on his fingertips.

“Yeah?” you smile, tilting your head to kiss his thumb.

“Yeah.”

“You ready?” you ask around the thumb you’re now softly sucking on.

He instinctively knows what you mean and nods warily for you to pull out. You do, slowly and carefully as he draws a sharp breath in through his teeth, and then you kiss a trail over his shoulders. “You stay here while I run a bath. We’ll get you in it while I clean up and then I’ll bring a bottle of whiskey and join you.”

“You wanna get a ‘lil drunk in the tub with me, sugar?” you can hear his smile, though you can no longer see his face.

“Always, babe.” you slide off the bed and start for the bathroom. “Always.”

“I’m not your good boy, by the way…” he calls over the drone of the faucet as you adjust the water temperature. “I’m gonna need for you to take that back.”

You roll your eyes with a grin tugging at your lips. You will do no such thing.

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Old Times - Jake Seresin 

I have not watched Top Gun Maverick yet but I am committed (thanks Tumblr) to this character (and actor because Glen Powell is ;p). I don't know any of the lingo so this is pretty basic.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x civilian!reader

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This was the last thing in the entire world that you wanted to happen tonight. 

Ending a four year relationship in a pretty terrible way was bad enough, so added fuel to the fire was completely unnecessary.

“Ooh, I see you seeing him. Just like old times, yeah?” 

“No.” 

You didn’t need or want a reminder of the last man you dated—dated being a term used incredibly loosely—before meeting your now ex fiancé.

“Come oooon, look at him. Are you looking at him?”

“No.”

You lied easily, because you’d been looking at Jake fucking Seresinfrom the moment he burst into the bar. You weren’t going to divulge that information though, not even to your best friend. 

“Can we get back to me? I just broke up with the man I was supposed to marry, remember?” 

She chuckled but respected your wishes and waved the bartender down to order a couple of shots for the two of you. 

“Of course, love, back to you and your train wreck of a love life!” 

It wasn’t meant to be hurtful and you knew that, but it still kind of stung. You laughed anyway and clinked shot glasses before downing the throat burning alcohol. 

###

“Just broke up with the man I was supposed to marry, remember?”

He had yet to catch your eye, kind of intentionally keeping his distance, but he heard your voice as soon as he was within earshot. He also heard the waver in it when you asked your friend to refocus on you, stating that you’d just ended the relationship. 

Jake would never forget about him. Him, the person you ended your relationship with, the person you left Jake for. 

He would never admit that he was happy when happened to hear you confirming the end of the relationship, but something special bloomed in his chest when he saw you again and when he heard your words. 

“You gonna fucking go or what?” 

Bradley, more affectionately known as Rooster, punched Jake in the shoulder. 

“Go get your girl. That’s her, right?”

“How would you know?” 

“I’m not an idiot, I can see you staring from a mile away. Also, the pictures you’ve plastered everywhere. Go fucking get her!”

Rooster was right. Jake should just fucking go for it. It was pretty clear that you were no longer in a relationship. 

So, he did.

###

“Hey.”

You knew that voice, you had once loved that voice. That voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hey yourself,” you tried your best to steady your shaking hands and cool the red blush in your cheeks as you made eye contact with him. 

“Long time, no see.”

“Definitely.” 

The conversation wasn’t really going anywhere but just being near him had you sweating bullets. 

“So I heard you’re single.” 

It was the absolute dumbest fucking thing he could say and he knew it just as well as you did.

“Sorry, what? How?”

“Oh, uh, I overheard.” 

“Oh, well, you know, shit happens.”

Jake openly laughed, it was the first time in years you’d seen his smile and heard his laugh and, fuck, you were hooked again. He had that power over you, probably others too, but he was so charismatic and charming that he could to get away with anything.

Not able to get away with you though, because you left him for someone else. Looking at him now and seeing him again after all these years, you had no idea why you left. 

“Yeah, shit does happen. I’m sorry though.”

It was rare occurrence when Jake showed his softer side, choosing mostly to be a cocky asshole instead, but it wasn’t the first time you’d seen it. 

“I wasn’t happy to see you initially, but I’m glad we spoke.”

“Me too, not the first thing obviously, but you know.” 

###

You were a firm believer in love. You once thought you’d fully experienced it with your ex fiancé but after tonight, you were pretty sure you experienced it someone else entirely.

-

Thoughts? I'd like to keep writing this character but you tell me if I'm completely off and should shut up

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[tyunni]

ㅤwhen you have another members pc in your phonecase !!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenhypen masterlist | library

a/n: ignore how the formatting is simpler than my other ones, i just couldn't be bothered. Anyways idk when i'm coming back, probably somewhere around June ?? This is just a simple post, you'll find me doing these at random times before June.

genre: crack, fluff; warnings: cursing, not proofread, mentions of burning something; disclaimer: this is obviously not how the members are in real life, it's all simply fanfiction. That is all, now enjoy!

Heeseung . . .

The second he spots his member's face inside your phonecase, he gets extremely awkward.

Tries his best not to let it bother him yet he can't help but eye the back of your device as you mindlessly scroll through social media, paying Heeseung and his growing frustration no mind... Which makes him sulk even more.

Feels as though you using Jay's photocard is your way of telling him you like Jay more, which is obviously false because Heeseung is literally your boyfriend but... God knows what goes on inside his head.

Doesn't really say anything about it so you just keep it there for a while, but you do notice that he acts more awkward around both you and Jay. Still you don't replace the pc until you get bored of it.

Once you do finally take the photocard out Heeseung lets out a sigh of relief and things go back to normal 🤨🤨

Jay . . .

He... Really does not care- i'm sorry HELP

Probably the last member to care about these sorts of things. Sure, he's a teeny tiny bit on the possessive and/or jealous side, but he loves you and you love him, why would he get jealous of some piece of paper??

I mean it was probably one of your pulls, the member looks great in that picture and you using the photocard in your phonecase is just your way of supporting the boy, so he sees no problem with it.

Although... He does suggest to buy you his pc in case you didn't get the pull you wanted (bcuz in his eyes manifesting his pcs should be your top priority when buying an album /hj)

But when you tell him that you're satisfied with the photocards and thank him, he just goes "oh, okay!" and continues with his day

Jake . . .

The second his eyes land on your phonecase, he's thinking of ways to tease you. A shithead #1

"ooooo y/n who's that in your phonecase??? Is that Sunoo?? oOOoOO DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM OR SMTH?? Girl, spill! Tell me all about it" "Jake i've been dating you for over a year now, what are you even talking about-"

Doesn't really care, much like Jay, he just likes to tease and be a playful asshole from time to time. Annoys you so much you're ready to shred the poor photocard to pieces.

His intentions weren't to make you take out the pc and replace it with his, but he isn't against it either. Whispers to Sunoo about how you fancy him and Sunoo just stands there confused as fuck because aren't you and Jake literally dating-

"yeah Sunoo, they definitely have a crush on you, you're literally in their phonecase-" "OKAY JAKE LOOK IT'S YOUR PHOTOCARD. NOT SUNOO'S. I REPLACED IT. YOU HAPPY??"

Sunghoon . . .

Hates it lmao HATES IT. No. Absolutely not.

Grabs your phone and switches the photocard with his own in a matter of seconds. And you just stand there. Shocked.

Immediately realizes when the back of your phone looks different, spots the photocard and if it isn't his, he will switch it. Doesn't matter if he has to do it while you're in the bathroom, showering, eating, drinking water, or are literally holding the phone inside your hand. He will find a way to get that thing out of there.

When buying you an album he buys his own photocard separately so whenever you don't pull him he snatches the pc with another members face out of your hands and gives you his instead. Now you have a collection of Sunghoon's. Good for you!!

Sunoo . . .

Much like Heeseung, it's just a bit awkward for him. He doesn't say much, but deep down he's uncomfortable.

Does his stomach twist because he's jealous of Heeseung in your phonecase or because it's weird for him to look at his hyung doing a cute pouty face? Most definitely the latter. Shithead #2

Doesn't understand why you even like that pc, the aegyo is quote unqote "forced" and "not how Sunoo taught him" but whatever, he lets you have your fun. Plus he gets to tease Heeseung by randomly shoving your phone in front of his face and embarrassing him, so it's a win-win situation.

When you get tired of the pc and feel the need to switch things up, Sunoo suggests you get matching phonecases or take polaroids of each other and use those instead 'cuz if he has to look at another member doing aegyo he will snap-

Jungwon . . .

Jealous for suuuure, he is one jealous boy. Get ready for silent treatment 'cause mans did not come to play-

"Why is Sunghoon inside your phonecase? 🤨 Do you want attention from me or something? Is this your way of telling me you want me to spend more time with you??" "No... I just like the pc-" "😕 Okay then..."

That's when the silent treatment begins, pays you no mind at all. Even pretends you're invisible sometimes 'cause if you aren't doing this for his attention then, fine, he won't give you any at all!

Knows he's acting childish but still, he prefers this over verbal confrontation because it's more "subtle". Which it isn't, by the way. There is nothing subtle about the way his eyebrows furrow whenever he subconsciously looks at your phonecase.

Rushes towards you when you leave to empty your phonecase, holding a polaroid of you two together in his hands and telling you it would look better than that Sunghoon photocard.

Ni-ki . . .

Hates it pt.2 oh god he just dislikes it so much

Tells you straight away that the photocard looks "mad goofy inside your phonecase" and that it should be his, but you just ignore him 'cause he's being dramatic and Jake looks good in the picture

Unlike Jay, he has beef with that piece of paper. He will square up.

Whenever you leave your phone lying around with its screen facing the ground/couch/table/whatever you come back to riki glaring daggers at the pc. He just doesn't like it, it irks him.

Had a nightmare starring none other than your beloved Jake pc. After that he swore that thing was haunting him (it isn't, he just thinks about it a lot because it bothers him that you haven't switched to a ni-ki pc yet ☹️☹️)

"y/n, it is staring into my soul. Get rid of it"

Ends up burning it one night

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💭…lola’s viral moments !! | m.list

# — :)

• on an instagram live she accidentally flashed a small lesbian pride flag she had in her room (she was an absolute mess and her eyes were extremely large after realizing her mistake). a new hashtag was trending literally minutes after she ended the live #sapphicsforlola

• in a behind-the-scenes video for the mixed up performance, lola was seen in the corner with just a sports bra on (she had taken off the mesh shirt and jean jacket she had worn), using a mini electric fan to cool herself down. she was facing away from the camera, exposing her back and the muscles she had gained from years of physical activity. there was a ton of gay panic among engenes.

