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The Cougar and His Sparrow

Masterlist

Summary: You were a Loser and proudly so and today was like any other day or was it? 

Part 1

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Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez x Reader

Warning: Lewd themes and Mature language. Minors DNI.

Jensen was playing make believe with these two action figures, “Look in sorry, I just can’t give you that kind of information. I’ll do anything else. I just can’t do that. I can’t betray my country. I won’t. This country gave me everything. Oh, God. Just keep him away from me.” He says while making the action figures chase one another. 

Jensen continues imitating one figure, “Please. Don’t let him near me. Oh, no! Oh, God!” Jensen starts to move the other figure, “Come on, Baby. Just relax into it. Let Godzilla do his thing.” He starts to grunt and make the figures hump each other. 

“Okay, okay, come on. This is wrong on so many levels. You in or not?” Pooch exclaims disgusted by Jensen’s actions

“And get cheated again?” Jensen asks

Pooch looks a little offended at Jensen’s claim, “What? No, the Pooch may lie, the Pooch may steal, the Pooch may--” Pooch is cut off by Jensen, “ Refer to himself in the third person?” 

“Occasionally,” Pooch starts, “But the Pooch will not cheat.” 

“Well, the Pooch can relax. I was worried about Cougar.” Jensen states looking pointedly at Cougar

“Yeah, right. It’s always the quiet ones.” Pooch says making Cougar snicker

“What? It’s Blind Man’s Bluff. High car wins. How in the hell can a man cheat you?” Roque questions

You all gather around a small box and you place the cards down, “cards.” Pooch says and you all grab one. 

“Feel like I got something here. I feel like I got something.” Pooch says confidently

“Queen, king, jack. Queen, king, jack.” Jensen says rubbing his card hoping to manifest something good on the card, he continues, “All right. One, two, three, go.” You all slap your cards on your foreheads.

Jensen slaps his head hard with the card a two of diamonds to be exact, Jake Jensen, Aka. Jensen in specializes in COMMS & TECH, Jensen is funny, he kept things entertaining for everyone even when he should be taking things seriously. 

Cougars next tucking his under his hat, an 8 of spades, Carlos Alvarez, Aka. Cougar specializes in LONG-RANGE ELIMINATIONS, he’s great with snipers and even better in the looks department, he owned your heart and nobody knew it yet.

Pooch places his card, a three of hearts, on his head sideways making you smirk, Linwood Porteous, Aka. Pooch specializes in TRANSPO AND HEAVY WEPS, he was your driver and a good one at that, he was gonna be a dad soon and you were incredibly happy for him. 

“I got a great, great feeling about this one.” Roque says tucking his card, a two of hearts, into the band of his bucket hat, William Roque, Aka. Roque specialized In DEMO & TACTICAL, he was Clay’s second-in-command.

You then place your card on your head not sure of what it is, you tuck it into the camo bandana you decided to sport today to keep your hair off your forehead. Y/N L/N, Aka. Sparrow, you did everything and you did it well, but you specialized in AIR TRANSPORTAION & HIGH ALTITUDE TASKS, if you needed to parachute out of a plane you could, if you needed to be on a high building to find a vantage point you were there, you were light on your feet and ready to swoop in and save people if necessary. 

“Your mama had a great feeling last night.” Jensen replies to Roque, “Oh, that was a yo mama joke.” Pooch says high-fiving Jensen.

Roque looks confused, “What?” Jensen asks only to be met with Roque’s huge knife, “All right, let’s go.” Roque says always quick to violence then sets the knife in the betting pot

“All right, it’s a game.” Jensen says in defense then follows up with, “All right. I will raise you.” then sets his hand gun down on the box in front of Roque

“You don’t wanna do that.” Roque says

“Oh, no?” Jensen playfully responds

“Got this piece off that Honduran general?” Pooch asks

“Yesssss.” Jensen responds, Cougar shakes his head in disapproval

“Guess what? I’m definitely in.” Pooch says flipping his hand gun and setting it down on the box. You and Jensen Laugh at that

“Let’s go.” Jensen demands, “All right,” Roque says setting down another huge knife making Jensen get excited and Cougar whistle, “This should even me up.”  

“How many knives do you have?” Jensen questions, “What is going on here?”

Pooch turns to Cougar, “Coug, it’s your bet.”

Cougar reaches to pull something out but is cut off by Clay, “Hey, Losers!” he shouts, “It’s time.” 

Lt. Colonel Franklin Clay, Aka, Clay, specializes in OPPERATION CONTROL, he was your team leader, you and your team were loyal to him, as close to family as you could get.

You all suit up and head toward the destination spot for your mission. Pooch gets in the driver seat and Clay in passenger. Roque takes the seat behind Clay, Cougar in the Middle, Jensen behind Pooch and you in the back on the bed. Not that you minded, you’d rather chill in the back with the fresh air than sit in the car with five stinky ass men. 

You drive through Bolivia in you armored vehicle, “All right,” Clay starts his run down, “we got a drug and arms dealer named Fadhil, running a home grown assembly line out by the Madre de Dios River basin. We find it, we paint it  for a laser-targeted bomb, we get the hell out. No muss, no fuss.” Clay finishes

“For that, they need us?” Roque questions

“You’d rather take on 50 dudes with AK's?” Pooch cuts in, everyone looks content after that

Black Betty Begins to play on the radio earning an excited chuckle from Pooch and a groan from Roque. 

You arrive at the destination and get in your places, “All right, I've got eyes on misère Fadhil.” Roque says looking through his military grade binoculars.

“Paint it.: Clay orders, “Showtime, fellas” Pooch starts, “Go ahead and call me Michael Angelo.” He finishes and paints the target with the laser.

Jensen picks up his walkie-talkie, ”Dropkick, this is Pinball. Request fire mission. The target is lased, and you are clear to make a run from north to south. Over.” 

