#she always sends me pick up lines and our friends call her out on her flirting and she just tells them to shut up and

[alotofpockets]

Meeting again | Part 1 - Part 2 | Leah Williamson x Reader

Where you take your son to Leah's book signing and you reconnect with your high school friend/crush.

Happy birthday to our blonde pookie!

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.7k

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You were doing some work around the house when your ex called. “Hey Ryan, what’s up?” You say as you turn off the vacuum. “Hi y/n, I’m so sorry. I know that it’s my day, but I’m going to be stuck at work until late. Is there any way you can pick up Liam from school and take him to that book signing from Leah?” The two of you had gotten a divorce many years ago, when you had finally come to terms with your sexuality. Ryan had always been understanding, and now you were still friends, and co-parented your son Liam together. “Oh yeah, don’t worry, I can do that.” You could hear the relief in his voice. “Thank you so much, I owe you one. He has a half day, so he should be done at school in about an hour. I packed his Arsenal jersey and scarf, he wanted to wear them to the signing. Thank you again, I have to go. Send me pictures of the signing?”  Your kid would always be your number one priority, so you hung up the phone and got ready.

“Hey bud, your dad is stuck at work, so I’m going to take you to Waterstones later, is that okay?” The boy greeted you with a hug. “Yes, of course, you’ll get to see Leah again!” Back in high school you and Leah were very close, there was even some gossip about the two of you dating, but when you got wind of that you shut those rumours down quickly by starting a relationship with Ryan, a relationship that drove a wedge between your friendship with Leah. Your love for the women’s game continued to grow though, and you have supported Arsenal all your life, just like Leah. Liam fell in love with it too, and you often found yourself amongst the crowd of Arsenal WFC and Lionesses matches together. Liam was a smart kid, and after finding you looking at TikTok videos of Leah, he started asking questions. “Watch it, or we’re not going.” You said with a fake seriousness. Liam knew full well that it was an empty threat as you loved messing with him. 

You decided to make it a special day for your son, by taking him out for lunch before heading over to Waterstones. It was to no surprise to you that he wanted to go to his favourite restaurant. “Smile for your dad.” The boy looked up from his plate with a big grin on his face. Proudly wearing his Williamson jersey and his Arsenal scarf. 

The line at Waterstones was long, but you bought the book and joined the line together. You could tell he was excited just by the way his eyes lit up, and his smile was constantly present on his face. His excitement made you glad that you were able to join him on this occasion, but it didn’t trump your nerves of seeing Leah again. Of course, you had seen her play, but you were always just a person in the crowd, and now you were going to be face to face with the girl you’ve had a crush on since you were fifteen. 

Never in your life had you been so nervous to see someone from your past, but you set it aside for your son, this was his moment. Plus Leah would probably not even remember you, right? You were a nobody, and she was the England captain and the Arsenal co-captain. 

When it was your turn, Liam walked up to the signing table, while you stood back to take pictures. “Hi, what’s your name?” You heard the blonde ask your son. “I’m Liam, it’s very nice to meet you. My mom is a big fan of yours as well.” The sneaky little bastard, you thought as your eyes met Leah’s. Her eyes showed instant recognition. ‘Yours?’ she mouthed your way, and you answered with a nod. “It’s very nice to meet you too Liam, want to come over to this side for a picture?” Leah signed the book, and wrote something on one of the cards laying to the side as Liam made his way around the table. “I see you’re repping my jersey! You know what would go great with that?” He shook his head. “This new cap, would you like one?” Liam looked over to you with hopeful eyes, “Can I mom?” You smiled at the interaction between Leah and your son, “Yeah, of course.” He turned back to Leah, “Thank you so much!” The two posed for a picture. “Any time Liam. Here is your signed book, and could you please give this card to your mom?” He grinned big when he saw a written phone number on the back of the card. “Thank you Leah!”

“Mom! I got you her number, you have to call her!” You look at the card that Liam handed you ‘Would love to catch up, send me a text if you’re up for it :)’ along with her cell. You looked between the card and Leah, who shot you a smile before returning to the next person in line. “Please tell me you’re going to send her a text, please!” Liam was tired of always seeing you admire Leah from afar, and now that you had a real shot to reconnect with her, he wanted you to take it. Plus how cool would it be if his mom would go out with the Leah Williamson? You pocket the card, “Maybe later, you little snitch. I thought we had a deal.” You say playfully as you put your arm around his shoulder. Quite frankly it scared you a little to send her a text. “Let’s head home.”

When you got home you put Leah’s number in your phone and stared at the message screen forever, trying to decide what to text her. You really wanted to reconnect with her, but you also didn’t want to overcompensate, and ruin any chance you had. You settled on something simple, letting her make the next move.

You: Hi Leah, it’s y/n. It was good seeing you today, catching up sounds nice.

You hadn’t expected to get a message back from her so soon.

Leah: So glad we ran into each other. Talk about the details later?

The message notification was staring back at you, your heart was beating out of your chest simply from her message. You quickly put your phone away, without opening her message when Liam walks in. “Mom, you know that I want you to be happy right?” You nod, “Of course, I know that kiddo. What makes you say that?” He shrugs, “I just don’t want you to hold back because of me.” You shake your head, “You’re too smart. I love you, kiddo.” He hugs your side, “I love you too, mom.” 

The two of you were hanging out at home, when Ryan called again. “Hey, thank you for sending me those pictures. They really made my day, glad to see him so happy.” You notice the exhaustion behind his words, “Yeah of course, I don’t want you to miss out on stuff because of your job.” Liam was so important to the both of you, but your divorce had led to missing some things here and there, that you always tried to minimise together. “Speaking of work, I should be done around eight. You know I hate to ask, but-” You interrupted him, “You don’t have to ask, of course. Pick him up whenever you are done, okay?” You heard the relief in his voice, “Thank you. Can I talk to him for a moment?” You walk over to Liam and hand him the phone, “It’s your dad.” After handing him your phone, you give him some space to talk to his dad. 

You continued vacuuming since you weren’t done when you had to pick up Liam from school. So, you didn’t hear the interaction with Ryan, or when the call was over, and definitely not when you got another phone call. Liam looked at the contact and smirked to himself. When he realised you didn’t hear the phone call, he picked up himself. “Hi Leah, it’s Liam.” The girl had not expected your son to pick up, but she went with it anyway. “Hey Liam! How did you like the book signing?” He told her how much he enjoyed it before Leah continued with her questions. “I was looking for your mom, is she around?” If it were a video call, Leah would have seen the mischievous look in Liam’s eyes, but since it was a voice call he could hide behind the screen. “She is a little busy right now, but she said she wanted to invite you over for dinner tonight if you had time.” Leah knew she should’ve questioned it more, but she wanted to see you so badly, that she set up dinner plans with your son. 

Just ten minutes before Leah said she would be there Liam came walking up to you. “Hey mom, so I kind of invited Leah over for dinner tonight.” Never in your life had you turned around so quickly, “You did what?” You could not believe what your son had just told you. “She will be here in-” His sentence was interrupted by the doorbell. “Now.” He said with a big smile. You were frozen in place, Leah Williamson was at your door, and you were in sweats and a tank top, your hair a mess from the house work you had been doing for the past hour. “Are you going to let her in?” You turned to Liam, “You are going to be in so much trouble later.” Again, Liam knew there was no actual threat behind your words, because that’s not how you parented.