• because she knew sunghoon stans had a ton of predebut content from his figure skating career, lola decided to tell her dad to feel free and post some more of her hockey and boxing highlights. in one of the hockey videos her dad posted, lola got into a fight with one of the members on an opposing team. it seemed to remind people of what she was capable of, even if she is on the younger side to some. engenes were also freaking out about how hot she looked in her hockey uniform. LOTS of velocity edits followed in pursuit.

• lola often shares the media and pop culture that she consumes with engenes. a few months after debut fans started noticing that the only content she seemed to eat up was wlw LMAO.

• as stated in a previous post, jake begged her to create a tik tok to the lola bunny sound. so, obviously, she did. lola was super nervous about posting it, literally starting hyperventilating for some unknown reason, and practically ran to jay, telling him to press the post button for her haha.

• lola's mom released a video of her at 10-years-old singing picture to burn by taylor swift on the guitar. to say she was embarrassed would be an understatement. even the members saw (heeseung found it first and pulled it up for the others. lola just about walked into the living room before turning right back around when she recognized the video, already on her way to beg her mom to take it down...she didn't).

# — :(

• she wore a shirt at the airport that lettered “raging feminist.” after pictures were released there was a TON of backlash from korean men. engenes constantly asked if she regretted wearing the shirt and she replied with “no. just because i am in a different country does not mean i will not stop fighting for women's rights and equality. the adult men that are pressed about my shirt need to find something better to do with their lives than throw a tantrum over a teenage girl's wardrobe choice.”

• during the mobbing at the gimpo airport, lola can be seen trailing in the back with niki, their arms linked together in hopes of not getting separated (they had already been divided from the others). due to the overbearing crowds, though, they did end up being separated. lola started to panic, constantly saying niki’s name as she slipped away from him. her panic started to turn into anger at the people shoving her this way and that. consequently, she started to push people back, trying to make her way to niki in a hurry. when she finally managed to grip his shoulder, a man grabbed her from behind and full-on lifted her towards him. miss girl had never head-butted someone so hard in her life. it was after the whole situation was resolved that she was incredibly grateful for her parents making her take boxing and hockey.

• while lola is still very feminine, she is more muscular than most women in korea. because of this, there are often comments thrown her way (normally made by men or older women). “aren’t you a little too brawny for a girl?” and “her face is pretty but her shoulders are too wide.” she was never insecure about it because she has a very well proportioned body, and learned to like her broad shoulders, but since she came to korea the insecurity started to creep up on her.

one time, in an interview, after she was asked to describe her ideal type, one of the hosts said something along the lines of “you're lucky you're face is charming, it distracts from your broad shoulders.” lola laughed it off, but was incredibly uncomfortable and off-put for the rest of filming. the members noticed but didn't say anything until later when they were back at the dorm since every time they tried to talk to her after filming she shut them down.

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[enhyupn]

enhypen helping you bake!

ot7!enhypen x gn!reader

fluff, mentions of food + no other warnings i think of!

word count: 1.2k

a/n i wanted to try and change how i lay these out but i still kinda feel like it’s unnatural for me 🙏

ʚ heeseung

i have no idea why but i feel like heeseung is a tart type of baker

OH and muffins

like specifically strawberry??? or apple tarts??? and blueberry muffins

will only help you with like the mixing

you could be freaking out because something’s burning but heeseung’s like 🧍‍♂️cause he doesn’t know what to do

nevertheless he is VERY helpful

you will always reassure him that

complains when you share with the rest of the enhypen members because he wants them all to himself

will probably beg for you to bake with him again

and you will because you would do anything for him

probably asks if you could decorate the muffins with frosting

you end up trying to explain to him that muffins don’t usually have frosting

but in the end you give up put frosting on them because it looks pretty

“can i help you bake again” “who am i to say no to you?”

rest of the members under the cut!

ʚ jay

you two would probably bake something like pretzels

he thinks it’d be a challenge because he thought the tasty video he watched about it looker hard

jay would 100% do anything you ask him to do

you could ask him to do like three things at once because you were busy and he’d just. Do it

you two take turns kneading the dough because jay said it’d be mean if you just did it yourself

you two also probably end up bickering in the middle of baking

“it says a teaspoon of salt jay” “i have a teaspoon of salt though?” “that’s a tablespoon in your hand”

i feel like jay’s a more savoury person instead of sweet

so he would definitely beg you to make them like rock salt flavour

idk pretzel flavours sadly

you two use rock paper scissors to decide everything

it probably took a while to finish </3 like five hours just for them to be done baking

jay would probably take a lot of pictures and put them up everywhere

by the time you finish cleaning up, you have like twenty notifications from jay tagging you on three different apps

ʚ jake

jake is a cookie person. i don’t care what any of you say he is a Cookie Person.

he is way too excited and giddy about helping you bake

he helps you weigh out the ingredients with like a huge smile

he holds the bowl for you when you mix things </3

he’s a little scared you’re gonna make a mess but it’s still cute

will take pictures of your progress and send them to his enhypen gc

they don’t really care but have no choice to reply cheerily since jake’s excited about it

jake’s the type to playfully throw flour at you to get your attention

you scold him but you think it’s kinda adorable

he makes shapes with the dough and gets confused when it looks completely different when out of the oven

“why does my heart look so ugly”

he just ends up laughing about it for a while

it’s all over his ig and sc story

decorates them specially for the enhypen members as presents <3

ʚ sunghoon

i have no idea why but. he would probably help you bake bread

not anything hard like sourdough probably just some ten minute bread tutorial you found while scrolling through tiktok

he is very confused when you don’t add yeast

like he’ll just constantly be asking where the yeast is

“why is there no yeast” “i’m using baking powder, it’s the same... i think”

he doesn’t understand but it’s okay because you don’t either

he probably makes disgusted noises when you mix the ingredients together

he’s very confused about why you decided to follow a bread recipe from tiktok

“this looks so gross” “i don’t think i asked for your opinion”

he doesn’t even end up helping because he’s too busy being fascinated by your creation

he jokes by telling you that you’re breads burning when they’re in the oven

when it comes out he tells you he’ll never eat it

he ends up eating it, spoiler alert

ʚ sunoo

will instantly help you when you mention you’re baking a cake

i feel like he likes sifting the dry ingredients out

he probably hates the feeling of butter when it gets on his fingers or hands

he likes whipping the egg whites and you probably get anxious because you think he’ll end up over whipping them

he wants to help you with everything. And i Mean everything

thinks you’re gonna spill the batter everywhere when you pour it into the mould

is very. Concerned about if the cake’s gonna burn in the oven

you try and tell him it won’t but he still ends up standing in front of the oven with you

obviously helps you with decorating

let’s you do the frosting because it seems the least fun

will go crazy with the sprinkles

will definitely ask if he can help you again

tells riki about the cake

ends up probably talking about how he helped you bake a cake for the rest of the day

ʚ jungwon

sees you baking something like cheesecake and just joins in

like he probably comes out of nowhere and asks you when he should add the vanilla extract

“when do i put in the—” “oh my god you scared me”

you just let him help you because the more the merrier

you want to stay on trend so you make it mint choco

he hates. Mint chocolate

will definitely fight you about it for a while

“why would you choose mint chocolate? why?” “i didn’t know this was your cheesecake”

he loses because you had a better argument against his

makes side comments when you put them into their moulds probably

you end up just laughing them off because you know he’s just teasing you

he ends up telling his gc if they agree with mint chocolate

he shows you everyone that says no </3

by the time you’ve finished it’s probably late at night

you try once again for him to just at least try it

it doesn’t work

ʚ ni-ki

would ni-ki really be baking with you if it wasn’t bungeoppang 🤨

even though he cooks it everyday he will always!!! help!!! you!!! with!!! it!!!

will whip out the mould thing he has for it

if it burns he will quietly blame it on you because he knows someone’s gonna complain about it

will make so many to show it off to the enhypen members <3

will constantly ask you if you’re okay or if you need help

i feel like he’d be so excited to be cooking bungeoppang that something just goes wrong

the batter would probably spill all over the stove and you two have to clean it up before jay starts scolding the two of you

will eat it as he watched you make more

plates them prettily so he can take videos and pictures to remember the moment

shows them off to everyone

after helping you he definitely mentions you every time he makes bungeoppang

“i remember i helped y/n with—” “we know... we know...”

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[do-you-need-a-hacker]

Six years - 9

Parts

Summary

Previous part: Confusion

Next part: Heartbreak

Note - Please read the warnings listed in the summary.

Explosion

The sun gently wakes me up, and it takes me a while to realize I didn’t have any nightmares. The thought of Jake’s eyes accompanied me all night. Those eyes I gazed when he kept me from falling in the hallway. Blue, as I always knew.

Jake is not in the room, but I can tell he came back from the travel bag next to my bed. I stand up carefully and open it, only to find out he picked up at least three different outfits. I picture him perfectly, hesitating in front of my wardrobe, not knowing what to take. Until I notice the pair of underwear, carefully folded at the bottom of the bag.

OK, so you invited him to open your underwear drawer. Next time, think!

I take the whole bag with me into the small bathroom. The mirror shows the reflection of a ghost. I am awfully white, except for the blue finger marks on my throat. Even my body seems different after last night, as if I am slowly disappearing, both fading and shrinking.

Hot water washes my body, covers my tears but doesn’t clean my thoughts. I still feel his touch on my stomach, on my breasts, between my thighs. But not on my hips, not on my face. Those are still burning from Jake’s hands.

It is pretty obvious now, isn’t it? You love him. You never stopped loving him. He makes you feel safe. Somehow, he saved you.

I put on a pair of jeans with a basic shirt and a large and soft pullover. Jake even brought my favorite pair of snickers. What a relief not to wear my heels. Could Jake be even more perfect? It seems he could: inside the bag, there is a small toilet kit, with my toothbrush, a comb and my hair brush.

After a while, I am presentable enough to be seen by another human being. Jake welcomes me with a warm smile before turning his head to a tall blonde woman.

— Well, let’s ask her, shall we? He seems a little upset with her. MC, would you rather stay here a couple more days although you are physically fine, or go home?