The Pilot responds, “Roger, Pinball, target acquired and locked. Be advised, eta fireworks, zero eight Mikes.” 

Jensen, “Roger, we’ll break out the earplugs.” Jensen sets down the walkie-talkie.

Cougar sees something concerning, “Boss!” he motions to have Clay look through his sniper scope. Clay picks up the gun, “They’re using kids as mules. Call it in!”

”Dropkick, We have children at target site. Repeat, we have eyes on children at target site. Please advise.” Jensen call in Clay’s request for advisory.

“Acknowledged, Maintain position.” the pilot responds, “Maintain Position?” you question with concern, “What’s he talking about, Colonel?” Roque asks

“Dropkick, We strongly recommend cancelation of the payload delivery.” Jensen responds

“Your orders stand. Prep for extraction.” The pilot says

“Sparrow” Clay orders, you take Cougars gun and slam the butt of it into the laser. 

“Dropkick, this is Pinball. Target equipment has suffered catastrophic system failure. Am calling an on-site abort.” Clay responds

“Well that was just stupid.” A voice says Clay looks confused

“Is this mission controller?” Clay asks

“This is Max, Colonel Clay.” Max says

“No one uses names on comms. This is a secure military channel.” Clay states

“Is it really?” Max asks

“Goddammit, you listen to me. There are children on site.” Clay informs 

“And you think I didn’t know that?” Max asks redundantly, ‘We locked coordinates the moment you painted. Delivery will occur on schedule. You have yourself a super day.” 

“You can’t just--” Clay starts but the comms cut out, “Shit! Jensen contact the plane directly. Call an abort.” 

“I’m trying, but he’s jamming us. There’s nothing I can do.” Jensen says helplessly fiddling with the knobs on the walkie.

Clay looks at Roque and he nods, “There’s something we can do.” 

“Right her it is, its six against the fortress. We got, what? maybe eight minuets before an air strike sets the world on fire.” Roque says checking his watch

“Plenty of time.” Clay says heading for the car

“I’ll drive.” Pooch says putting his sunglasses

You arrive on site Pooch driving through the gate like a mad-man. Cougar is standing in the car with his head out of the roof shooting at guys as you come in. you sit in the back shooting at people as you pass. When the car comes to a stop you all take cover on the side hidden from gunfire and behind the car. You all peak out picking off the stragglers as they run for the safety of cover. 

“Jensen and Pooch, get a truck for the kids. The rest out in five.” Clay says

“Not to mention an Airstrike in four and change ladies.” Roque cuts in 

“All right, be out in four. Rally point on me.” Clay reorders

You all make a break for it, Clay and Roque go to free the kids while you and Cougar cover them. Clay and Roque find the kids and Clay sends them with Roque while Clay goes to retrieve the missing kids. 

“Clay we got the kids, rally point in two minutes.” You inform over the comms

Clay appears with the final child and puts the boy in the van before happing in himself. Cougar hops in and closes the door behind them, “Oh, you stop for coffee in there?” Pooch sarcastically asks

“What kind of blast radius we lookin at?” Roque asks before turning to address Pooch, “Okay, Pooch, I’m gonna need you to make this bus go a little faster.” 

“Everybody hold onto something.” Clay says

“Like right now.” Roque suggest

The bus picks up speed and everyone grabs onto something. The blast hits causing Pooch to accelerate the bus down a hill causing it to fly up and land hard as the kids scream. “I got it, I got it.” Pooch exclaims

“There we got, Pooch!” Clay encourages

“whew’ Cougar exclaims looking at the team and the kids start to laugh

You all get off the bus and make your way to the meet up point, you, Cougar, and Clay all carry children with you.

“Pinball, this is Chopper 3. Prepare for extraction.” You hear over the comms

“My favorite part was when we were completely on fire.” Jensen recounts, "But the shootout, that was good times.”

“There she blows.” Clay says spotting the chopper

“Well done.” Pooch commends the kids doing a good job.

“All right, everyone together.” Jensen says jogging toward the chopper with the kids

“Come on, let’s go” Pooch encourages and you all speedily make your way toward the chopper.

“Sir, we don’t have enough room for your team and the kids.” The pilot informs.

“Then its them.” Clay says starting to load the kids onto the chopper

You finish loading the kids onto the chopper and send them on their way, “Some cute little buggers, hope they make it to the court martial.” Pooch smiles

“What is that? You hear that?” Roque

“Guys, this is bad.” Jensen says stating the obvious

“Max, Cobra one, Bandit locked.” you hear over the comms

“Understood. Cobra One, Kill Bandit.” Max orders

You all start running toward the chopper, “NO!” Clay yells as the chopper is blown out of the sky.

“That’s supposed to be us.” Clay says You all rip off your dog tags and throw them into the fire of the wreckage. 

To be continued....

Part 2

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[peyton-warren]

Blinded by the fog Halloween Special

Of course!! It stars my favorite group of Losers, pre- movie.

“C’mon!  It’ll be fun,” you insist as you stare at the two no-fun-at-all lumps across the table from you.   The Losers and their significant others were all piled at a corner table in their usual bar.  You wave at your waitress, drawing a circle over the group to ask for another round.  

Jake’s hands on your hips tighten as he leans forward, pressing your stomach to the table as he shouts to be heard. “We can always come back here afterwards,” he suggests as a way to placate the two oldest members of the team.  

“You two aren’t gonna use this as an opportunity-“

“No!” You and Jake both interrupted Pooch .  You felt your cheeks flame as Jake’s dick hardened under you.   “For the last time, that was one time!” you counter. “Besides you had told us you weren’t coming. So it’s your own fault you saw that.”

“Trust me the memory of Jensen’s naked ass burned onto my brain is very good insurance that I won’t let that happen again,” Pooch shared. “In that ridiculous pirate hat,” he muttered under his breath 

Roque suddenly rejoined the conversation “his ass was wearing a pirate hat??”