On your way to the door, you tried to quickly fix your hair. You open the door, “Oh hi Ryan, you’re here early.” He smiles back at you, “Yeah our last meeting got cancelled, sorry I didn’t let you know.” You shake your head, “No, no it’s okay. Liam, your dad is here!” The boy came running into his dad’s arms. “You’re here!” The bond between them was amazing, he truthly loved the both of you equally. “Have you had something to eat yet?” Liam shakes his head, “How does McDonald’s sound?” You grab Liam’s bag, and give him a quick kiss on his cheek, before waving the both of them off. 

As soon as you closed the door, you ran up the stairs to quickly get changed, and look more presentable. You had just finished doing your hair when your doorbell rang again. This time it was Leah standing on the other side of the door. “Hi Leah, come in.” She looked so beautiful in her simple white t-shirt and a pair of green cargo pants. “Hey y/n, thank you. No Liam?” She questioned when you walked her further into the house. “He wanted to be here but his dad came to pick him up a little bit ago. I’m sorry to say that McDonald’s has been picked over dinner with you.” You joke, hoping to make the moment a bit lighter. Hearing Leah’s laugh brought you back to those days where you would sit on the grass, and make fun of the boys on the football team. 

“So, Liam is a big fan of football then?” Leah started awkwardly. You loved talking about him, so you just started talking. “Yeah, I started taking him to matches when he was still a little baby. He loved it ever since, I can’t go to an Arsenal match without him nowadays. A gooner from the start, just like you.” Leah blushed slightly. “So, you’ve been coming to our matches all this time?” Now it was your turn to blush. “Maybe.” The both of you laugh. “Ryan surprisingly never got into football, so it’s been something I get to share with Liam.” The name you mentioned caught Leah’s attention. “Wait Ryan is Liam’s dad? You actually married high school Ryan?” You realised that bringing his name up was probably a mistake since he is what drove the two of you apart. “Oh yeah, high school Ryan indeed. Liam’s dad indeed, and I did marry him. We haven’t been married for like five years though.” 

Leah’s ears perk up at that. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” You shrug your shoulders, “It’s all good, it was time I finally figured out my sexuality. We’re still friends, and he's great with Liam. Anyways, how have you been?” The two of you start talking and catching up, and somehow even though more than a decade had passed and you had lived such different lives, it felt like you had never not known each other. 

You walk into the kitchen together, still talking, when the both of you start getting hungry. That is when you realise that you had to go to the grocery store today, and didn’t have much in the house. “So, confession time. I didn’t actually know you were coming over until Liam told me about ten minutes before you arrived.” Leah laughed, “I had a feeling the invite wasn’t extended by you, but I didn’t want the opportunity to go to waste.” You blush at her words. “I am very happy that you are here, don’t get me wrong. I was just not prepared. It was Ryan’s day with the kid, but he got stuck at work so I didn’t have a chance to go to the grocery store like I had originally planned. Let’s see, I have Potato Smileys, and literally nothing else. I am so sorry.” Leah did not care what you would eat one bit, she was just happy to be there with you. “Good thing I love Potato Smileys then!”

You shared a laugh at the situation and decided to make the best of it. While the Potato smileys were in the oven, you set the table with some condiments to go along with them. As you were waiting for the Smileys to cook, you and Leah fell back into conversation. You were reminiscing over old times, and shared stories from the past years since. It was easy talking to her, it really felt like no time had passed.

Once you were done with dinner, you moved to the living room where you each found a comfortable place on the couch to continue catching. Before you realised it, hours had passed by. Leah looked at her watch, and noticed the time first. “Oh it’s late, I hadn’t realised so much time had passed.” You glance at the clock yourself, “Wow, yeah it is. I’m really glad you came over tonight, catching up with you has been great.” Leah smiled in return, “Yes it was, I’ve missed this. I hope we can hang out again soon!” You walk her to the door, “For sure! Liam and I will be at the match Sunday, maybe we can do something after? If you don’t mind him tagging along of course.” Her smile grew big, “I would love that, and for Liam to tag along always!”

As you said goodbye, and Leah got into her car you couldn’t help but feel hopeful for what the future might hold. Just having Leah back into your life in whatever way possible made you extremely happy. Tonight had been so nice, and you really wanted to see Leah again soon, Sunday didn’t feel soon enough. So, you decided to send her a message. You felt less nervous sending this message than the one this afternoon, but still there were some nerves.

You: Would you maybe want to grab a coffee sometime this week? I’d love to meet up sooner than Sunday.

As you were getting ready to go to bed, your phone dinged with a new message.

Leah: I know a great spot! Are you free tomorrow?

You smiled at the text, Leah proposing tomorrow had to mean she wanted to see you again soon too, right? You quickly let her know you’re free, before sending her a goodnight message and calling it a night. Though, your mind kept you up for a while longer, not wanting to let go of today just yet.

Continue reading part 2!

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I love your neteyam x goddess oneshot but can I please ask for God neteyam x offering reader where each month he gets offered a woman but he's never interested intill she's offered and there's smut involved 🙏

Offering To The Gods

God Neteyam x Offering Reader

Summary: neteyam god of predator and prey is not easily pleased by most but you all you have to do is beg

Warning: begging, tsireya is not the chiefs daughter in this, aged up characters Outfit

Yn/3rd person pov

It was always seen as a blessing to be chosen for an offering for the gods but it wasn't it's was sickening to you and to some of the other girls here.

Each offering they would dress up in the littlest amount of clothing and send her into the woods and wait to receive a sigh from which ever god took her.

The village has received many gifts from the gods all except one, neteyam god of animals predators and pray he was not an easy one to please.

Each one of the girls bragged that they would be the one to be picked by him but in some cases they weren't picked at all and lift for dead in the woods.

The village was bustling in preparation for tomorrow's offering most families showing off their daughters and their 'beauty'.

"Who do you think is tomorrow offering is" my friend tsireya murmured as she stuck to my side as we weaved through the crowd.

"I really don't care I think I'm gonna skip the festival anyway" I said glancing at her we made our way to our usual spot that we always sit in when they announce the poor unfortunate soul.

Our spot was on top of a small shed close to the podium so we can see the families reaction when they know that they'll never see their daughter again.

"Its kinda sad really" I paused taking a bit of my apple "they brag about their daughter but when their chosen they think it's the end of the world".

We both laughed and watched as all the villagers crowded around the podium wanting to be first in line "look there's fra'na" tsireya laughed.

She was the bitches of them all saying how she is gonna be the only one to be chosen by neteyam and how all of us would be left for dead.

"This months offering is" the announcer paused as she drew out a name and gasped as she saw the name, the people beside her peaked and their eyes widened.

"Its the chiefs daughter" I muttered taking another bite of my apple "t-this months offering is yn" my choked on my apple coughing historically.

"What" I choked out falling off the roof as people in the crowd looked shocked everyone knew of my opinions and didn't even know if I would go.

"My daughter excepts" my mom called out making me look at her like she was a mad woman "what" I yelled.

She then grabbed and dragged me back to our family's hut praising me and telling me what needs to be done.

She pushed me into the bathroom locking the door "make sure you wash everywhere and wash your hair nicely" she shouted through the door.

I sighed heavily and got into the steaming water in the bath groaning as the water relaxed my muscles.

I leaned my head back against the tub slowly closing my eyes but when I did flashes of neteyam ran through my mind but they weren't of his statutes or stories.

He was shirtless and breathing heavily his hands running all over his body his face covered in a light blush.

"Yn" he groaned I jerked out of the daze as he eyes met mine, my chest heaving I shook my head angrily I can't let this get to me.

I started scrubbing my skin and washing my hair, only getting out the water when it was about to turn cold.

I dried my skin and put my hair up into a bun before putting my clothes on "are you done in there sweetheart" my mom called "yes mom I'm done" I huffed.