— That’s the point, she’s not fine. After what she went through last nig-…

— After what she went through, it will take her more than a couple days to recover, he says in a cold voice I never heard. How can you suggest otherwise?

— She shouldn’t stay alone.

— She has me.

The doctor is frowning now. Jake has this effect on people. Well, most of them… She remains silent for a few seconds.

— Her ankle…

— I’ll make sure she rests until the end of the week.

He turns to me once again.

— What do you prefer, MC?

Nothing would please me more than disagreeing with him. Back then as well, he sometimes had this commanding behavior. But, as frustrated as I am, he is right.

— I don’t want to stay. Could you discharge me? The blonde woman nods reluctantly.

***

Jake’s car is parked in front of the gate. Jake moved it right before I was discharged.

— Wait a second.

He moves the passenger seat back, but I refuse his help to sit. I have done fine on my own for the past six years. And to be honest, I am afraid of his touch. Would his hands burn my skin again through my clothes?

The car starts to move and I watch the buildings scroll in front of my eyes.

— Tell me, MC... Why did you ask for my help?

I turn to him. He seems so serious, and sad at the same time.

— Besides the fact the cop I talked to was an ass… I had a colleague, five years ago. One morning, she calls the office. I pick up. She says she’ll be late, and I can hear she’s crying. It turns out she was just assaulted in the subway. She’s still at a station, everyone is walking past her as if she was not there. She’s clearly shocked, so I have to tell her to find an agent.

I am already out of breath.

— And since it’s Friday, all our male colleagues think that she’s lying and this is her own dramatic way to call in sick. But she comes, a few hours later, and she apologizes that her statement took so long. Then, she tells me the details. The cop asked if she had been raped. She said no.

Jake can obviously notice how emotional I am, but he doesn’t say anything.

— And just like that, what happened to her didn’t matter. It was in the subway. There were cameras, she said where the man got on and off the train, and it was never solved. So, when the cop asked me, yesterday, I knew what his question really meant.

He stops at a red light and slowly answers, as if he is still looking for his next word.

— I’m sorry to hear that, MC. It sucks. It really sucks that all these cases are never investigated. But if I have to be completely honest… I’m relieved. Because it means you were not raped. And because I will find the culprit.

And just like that, I realize that so far, Jake thought I had been raped.

— I kicked him in the nuts.

I can’t help but smiling. I kicked a man in the nuts. Saying it makes me feel proud of myself.

— Jake… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. It was so obvious to me that it didn’t happen, I mean… I didn’t even think that’s what you had in mind.

— Forget about it… I… I wrongly assumed the worst.

His jaw is trembling a little behind his pursed lips.

— After what you said about the cop, it made sense you asked me to help. That was not my point.

I am not sure where he is going with that, but I can predict I won’t like it.

— You asked for me. Before I came. I’m still wondering why.

You’re not the only one.

— I did, I admit. But not for help.

The car stops once again. His gaze is detailing me as if he is trying to read my mind.

— I’ll explain you another time, I added to make him stop. Why did you stop?

He doesn’t try to hide his disappointment.

— We’re there. I take a look outside. You know, you could go to my place, if you wanted. I mean… You still need to rest your ankle a couple days. I could… I could cook for you, and… Do anything you need so that you don’t need to walk.

Saying Jake is uncomfortable right now would be an understatement. His face is red and he is avoiding my gaze.

— Of course, if you prefer to be home, I could still come everyday to make sure you have everything you need. Unless the reason you want to be home is that you want to be alone. Or freed from me.

He’s laughing, nervously. He really means these words. Especially the last part. The tension is so heavy I need some air. How could I stand being in the same room as Jake for several days? Not to mention sleep in the same apartment?

— I’d rather be at my own place.

My tone is more abrupt that I intended, and I can see I hurt him. Jake doesn’t complain. He nods silently and helps me to the door.

— I’ll check on you later, he mumbles. Don’t hesitate to call first if you need me.

Finally, he’s leaving. Just when I think I can't breathe anymore.

I always need you. It just seems I’ll explode when you’re around.

#duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood game #duskwood #duskwood mc

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Don’t Make Me Beg Now Baby

CHAPTER ONE: EDGE OF DARKNESS

Hello fellow Greta Van Freaks. This is my very first Greta fic! I hope you enjoy.

MASTERLIST

Note: This fic contains mature themes, discussions of past non-con (no members of GVF involved) and drug use. Minors DNI. 18+ only and please take care of yourselves. (See Ao3 for full tag list)

You can also read this fic on Ao3 if you prefer!

Jake Kiszka x Original Female Character

Picture this: The boys are in Northern Michigan to write the new album and they meet a wild young woman who works at a local record store who has a rough history with rock bands.

She doesn’t want to fall into the same traps she fell into before. He doesn’t want to hurt her.

The rest of them just want them to figure their shit out.

Note: While this fic is based on the members of Greta Van Fleet, I obviously do not know them personally (lol) and nearly 99% of this is a fever dream I decided to write down. Some tid bits are based on things said in interviews/photos/songs but please do not come for my neck if you dislike my portrayals as this is a STORY that I have entirely made up.

This will be a slow burn, overly dramatic, cliché fest of me missing my Mitten State and wishing more than anything I could move back home. Their music makes me homesick and for that I’ll never forgive them. ;)

Chapter Under the Cut

CHAPTER ONE: EDGE OF DARKNESS

The tiny bell on the door to “The Edge” clanked as Jake pushed his way in, followed by Josh, Sam and Danny. The afternoon sun streamed through the slats in the windows at a harsh angle, illuminating the swirling dust. The boys all immediately took a deep breath. They all loved the smell of this place. A mix of dusty old vinyl's, incense and weed. 

The Edge was the shop owned by an old friend, Levi, who had been a longtime family friend of the Kiszka’s. The boys had made the near three hour drive to the shop whenever they had a spare weekend in their younger years. They bought Levi out of his guitar strings and drumsticks and always looked through the boxes of vinyl's hoping to find treasures. Levi sold an eclectic mix of music equipment, records, books, home goods and comically horrific coffee. 

The Edge is where they had each bought their very first instruments, had their first beers and even smoked their first joint. It was a special place for them. 

The old wood floors creaked with every step, the wood walls were covered with old articles from Rolling Stone, photos Levi had taken and autographs from the artists who had cycled through the place over the years. There were stacks upon stacks of vinyl's. Shelves of old autobiographies and music theory books. There were speakers stacked from floor to ceiling, and the whole right side of the store was jam packed with basses and guitars. The back corner had a few keyboards and a drum set, but plenty of catalogues to pick even more instruments from. There were cases of drumsticks and guitar picks and strings. The middle of the store had tables full of incense, candles and interesting home goods. There were tables where local artists sold jewelry, art pieces and furniture. It was full to the brim, most shelves rising way up to the ceiling. Most needed a ladder to reach the top. The basement had a sound studio with even more equipment set up to be used to record, or to test out. 

Levi had inherited the place from his father, who had built up quite a legendary roster of friends over his years. The shop was just off Front Street on the main drag of Traverse City. Levi’s father had made a name for himself as a great host to bands looking to escape to northern Michigan to hole up in cabins and write albums. Levi continued the tradition and took it a step further by buying the space next door and turning it into a club with live music on the weekends. 

If you were lucky, you could catch some super huge bands playing for only about 100 people in the dark side room of The Edge. 

“You bastards finally made it!” Levi called out as he came sauntering out of the back room. Levi looked the exact same as the last time the boys had seen him. Tanned skin from his days paddle boarding and hiking along the Lake Michigan shore, sandy blonde hair that was brighter in the summer, perpetual 5-o-clock shadow because he just couldn’t be bothered to shave, shell necklace around his neck, light wash jeans low on his hips with the same old cowboy boots he’d been wearing since the boys were 12. 

“Is that grey hair I see Levi?” Josh leaned forward with an exaggerated squint. Levi laughed, snagging Josh’s head to give him a noogie. 

“I may be older than you punks by a few years, but I’m not greying yet.” Levi released Josh from his headlock and gave him a shove. 

“I’d say 37 is more than a few years older than us, grandpa.” Sam snarked. 

“You’re makin me regret extending my hospitality, kid.” 

Jake felt himself relax fully for the first time in a really long time. It was just like old times. Exactly what the boys needed. 

“Welcome back dudes. I’m surprised I’m still cool enough for you Rockstar types.” Levi crossed his legs and leaned back against the front counter. 

“We’ll never be too cool for The Edge. This place will always be way cooler than we could ever be.” Danny piped up, walking forward to wrap Levi in a hug. 

“It’s been too long man.” Levi commented as he smacked Danny on the back. 

“We know.” Sam said “Way too fuckin long.” He hugged Levi next. Josh and Jake followed up with hugs next. The room was heavy with a tinge of melancholy. Old friends who had missed each other finally reunited. 

“Well, have you guys been to the house yet?” Levi stepped around the counter and started pouring four cups of the famous nasty coffee. 

“Yeah we dropped our bags off before we headed into town.” Danny spoke up. 

“Isn’t it sweet?” Levi asked enthusiastically. 

“It’s wicked man. Thanks so much for getting that set up for us.” Josh grinned as he snagged a cup off the counter. 

The house was a mid century modern cabin right on the east bay shore. It came equipped with a huge garage studio, front deck and a dock out into the bay. Levi had bought the house in foreclosure and along with help from a bunch of locals (in exchange for beer of course) they turned the house into a perfect getaway for any artists looking to come take a break up north. The place had five bedrooms and three bathrooms with a giant living room with overstuffed couches and velvet chairs. The walls were covered in art and the shelves were full to bursting with plants. It was a kaleidoscope of colors and textures,  with mix matched rugs and lamps. It was Levi’s pride and joy. 

“I’m so glad you guys like it.” Levi smiled even bigger as he passed coffees to the rest of the boys. “Once you’re a little more settled, feel free to send me a list of equipment you want me to set up downstairs and you can start coming in whenever to work. But also, I think you should probably take a week or two off first. You all look about two seconds away from collapsing.” 

“Yeah we’re pretty fuckin beat dude. But we’ll send you a list ASAP.” Jake said, taking a burning sip of the coffee. It singed his nerve endings and he couldn’t have been happier about it. 

Levi opened his mouth to speak again, when a voice filtered through the window to the loft above the store. 