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[cigamfossertsim]

jensen: were all adults here

pooch: thats a subject id be willing to debate

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Stacy's Mom, Chapter 7

Word Count:  1.4k

Warnings:  none really

“Dev…I need to talk to you about something,” Jake said nervously as he looked at her.  Devin’s brow furrowed momentarily before she sighed.  She knew that this was coming, “I-wait…what’s that look for?  Why do you-”

“Your job,” she sighed, cutting him off as a hand began running through her hair, “your mom told me earlier in the summer when we were talking…that’s what this is about, right?  Whether or not you are going to re-sign with the military?”

Jake nodded, his breath caught in his throat as he watched her curiously, “I was supposed to give them an answer last week...but I’ve kind of been putting it off.”

This time it was her breath that caught in her throat.  The summer had passed so quickly that neither one of them really thought about anything other than each other and Briana.  They hadn’t really talked about what came after ‘the honeymoon phase.’  But now that the summer had drawn to a close, Jake was faced to look at the decision that was in front of them.

“What do you want to do?”

They both knew the answer. 

While Jake had wanted to re-sign, there was a much larger part of himself that didn’t want to leave his unofficial girlfriend and daughter.  He’d found so much happiness, so much purpose in just being around them that he didn’t think he would be strong enough to leave them behind.

“I mean…I could get out of the military,” he said quickly, offering the suggestion up to her, “I did complete my four years…so my contract is-“

“Jake…”

“No, hear me out, Dev,” he said even quicker, stopping his girlfriend from disagreeing with him, “I-they’ll pay for my schooling.  And while I’ve got a good bit of IT training-“

“I don’t want you to resent me down the road,” she said firmly, looking at him while she had cut him off yet again, “I know that you want to be on that special team.  When we first got together that’s all you told Briana about.  You told her how you were training to become this special forces operative.  I know it means a lot to you and I don’t want you hating us for it because you didn’t take advantage of it when you could.”

“I could never resent you, Dev,” Jake replied softly, reaching out to her.  She went crashing into his arms and Jake sighed, “you’re the mother of my child.  The mother of our future children…I-I could never resent you, Dev…”

She bit her lip, “funny you should mention that…”

Jake’s heart went to his throat as his eyes trailed down to her stomach, his hands cradling the flat expanse while he thought about what she’d just secretly admitted, “Dev…are you…”

She nodded softly biting her lip, “you know, Jensen…you’re not so great at the whole wearing condoms thing…and your pull-out game is a mess…not that I’m complaining…”

Jake smiled, his heart racing a million miles a minute, “I mean…can you blame me…my girlfriend is smoking hot.  I don’t ever want to pull out.”

She laughed and hit his arm, “oh my god, you’re horrible…”

“So wait…you’re really-“

“I found out this morning,” she nodded, biting her lip, “I-I was going to run to the store to grab another test to make sure this afternoon...but…well-”

“I’m gonna be a dad again,” he smiled dreamily, watching her.  She nodded and his grin couldn’t be contained as he looked between her face and her stomach, “we’re gonna have another baby?”

“After this one though…you’re getting snipped,” she teased, tapping right at the top of his jeans, “I’m forty and pregnant…something I never thought I’d say…”

“Wh-what are you guys doing here?” Jake asked nervously as he looked around the room. Jake was shocked to see Roque, Pooch, Clay, and Cougar sitting at the kitchen table when he woke up.  Devin had made them all breakfast and Briana was animatedly telling Cougar about her bunnies while she munched on her own breakfast. 

“Came to check up on you,” Clay said with a smile as he drank some coffee, “been talking with your beautiful girlfriend here for half an hour.  You know, for a soldier you’re bad with your deadlines, Jensen…stopped the administration from filing your discharge paperwork.”

Jake paled as he looked to Devin.  He hadn’t told her that he was going to just ignore the calls until they discharged him.  The look on her face was a confused one. “J-Jake?”

“Daddy was a discharge?”

Pooch looked at Jensen curiously, “daddy?  I didn’t know that you had kids, Jensen.”

“Yeah…he’s my daddy!” Briana said proudly.  Then she held up her arms, each of which had her stuffed bunnies in them, “daddy say morning to bunnies.  An me!”

Jake was quick to go into the kitchen and scoop his daughter up in his arms and kiss her on both cheeks, and then kiss the bunnies, “good morning princess Briana.  Good morning Jake and Devin.”

Roque looked amused as he crossed his arms.  Clay chuckled and drank down some more of his coffee, watching the side of the youngest possible member of the losers that he hadn’t disclosed to anyone.  Cougar watched without saying a word as Briana snuggled into his chest. 

“Love you daddy.”

“I love you too, Briana,” Jake said softly.  He walked back over to her seat and put her back down, “eat your breakfast before sissy comes over.”

Briana frowned, “can you stay here today daddy?  I don’t want you to leave when sissy comes over.”

“Briana eat your breakfast,” Devin said carefully, trying to pull her daughter’s attention back to her breakfast.  Then she turned to Jake, “Jake…do you want to go to the office with your…friends?”

“Oh no, it’s fine, ma’am…” Clay smirked sitting back in the chair, “like I said, when you kindly made us breakfast, we just wanted to make sure Jensen here was serious about being discharged…have you two talked it over?  He’s got a real opportunity here with the team!”

“Briana…baby if you’re done eating, go play in the living room…”

“I can take her,” Cougar said softly.  Devin nodded that it was okay and he turned to Briana, “want to go play in the living room?”

“Can we have a tea party, Mr. Cougar?”

He nodded and she took his hand, allowing him to lead her to the living room.  Clay turned his attention between Jake and Devin, “there seems to be a little bit of tension here…am I wrong in assuming that the two of you hadn’t discussed this?”

“Jake, you told me…you said that you were still thinking about it,” Devin said quietly as she spared a glance to her boyfriend, “When did you change your mind?  Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Dev…I don’t want to leave you and Bri…I can’t leave you…especially not with…”

“The pregnancy…” she said, cutting him off. 