She opened the door to expose her and 4 of her friends holding different bowls and other weird things "no" I muttered shaking my head.

But she ignored my protests and dragged me to a chair and her and her friends got right to work on 'pretting' me up.

One of her friend applied a face mask, another one did my hair brushing it intently and two of them painted symbols to my skin.

"This is what you are wearing" my mom smiled but my jaw immediately dropped "no ways in hell am I wearing that it's not even clothes" I shouted out.

She gave me a death glare "you are and that's final" she muttered.

"This is what most girls wear" one of her friends pointed out "hey do you remember eir'a she wasn't wearing anything" another laughed.

They continued to tell stories till sunset and hesitantly said giving me one last look before they left.

Mom smiled widely giving me the creeps "I still don’t see how they still allow this stupid tradition" I muttered walking up to my room and shutting the door with annoyance.

I flung myself onto the bed and stared up at my ceiling 'tomorrow is gonna be torture' my village was one of the small few that still participated in the tradition.

And didn't take any of it lightly, tomorrow I will be offered at dawn and I can't see anyone outside my immediate family not even tsireya.

But as I started to drift off to sleep I was thinking up a plan to escape.

-Next day-

I woke up early and started putting my plan into action, I put on the excuse of clothing and put my hair into a bun hiding a small carving knife inside.

"Once I get inside I'll carve a spear and pray like he'll i can make it out the other side" I explained to myself making sure that the knife is not visible.

"Ok my sweet time to go" she smiled and led me out the house to the edge of the village "please tell me your not planning anything" she asked as we neared her family.

"Nope nothing" I lied smiling and giving my family a small wave "aw you grow up so fast" my aunt cries giving both my cheeks a kiss.

My uncle pulled me into a hug "remember what I taught you" he whispered and that was it for the goodbyes.

"Remember me will you" mom murmured as she squished my cheeks together "sure I will mom" I gave her a half smile and turned to the forest.

I took a deep breath giving one final glance to my family before walking into the jungle, this part everyone said it's a game for the gods.

Kind of like whoever hunts her down first gets to keep her but the offering also has to survive the predators of the jungle.

As soon as I was beyond view I took the carving knife out and started making a spear to protect myself before I go further into the jungle.

I grasped the spear tightly and carefully started to move in no one has ever returned to the village people just know some die because of their screams.

"I can do this" I muttered and started sprinting I had to get to the other side before nightfall or at least find a spot for a camp.

The forest was quiet no other sounds other then the floor crunching under my feet as I ran I kept my breathing slow so I didn't run out of breathe so quickly.

Keeping my gaze ahead "look at her" I fell panicking as I looked around my surroundings where was that coming from.

"They always do that" the voice laughed, I just shook off the shock and took off running again "they never do that though".

The voices seemed to follow wherever I go and I try to not look back 'it's probably a trick' it was soon becoming dark and there was no place to make camp.

'A tree will have to do' I sighed coming to the nearest tree slipping the spear through the skirt gaps so i won't lose it making sure it was secure.

Started climbing up "look she's a monkey" "will you shut up" I shouted climbing higher and higher in till I was 30 meters up.

Shifting on the branch to find a comfy spot "make sure you don't fall" the voice called out from down below making me roll my eyes.

My kept shifting uncomfortably the jewels making it impossible to sleep "maybe I should continue running" I whispered and slowly made sure I didn't make a noise as I climbed down.

"I'm surprised you made it this far" I screamed jerking towards the voice my eyes widening at the sight of neteyam.

I tried to speak but all that I could get out where squeaks "your actually the only one that gets this far all the others just sit by the river and gaze at their completion" he chuckled.

"And your the only one to make a weapon" he gestured to the spear on my back I looked to the side do I really want this or make a run for it.

"There is no end to the jungle" he said stepping closer and with each step closer I took one back till I was pressed up against the tree.

"I'm not gonna hurt you yn" he whispered staring deeply to my eyes "h-how do you know my name" I stuttered out making him laugh and shake his head.

"I'll explain it all to you if you take my hand" he murmured putting out his hand for me to take, I bit my looking looking between him and his hand and hesitately took it closing my eyes.

I felt the wind blow around me and like a zap it disappeared "you can open your eyes now" he chuckled, I slowly opened my eyes which flattered to adjust to the light.

I gasped we weren't in the forest anymore but a gold palace filled with different animals "wow" I stood in aww watching as different parrots flew from the ceiling out the window.

"This is my home, now come we have much to discuss" he beamed and gently started to lead me through the palace.

"This is our bedroom" he smiled pushing open the double doors I paused as he walked inside making him let go of my hand which made him turn to me.

"Our bedroom" I asked he gestured for me to follow him but I just shook my head looking down at the floor.

"I know that you hate this tradition but I'm not gonna try anything I hardly sleep in this room anyways" he murmured taking ahold of my hand again.

"Now please let me explain this to you" he said and when I slowly nodded he took me inside the room it was like a jungle inside it looks like we were teleported back.

There was trees that had cabinets carved out and the bed was hanging from the ceiling over a small circlure pond.

"Here we go" he smiled leading me over to a small table and chairs "now can you please explain" I said sitting down and watching him as he sat opposite me.

"You believe in soulmates right" he questioned "to some extent yes" "well the reason for a god chosing an offering because she is his soulmate".

I did not believe that for one second, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms "yn the reason I said our room is because you've been here before" he muttered.

My throat felt dry after he said that "what" I choked "yn the only reasons god pick their offerings is because it's their soulmate reincarnated".

My mind started to fill with thoughts "every time your offered you always hide a carving knife and plan to escape the other side" he said getting up from his chair coming to stand infront of me.

"You always hate this tradition and your always friends with tsireya" he whispered kneeling infront of me "d-does that means she's a gods soulmate to" I ask.

He noded "my brothers" he gently grabbed both of my hands "no matter how many times you come back to me I always find a new way to love you".

My heart flattered at his words and my heart started to feel a longing for his "can we please take this slow and steady" I murmured He nodded eagerly "I'll wait an enternity".

-A month later-

I started to become more comfortable around him and slowly started to let him sleep in the bed with me he was patient every step of the way.

"Good morning my love" he rasped as he pecked my cheek as he cuddled into me further I was wide awake biting my lip.

I wanted him I don't know why I felt like this but I needed him "what's wrong" he asked and carefully turned me towards him my eyes glancing between his and his lips.

"I-I wanna kiss you" I admitted "I wanna- no I want you" I blurted out making him groan out but not in annoyance it sounded like pleasure.

He chuckled "then all you have to do is beg" he murmured making a deep blush settle on my cheeks "w-what" I stuttered he took my chin into his two fingers and brought my face closer to his.

"Beg" he muttered my eyes flattered "I u-um please can you take me" I whispered "louder I can't hear you" he teased "fuck please just I need you" I pleaded.

"Then you can take me baby" he growled and brought his hand to caress my cheek and pull me into a kiss.

His tongue ran over my bottom lip before making it way inside my mouth twisting around mine my moans were muffled by his lips as he slowly moved me on top of him.

"Wait wait" he pulled back and stared at me intently "are you ready" he asked "y-yes" I whispered nervously "I need you to be 100% yn no 59 70 I need you 100%" he muttered.

I smiled down at him he's so caring I brushed his cheek with my hand "I'm a 100% neteyam" I murmured and gasped as he switched our position so he was on top.

"I was hoping you said that" he growled before attaching his lips to my neck sucking harshly surely leaving a mark.

I whined as his hands tore off my clothes and his leaving us bare he pulled back his eyes slowly dragging down my body.