“Yo Levi!” the person shouted “Can you please get off your fuckin ass and pick music to play? I know Wednesdays are your day to pick but if you take forever I’m just gonna put on whatever I want and you can suck it.”

All four boys' heads snapped up to the window to the loft, but whoever was up there couldn’t be seen. All they could see was that the loft had clearly gotten a makeover. What used to be an upper level where Levi stored surplus supplies now looked like it had a plush velvet couch, lava lamps and plants in it. 

“Alright alright! I’ll get on it.” Levi called back up, shaking his head and chuckling to himself as he walked toward the central sound system behind the counter to scroll through Spotify playlists. 

“Who the fuck is that and what have you done to the loft?” Josh asked, hopping up to sit on the counter. 

“That would be the very best thing that’s ever fallen into my lap. A.k.a my new store and venue manager Maven. She moved back to the area after living in Hollywood for a few years managing bands and she completely changed my life. We finally have consistent stock, a longstanding line up at the club and I have had the time to start photography again. Truly a godsend, if not occasionally a pain in my ass. She turned the loft into a breakroom of sorts.  There’s a couch and table up there now. She practically lives up there sometimes.” 

“Damn she must be some woman if she finally got you to get your shit together with that club.” Sammy piped up. 

“She’s hellfire, I’ll tell yah that.” Levi chuckled, finally hitting play on a playlist. The first bars of Surfin USA by the Beach Boys came on the surround system and matching groans came out of Jake downstairs and Maven upstairs. 

“Not this shit again!” Maven yells. Jake chuckled to himself. Hellfire indeed. 

“It’s my day to pick so suck it!” Levi called back before faux stage whispering to the boys “I mostly just play this to piss her off.”

Levi clapped his hands together once “Well boys, It’s close enough to five o'clock and I owe you a beer. Let’s head over to Little Fleet for some grub and beers and we can catch up.” 

Josh grimaced as he sucked down the last bit of his coffee before lobbing the empty cup into the trash at the end of the counter. “You still make shit coffee Levi.” 

“It’s the one thing I wouldn’t let Maven fix.” Levi said with a grin as all five men exited out the back door. 

                                                           ~0~

The boys took a week to relax, as per Levi’s request. They spent the days hiking the shore, kayaking and drinking beer around the fire. It had been way too long since they’d done this. The release of The Battle at Garden’s Gate had been exhilarating and the fans' response had been everything they’d hoped for. People seemed to love the album and they were all so proud. But with press interviews and touring, they hadn’t gotten more than a day or two to relax at a time. And they certainly hadn’t gotten a chance to get back to their favorite old haunts in years. 

They stopped by the store almost every morning for a cup of coffee strong enough to jumpstart their hearts. Sometimes Levi joined them on their escapades, and sometimes he stayed behind to help out at the store. The boys spent a few afternoons sifting through albums and strumming on some of Levi’s vintage guitars. 

Mostly they caught up on each other's lives. The boys recounted their more personal lives that happened outside the coverage of the album and Levi talked about the past few years of his life in Traverse City. Levi told them all about Maven and how she was practically his little sister. They laughed. They drank. They had a blast. 

The boys noticed Levi was a little on edge occasionally, typically when they heard someone shuffling upstairs or equipment moving around in the backroom of the shop. They assumed it was Maven but weren’t sure, since they had yet to see her in the flesh. A week from their arrival they were all sitting in lawn chairs in the alley behind the store, smoking cigs and drinking their coffee when Sam finally asked. 

“So, why haven’t we met your precious Maven yet? Hiding her from us or something?” 

Levi shifted a bit in his chair. “Um..” he coughed out a laugh. “I am actually. Yes. But it’s the other way around, I’m hiding you from her.” 

“Afraid she’ll fan-girl or something?” Josh commented as he ashed his cigarette.  

“In… a sense.” Levi coughed. “But in quite the opposite way you’re imagining.” 

“She’s a fan then?” Sammy piped up.

“She loves your music. A lot.” Levi sniffed and coughed again. “It’s a real safe haven for her. When she’s having a bad day I catch her upstairs laying on the floor smoking a J with sound cancelling headphones blasting your albums as loud as she can.” 

“Exactly how it’s meant to be enjoyed. With a joint in hand.” Jake chimes in.  

“Yeah..” Levi toes the asphalt a bit with his boots, but doesn’t continue.

“Soooo” Sammy drawls “Why can’t we meet her? We’re no stranger to super fans. I’m sure she’s cool.” 

“Um, well. It’s a bit complicated.” Levi heaves a sigh before flicking his cigarette butt into the coffee canister at the center of their little circle. “I suppose I can trust you guys. You’re friends. Do you remember the huge lawsuit that the band Undercover Heart went through last year? The one about the um” He coughs again, “Rape of one of their staff members by the lead singer Ryan?” 

“Yes. That shit was horrific man.” Danny spoke up. “I read all the details I could. They kept the poor girl's identity private but goddamn I felt so bad for her. She was a badass for filing that suit though.” 

“Yeah. She was.” Levi breathed. “So, this is strictly off record and if you repeat this to anyone I will skin you all alive, famous rock stars be damned.” 

“Jesus Levi.” Jake said. 

“It was her.” Levi choked out. “Maven. That’s why she ran back from Hollywood and ended up here. That dude messed her up and she just… she struggles with meeting famous bands now. You know how many people cycle through this joint writing stuff. She just… has a really fuckin hard time with it sometimes. Particularly bands she likes. I think it’s because once you meet someone, and in her case, discover how much of a monster they can be, their music isn’t… safe anymore.” 

“Fuck.” Jake said, flicking his cigarette into the canister. 

“Well I feel terrible for joking about her being a fangirl.” Josh mutters. 

“She just genuinely loves you guys a lot. I never really told her I was an old friend because I didn’t want her to be worried about y’all stopping by. I just know that if she knows you’re here she’ll take off and avoid coming by the shop as much as she can and not only do I need her here, but I think she needs the safety of the shop too. I didn’t want to wreck it.” Levi sighs again. “I know she’ll find out you’re here eventually, it’s inevitable. I just was a coward and didn’t want to break the news to her.” 

“She was a pretty well known band manager wasn’t she?” Danny asks. “She like… completely made Undercover Heart what it was. Before they hired her they were slated to be a one hit wonder but she hauled them into relevancy basically by her will alone.” 

“Yeah. She basically built that man's career for him. She gave him everything, and he took everything from her. If I ever see the man I’m liable to get my ass thrown in prison.” Levi mutters.

“I’ll help.” Danny says immediately. 

All five sit in silence for a few minutes, smoking the last of their cigarettes. When they’d all finished, they stood and stretched to head back inside the shop. 

“So yeah. Anyway, If you see her that’s fine, just… well now you have context for… her.” Levi says as he yanks open the door. 

A few steps into the back hallway, Levi suddenly halts, causing all four boys to nearly bash into each other. The front door to the shop had crashed open and there were footsteps stomping across the store toward the front desk. 

“Listen Levi,” Maven’s tense voice carried down the back hall. “I know Wednesdays are usually your day for music but I’m having an absolute shit fucking day so I’m playing Greta all day and there’s absolutely nothing you can fucking do about it, kapeesh?” 

The very opening chords of Edge of Darkness scratch through the speakers after she finishes her sentence and the boys all exchange a slightly amused look, grins spread on all of their faces. 

“Kapeesh.” Levi calls out to her. He spins and silently nods to the boys to head toward the back door. The boys attempt to be as quiet as they can as they creep toward the door. 

“Also, Levi?” Maven calls again. Everyone halts in their tracks. “You said there was a band coming in soon. Are they here yet? Do you need me to set up the backroom?” 

“Uh, yeah they’re here.” Levi squeaks. All five men share nervous looks. “They’re uh… up at the house.” He cringes at his lie. “I’m getting an equipment list from them today and then you can get started. 

“Cool cool.” Maven calls back. “Do you think I’ll like their stuff?” 

“Uh. Yeah.” Levi grins then. “I think you will.” 

“Wicked.” Maven calls back. 

All five men repress giggles as they skedaddle out the back door and into the alley. 

                                                        ~0~

The next morning the boys wake up to a group text from Levi. 

COME BY THE SHOP ASAP. COME IN BACK DOOR. HEAD DOWN THE STAIRS TO THE BOOTH. BE AS QUIET AS YOU CAN. 

A weird request, but they did as they were told. They all piled into the SUV they had rented and headed to the shop. Danny peeled open the back door as quietly as he could, and Sammy opened the door to the stairs. They tiptoed down and through the door at the end of the stairs that opened into the booth of a sound studio. Levi sat in front of all the mixing boards with a cup of coffee to his lips. He glanced over at them and softly said “coffees on the table.” 

“Why the weird text?” Jake asked. 

“Because of that.” Levi responded softly, pointing through the dark glass into the soundstage. 

The sound stage was littered with mismatched rugs, and a few milk crates that doubled as tables. There was a gorgeous seafoam green drum set toward the back wall and stands full of various guitars and basses. Along the left wall was a piano and a Mellotron set up exactly to the specifications Sam sent over. However, with all these beautiful instruments to look at that would normally catch their eye, it was the woman sitting on stool in the center, cradling a dark purple Fender guitar that made Jake stop in his tracks. 

Maven, Jake had to guess that’s who it was, was wearing checkered distressed pants, with a ripped up old band t-shirt cropped at her ribs, revealing a sliver of the rounded part of her stomach. Over top she was wearing an orange leopard print cardigan that ran down to her thighs. Around her neck was a series of long necklaces, and her wrists were adorned with interlacing leather bands. 

She was plucking out a melody with her eyes closed, rocking back and forth on the stool. Jake had seen countless numbers of people playing the guitar before. On the road, in the studio, studying old masters on YouTube. There was nothing overly special about the way she was sitting or playing, but he felt a little bit like he couldn’t breathe. 

“She never fuckin plays anymore man.” Levi whispered. “It felt like magic hearing music coming out of the basement this morning. I just felt like you should see it.” 

The melody she was playing was sad. Haunting is a better way to put it, and Jake couldn’t look away. Not even when Sammy placed a cup of burning hot coffee into his hands. She was moving her head along with her playing, the strands of her dark messy hair shaking back and forth. The group watched in silence as she played out the riff a few times, Levi cranked the volume of the mics in the space and they could hear her humming softly. 