Jake nodded, biting his lip, “Dev…I can’t just put another one in you and walk away again…lo-look how much I missed with Briana.  I missed first steps…first words…I-“

“She loves you, Jake,” she said softly, reaching out to him, “if you’re worried about the baby not loving you because you’re in the military, you’re crazy.”

“I don’t want to walk away again.”

“Family is important,” Roque said, breaking the silence, “I have two daughters…and I’m not going to lie to you, Jensen…it’s tough being away from them sometimes…but what gets me through is knowing that what I do, what happens makes a difference.  It keeps not only the country safe, but it keeps them safe.”

“It’s not a decision to be taken lightly, Jensen,” Clay said firmly as he finished off his coffee.  He stood up and stared at the youngest man in the room, “if you want to be part of the team, the job is yours.  Your skills are far beyond anyone elses we’ve got lined up behind you should you not want the position…but we have to leave for a mission.   If you’re not at the air strip in twenty-four hours, I’ll have administration push through your discharge papers and you’ll truly be a civilian…but if you’re there, you’re in…understood?”

“Yes sir…”

Jake watched as Roque, Clay, and Pooch collected Cougar from the living room and made their way out of Devin’s house.  Then his eyes turned towards his girlfriend, and he noticed her hand absentmindedly tracing her stomach. 

"Dev..."

"I know you want to go, Jake.  I c-we can’t hold you back" she said slowly, tears welling up in her eyes, "We-we’ll be okay.  I promise…”

“Devin, I don’t want to leave you,” Jake uttered, “I can’t leave you and Briana and the baby…I don’t wan-“

“It’s okay to leave, Jake,” she offered sadly, cutting her boyfriend off, “Just promise me that you’re coming back if you do.”

Chapter 8, The End

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The amount of money I would pay to see and Jensen and Pooch movie!

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Pirate & Pin Cushion (3)

Jake Jensen x gn! ops!Reader

Painful...But In A Good Way (see previous or JJ Masterlist)

The last thing you remember is the awkward kiss Jake planted on you during a screaming match. Now, awake and healed, your friend and teammate is acting more awkward than usual around you.

Warnings for foul language, *super skimmed over action,* canon-level betrayal (Roque), completely vague mentions of injuries, suspicions, doubts, misunderstandings,--GO FIGURE--an argument, and I just wanted this done honestly. Not that I don't love them, but I need a win in the COMPLETED department. WC ~1.5k

You’re a Loser through and through now.

Months have gone by since you were stabbed and unceremoniously, sorta-kinda-maybe-not kissed by Jake Jensen. You woke up six days later with Pooch by your side, disappointed it wasn’t your Banter Bro.

The last thing you remember is turning away from Jake to hide your face. After that, nothing. You suppose he feels awkward about it. Maybe he regrets it, even if the ‘kiss’ was just part of a gag to him.

The most frustrating part is everything is exactly the same. Jake keeps you at arm’s length, a holding pattern to get no closer as teammates but no farther as friends.

Is this…are you in the friend zone???

It blows.

You’d still prefer this over being a pariah, so on you quip from interaction to interaction.

For all Jake’s hype about loving Halloween, he shuts down when you ask him what costume you should choose. Then he goes home to his sister and niece for the holiday.

...Okay…

You console yourself knowing this is for the best. You’d promised yourself no attachments, and nature clearly pushes for you to keep that promise.

You’ve almost—almost—resigned yourself to actual pin-cushion-status, jabbed repeatedly by his indifference. You are PC: perpetually crushing on Jake Jensen. It sucks.

You can be professional though. You can keep up with the jokes and take the hits to your heart and body that come with the job.

Until you can’t.

Los Angeles. The port. The shitshow.

While scrambling to get out of the line of fire in a showdown gone wrong, Jake cuts his leg vaulting over a concrete barrier, and you get him to a nook between shipping crates.

You squat down to change the mag on your MP7 and suddenly hear Roque’s voice behind you. He’s not on the comms.

“Should’ve told ‘em, Jensen."

The look on Jake’s face is shocked and bitter.

Roque clicks his tongue. "At least then they’d know…”

Before you can so much as turn to look, Jake’s raised his own weapon, firing right over your shoulder and within inches of your ear.

The pain is sharp and hot, sending you stumbling into the warped metal wall of the nearest container.

Jake wraps a thick arm around your waist and yanks you away.

You catch sight of Roque dead on the asphalt.

It’s complete chaos, pure survival mode for the next twenty minutes, deaf and deftly tying a bandage around Jake’s leg in an open, empty crate while he’s on comms and frantically hand-signaling you the plan.

But you make it. Everyone but Roque makes it.

Eventually, when the ringing subsides in your non-ruptured ear, Clay lays outRoque betrayed the team. Aisha teaches you a way to cup your occipital and tap to reduce the tinnitis. Pooch leaves to see the birth of his first child.

You’re left to ponder if Jake is a traitor, too.

Did he kill Roque to keep his own cover? Was he supposed to recruit you into his and Roque’s plan? Is that what he ‘should have told you’ so Roque wouldn’t need to kill you?

The possibilities haunt you. Is this why he’s kept you distant for months? Was Jake worried you’d catch on?

You blame your stupid crush for stopping you from telling Cougar your concerns. You trust Jake—or you want to trust him, so badly—so you confront him alone.

Dinner. At your place. Away from the team so he can feel safe to admit it. Away from the team so you can pretend your forgiveness isn’t already secured. You’ll deal with the consequences once you know the truth.

Jake seems an odd mix of totally psyched and forcefully reserved when you invite him and a nervous wreck when he arrives at your door.

It’s just pizza. You were too distracted to do more.