"You never disappoint" he growls out moving his lips to my breasts "f-fuck neteyam" I moaned I looked down past his head and gaped at his cock as it twitched and sparkled with precum.

"Please just fuck me neteyam" I begged his eyes snapped to mine as he pulled back "whatever my goddess needs" he grins and he positioned himself infront of my entrance.

Kissing me as he slowly pushed in, I groaned at the pain but he quietly shushed me and praised me making my heart flatter.

After I adjusted he slowly started to move and watched my reactions very carefully to make sure he didn't hurt me.

My moans of pain started to turn into one's of pleasure and his thrusts start to slowly increase in pace.

"Y-your so tight" neteyam growled out his cock filled every inch of me, he slowly let one of his hands slip down between us to rub my clit matching the pace of his thrusts.

"Fu-fuck" I cried out in pleasure as I felt myself close to cumming, neteyam growled as I clenched around him his cock starting to twitch inside me.

"I'm gonna fill you with my cum" he growled into my ear making my eyes roll, all the pleasure he was giving me was becoming overwhelming "c-cumming" I screamed out as I shuddered in pleasure.

"Yn" he groaned his thrusts started to fulter as he cam, we both panted and whined as we started coming down from our high.

"We are differently doing that again"

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[explosionkatsu]

“Age doesn’t matter,” 18

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

Part 17

“What?” You questioned a bit surprised.

“Oh! Sheesh! That’s not what I meant!” Eijiro panicked on the other line. “I-i mean can I ask you out? Aaahh!! No! That’s not it!”

“You want to ask if I can go out?” Y/n clarified, giggling a little.

“Yes!” Eijiro almost yelled. “Are you... Busy?”

“Haha. You’re lucky. I’m completely free all day.” Y/n smiled but was disappointed deep inside. “Why?”

“Oh. We’re heading to Bakubro. I was hoping you could come since the gang wanted to see you again.” Eijiro explained as he watches Denki and Sero browse in the aisle of foods along with Mina and Jiro.

“Gang? Won't I intrude on you guys?” Y/n asked nervously. She’s not that familiar with his friends, plus, she didn't expect them to be this friendly even though you’re just Kazui’s babysitter.

“What? No!” Eijiro said, surprised at what he heard. “You’re literally our friend now! We’ll just come and pick you up after we shop for a snack.”

“Hey, who was that?”

“Was that Miss Y/n? Say Hi to her for me!”

“Denki said hi, haha!” Eijiro chuckled, “So, you in?”

Y/n isn’t sure what to say. She felt like intruding. Half of her wanted to come, but the other half don’t because of this reason.

“Does Bakugo know?” Y/n asked before she respond to Eijiro’s offer.

“No. Haha! It's always a secret!” Eijiro giggled. “If we informed him we’ll come. He’ll just shoo us away!”

Now that’s tough. Coming over uninvited was not your thing. But then, it would be fun.

“I-i guess I could come with you guys,” Y/n responded but still unsure.

“Great!” Eijiro beamed. “Just send me your address since I kinda forgot where you live. Hahaha. We’ll be there at 4:30! See you, Miss Y/n!”

“Yeah. See you.” Y/n said ending the call.

Oh boy. This is going to be very awkward.

...

“Hey. After this, we’ll pick Miss Y/n.” Eijiro said and put his phone in his pocket. “She agreed to come with us.”

“Does she now?” Denki looked at Eijiro. “Man, I can’t wait to surprise Kacchan!”

“Ehh?? Miss Y/n you say?” Mina pipped in.

“Yeah. She’s been hanging out with Bakugo for a while now since she’s been taking care of Kazui, remember?” Eijiro said as he took a bag of chips and placed it in the cart.

“Really!? She’s the one who did the indirect kiss, right?!” Mina beamed excitedly. “I can't wait to see her again!” She giggled. “Jiro, you're going to love Miss Y/n!”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about this Miss Y/n,” Jiro said while walking side by side with Mina.

“She’s very pretty! A really nice woman as well!” Mina said merrily. “Oh! Let’s Kazui an orange juice!”

“I’m looking forward to it them.” Jiro smiled.

“Hey, Sero- Hold on.” Eijiro was about to ask Sero when his phone started vibrating.

He took it out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. It was Izuku. He placed his thumb on the answer button and placed his phone to his ear.

“Hey Midoriya, what’s up!” Eijiro answered.

“Hey, Kirishima.” Izuku greeted. “I was wondering if you’re on patrol today.”

“Uh, no. I’m actually with the gang. What’s up?” Eijiro responded.

“I was wondering if you wanted to join us with Shoto and the others. We’re heading to Kacchan’s,” Izuku said.

“Oh hey! What a coincidence! We’re heading there too!” Eijiro smiled finally heading towards the counter.

“Really? That’s great! We’ll see you there then. We bought a few snacks. Maybe we could have a small drink as well.” Izuku smiled and looked at Shoto who was driving.

“Sweet! We’ll see you there! Take care!” Eijiro smiled and ended the call. “Guys! Midoriya and the others are going to Bakubro as well!”

“Really?!”

“Oh, that's nice!”

“A get-together!!”

“Let’s hurry and pick Miss Y/n!”

...

“What to wear..” You ponder as you stared at your closet.

Casual? Maybe a pair of jeans and a shirt? What? No way. You’ll be with a bunch of heroes. You're quite sure they're wearing something neat and pricey since they are heroes. Well, money, duh?

What about a skirt? Long skirt? Maybe pair it with a fitted black shirt? Possible. A dress would be nice. Oohh. A sun dress? And white sneakers? Maybe?

“Ugh..” You pouted. “I've never had this dilemma before.”

In the end, you picked the white mini sundress you had and a pair of white sneakers and checked yourself in your mirror. It doesn't look bad. You thought.

After finalizing what to wear, you put on light makeup, brushed your (h/c) hair, and grab a purse.

“Almost done,” you mumbled to yourself.

Once finished, you checked every door, window, and outlet you had and finally checked the time. It was now 4:20. You’re a bit early, you thought. But the honking outside of your apartment says otherwise.

You left your apartment after double-checking the door if it was locked.

“Alright. Good to go,” you said and finally made your way to the car where Eijiro was smiling at you.

“You look very pretty today, Miss Y/n.” Eijiro smiled and unlocked the door to the front passenger seat. “Hop in.”

“Thank you.” You smiled back at Eijiro and went to the other side of the car and settled yourself on the seat.

“Hey Miss Y/n,” You heard, making you look at the back passenger seat where the heroes are seated.

“You’re looking extra pretty today.” Denki winked.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Y/n,” Sero smiled.

“Omg! You look so gorgeous! I love the dress! Tell me where you bought it when we get to Bakugo’s!” Mina exclaimed gaily.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Y/n,” Jiro said smiling at you.

“E-earphone Jack?” You stuttered, not believing what you are seeing.

“The only one.” Jiro giggled. “I’ve been hearing your name from these guys and it made me curious. It's really nice finally able to meet you.”

“W-wha. It's nice to see you i-in person!” You stuttered.

“Now, now, Miss Y/n. Get yourself together. You’ll meet a lot of other heroes as well.” Denki winked.

...

Ding dong

The sound that was heard in his home.

Katsuki didn't say a word and merely proceeded to the door. Unhurriedly, he unlocks the door, reached for the knob, and pulled the door open.

“Hey there, Kacchan!” Izuku greeted.

“Bakugo-san.” Momo bowed.

“Ara! Nice to see you again, Bakugo! Thank you for having us!” Ochako beamed.