“She has a strong presence.” Josh murmured. 

Maven suddenly stopped. Everyone froze as she heaved a sigh and stood from the stool to put the guitar back on it’s rack. 

“You in there Levi?” Maven said then. The boys still didn’t move a muscle. Jake’s head was spinning, having finally seen the face that went with the voice he’d heard in the loft for a week. She was beautiful. He couldn’t even really put his finger on why, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Even seeing her through the thick dark glass of the studio. 

Levi hit the button to the mic in the booth and responded “Yah.” He paused before adding. “Sounded good.” 

Maven snorted in a self-deprecating way and said “Thanks.” 

Levi hit the mic button again and said “You should play more.”

“Don’t push it Levi.” Maven snapped back. Levi released the button to his mic and let out a heavy sigh. “Can you check some levels on the lines for me? I think I have everything pretty good but I want to make sure before they get here today.” 

“Sure.” Levi replied. 

Maven pulled the amp cord out of the Fender she had been playing on and plugged it into another guitar, one more similar to the guitars that Jake regularly used while they wrote. 

“Are we looking for a punk or a rock-y sound?” Maven asked. 

“Um.” Levi hesitated. “Rock. Their sound is like…” He tossed a small smile over his shoulder at the boys. “Like Greta’s actually.” 

“Dope. I hope they’re not just copying the boys. They’ve got a mellotron in here and everything.” The boys smiled. She pounded out a few chords on the guitar. “Good?” 

Levi looked over at Jake for confirmation. Jake, who still had not taken his eyes off Maven, nodded. 

“Yeah, that should be good for raw sound. They can play with stuff too. They’re a pretty well educated bunch.” Levi called back.

“Thank god.” Maven snorted. “Not like that indie punk bunch you booked last month who needed me to do fucking all their sound mixing for them.” 

“Maven, I don’t think they kept asking you down here because they need help with their sound.” 

Maven just rolled her eyes at that.  

They repeated the process with each instrument, Levi silently asking for confirmation from the respective Greta member until they were sure the sound lines were all functioning properly. 

“Great work kid.” Levi called into the studio. 

“Ew don’t call me kid. I’m a 27 year old woman.” Maven called back. 

Levi chuckled. “You’re a kid to me.” 

“Whatever.” Maven muttered. “I’m gonna go take a walk along the beach. Smoke a little. Text me if they need me.” 

“Will do.” Levi called back. The boys all tensed, looking for places to hide, or to run up the stairs and back into the alley. Luckily, Maven took the back door out of the studio and up another hallway instead.

“Well boys, it’s all you.” Levi said. “Text if you need anything.” 

Sam piped up and said “Yeah actually, can you pick my brother’s jaw up off the floor?” 

“Jake see pretty lady play guitar and Jake brain break.” Josh teased. 

“You guys suck.” Jake grumbled. 

Levi cackled. “I thought you’d like her.”  

                                                        ~0~

Maven walked along the coast of the bay and absentmindedly smoked a joint. It was an overcast and drizzly day which meant there was no one around, which she preferred anyway. She was feeling on edge. The drizzle was very slowly building a small sheen of water on her arms and hair, but she didn’t mind. The cool water and gentle breeze combination was perfect. 

Maven sat her butt down in the sand and stared out at the waves. She normally wore headphones on her walks, her world was a near constant stream of music, but she had opted for silence today. 

Levi was being weird. He was edgy around her all week, sending her out every morning for tasks and disappearing without saying where he was going around 4:30 every day. She had come to the conclusion that whatever band was in town this week was a pretty big name. Or big enough that he was nervous about her being around them. She sighed. She hated when he tiptoed around her. Maven didn’t blame him. When she first started working at the shop she had had a couple pretty bad PTSD episodes that had scared the shit out of him. She owed him everything for staying with her, talking her down and making sure she was fed and had water when she got into one of her states. 

Levi was her best friend, to put it mildly. He cared for her, kept her safe and in return she busted her ass at his store making sure they had the best products, the best shows and that their artist getaway was something that people would go back and tell their friends about. She loved Levi like an older brother, and he cared for her like his little sister. She would forever be grateful to whatever power in the universe made her stumble into The Edge two years ago. 

She had been high out of her mind, as she had been most days after she came running back to Michigan with her tail between  her legs, and Levi had been struggling with an amp in the shop. She had walked in, spotted his struggle and didn’t even say a word to him, just walked over and fixed the wiring so that it was functional again. Levi had looked up from where he sat on the floor and said “You don’t happen to need a job do you?” 

The rest was essentially history. It only took two months of seeing him every single day, and him not letting her sour moods go by unnoticed, for her to spill her guts over some bourbon one night. About Ryan and Undercover Heart and how badly the whole situation fucked her up. How after she’d recorded her testimony she’d boarded the next flight to Grand Rapids and hightailed it up north. She came crash landing into Traverse City because she’d always loved it as a kid, and figured it would be a great place to start over. The small town she’d grown up in had too many people who knew her. 

He was extra careful with bands for a while. Never letting her be alone in a room with too many male band members, and carefully vetting everyone who came through. Eventually she told him off about treating her like a porcelain doll and he backed down a bit, giving her free reign over lots of the equipment set ups and giving her plenty of hours in the shop by herself. She was happy to do so, so Levi could focus on fixing up the artist house and starting his photography again. 

But he was still very gentle with her sometimes, and she’d always love him for it even when it pissed her the fuck off. 

Once she’d smoked the joint down to the roach, she tucked the end into her pocket. It was sacrilegious to litter near the lake. It was too precious to be fucked with. She meandered back toward the shop. Her plan was to grab her bag and head back to let her Pitbull, Stacy, out for a walk and pee. The girl had been cooped up all morning and Maven felt bad. 

She threw her whole body against the front door, as the latch often stuck, and the loud sound of the chimes clanged in the empty space. She rolled her eyes. Of course Levi left the shop unattended and unlocked. It was Traverse City, no one was gonna rob them, but what if someone wanted to buy something? 

She was humming softly to herself as she made her way around the edge of the counter and plopped down on the stool by the register. She whipped out her phone to ask Levi where he was. She had the message halfway typed when the door behind her, the one that led to the staff restroom, popped open. 

“You know, crime is especially low in this town but that doesn’t mean someone wouldn’t come in here and try to steal your precious coffee maker.” She tossed over her shoulder. 

“Oh.” Was all that came back. It was decidedly not Levi’s voice. Maven spun back quickly. 

“Sorry I…” But that’s as far as she got. She was suddenly face to face with Jake Kizska and all thoughts quickly left her brain. 

They both stared at each other for a long moment. Maven couldn’t quite figure out why he looked just as shocked to see her as she was to see him. He also almost looked afraid for some reason that Maven couldn’t figure out.

He was dressed in an outfit she’d seen him wear plenty of times. A black button up, half unbuttoned, loose fitting light wash jeans and a pair of well worn boots. His wrists were full of bracelets and his hair was longer than the last time she’d seen footage of their concerts, well past his collarbones at this point. 

“Hi.” Jake finally broke the silence. “I’m Jake.” He reached out his hand for a handshake. 

“I know.” Maven replied, and then coughed. Why did you say that you freak? 

Suddenly the front door bell chimed again, and Maven whipped her head to see Levi coming in the front door. She stood abruptly from her stool, skirted around Jake’s outstretched hand, and out from behind the counter. She scooped up her leather satchel on her way. 

She headed straight at Levi. He glanced over his shoulder and saw an apologetic Jake looking forlorn and lowering his hand back to his side. 

“Oh hey Maven-” 

“Hey dumbass, don’t leave the store unattended again. I’m going home to check on Stacy. Probably won’t be back for the rest of the day.” Maven spit as she stormed past him toward the front door. 

“Maven wait-” 

But she was already outside, the hinges bringing the heavy wood crashing back into the frame. The chime of the bells rang through the space. 

“Sorry.” Jake muttered. 

“Not your fault. I knew she’d find out eventually. Right now she’s probably just pissed I didn’t tell her. Which she has every right to be.” Levi sighed. 

After a few more beats of silence Jake spoke again. “Who’s Stacy?” 

Levi huffed a laugh. “That would be her Pitbull.” 

“Oh.” Jake said again. He felt crazy because his brain couldn’t come up with anything else to say. She was prettier up close. She smelled like the Lake and weed and sandalwood. He really wished she’d taken his hand. He shook his head trying to find his brain in it somewhere. 

The other three boys came clambering up the stairs and into the store. They all looked between Levi, who was still standing in the middle of the shop, and Jake behind the counter. 

“Are you two playing freeze tag or something?” Sam quipped. 

“Jake met Maven.” Levi responded. The boys' heads whipped toward Jake. 

“And… I’m guessing it… went well?” Danny questioned.

Levi finally walked back toward the counter. “She left for the day. This is on me. I should have told her y’all were here.” He snagged his keys from below the counter and walked toward the front door to lock up. “I’m closing early, boys. Let’s go get a beer.” 

“Kowabunga baby.” Josh said with a grin.  

                                                     ~0~

Maven sat curled up on her velvet couch, Stacy was her little spoon. There was incense burning, a bottle of wine open on the side table and a lit joint in the ashtray. She had changed into a giant t-shirt and boxer shorts. The soft sounds of John Denver playing off her record player. 

However, none of these things were easing her mind. 

She was pissed, mostly. At herself. At Levi. She was pissed he didn’t tell her they were coming. She was pissed that he felt he couldn’t tell her. She was pissed that she had acted like a freak in front of Jake. 

The anxiety was an endless pit in her stomach. She couldn’t go back there tomorrow. She couldn’t see any of those people. Not when she felt like this. 

She whipped out her phone and quickly shot a message to Levi, before chugging her whole glass of red wine and snagging the joint out of the ashtray. 

                                                        ~0~

Levi’s phone dinged on the table where all of the guys sat drinking beers and chatting. Levi glanced at it and quickly picked it up when he saw her name. 

“It’s Maven.” He said. 

“What did she say?” Jake asked, sitting up a bit in his chair. 

“Fuck.” Levi said, tossing his phone on the table, still unlocked. 

All four boys leaned in to read the screen. 

CASHING IN ALL MY VACATION DAYS. I’LL BE OUT FOR TWO WEEKS. 

“Fuck indeed.” Josh said, pounding back the rest of his beer.