He doesn’t pick up his slice because you don’t either, running your hands up and down your thighs compulsively, then quietly asking, “about what Roque said…”

Jake leans back in his chair, leg bouncing frantically, rubbing at his neck. “Yeah,” he replies, eyes on the floor.

“Was he…were you his partner in that? Were you suppose to take me out, too?

Jake’s head snaps up, his mouth askew and brow pinched. “WHAT?”

“Just tell me the truth. I swear, we can work it out with the rest—“

“Is this what—what the fuck—“ he shoves the chair back and steps away “—that’s the reason I’m here right now? I thought you were finally gonna say it!”

Jake rips his glasses off his face and harshly runs his fingers through his frosted tips.

“Say…what? What am I supposed to say? I’m not the one Roque had a damn secret with.”

He’s visibly upset but with bugged-out eyes like he has no idea what to do.

“Well, I’m not a fucking traitor,” he mumbles.

Jake replaces his glasses and takes his phone from the pocket of his low-slung jeans, hitting a few buttons and tossing it onto the table. It slides until it knocks your plate.

His own recorded laugh cuts off quickly. “Okay, PC, what were you saying about Halloween? One more time,” and then comes another slow voice, “I should have told you before I died.

“I love you.”

Your whole body freezes, brain turning the words over and over until it occurs to you…that is your voice.

“I didn’t say that.” Your knee-jerk reaction comes swiftly. “I don’t remember that.”

Jake snorts without humor. “Got that part.”

You’re too stunned to speak. You can’t even imagine when you would have…oh god.

Jake rushes to fill the silence as you die inside, again, maybe more realistically because what.

“Did you at least think I was a badass, like, ya know, a sexy traitor or whatever? Or…were you gonna wrestle me to the ground after I ate a whole pie?”

You keep sitting with your mouth agape.

“You didn’t poison the pizza, did you? Right? Say 'no.' That’s overkill, or just, kill—were gonna kill me?!”

“I’D KNOWN YOU FOR TWO WEEKS,” you explode, bolting out of your own chair.

“Yeah,” Jake squeaks, “I know.”

“Two weeks, and then you taped me saying ‘I love you?’”

“But, like—“ his usually deep timbre pitches super high “…did you?”

“Why would you just sit on that, Jake?!”

He shrugs. “You weren’t exactly sober.”

Too much, too many feelings, all at once. You try to get away, to make a break for the bathroom, but Jake grabs your wrist and swings your momentum to the wall.

Your back hits with a soft thud, pinned in place by Jake’s chest. He’s not breathing heavily, but you are, pushing you against him repeatedly.

That just makes it harder.

Yes, you said it (you guess), and yes, you meant it. Jake, however, hasn’t said word one about if he feels some sort of way for you. Your brain can’t intuit his romantic inclinations two minutes after accusing him of treachery.

He’s…there, not moving, not speaking, lips slightly parted while he stares at you.

You clear your throat.

“You’re…you’re touching me,” you say softly.

Jake doesn’t skip a beat, gently tightening his hold on your arms. “That’s what I do, PC. Finger keyboards.”

You gag as he quickly shakes his head.

“What the fuck?”

“Sounds sooooo bad," Jake moans. "I’m so sorry.” He let’s go of you, steps back, and slaps his hands in the air frantically. “Wait, okay? That was not the joke. I can do it.”

“You’re sick, man.”

Jake rubs at his temples, muttering something about keys, computers, and Halloween. “Hold on...so dumb. This is why I was trying to record it! It’s your joke. You were laying on the bed and--”

“I would never say you fin—“

“He was standing right there,” Jake bursts, scaring you to silence. “Roque. When you said that into the phone, I mean, he was standing at the door and he heard.”

Jensen sighs. Defeated and deflated, he rests his hands on his hips, inhaling sharply.

“So at the port when… He aimed a gun at you and I just—“ he makes a finger gun to point over your shoulder, adding a soft pow sound-effect “—Roque was saying I should have told you before he tried to kill you.”

“About the recording?”

“No.” Jake rocks on his heels.

“About the joke?” Your voice is so small.

His stupid, beautiful blue eyes lift to meet yours.

“No, pin cushion, not about the joke.”

There's a horridly long pause of nothingness.

"Fuck it."

Jake lunges forward with startling intensity, fingers lace behind your head to draw you to him.

You don’t turn away this time.

His lips are soft yet determined, slowly pulsing to transform one kiss into dozens, and he adjusts everything—his height, his stance, his proximity to get even more of you in a single embrace.

“I love you,” Jake whispers, shifting to tilt you left while he goes right. “I should have told you ‘I love you,’ too.”

You promised yourself no attachments, but who are you kidding? You're such a loser, and you found your match.

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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[nifolution]

Love Me Again

Pairing: Jake Jensen & Plus-size Reader

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

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

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

You Loved Me Once    Main Masterlist     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomato-tomahto.”

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

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

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

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

“Agreed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you don't hate me?”

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

“Impossible.”

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

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

“I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can come closer.”

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

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

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

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

“I love you, Jakey.”

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

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover - One - Jake

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

"Alight Losers, focus up.”  

Colonel Franklin Clay looked at his exhausted team.  It had been a long, few months, getting back from Bolivia, getting to Max and Roque’s betrayal of the team. They had just received their pardons, visiting the families that thought them dead and were now back together for their final debrief.  

Or so they thought.  

“We got tapped for an undercover ops,” Clay explained.  “It’s going to be a long one but the request is coming from an outside source.”  

“So not your typical ops.” Sgt. Linwood ‘Pooch’ Porteous commented while kicking his feet onto the desk in front.  

“Not this time.  One will be in deep cover at a company where the target works.  The mission is to recon and discovery of the target’s mission.”  

“Who’s asking?” Pooch flipped a pen in the air. Sgt. Carlos ‘Cougar’ Alvarez caught it and put it down shaking his head.  