“Friend,” Shot said, and bow down as well.

“Fuck off, Icyhot,” Katsuki said and walked away, leaving the door open for them.

“Whaa- it's been a while since I've last seen your house, Bakugo! It looks so luxurious!” Ochako wowed as she looks around Katsuki’s house.

“Everything did change,” Izuku said who was also looking around the house.

“Bakugo-san. We bought food. I hope it's okay.” Momo smiled while Shot was looking around as well.

“Go put it in the kitchen. Use whatever the fuck you want as long as you won't destroy anything. Clean after the mess you made.” Katsuki said while sitting on his sofa and watching the news.

And there he said he knows how to treat guests.

Anyway.

“Oh. By the way, Kacchan.” Izuku called out as he slowly approached Katsuki and sat on the opposite sofa.

“The fuck is it now, nerd?” Katsuki almost snarled.

“Kirishima and the others are on their way here as well.” Izuku smiled. “We wanted to-

“What?!” Katsuki roared making him stand up from his seat.

“Here we go,” Ochako whispered from the kitchen as she watches them.

“The fuck are you people planning?! A party?! In my house!? Oh hell no!” Katsuki yelled obviously pissed.

Izumi only sweat dropped, obviously used to this kind of outburst from his childhood friend. “Well, they did say-

Ding dong

Both heroes looked at the door.

“That must be them. I’ll go get it.” Izuku said slowly standing up and heading to the door to open it.

Katsuki just scowled as he watches Izuku opening the door, revealing no other than Eijiro and indeed, the gang.

“Midoriya!” Eijiro smiled and walked in.

“Kirishima.” Midoriya greeted.

“Hey there number 1.” Denki winked getting in.

“Izuku-chaaann!” Mina hugged Izuku before getting in.

“Heya Midoriya.” Sero pat midoriya's shoulder and when in.

“Hey there, Midoriya.” Jiro smiled and went in as well.

Y/n though was stuck standing in front of the door not knowing what to do.

“Oh. Are you a new friend?”

...

“Sorry, we invited ourselves, Bakubro,” Eijiro said scratching the back of his head.

Katsuki only glared at them.

“Jiro?”

Jiro looked behind her only to see Momo emerging from the kitchen. “Momo! I didn't know you’d be here!” She said and went to her side.

“Whoa. Are you guys cooking something? That's cool!” Denki grinned and run towards the kitchen.

“Are you a new friend?”

After hearing this, Katsuki's eyes widen a bit as he realizes who’s Izuku talking to. He instantly went to the door to see you, standing and looking breathtaking.

“Y/n?” Katsuki called confusedly.

“H-hi Bakugo.” You stuttered, not knowing what to do.

“Oh? You know her?” Izuku smiled as he watched the interaction between Katsuki and you.

“I was invited by Kirishima.” You muttered. “I hope I’m not overstepping.”

“Who the fuck invited you over?” Katsuki scowled.

Ouch.

That sounds harsh.

“W-well. Kirishima invited me. I said I didn’t want to intrude.” You mumbled looking away as you fidgeted with the lace of your bag.

“Tch.” Katsuki tched and just went inside his house.

You just stood there not moving an inch when Izuku spoke up.

“Kacchan can be like that.” Izuku gently smiled at you. “Come on. I would like to get to know you.” He said, motioning you to get in.

You gave Izuku a small smile before getting in the house.

...

Few drinks are opened. Some are strong for the men, while the light is for the woman. Well, only Jiro, Mina, and Ochako.

“Ahh. I thought I get to see Kazui.” Ochako pouted while holding her alcoholic beverage.

Izuku, Ochako, Shoto, and Momo are sitting all on the long sofa. Jiro and Mina are sitting on the shorter sofa to the right, Denki and Sero to the left, and 3 dining chairs where you, Eijiro, and Katsuki are.

“Kaminari here was looking forward to playing with Kazui.” Sero snickered as he said this and took a sip from his bottle.

“Hey! You wanted to play as well!” Denki pouted at Sero who just laughed at them.

“It's been a while since we saw him.” Momo smiled. “I would love to bring Kazui with me to the mall. Only if Bakugo-san allows it.” Momo giggled.

Katsuki only rolled his eyes.

“May I come with you if that happens?” Shot asked. “I wanted to make sure my friend’s child is secure.”

“Oh fuck off, Icyhot,” Katsuki growled and took a gulp of his drink.

“Mhm? I just wanted to keep him safe for we are friends,” Saying this, the people around the table burst out laughing except for you, Katsuki, and Shoto.

“Ah. By the way.” Izuku started. “I didn’t catch your name.” Izuku said looking at you.

“Oh, I’m Y/N Y/LN.” You smiled.

“That’s a kawaii name.” Ochako giggled.

“Do you work at any agency?” Izuku questioned as he took a small sip.

“Oh no.” You narrowly shake your head. “I am a kindergarten teacher.” You said smiling.

“As well as Kazui’s babysitter.” Eijiro pipped in.

“That makes clear why Kacchan knows you,” Izuku said.

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“I just wanted to say that you look really stunning in that dress you are wearing.” Izuku gave you a gentle smile causing you to blush.

“You do look pretty, Miss Y/n.” Momo agrees, making everyone around the table nod.

“I heard Miss Y/n is single.” Mina said in a teasing voice.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Maybe you can date her, Midoriyaaa~” Mina continued poking fun resulting in Midoriya and you turning red.

“W-what? No! I just complimented her cause she looks very pretty and I'm too busy being number one. Plus I think I don't have time to date even though I have my eyes on someone-

“You’re rambling, Midoriya,” Shoto said.

“A-ah! Sorry!”

You on the other hand kept your mouth shut while you were patting down the redness of your face.

Meanwhile, Eijiro was eyeing Katsuki in his peripheral vision and witnessed how Katsuki gripped the glass bottle making it crack.

...

“It think I’m going to get some fresh air.” Y/n said as she excuses herself.

“No problem!”

“Sure, Miss Y/n,”

“Take your time!”

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled and fled the group to exit the house.

Once Y/n shut the door closed, she inhaled intensely and let it out calmly.

It's nice meeting his friends but she just feels like she doesn't belong there. Everyone is nice and all but she does feel like intruding.

While thinking about this, she took a stroll around the house and stopped at the well-kept backyard.

Bakugou do garden? You pondered but went anyway.

Checking the time, it was 7:00 in the evening. Y/n can hear them laughing from inside the house. All the memories and stories she heard were entertaining, unbelievable, and amazing. She didn't know hero training can be that hard and yet here they are, all standing tall. Their professors must be really proud of them.

Taking another inhale, Y/n closed her eyes and exhales slowly as she try and calm her mind.

Today was very stressful.

...

Katsuki stood up, making Eijiro look up at him.

“Where are you going, bro?” He asked.

“Bathroom.” Katsuki lied and headed to the back door instead. He needed some fresh air as well but he unexpectedly saw you standing alone in the darkness.

Made quietly shut the door behind him and made his way toward you.

Your senses are deficient. He can easily sneak up on you if he wanted.

“How’s your flirting with that damn nerd, hah,” Katsuki speaks up causing you to get startled.

“Bakugo.” You said gasp clutching your chest. “You scared me.” You panted.

Katsuki only rolled his eyes.

“What did you just say?” You asked once you feel your heartbeat calming.

“Done flirting with Deku?” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest as he watches you closely.

“Huh?” What is he talking about?

“Earlier. How he tells you you’re stunning.” Katsuki smirked.

“He said he was just complimenting me.” You slightly scowled at this.