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Dreams, Chapter 4

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

If you have been reading this series....things are going to start happening....

Title: Dreams, Chapter 4

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3773

Summary: For Sam and the reader, a winter night working together leads to an uncomfortable confrontation and a confusing dream.

Warnings: angst, fluff?, alcohol, swearing, slow burn, I think that’s it!

           The tree was still up a few days later when you were throwing together sandwiches. It was a gloomy afternoon, stealing from the already meager offering of sunlight you got each day, but at least you could see the Christmas lights as you worked in the little kitchen and listened to Me Talk Pretty One Day. Brushing crumbs off your hands, you ducked your head into the bedroom to tell Sam lunch was ready.

           He was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed under him, looking surprisingly young with his long limbs folded. He glanced over at you briefly with a noncommittal nod before turning his gaze back to the wall. You walked into the room when you understood; following his eyes to the photos where you’d taped them up. Toeing off each of your boots, you climbed onto the mattress with him and gently put your arm around his broad shoulders. “He would’ve loved this,” Sam murmured, and it was almost too low for you to hear.

           “Which part?” you asked, trying to match his tone.

           “This cabin, the bar, Christmas.”

           “I think you’re right.”

           You looked over at the pictures, a tight row intentionally placed a little too low so you could see them as you fell asleep. Sam tilted his head to rest on yours.

           “We had a lot of fun though, didn’t we?”

           You considered the memories and the heat coming off of him under your cold fingers. “Yeah, we did.” After a beat you opened your mouth again. “Getting that tree was fun.”

           Sam pulled back and you looked up at him. A sad smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

           You curved your head back into him. “Dean would’ve liked that too.” He was silent for a moment.

           “There’s no way he would’ve worked at the bar and not made every night a party.”

           He was right. Even just passing through, bars like the one you worked at were Dean’s favorite—no frills, honest people, décor not so nice it couldn’t tolerate some spills in the name of a good time. In the right mood Dean would’ve been everyone’s best friend in an hour, taking shots with the owners and playing pool with anyone who had a spare minute.

           You sat upright and tucked your hair behind your ears. “Okay, then tonight’ll be a party.”

           Sam looked at you in surprise. “Uh, what?”

           “You heard me. Tonight, we’re doing tequila shots and dancing on tables and talking to people longer than to take their orders.”

           “It’s a Monday.”

           “Wouldn’t have stopped Dean. Now come eat this sandwich I slaved over, you’re a lightweight on an empty stomach.”

           Sam’s smile was tired, but he obediently untangled his legs and got off the bed to head to the kitchen. You padded after him, letting a deep breath out through your nose. Dean would be so pissed if he saw you weren’t being strong for Sammy, just a little tougher, come on. By the time Sam sat down at the tiny breakfast bar to eat, you’d screwed your face back together.

           In some ways, it was better that you’d had this sudden change of heart on a Monday, when there weren’t so many customers to watch you crumble if it came to that. You had a propensity for being a sad drunk even in the best circumstances, and this first time truly drinking around people since losing Dean was about the worst circumstance as you could imagine.

           A few shots in Sam’s cheeks were flushed and you could feel the heat in yours as you sucked hard on a lime wedge. He was pretending to know about some football controversy with the over-shoulder towel that was ever present when he worked, his legs crossed and accentuating the long, relaxed line of his body. It was an especially cold night and condensation clouded the windows of the bar where hot air met the freezing glass. You watched as a woman about your age—you were pretty sure her name was Megan but had only served her a handful of times—traced lazy shapes in it before replacing the moisture with a hot breath and starting over. It was almost hypnotic and you didn’t know how long it was until you snapped back to reality when Sam’s warm hands wrapped over your shoulders.

           “You okay?” he asked, low and private, straight into your ear.

           “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just tired,” you lied.

           Sam gently and half-consciously kneaded the muscles in your shoulders. Before you realized what you were doing, muscle memory bobbed your head to the side, kissed his rough knuckles, and pressed your cheek to his hand. You both froze.

           “Aw, so cute,” Steve sang out from across the bar top.

           You took your chance to step forward out of Sam’s grip. “Yeah, yeah. Refill?” Steve nodded, and you snatched another Miller High Life out of a mini fridge under the bar and popped the cap with a fluid practiced motion. About a week ago you’d realized that the twist-bottle callus you had just below the first joint of your index finger had come back, a recurrent souvenir that had lasted years after you’d quit bartending last time. You were thankful for it as much as the distraction from your bizarre reflexive step over the unspoken boundary between you and Sam. It wasn’t that the contact was unprecedented, obviously, you could only catch even chunks of sleep tightly wound around Sam and kept your fingers wrapped around his forearm as he drove, but Dean was the last person whose skin your lips had touched. Until now, you corrected yourself. It was a very specific kind of closeness in a relationship already stretching the limits of what appropriate intimacy could possibly be.

           You jammed a cold metal scoop into the ice machine to break up chunks and buy some time. The same grief-hungry part of your brain that searched Sam for facial tics and habits that Dean had couldn’t stop repeating how much those hands felt the same, dry and warm and firm under your lips, under your cheek, and you wanted to clutch at them, a phantom of Dean’s that first stitched you up in Bobby’s kitchen all those years ago when life was easy and bloody, so nervous to touch you his hands shook and the scar still remained to this day. You crashed through those thoughts with a solid thump of This Is Sam Not Dean Sam Your Friend Sam The Only Thing You Have In This World, and how cruel it was to triple distill him down to only the parts that were reminiscent of someone else. Sam, who chopped wood to keep you warm, who restocked beer in the little life you’d created here. Sam, who in his own unfathomable sadness let you latch onto him as a steady point in a storm and kept you afloat just as you had him.

           “Hello?” Joe repeated, a touch of concern peeking through his annoyance.

           “Yeah, sorry! What’s up?” you asked, hearing the shrillness of your voice as you tried to overcompensate.

           “I’m trying to buy you a drink, hon. 5 shots, dealer’s choice.”

           “You, me, Jake, Steve and who?” you asked, racking up 5 sturdy shot glasses.

           “Your Paul Bunyan over there, unless you’re trying to take his too. I’ve never seen you guys really drink before, gotta jump on my chance,” he winked.

           “Oh, okay. Uh, Sam—” you called out across the bar. He was wiping up a spill you knew didn’t exist from the way he focused too hard on the bar top, trying to look busy. He looked up at his name and walked over with his hands jammed in his pockets. His unease was palpable, and your heart sank as you let go of any possibility that he wouldn’t have registered the fleeting kiss and the shift was only in your head. “—Joe’s trying to get you drunk.”

           “Careful, Joe, you think you can carry me home?” Sam joked, and you thought you would be the only one who’d be able to detect the tightness in his throat underneath it. He rubbed a lime wedge on the web of his thumb and poured salt over it before handing you the shaker. You almost dropped it when your fingertips grazed his.

           “To the only people dumb enough to move up here in the winter,” Steve proclaimed, touching his glass to the counter before shooting it. You all followed suit, politely chuckling at the teasing. When you took the lime wedge out of your mouth, Sam had his palm open in front of you. You dropped the rind in his hand and let him take the stack of glasses to the sink.

           It didn’t get as crazy as Dean likely would’ve gotten which was probably good for the bar’s bottom line and your drive back to the cabin, but Sam did end up somewhat accidentally hustling Jake for $100 over a game of pool and singing along to Shania Twain when you put it on. You were careful not to touch him or stare too long the rest of the evening, and by the time you were flipping chairs up for the night you had almost convinced yourself that nothing was different save for a little softness around the edges of the ever-present bolus of sadness in your stomach.

           Sam had two cases of Miller Lite from the basement in his grip, the veins on his forearms popping out as he set them on the ground in front of the beer cooler and crouched to replace the ones that had been drunk that night. You double checked that the cash drawer of the register was even and hopped up to sit on a spare spot of counter.

           “That’s the last one?”

           “Yeah, I already did the Coors and Bud.”

           “Are you good to drive or do you want me to?” You wiggled your toes in your shoes, feeling the ache of standing for hours in the balls of your feet.

           “No, I’m good to drive,” Sam said, shaking hair out of his face. He looked up at you, hazel eyes hard to read with fatigue or fear or pity or some murky combination thereof. You drew tight spirals over orders you’d taken that night, feeling the pen press impressions into the small notepad. The absence of words spread out to close the distance between you, feeling cloying and claustrophobic even as the Nate Bargatze standup you’d cued up piped out through the bar’s speakers.

           “Hey, I—”

           “Are you—” Sam started at the same time. You held out a palm to signal for him to continue, not truly wanting to speak yourself. “Uh, sorry. I just…I—I’m not Dean. I can’t be Dean.”

           The words and deflation in his shoulders made you wish you’d been set ablaze. Stunned, you felt your mouth open and close around words that weren’t materializing, just collecting in your throat and hardening there, the backup starting to choke you.

           “I, uh—I know,” you finally managed to squeak past the lump.

           And part of you wondered if he was right in thinking you were using him as a stand-in. As atypical as the whole situation was, you couldn’t imagine that it was normal to sleep in the same bed and spend virtually every minute together. You began to feel sick at the thought that Sam would be out living up to his potential somewhere if it weren’t for you, back to law school or righting the wrongs of the world rather than in a Northwoods dive bar restocking domestic beers at 2:30 on a Tuesday morning. The selflessness of it seemed unfathomable and yet so entirely something Sam would do. Suddenly it felt like the walls were collapsing around you.

           The moment stretched out and Sam stood up, leaning on the counter across the bar from you. His jaw was set hard and he tilted his head the way he did when he was trying to stop himself from teetering over the edge of tears. “Sam, I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

           He cleared his throat but looked down at the nonstick mats on the floor. “No, ah, you don’t need to apologize. I just need you to know I can’t be him for you.”

           You didn’t dare look up in case you met Sam’s eyes as you nodded, so eviscerated and humiliated you were having a hard time taking a deep breath. After a long minute you heard the clink of bottles as Sam finished restocking, grabbed your coat to mumble something about warming up the car, and went to the small parking lot. You managed to make it into the Impala before your vision started swimming and the potential enormity of the situation crashed against you; was this the end of your carved out hideaway, full of grief and memories and comfort and little moments of affection and joy you had just barely started to accept? All for some stupid thought that Dean would be happier if you were out getting wasted, an idea that reduced him to a drifter barfly instead of the complex man who’d been more loyal and loved more deeply than anyone you’d ever met. The tears dried up quickly as self-disgust rolled over you and started ringing in your ears. You didn’t hear Sam coming and jolted when he opened the door, recoiling against the passenger side to give him as much space as possible. He glanced over at you with eyes so pitying that you couldn’t bear to look at them, staring out the window at the abject darkness the rest of the drive home.