“Dunno.  Our handler should be coming in…” 

“Right now.”  A tall, dark hair individual came in, suit, no tie, followed by another man.  “Nick Fowler, CIA director of Foreign Affairs.” 

“Clay.  That’s Pooch, Cougar, Aisha and… Jensen!” 

A blonde stood up from the snack table, licorice in his mouth.  He wiped his hands on his jeans and walked over.  “Hi!” 

“Great.  This is Inspector Harry Hart, British Intelligence.”  

“How do you do?” He shook everyone’s hand before clearing his throat.  “We would normally send in our own man but since our target is based in the US, we need an American to blend in.  We need someone who can also blend in seamlessly and get close to the target.”  

“That would be me,” Clay said.  

“Excellent.  And this is our target.”  He flashed a picture.  “John Fitzgerald. He is a former MI6, turned mercenary. He has been keeping low until just a few days ago when we intercepted intelligence that he is a threat to the crown. The King has been informed of the situation but is obviously not involved for his safety and the safety of his family.”  

“Shit,” Clay mumbled. He picked up the photo of the target.  “I know him.  We worked together 20 years ago.  I can’t go in.”  

“Who can?” Fowler asked.  

Clay furrowed his brow. “What company?” 

“It is,” Hart shuffled his papers, “ADR Diagnostics.  A tech company.”  

The Losers all swiveled their heads and looked at Jensen, who looked back with wide eyes. “What?” 

“Jensen can go in,” Clay said.  

Hart stepped forward.  “Name, rank and qualifications?” 

Jensen stood up straighter. “Captain Jake Jensen, masters in computer science and Data Analytics.” Jake started to sweat a little as Fowler and Hart inspected him.  

“Well, he does have the look of an IT guy,” Fowler commented. “What do you think, Inspector?” 

“Captain, you understand that you will essential be a civilian working undercover to find out what is going on with Fitzgerald?  There is not a timetable.  The faster you discover his motives, the faster you are out.”  

“Colonel,” Jake turned to Clay, “I thought we were out?”  

“They haven’t given us our papers yet Jake.  This would be our last mission.” Clay turned to the team. “It’s up to you.”  

“I’m in,” Pooch said.  Cougar tilted his trademark hat. Aisha shrugged.  Clay turned back to Jensen.  “The company is based near your family’s hometown.  You can stay near them and visit like normal since you do have to keep up appearances.”  

Home. Something that Jake had longed for.  His reunion with his parents has been joyful.  Especially since his cousin Savannah and niece Grace had been visiting.  Her husband and two other children had stayed home with the flu, which was a bummer but still.  

“Alright,” Jensen clapped his hands together.  “I’m in.”  

“Excellent. We will get you planted as a manager of an IT group.  You start a week from Monday to allow you time to get settled.  The apartment we have procured for you is in the town center and you should be able to walk to the office,” Hart explained.  

Civilian life.  

Not something he was expecting. But here he was, Captain Jake Jensen, IT guy. He stood in front of ADR Diagnostics and looked up. The weekend had been interesting.  His parents had been thrilled that he was going to be closer to home.   He settled into his loft apartment and set up his reconnaissance equipment to maintain contact with the team.  He was to check in every Friday, under the guise of drinks with old friends.  He had studied his target.  

Fitzgerald was a handsome man, loyal to the crown, until an accident killed his partner, and he went sideways.  He left the service, went underground.  The threat that brought him back into radar was interesting.  Fitzgerald was looking for leverage against the old King of England.  His Majesty, King Harold had just stepped down to his son, Anthony, his only child, in a swirl of worry as Anthony had not had any children of his own.  

Jake found it curious on the line of succession the next person would be Anthony’s cousin, Lewis, to inherit.  From what Jake found online, the people of England despised Lewis for his snotty attitude to the common people and his utter disdain for his uncle and cousin, so much as speaking out against them. What could Fitzgerald be looking for to hold over the old King? He must be connected to Prince Lewis in some way, Jake noted to himself.  

Walking in, he was greeted by his new supervisor. “Jake?” 

“Yeah, Jake Jensen.” He offered his hand.  

“Michael Anderson.  Follow me.”  

Jake internally snorted remembering his break into the last company.  He followed the man to the bank of elevators and went up.  

“So, Jake, you’ll be heading a team of techs checking for security for our clients. Your team is four plus you and you will be reporting to me.  We do a daily report due at the end of the day before you leave. You have to send that to Sam, my assistant.”  

Jake nodded along. “Cool. No problem.”  

Michael looked over Jake. “I know it’s your first day but lose the tie. We’re pretty casual here. Polo and jeans will do.  Fridays can be a t shirt.”  

“Sure.” Jake pulled off his tie and stuffed it into his backpack. Getting off on the 14th floor, Michael directed him to an air where five desks were situated.  “Guys, focus up.” Four heads popped up.  “This is your new team leader Jake Jensen. This is Fred, Dave, Rob and Pete, your team. Make him feel welcome and shit. I’ll check in with you guys later.”  

“Uh, Mr. Anderson?” 

“Mike, please.” 

“Right Mike. Uh computer?” 

“Right.” He pulled a laptop out of his own bag. “Email is set up and will have all your system logins. Sam should have emailed you your report instructions and everything you need. Have any questions, ask your team or send a message to Sam. Otherwise, own your team, Jake.”  

“Thanks.” Mike walked away and Jake turned back to the guys. “Hi.” He awkwardly waved his hand.  

“Sup, boss man, I’m Fred. De facto mouth of the team.  That Dave, Rob and Peter,” pointing to each guy. “Uh I’ll let you set up.”  

“Thanks. Just set up and you guys can tell me where you are.” Jake moved to his new desk and took out a frame. Pictured was his niece Grace with his cousin Savannah. They had lost touch for a few years when his asshole aunt and uncle cut Savvy off. Now she was married and happy and Jake got back in touch with her. A perk of no longer being dead.  