“Doesn’t look like that to me.” Katsuki snarled quietly. “What? Gonna seduce him? Like what you did to me, hah?”

“B-bakugo. What are you talking about?” You were now confused making you take a step back.

“Denying it now, huh? Are you gonna seduce him like what you did to me? Did you dress up like this so that you can impress him? And then what? Get in his pants to-”

Slap

What has gotten into him? Is he drunk?

You were tearing up. You don't know what was happening to him. Why was he acting like this.

“Y-you have no rights to disrespect me, Bakugo-san.” You hiccuped. “I don't know what has got into you but you're being unbelievable right now.”

After saying that, Y/n rushed out of the backyard to grab her things. Everyone was shocked to see your teary eyes.

Y/n apologized and bowed to everyone before finally leaving the house. Meanwhile, Katsuki was left in the backyard.

Eijiro was the one quick to check up on him.

“Bakugo! What happened?!”

Part 19

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I really enjoyed making this part. I might update again in a bit! Enjoy! 🥰

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[nycbaby21]

Jack Hughes Imagine

Mistletoe kisses w/ Jack

Word count: 2,471

A small shiver runs up my spine when I open my car door. The cold air instantly sends prickles onto my cheeks as get out and make my way up to the porch. The yard is covered in a light dusting of snow and I can hear the neighborhood kids running around enjoying the weather. A smile graces my face when I think about the memories of the Hughes boys, my sister, and I running around throwing snowballs at each other. I carefully climb the stairs going up to the door and reach to turn the knob when it opens for me. Arms are immediately thrown around me and the familiar smell of my best friend’s cologne fills my nose. Sighing and closing my eyes I lean into the hug and squeeze him.

I could feel the muscles he had developed since we last saw each other that he had been bragging about. Opening my eyes and pulling back I see the smiling face of none other than Quinn Hughes. I constantly see the edits and post about how he had a resting bitch face, which always made me laugh because I got to see the smiley happy side of him. He runs his hands up and down my arms in an attempt to warm them up. “I’m so glad you are finally here. I missed you bug,” he laughs ruffling my hair. “Quinn stop,” I groan trying to smooth it back down. “You aren’t picking on my favorite child are you Q,” Ellen asks pushing him out of the way for her hug. 

As we hugged she rocked us back and forth and pulled away laughing. “I’m your firstborn,” Quinn pouts thinking he is making an argument. “Yeah but she was my first babygirl,” she smiles and leans over and pinches my cheek. I let out a small giggle and smiled at the woman who had always been a second mother to me. Ellen and my mom met when they were in college and have remained close ever since. Moving in down the street from each other and raising their kids together. Our ages fell perfectly in line with the boys. Quinn was born first, then me, followed by Jack, then my sister, and lastly Lukey. 

“Missy you’re here,” the youngest Hughes brother rushes over wrapping me up in his arms. When we were younger Luke was trying to call me sissy but he said missy instead and the nickname stuck. “Hi Lukey,” I smile looking up at the boy who had gotten even taller. He moves to my side wrapping his arm around my waist. “I swear you get taller every time I see you,” I laugh at the height difference between us. “Or you are getting shorter Y/n,” I hear the voice from the middle Hughes coming from behind us. “Haha, really funny Mr. 5’11”,” I joke leaning over to give him a hug. His laugh rattles his chest and I can’t help but smile at the warm feeling it leaves me. Pulling back I am forced back into Luke’s side as my parents, Jim, and sister join the small group we had formed in the corner of the living room.

“Luke stop smothering Y/n,” Jack laughs making fun of the baby of the group. His ears turn pink from embarrassment but his grip on me doesn’t falter. “It’s okay Jacky, I really don’t mind,” I say leaning up and trying my best to ruffle his hair. Sensing my struggle he laughs and leans down some to help me out. The group is filled with laughter at the scene. “Yeah Jacky she doesn’t mind,” Luke sticks his tongue out as his older brother. While the rest of the group continues laughing at me babying Luke like I have our whole lives, Jack doesn’t join in. I look over and send him a smile that returns focusing back on the conversation between Quinn and my dad about fishing.

After catching up with the whole group, we all sat at the table and ate our traditional Christmas dinner, pizza. Our families always got together before Christmas to celebrate and give gifts so we could have actual Christmas day with other relatives and travel. With us having already had traditional foods later on in the week we decided not to burn ourselves out and just get a simple easy meal. “So Y/n mom was telling me all about the guy you have been seeing. When do we finally get to meet him,” Ellen asks while wiping her mouth and all eyes shoot my way. I take a drink of my water,” Actually we aren’t seeing each other anymore. Turns out he was a bigger Hughes fan than a Y/n fan.” A silence falls on the table for different reasons, The boys always felt bad when people tried to use us to get closer to them, my sister obviously knew what it felt like especially with her and Luke together at college, and our parents hated how it made all of us feel. 

Quinn being the big brother he was quickly shifted the conversation and I sent him a grateful smile. After finishing the food Jack and I gathered up the dishes and headed to the sink for dishes duty. We drew the short ends of the straw having to clean up after dinner while the other three headed to the living room to help our moms finish the homemade garland filled with popcorn and cranberries. 

“How is everyone back in Jersey,” I ask grabbing the plate from his hands and drying it off while placing it with the others. “They’re all good. Nico told me to tell you he expected a visit soon. He literally threatened laps on me if I didn’t,” he laughed at the Swiss man. Shaking my head and joining in I look at him and say,” Well how could I say no to my second favorite devil.” He quickly meets my eyes and I can’t read his face. “Second,” he questions fishing for me to tell him that he is my favorite. “Of course, no one could come above John,” I teased bumping his shoulder as I left him in the kitchen staring off into space.

Joining the rest of the group I take a seat next to Luke leaving the last open one next to me. “Where’s Jack hunny,” my mom asks looking towards the kitchen wondering why he hasn’t come in yet. I shrug my shoulders getting back up and looking for him. We ended up colliding in the doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen. His hands quickly shot out to help stabilize me. Glancing up at him I feel my face flush. There was no denying that Jack was a good-looking guy. I had always had a small crush on him growing up. I couldn’t help but hope one day he would return it. That dream crashed and burned when he tried setting Alex and me up.

I loved Alex, just as much as I loved the brothers who introduced us. But I didn’t really think it was fair to him so we just went out the one time and decided just friends was fine. That was when I realized Jack saw me the exact same way Quinn and Luke did, as a sister. I shoved my feelings down so far that I even forgot about them for a little while. I still couldn’t help the small blush on my cheeks from him holding me this close. “You okay,” he whispered looking me over to make sure I wasn’t hurt. I just nod and stand back up turning to head back to my spot on the couch. I am met with grins and knowing eyes when I face everyone. “Did we miss something,” I look around trying to figure out why they were looking at us like that. Jack shared the same confused look.

“You missed the decorations that Luke and I put up earlier,” my sister smirked leaning over and giving him a fist bump. My eyes dart around looking for whatever the two were talking about. I look over and see Jack’s face turn ten different shades of red. He points up and I feel like I am finally let in on a joke finding the source of the laughter. Taped above us was a small bundle of mistletoe along with some white Christmas lights. My eyes widen and my face soon matches Jack’s scarlet-colored one. “C’mon guys that's just some stupid old tradition that nobody does anymore,” I rush my words out almost tripping over a few of them. “It wasn’t just some stupid tradition when you guys made me kiss that girl from my class last year,” Luke says matter-of-factly. I looked around to see if anyone would side with me but I found Quinn and my sister eating the popcorn they were supposed to be using.