           Sam didn’t turn on the stereo.

           Back in the cabin, you quickly shucked off your coat and snatched what you needed out of the bedroom before barricading yourself in for a shower. You didn’t bother taking your makeup off first, allowing the sting of mascara to get washed away in the water. It was too hot and you didn’t care; you only came out when you realized you were going to leave Sam in a cold shower in the last week in December.

           You brushed your teeth in the mirror and took a few deep breaths before sliding out, heading past the open bedroom door straight to the kitchen in order to gulp down a panicked glass of water. Mercifully, you heard the bathroom door lock when Sam entered it quietly. You took the opportunity to grab your pillow out of the bedroom, tossing it on the couch and pulling the throw off the sofa’s back to cover yourself. Your eyes were closed tight and ramming up against your racing mind when Sam came out.

           “You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” he said softly from behind you.

           You opened your eyes but didn’t move your head to seek him out. “It’s okay.”

           Sam appeared in front of you, legs bending severely to perch on the short coffee table. His bare chest still glistened a little from the shower and you knew the green flannel pants he was wearing were soft and thick to the touch. Earnest hazel eyes meeting yours, Sam braced his elbows on his knees.

           “Sam, I’m really sorry. It was a weird reflex and it was unfair for me to—”

           “No, I, it—it wasn’t that. It’s just like, sometimes when you look at me, you look like you’re seeing a ghost. I’m just—I need to know you’re not staying here because I’m the closest you can get.”

           If your heart hadn’t been shattered and re-shattered over the last almost- two-years and today, the fear and resignation in his eyes would’ve sent you to pieces. You pushed up to sitting in order to give Sam the respect he deserved.

           “I can’t—I won’t lie and say you don’t remind me of him, but you’re my best friend—been my best friend since I first met you guys—and I am so, so, sorry I made you feel…I could never try to replace him, Sam.” You were barely making sense, having a hard time stringing together how you felt. “The only place I want to be is with you. You’re all I’ve got.”

           It felt desperate and needy but it was true and Sam deserved the truth. You didn’t shy away from him, stayed there holding his gaze until he seemed content having searched your eyes for anything hiding from the light. After a moment he nodded tightly against lips pressed in a firm line. “Okay.”

           Sam stood up, the broad planes of him catching the glitter of the Christmas tree lights. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet and tentative. “Can you, uh, can you come back?”

           It took a moment to process before you nodded, standing up and snagging your pillow before following Sam into the bedroom. You climbed into your side of the mattress, close to the wall and your tiny precious gallery, and Sam folded around you, his warm skin seeping through your t-shirt onto your back. You felt tense and comfortable all at once, safe and uneasy. The two of you sat there for a long time, the relatively light weight of Sam’s arm over you betraying that he wasn’t asleep either. When drowsiness finally began to tug your eyelids closed, he pressed his lips to a spot on your shoulder exposed from the looseness of its sleeve. The last thing you remembered was his arm going heavy like an anchor across yours.

           The sun is hot and delicious on your cheeks, baking the cotton of your jeans and t-shirt into you and turning the roof tiles under you into a frying pan. Wispy clouds move with no urgency across the sky above you and you can’t think of anything better than this, glancing down to worn laces on Dean’s boots undone to give his feet some air as his t-shirt clings half-humid to him. You know his freckles are going to be darker by dinner and it makes you smile to think about it but you’ll never tell him—it makes him shy to be reminded of the spray of pigment that makes him feel alternatively feminine or juvenile but never stunning the way you think it should. You press up to your elbows, barely registering the sting of heat and grit of the roof underneath you and kiss the spot on Dean’s arm where his shoulder slopes into his bicep. He smiles down at you, a lazy half-open smirk perfectly framed by the blue sky behind him like a painting.

           “You’re so weird,” he chuckles. “Who kisses someone’s arm?”

           “Then come down here,” you toss back, exaggerated pout ready for him. He ducks down to you, the warmth of his lips on yours like a cookie fresh out of the oven, like sliding down the hallway on new fuzzy socks, like the summer’s first plunge into water.

           Sam’s head peeks out from under the gutter. “Bobby’s putting brats on the grill, do you want any?”

           “Hell yeah, extra onions,” Dean yells down, grinning smugly when you make a face.

           “Me too!” you call out, watching Sam squint up at the roof. 

           “No onions though, right?”

           “You’re the best, Sam.”

           Sam beams up at you, dimples almost high enough to reach the squint-crinkled skin around his eyes. He nods and ducks back out of sight.

           “Come on, I’m thirsty,” Dean says, standing up. He reaches a hand down to you and takes a half step back to brace himself, stepping on the lace of his other boot. He stumbles and it’s a quick shuffle and you realize he’s too close to the edge his next step is into thin air like Wil E. Coyote and you’re grabbing at that same thin air and you can see his face change when he realizes and some part of your subconscious that’s even deeper than this can feel it’s happening again and the sound is so final, such a wet crack but you scrabble to the edge anyway because you have to see and Dean’s lying there.

           He’s clutching his left leg bent against his chest like a stretch. “Son of a bitch, what the fuck!” he mutter-yells, and you hear the thump of Sam and Bobby running through the old house and skittering to a stop in front of him as you carefully shimmy down the porch post with your hands tearing on the gutter’s rusty edge, jumping down when you feel the railing beneath you.

           “Dean! Are you okay?” Sam yells over Bobby who’s cursing out the goddamn idjit told you not to climb up there it’s like having a bunch of teenagers in this goddamned house and Dean winces and nods angrily.

           You’re lifting up the hem of his jeans and gingerly taking off his boot and Dean hisses when you peel off his sock, but nothing is poking through the skin and that’s better than you expected. “Can you stand up?”

           He nods again and you can practically taste him biting back the string of expletives when you and Sam each take an arm and lift him to standing. You snake a hand into his pocket and grab the keys to the Impala, leaning behind Dean to say to his brother, “I’ll take him to the ER.”

           Dean doesn’t argue and it’s yet more evidence that it’s pretty bad, but you feel fine, elated almost, that he’s still warm under your palm and against your side, that he still smells like fresh laundry and domestic beer and a little bit of salt and engine grease. Sam’s long arm opens the door when you get there and slides Dean in and you promise to text when you know how bad it is as you round the car and get to the driver’s side. You turn the key in the ignition and throw your arm around Dean’s seat to reverse out of the driveway. Dean’s looking at you as you throw the car back into drive, staring almost, and his face is soft even around the broken ankle.

           “I’m always going to love you,” he says, smooth and sure of himself. You tug your eyes away from the road with half a question on your face but Dean doesn’t explain why he’s saying this now. “I’ll be okay and I’m always going to love you, no matter what.”

           It doesn’t make any sense and you open your mouth to tease this unexpected sappiness, remind him the ankle is just one more in a long string of injuries he’ll owe you for, and then Dean’s gone, the car’s gone, and the heat is coming from Sam’s chest in front of you. 

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 5

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You’re Not Alone

Description: Y/N Barber the twin sister of Jacob Barber decided to go for a jog one day, but who knew her whole life can change in matters of seconds.

Warnings: angst, language, sexual assault -DON'T READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Daughter!Reader Jacob Barber x Sister!Reader

A/N:  if any of you guys have ever been assaulted in any type of way, i'm so sorry that has happened to you. you guys are all beautiful and strong human beings. if anyone wants to talk my inbox is open :) 

While reading this, listen to lovely by billie eilish. it really sets the mood for the story. 

 REQUESTS ARE OPEN BABES

A second. It only took seconds for you to not pick up your phone call from your brother. It was one of those moments where you did not to pick up the phone because you were distracted. But because of that, it almost cost you your life. 

 THREE HOURS BEFORE THE ASSAULT

♧ 

You and your older twin brother Jacob were walking home from school arguing about what dog is cuter. You know, the ususal twin stuff.

“No, Jake, German Shepherds are the cutest dog out.” You said with confidence.

“No, Y/N, Corgi’s are the cutest obviously.” Your twin brother kept saying. “ And I'm obviously right because I'm older than you by 49 seconds.”

He always used the ‘older twin’ card on you.

The argument lasted about a few minutes until you guys just gave up and agreed that they were both cute. However, in your mind , you kept saying German Shepherds were better.

“I’m hungry Jake. What do you think we’re going to have for dinner tonight?” You said as your stomach was rumbling.

“ You thinking what I’m thinking?” Jacob said with a smirk knowing that your twin telepathy was tingling. 

“Ohhh yessss.” Then you both shouted at the same time:

“KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN.” 

When you guys got home, you saw your mom on the couch typing something on her laptop. 

“Hey kids, how was school today?” Laurie said looking up from her laptop.

“It was good mom” You said and you gave Jacob the look basically saying ‘tell mom we want kfc’

Jacob groaned. “Mom can we get kfc for dinner? Me and Y/N have been craving it for a while”

“Is that your guys’ twin thingy where you want the same thing and think the same thing?” Laurie said smiling at the thought of  how her kids got along so well and had a strong sibling bond.

“ Yes mom, yes it is.” you said as chips were being stuffed into your mouth. “But can we actually get kfc though? Jake and I have been craving it for a while.”

“Sure you guys, I’ll pick it up around the time you dad will come home”

“Thanks Mom.” You both said at the same time. 

Going up to your guys’ room, Jacob turned on his video games while you were watching YouTube. 

He was talking to his gaming friend through the earpiece yelling words at him and the tv.

You just rolled your eyes and smiled slightly at your brothers actions. Closing your laptop, you looked outside the window and saw that it was a nice day, so you asked Jacob if he wanted to take a jog with you. 

“ Hey Jake, do you want to take a jog with me? It’s really nice outside right now.”

“ Sorry, maybe not this time sis. I’m really into this game.” Jacob said making you frown slightly.

“It’s okay Jake maybe next time.” Jacob turned his head towards you and smiled in agreeance. 