As he set his desk up, he looked up to see a beautiful brunette walk across the floor. Her long dark hair with blonde tip bounced with her curls in a sleek ponytail.  She wore an emerald-green blouse with dark jeans and heels. Jensen couldn’t help but stare. And then she looked up. Cupid lips, soft pink cheeks, cat eyeglasses framing big eyes with lashes. Her smile made Jake swoon. When she looked in his direction he ducked and moved to open his email. “Stupid,” he muttered to himself. No way a girl that gorgeous is single. He concentrated on the task at hand, reading the first email in his new inbox.  

From: Sam Matthews  To: Jake Jensen  Hi!  Below are your logins for the system. I’ve attached a sample excel sheet to use for your daily reports. Any questions, you can email or instant message me.   Welcome to the team Jake!   Sincerely,  Sam Matthews  Assistant to Michael Anderson  

Jake reviewed all the info given and then sat with his team.  But his mind never left the beautiful brunette. I wonder where she works, he thought to himself.  

Closer than you think, Jake.  

The day went smoother than he thought, ADR’s systems sophisticated but simple. He was able to catch up to where his team was at and log in the progress.  He caught glimpses of his dream girl as she walked around the office. Lunch time with the team was easy, the guys were really nice about inviting Jake and keeping him in the conversation.  But it was around three that Jake got his break.  He was headed into the break room for a much needed pick me up in the way of coffee. Making sure that he didn’t get lost, his eyes wandered around the floor before his reflexes caused him to dodge someone.  

“Excuse me, sorry,” he heard and looked to see a flounce of curls walk away.  It was dream girl. He was about to say something when someone else caught his attention.  

“Pardon me, I just… you’re new.” A British accent hit Jake’s ears and he looked to find himself face to face with John Fitzgerald.  

“Yeah, hi. I’m Jake, IT.”  

“John, accounting.  Sorry, did you see a brunette pass by?” 

Jake stared a second too long at Fitzgerald and shook himself back to the present.  “Uh, yeah, she went into the elevator.”  

“Sly minx, she is.  You must know how that is,” Fitzgerald flashed Jake a rouge smile.  Jake swallowed and nodded unsure what to say.  “Well, I’ll see you around Jake.”  

“Likewise.”  

This guy? Jake shook his head as he poured himself a cup.  Dammit. Now I have to be all douchebag around this guy, he thought to himself as he took a sip.  Another voice startled him that he spilled his coffee a bit.  

“Is he gone?” 

Jake turned to see his dream girl in front of him. Her glasses were pushed up into her hair, showing off her big eyes that he now knew were brown with flecks of green and gold in them. She was chewing on her bottom lip, making it fuller.  Jake was memorized.  “Uh, yeah.  I told him that you went up the elevator.”  

“Thank you.  God, he just won’t take no for an answer.”  

Jake was captivated by her voice. It had a slight accent to it but barely noticeable.  “Sorry for my species.” He wrinkled his nose at the comment and went to leave, knowing he had just made a fool of himself.  

But then he heard it: her giggle.  “Thank you for apologizing.  I’m Sam, by the way. Sam Matthews.”  

Holy. Shit.  

His new boss’s assistant is his dream girl.  

And suddenly, being undercover was not so bad.  

NEXT

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Trickle makes the *funniest* faces lol

She is the funniest freaking loser ever. She started off as this sweet, shy, polite pooch that never bothered anyone but now that she’s comfortable she’s a giant BRAT. Here’s a video of her complaining at the river today, note the sneaky snap at Harold as well.

[niffala]

Love Me Again

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

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

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

A/N: This is a sequel to You Loved Me Once. Reader insert version found here. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

You Loved Me Once    Main Masterlist     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---------------

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomato-tomahto.”

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

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

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

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

“Agreed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you don't hate me?”

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

“Impossible.”

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

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

“I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can come closer.”

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

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

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

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

“I love you, Jakey.”

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

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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

#niffala fics #jake jensen x ofc #jake jensen angst #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen #jake jensen x oc

[captainsyswhore]

The Cougar and His Sparrow

Masterlist

Summary: After faking your deaths you and the rest of the losers have to get used to civilian life...sort of?

Part. 2

Do not copy my work or repost anywhere else without giving me credit.

Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez x Reader

Cougar x (Fem)Reader

Warning: Lewd themes and Mature language. Minors DNI.

After the explosion you all set out to find jobs so you could pay to eat and live whilst Clay found out his information on Max. You and Pooch were working as mechanics. Jensen and Cougar were working in the “I Love You Mommy” Doll factory. Clay and Roque spent their time doing god knows what. 

When you all came back after a long days work Clay told us to meet tomorrow at the cemetery, he looked a bit roughed up. He met someone who was gonna get us information on Max and possibly back into the states. You all went to sleep in your respective rooms. You all had to pick bunk buddies. Jensen and Pooch share, Clay and Roque shared, You and Cougar shared.

You and cougar had grown close since the explosion. You didn’t exactly pick to bunk with Cougar you were more told that because you both were so quiet, Jensen told you it only made sense because you two would get along cause you don’t speak enough to start fights. 

But as the night went on it became less strange to wake up cuddling with the man. You spent your nights talking about life, sharing secrets, and talking about plans for the future. You couldn’t help but start to harbor feelings for Cougar.

You and Pooch show up to the cemetery together after work finding Clay and Roque already there. After a few minutes you her the faint sound of motor scooters. You see Cougar and Jensen riding on them behind the girls driving them.

“Sorry we were late. There was a party at the doll factory. It was Pepito’s birthday.” Jensen says 

“Yeah?” Pooch questions

Cougar gets off his bike and thanks his girl with a peck then moving to the girl on Jensen’s bike. Pooch and Clay snicker at Jensen standing awkwardly next to the girl he was gonna try to kiss. A small pit of jealousy blooms in your stomach only to fall away as the girls take off.