After a couple seconds of nobody saying anything I heaved out a loud sigh, only the two younger ones knew about my crush on Jack and I was already planning on how to get back at them for this. I stood taller on my tiptoes to become at eye level with Jack. He sucked in a breath and his wide eyes scanned all over my face. I placed a hand on each of his cheeks and closed the space between us by connecting our lips. Twelve-year-old was freaking out right now, but to be honest so was twenty-two-year-old me. Kissing Jack sent a fuzzy and warm feeling all the way down to my toes. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds, and did it even count as a kiss if the other person stood frozen the whole time. Feeling absolutely humiliated I tried to run away from him and head upstairs to escape the embarrassment. 

A sudden tug of my wrist has me spinning back into his embrace and before I can even question it, he kisses me. As our lips met for a second time, a tingling sensation ran throughout my body. I felt his hands gently cup my face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency. Wrapping my hands around his wrist I tried to lock him into place, I never wanted this moment to end. Suddenly remembering we weren’t the only two people in the room, even if the kiss made us feel this way, we broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he says only loud enough for the two of us to hear. I slip his hand into mine and pull him out on the back porch away from the prying eyes of our families. His blue eyes pull me in like the waves in the ocean. “Jack what do you mean you’ve wanted to do that for years,” I ask hugging myself and trying to fight off the cold wind blowing outside. He rids himself of his sweatshirt and carefully places it over my head letting me do the rest. I didn’t think my face could turn a darker shade of red. “Remember when that jerk blew you off for homecoming that one year? I was so pissed off that he had hurt you, but a part of me also kinda felt relieved. I was so confused so I talked to Trevor and Cole about it and they told me I was jealous,” he let out a nervous laugh at the end of his speech. I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“When I got home from practice that day I went straight home and showered then walked over to your house to ask you to go with me instead. Only when I got there I saw Alex holding you on your porch swing and hear him ask you first. I knew I had no right to be mad at him, he didn’t know how I felt. Hell, I didn’t even know how I felt til like two hours before,” he was out of breath by the time he finished. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at the brown-haired boy in front of me. “You Jack Hughes are an idiot,” I say reaching out to grab his hand. He has the cutest confused expression on his face. “J I had a crush on you since like the age of seven. I just always thought you saw me the same way Quinny and Luke did. That’s the only reason I even went with Alex in the first place. He said you had tried getting him to ask me out before but he was way too nervous to do it. But that you didn’t want to see me upset, that’s why he asked,” I finish my story by looking at his face and seeing the grimace he made.

“Yeah well in my defense I was so stupid I had to have Trevor, Trevor Zegras mind you, explain to me that I was in love with you. How the overprotectiveness I had with you wasn’t a brotherly thing at all. I never realized that the way I love my family was different than the way that I love you.” My eyes started to tear up hearing him admit that he was in love with me. A part of me shut off the idea of ever getting to be with him. “Well, I guess we kinda owe Z one for this anyway,” I say leaning into him and resting my head against his chest. His arms move to wrap around me and give me a gentle squeeze. “Actually I think we may owe everybody one except for us,” he laughs placing two fingers under my chin and moving my head to look at him. He dips down a places a gentle kiss on my nose, then my forehead, and finally my lips.

Walking back inside holding hands gave everyone the answer they so desperately were hoping for. A chorus of “finally” and “about damn time” came from the peanut gallery. Laughing Jack fell back onto the couch pulling me down and into his chest. The two of us sat cuddled up watching our families interact. My sister smacked Luke on the chest when he hit her with the cranberry that was intended for Quinn. There was no better Christmas gift than this, spending the night with all the people that I loved most, in the arms of the boy that I loved most.

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[justash02]

Womanizer; 09~

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests! Text me! I’m nice:>

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

Previous chapter -> next chapter.

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“You make me feel like a teenager in love.”

"You're such a loser." Clair said next to me laughing, I jumped a bit. "You fucking startled me, ass." She just winked at me before grabbing my phone reading over the messages.

"I might become totally obsessed with you, bro you're love for this boy is so noticeable blind people might even see it." Laughed Clair as she threw me the phone back.

"Tell him to meet up with you tonight, we're almost done rehearsing." She pointed at the clock, wiping her sweat off of her forehead, my eyes followed her finger and yeah, it was 5.

Before I could say anything my phone went off.

"Womanizer"

A sudden urge to off myself appeared out of no where as Clair started moaning in my ear when I picked up.

"Damn, not even gonna show me how you're making her moan like that. That's even harsh for you, Y/n/n."

Ah, he just called me Y/n/n.

"I can make you moan like that too if you want me to-" oops.

My eyes widened as I quickly hung up, I threw my phone behind me onto the clothing from Adam and Ben and jumped up.

"I did not just say that."

"Oh yeah, you did."

Suddenly Clair phone started ringing, "Unknown number, I wonder who it could be." She said while smirking, she picked up the phone and held it to her ear to hear the other line.

"Oh hey, Tom. You wanna talk to Y/n/n?" She giggled out before handing me the phone, I tried to give her the phone back but the damage was done.

"Mhm?"

"Got too embarrassed baby?" I could hear the smugness off of his lips.

"I was just joking."

"Yeah sure, baby. Well? Wanna go on that date tonight maybe? I've some stuff planned." He said, the softness of his voice actually surprised me, but we gotta focus. We must stay focused.

"Sure! Does around seven sound good? And what type of clothes should I wear?" I mindlessly played with the strings of my sweatpants, waiting for him to respond.

"Just something casual, shit gotta bounce babe." We said our goodbyes, i hung up and put my hand over my mouth.

Before I could progress what just happened Clair jumped up and hugged me, "you're going on a date with Tom Kaulitz!" She said excitedly grabbing my hands and jumping up and down.

"You're going on a date with him?" Adam said walking on, bruh. "Yeah." I said smiling dryly at him, I went over to the side of the room to grab my bag.

But as I went to walk passed Adam he grabbed a tight hold off of my arm, "Keep your band members in mind, he's not worth it." He grunted through his teeth.

I pulled my arm out of his grip, I poked my finger in his chest; "Stop acting like my boyfriend, you're my friend, my leader but not my boyfriend. Keep talking to me like this and see what happens." I said sternly, his baffled face was worth millions as I nodded, "Glad that's clear now." I said before walking off to our apartment.

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After a shower, finding a comfy but nice outfit and putting some make up on I was finally done. The thought of going on a date with Tom send some butterflies through my stomach.

Ring.

Ah shit.

I quickly grabbed one of my shoulder bags and threw it on before walking to the front door. I unlocked the door with my key and peaked from the side of the door.

"Wow hey." He said smirking, he looked me up and down, his eyes following over my body, any curve? He would find them.

Oh shit I forgot my deodorant; "Wanna come in for a bit? I forgot something in my room." He just nodded and stepped in, he put off his shoes making me smile, European behavior.

"Wanna see my room?" I asked, tripping over some of my words, "Yo, Y/n/n you really do wanna make me-" I quickly slapped my hand over his mouth making his eyes widen for a short time.

Before I could tell him to stop talking about it his finger tips gently caressed over the skin of my lower back as he has done so many times by now. But never does it get any less effective.

I let my hand fall from his mouth before looking down, his fingers slowly went over to my chin, guiding me to look at him once again.

"What are you so nervous for?" He whispered, his eyes flickered over at my lips, "You make me nervous." I uttered out. He smiled, placing his hand onto my cheek.

Without thinking I leaned into his touch, feeling more save then I've ever felt. "You make me nervous too, Y/n/n." I haven't noticed I had closed my eyes from the comfort of his touch, slowly I opened my eyes and noticed he was extremely close.