You got ready and then tied your shoes when you were near the door. 

“Mom, I’m going for a jog!” You yelled as you finished tying your shoes. 

“Okay honey be home before dinner.” Your mom said as she was washing the dishes. 

Running around the block, you took in the fresh air of the moisture that was in the air. Living in Massachusetts also meant wet weather which you loved. Summer wasn't really your favorite season but it was Jacobs. Being twins doesn’t mean you all like the same thing.

You and Jacob had the best sibling relationship not because you were twins, but that you just bonded in general. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you and you thought the same.

Getting tired from the constant running, you decided to take a walking break and scroll through Instagram. As you were scrolling, your screen lit up with your dads contact picture. It was the two of you on a fishing trip making funny faces.

“Hey dad how’s work?” You asked slightly out of breath due to the running. 

“ Hey Sweetheart, after work I’m going to go to the grocery store and get those cookies you really like and I was thinking you and I can have a movie night?” 

“Dad, you know I’m always up for movie night” you chuckled. “What about Jake and mom?”

“Mom texted me saying that she was going to go shopping for swim trunks or something and Jake is going too so it's just going to be you and me.” 

“Okay dad, sounds good to me can’t wai-” 

“I’m sorry honey I have to go back now, I’ll see you at home. I love you.”

“I love you too dad.” He hung up the phone rather quickly but you didn’t think much of it because you were going to see him at home anyways

Well so you thought. You thought you were going to be home at your normal time. Thinking that it would just be another normal day, but it would be far from that.

After the short walking break and talking to your dad, you decided to start your jogging again. Jogging was one of the activities you liked to do after a long day to release the stress that was contained in you. Sometimes you would go with Jacob but today he didn’t feel like it.

Imagine if you just stayed on call a little longer with your dad or if Jacob went with you. Everything would be different. Every decision you make on a day to day basis affects your life.

When jogging,  up ahead you saw a man drop a box full of what looked like children's toys like dolls and race cars. Being the nice person you were, You approached the man and helped him pick up the toys.

Oh what a big mistake. 

“Oh, sir, let me help you with that,” you said bending down picking up the toys that were on the ground. 

“Thank you so much, darling,” the man said with a somewhat creepy smile, but you brushed it off.

Your phone started to buzz and you saw your screen light up with Jacob’s face, but you ignored it as you were still helping the man.  You were thinking of just calling Jacob back later when you had the chance. 

If you had the chance.

After helping the man, he stated his thanks to you. 

“Thank you again, honey,” you really started to get freaked out by this man especially since he was calling you these names. 

You gave him a nervous smile. “  You’re welcome, but I should get going now,” you said but before you could turn around and go back home, the man grabbed your wrist tightly, preventing you from going anywhere. 

“You are right where I want you sweetheart”

Before you could scream, he covered your mouth with a wet towel. The smell was really bad. Next thing you know, you’re knocked out like a light switch. 

♧

You woke up with a pounding headache. Trying to flutter your eyes open, you noticed you were in the backseat of a van. The next thing you saw made you panic. Your hands tied with your feet attached to them making it look like a fetus position. 

Before you could try and do anything, the man opened the doors to the van, revealing a wicked grin. Your eyes grew wide when he started to grow closer to you with duct tape. 

“Shhh don’t worry love I won't take long.”

You were confused what he meant by that. What did he mean he won’t take long?

That’s when it hit you like a truck. You were about to get raped. 

He started to put his hands around your breasts, trailing it up to your cheeks. He held your cheeks and stared into your eyes intently. This is when the tears started to come out. You couldn’t say anything since your mouth was duct taped, but you tried to move frantically though it didn’t do anything.

He started to take down his pants and he basically ripped your leggings in half.

Why did this have to happen? You were only being a good person, helping a man, and this is what happens in return.

DURING THE SAME TIME AT HOME

♧

Jacob was starting to get worried and anxious. It’s been over an hour and you wouldn’t answer your phone. He probably called you literally a hundred times but still no answer. He asked your mom to call you to see if you would answer.

It went straight to voicemail.

Jacob started to panic even more. He decided to call your guys’ dad to see if he knows where you were.

The line started to ring. Then he picked up.

“Hey Jake, I was wondering if-” he was cut off by Jacob frantically asking him if he knew where you were.  

“Dad! Did Y/N ever call you or anything?” Jacob frantically said to his father. 

“ I talked to her about a couple hours ago, is everything alright?

“I-I don’t know dad. She didn’t come home after her jog and I’m getting a really bad twin vibe” 

“Shit, okay Jake, I’ll be home as soon as I can.” With that Jacob hung up the phone. 

“God Y/N/N, I hope you’re okay” Jacob said with tears on the verge of coming out. 

When you woke up, you noticed that the familiar smell around your mouth. The man must have knocked you out. A burning pain was prominent in the lower half of your body. Everything started to come together. With your ripped pants and the bruises all over your body, you pieced everything together. 

You were raped.

All of the thoughts in your head, you didn’t even notice that you were not in the van anymore, no, you were at a park.

This park was all too familiar. It was the park you and Jacob loved when you were kids. You got up but fell back down due to the agonizing pain. 

The pain was unbearable. Tears threatening to come out of your eyes when you wanted to forget what happened. 

But you couldn’t forget.

You laid there on the cold cement floor.

♧

The Barbers were in panic when they couldn’t find you. They had called the cops after being gone for six hours. 

The police didn’t find you yet and frankly, they were doing a lousy job at it. 

“Fuck it, I’m going to go for a drive and see if I find her” Andy said while stomping towards the front door.

“I’m coming with you.” Jacob said without question.

His baby sister was missing, he couldn’t just stay home and do nothing. Andy shook his head.

“No, Jake you need to stay here with your mother.” Before Jacob could object, a officer wanted to question him maybe knowing where you could be. 

Andy drove around the neighborhood first, but no luck. He drove about another couple blocks where he stumbled upon a park. He knew the park. It was you and Jacob’s favorite park.

He slowly drove past the park to see if there was any luck. At this point, Andy almost gave up and went back home until he saw something.

Andy’s eyes widened with fear and joy when he saw you, his baby girl, at the park. But his smile fell when he saw you laying on the ground.

What if you were dead? Andy thought to himself

“ Oh my God, Y/N!!!” Andy basically sprinted towards you.

You could barely get out the words since your throat was sore from crying so much. 

“Daddy?!” You said weakly with tears on your cheeks and your eyes bloodshot from the crying. 

“Y/N what happened?” 

But before you could answer, he saw your ripped pants, bruises on your body and the blood coming out near your legs.

“Oh my God, Y/N please tell me you weren’t raped?” Andy said with sadness but also extreme anger knowing that there was a bastard out there who possibly touched you. 

You could barely get out the words but all you said was “ I was d-daddy.”

Andy was furious at this point his worst nightmare came true. 

“ Y/N I’m so sorry. If only I stayed on the phone with you a little longer I could have-” You interrupted your father knowing this wasn’t his fault. 

“Dad, this was not your fault.” 

Andy still looked at you with sad eyes, but despite what happened to you, he was just happy that you were alive. 

“Come on baby let's go home” Andy said while carrying you bridal style.

“ I’m so sorry dad. I was just helping this one guy and-and he-” 

You started to stumble on your words but your dad stopped you.

“ No no baby you don’t have to say anything now. But know Duffy might ask you some questions so we can catch the guy okay?”

You just nodded at your dads words not wanting to say anything. 

♧

On the drive home Andy heard you sniffling he reassured you with comforting words. 

“Honey, it’s okay, you’re safe now nobody is going to hurt you now.” 

You thought back to when Jacob was calling you. “ You know Jake called me when I was helping that man,” you started. “ If only I answered his call this probably wouldn-”

You were cut off by your father. “Y/F/N do not say that. None of this was your fault it was that son of a bitches fault” 

You were taken aback when your dad cussed and then you chuckled softly. “Woah dad, I didn’t know you tolerated that type of language” 

Andy just laughed, but before you could say anything else, you noticed you were home. 

Jacob and Laurie were outside talking to police officers, but they turned around and saw you in the car.

Jacob eyes widened and was the first to run towards you and give you a hug. When he broke the hug, he looked at you and saw your bruises which made him fume with anger, but he would worry about that later. He was just happy you were home.

“Y/N oh my god are you okay?!” you just nod your head. 

You went to give Laurie a hug which lasted short when a voice spoke up. 

“ Hi Y/N, I’m detective Duffy, I work with your father and I’m sorry to ask you this but we need to question you while your mind is fresh.”

“Duffy can’t this wait until later we just found her.” Andy said while looking back at his daughter.

“No dad it’s okay I’ll be fine.” Jacob gave you sad eyes of sympathy, but you gave him a reassuring smile. 

♧

“So Y/N, tell me from the start of what happened?” Your family was there to support you. You wanted them to be there. 

You started from the beginning with the jog, the man dropping the toys, the chloroform, the van, the pain in your lower area, everything.

Laurie just cried into Andy’s shoulders while his fists were clenched white. He was so angry. No, not at you, but at the fact that he couldn’t protect you. 

Jacob held your hand the entire time while you told Duffy what happened. He was angry that he didn’t go on the jog with you. He was mad that he couldn’t protect his baby sister. 

“Im so sorry this has happened to you Y/N, you should have not gone through that. We will find the man and he will be punished for his crimes.” 

You nodded and smiled slightly at Duffy. 

♧

After all the cops left, you didn’t know what to do. You were still traumatized.

Your head was resting on Andy’s lap and your legs were on Jacobs. You were dozing off, but you were scared to sleep or eve close your eyes. 

Everytime you closed your eyes, you just saw the man. Jacob seemed to notice this because you flinched a little. 

He rubbed your leg with reassurance telling you that you’re okay now. 

“ Y/N you can finally sleep now. We’re here for you, you don't have to worry about anything.” Jacob said to you

That's when everything broke. You couldn’t handle it anymore tears and sobs were everywhere.

Your family all gave you a hug with love evident in it. This is when you finally knew you were safe. 

You then spoke up while drying your tears. “Can we still get KFC?” you said with a smile. Everyone just laughed and that’s when you finally knew you had a loving family and you couldn’t be anymore thankful than that. 

♧

A/N :OMGGg I cried writing some of this ahhhh. I might make a part 2 depending if I get any ideas and if this doesn’t flop. 

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