“So she wanted to meet in a cemetery.” Jensen starts, “That’s not  like foreboding at all.”  

“Am I the only one who sees this shirt?” Roque asks looking at Jensen’s beautiful pink shirt with the words “Go Petunias!” splayed across the front. “No” Pooch answers Roque also disgustedly looking at Jensen’s shirt.

“Oh.” Jensen finally realizes were talking about his shirt, “it’s my nieces soccer team. Eight and under. I checked their scores online and I---” He stops looking up when he’s met with all of our unimpressed stares

“What?” he defends, “They’re in the playoffs.” we all walk away at his explanation

We all walk through the cemetery as Jensen looks up background info on Aisha the girl Clay met with supposed intel on Max, “What do you have on her?” Clay asks

“Besides a Pant-busting crush? Her company file is blank. CIA has a standing kill order on her.  As does Hamas, Sinn Fein. Pretty much everyone with the exception of PETA wants this chick amscrayed.” Jensen informs

“You think you’re thinking clear on this?” Roque asked, “cause every time you mess up its cause of a woman.” 

“Name one time I--” Clay challenges

“Amber.” Roque cuts clay off

“Amber wasn’t the problem. Amber’s husband was the problem.” Clay defends

“Amber’s husband wasn’t the one who shot you.” Pooch says

“It was only in the leg.” Clay says

“What about Emma?” Jensen asks

“Emma doesn’t count. I didn’t sleep with Emma.” Clay defends again

“No. ‘cause she put a bomb in your car.” You chuckle out

“All right. I admit. That did take a little romance out of the relationship.” Clay finally concedes 

“Yeah. And now this chick shows up and, uh--- What’s her name? Aisha? And well, burns down our hotel.” Roque reasons

“I’m clear Roque.” Clay assure

“Well, you better be, ‘cause I ain’t getting killed by no girl.” Roque finishes

“It’s been a long time since anyone called me a girl.” Aisha says appearing then walks toward us, “She put a bomb in your car?” She asks

“She was volatile.” Clay says before introducing us, “Aisha, this is Jensen, Pooch, Roque, Cougar and Sparrow.” he motions as he explains

“Really?” She giggles at our names and continues after noticing our lack of amusement, “Gentlemen, and lady, in 97 hours, Max will be in Miami. He travels in an armored column with at least 30 private security armed to the teeth. You have a better shot at kidnapping the president. Good news for you is I have the power to  get you guys back into the U.S. and fund the entire op as you see fit. You get Max and were square.” 

“And why should we believe you?” Roque asks with his knife in hand

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

“Colonel?” Jensen asks

“Don’t call me that. Were not soldiers anymore.” Clay says

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

“They started it.” Cougar says throwing the folder with the information in front of everyone

To Be Continued 

#cougar x reader #cougar alvarez #jake jensen #the losers (2010) #pooch the losers #roque the losers #clay the losers #reader insert #x reader

[peyton-warren]

Blinded by The Fog Series

How the loss of the love of your life led you to the arms of the man of your dreams.

Summary: Reeling from the loss of your husband in a tragic accident in Bolivia, you throw yourself into caring for the other women left behind, avoiding your own care. Along the way you meet another Army Captain who helps you see you should be cared for too. You grow closer to the new man in your life only to find out a few months later that your husband is actually alive but in hiding.

Fandoms: Sand Castle & The Losers (Also Henry Cavill and Chris Evans Characters)

Characters: Jake Jensen x f!reader, Syverson x f!reader, Franklin Clay, William Roque, Cougar, Pooch, Jolene and OCs.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, grief, loss of spouse, loss of found family, insecurity, self doubt, guilt, pregnancy, infertility, miscarriage, cheating (if unintentional), male on male violence, military-style violence, sexy times, age gap (male early 30s, female early 20s) Each chapter will have specific warnings.

Chapters

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7, Part 8, part 9

Part 10 Coming soon

Asks

Director's Cut- Behind the Scenes I - Syverson's perspective during Parts 4, 5 and 6. Playlist

Drabbles

(Mostly about Reader and Jake's lives, in chronological order, not posting order)

High School

Starry Night Drabble

Jensen realizing he’s in love

Reader realizes Jensen is her goober

Scarf Drabble

College/Military training years

Baking Drabble

Cookies Drabble

Established Relationship

Silence Drabble

Hot Chocolate Drabble

Who Stole My Homework?

Author's Note:

Original prompt from an online plot generator -

"You are the wife of a soldier who is missing in action and presumed dead. His best friend, who survived the war, offered you comfort and companionship, and over time love blossomed. A year later, you learn that your husband is alive and is coming home. Now you must confess to him that you have moved on—or have you?"

I mean who else was I going to put into that prompt??

Playlist Songs that remind me of this series and/or I've been listening to while writing it. Will update occasionally until the series is done.

Masterlist

Asks are always open. Click here for all posts related to this tale.

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[cigamfossertsim]

jensen: then well flip for it

aisha: if i flip you, you will get hurt

pooch: do it, jensen. you can take her

#jake jensen #aisha fadhil #aisha #pooch #linwood porteous #the losers #the losers (2010) #chris evans #zoe saldana #columbus short #vertigo comics #dc comics

[sarah-in-disguise]

Home

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, faked death, hurt/comfort

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

Word Count: 2032

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

Disclaimer: I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.  This is a work of fiction and I do not own any characters in this story.  By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.  Moodboard was created by me and picture sources are Google and Canva.

Make sure to check out my brand new masterlist!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#jake jensen x female reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen #reader insert #jake jensen fanfiction #synth's writer's camp summer 2022 #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x plus sized reader

[viktoriakomova]

kyla really screwed the pooch she went from being universally adored as a gymnast plus has actual talent and skill outside of gymnastics and now shes an assistant coach at a flop ass program and lives in arkansas with a loser fiancé

look what they did to my STEM queen

#shoulda stuck to that cell biology thing. its not too late kyla