His minty breath his my face as he smiled at me, "Let me kiss you?"

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[gaslysainz]

Lost (PG10) pt4

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! I present to you the 4th part of my fanfic. I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. Something's have started to cook. Hope you look forward to it. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

This one's a filler chapter, so please bear with me.

Something completely different happened today. A knock at my door woke me up from my 1 hour nap which has unfortunately turned into a 3 hour nap. I stood up from the bed and opened the door only to find my husband standing there and running a hand through his curls. Oh! What a sight! He looks like a Greek God.

"Hey! Did you need something? I'm sorry I fell asleep, also you can come inside"

He thanked me and entered my room, this is completely new. But nonetheless, I had to take a chance. He was looking around the room and the pictures hanging on the walls. His eyes stuck to one picture in particular. A picture captured by Pierre's mom of Isaac, Pierre and myself. It was Halloween and Isaac wanted to be a Vampire and on the other hand Pierre and Me were Romeo and Juliet. He was 6 and I was 4! We did not even know who Romeo and Juliet were! It was because of the elders who had insisted on these costumes! Oh! What I'd give to have those days back.

"You need something?"

"Ah! No, um actually yes, I have to attend an event with the rest of grid tomorrow. And you have to come with me. So be ready by 7pm tomorrow, will you? Wear something nice. I'll send someone with dresses for you to choose today in the evening. Just pick something from there."

There it is! Like I've mentioned before, he only remembers me when he needs something or needs to go somewhere to show off the world our so called amazing married life. *Scoff* But I'm not mad, at least I'll be able to meet HIM after so many days. The only person who happens to care even a little bit for me. Who always greets me with a beautiful smile on his face. A friend? Nope, he's like an angel for me.

I really hope everyone gets a friend like him!

" *Cough* *cough* You there?"

" Oh yea! I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted. Umm, Why don't you take Julia with you? I'm sure she would love to accompany you and also I'm sure she has several dresses in her wardrobe already. Won't even have to buy a dress last minute"

The look Pierre gave me after I mentioned Julia simply yelled 'ARE YOU CRAZY'. I mean I knew why he wouldn't take Julia, but I just find a different kind of satisfaction by reminding it to him.

"Um, I'll be ready tomorrow. Don't worry. By the way, where's Julia?"

"I sent her home, no need for her to stay here for these two days, either way we'd be busy. It'll only distract us."

Oh well! That was odd! Distract us from what exactly? Sometimes this man leaves no tables unturned to confuse me to no end. Anyways. I know better now than to crack my brain over these things. It's actually useless cause I won't get anymore clear answers from him than this.

"Any specific colour that I need to keep in mind while choosing the dress?"

"Not that I'm aware of, just keep it a bit formal. I'll get going. If Julia calls or comes asking for me, just tell her I've been out for a meeting since morning."

And then he rushed out the door, not before checking our childhood photo once again. Okay! That was highly confusing! I mean why was he avoiding Julia? Or am I reading too much between the lines? No one knows. I better go eat something until then.

But still, I'm a bit lost here.

LOST in confusion.

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[bellarkeselection]

1 - Long Time No See

Part 2

The Sheriff’s Daughter

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Pushing the main door opened that belonged to the Sheriff’s department of Montana. I walked past the front desk to my fathers office door lightly kicking it open rather than knocking. “Morning daddy, so what cases do we have to work on today?”

“Nothing too serious for now, honey. I mostly just have paperwork needing to be filled out.” My father said leaning forward in his chair at his wooden desk. A stack of papers was in front of him from previous cases needing to be documented.

I sit down in the seat on the other side of his desk. “Well I can help you with some of the paperwork.”

“You don’t have to do that. Trust me you do enough here already. Much more than your mother or sister care for.” He raised a hand grabbing a pen beginning to fill them out.

From my junior year of high school I knew that I wanted to help my father and be in the police department like he was. My sister Debbie and our mother weren’t big fans of the concept and still aren’t to this day. Only difference is now I am old enough to do whatever I want regardless of their approval. “Daddy, from the day I turned 16 I knew I wanted to be like you. Let me help you please.”

“Honey, I just don’t want you to be missing out on life cause of this job. You’re a great help but remember to live your life outside of work too.” My father removed his hat, sending me a smile.

Sending him a smile back. “I know that, daddy.”

“Excuse me, sir.” We both turned our heads seeing his front desk assistant standing in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt your conversation. But Mr. Dutton is here to pick up his updated gun permit paperwork.”

My father Donnie raised a brow. “John?”

“No, sir. It’s his son Kayce.” She answered his question.

I nearly jumped up where my head hit the ceiling and I knocked the wooden chair down where it clattered to the floor. “Kayce’s back in town.” She stepped out of the way when I bolted past her down the short hallway.

“The boss should have everything already filled out for you.” The other front desk assistant spoke towards someone.

I rounded the corner halting in my tracks and the boots I was wearing shrieked against the ground. I gasped slapping my hands on the sides of my hips not expecting to see him back here. “Well I’ll be. Look who the horses and cattle dragged in.”

“Y/n! Hey, long time no see.” The younger Dutton turned his head in the direction of my voice, noticing me standing there in some ripped blue jeans and a deputy jacket.

I pushed part of the hair of my ponytail out of my line of sight. “I thought you’d skipped town years ago, Dutton.”

“And leave you permanently to entertain yourself, that'd be a crappy friend of me.” Kayce strides over to me holding open his arms and we embrace the other in a warm hug. Kayce and I had been ready close back in school. Not exactly what you would call a best friend but we were almost close to being that until he got a girl pregnant and we lost touch after that.

I remember the last time we were really close with one another…I’ll always remember it.

The school bell rang and everyone came rushing out of the local Montana high school with me heading outside looking for my father’s truck. That afternoon was very important for my father since he would find out if he had become the new sheriff or not. Sitting down on the metal bench outside I put my backpack down at my feet. “Y/n, what are you still doing here?”

“Waitin’ for my father to pick me up.” Whipping my head around I saw Kayce come out of the back door of the school carrying his duffel bag on his left shoulder.

He gestured with his freehand to the side of the bench that I wasn’t using. “Can I sit?”

“Sure.” Scooting over I made room for him where we sat down next to each other.

He leans back on the seat. “I’m surprised to not see Bridget or Marlowe with you.”

“Marlowe is at home sick and Bridget has cheerleading practice. What about you, cowboy. What are you doing?” I asked him with a curious look on my face.

The son of a rancher answered. “I was heading home. My father and I need to talk about something…something that might change quite a few things depending on how he reacts.”

“Hopefully your father won’t be too angry with whatever you did. And don’t worry if things go south I’ll have your back.” I nudged his shoulder with mine chuckling lightly at him.

Kayce ran a hand through his curly brown hair. “So you’re really gonna work for the sheriff’s department?”

“If I’m lucky enough, yes.” Clasping my hands together in front of me, shifting my gaze up to meet his deep brown eyes feeling my face turning red. “Kayce, can I tell you something?”

He nodded his head simply yes. “Anything.”

“Kayce, I have been thinking lately and I…I think I might be starting to have feelings for y-” I get cut off short when a truck horn honked and we both turned our heads towards the sound.

My father’s truck was parked there with him rolling down the window. “Y/n!, are you ready to go?”

“Uh coming dad.” Snatching my bag off the ground and on my back I waved bye to the rancher. “I'll see you later, Dutton.”

Kayce waved bye to me. “Bye Haskell.” Shutting the passenger truck door I slumped down in my seat glancing back at him outside my window as we drove off considering that was the day I realized I should have told him how I felt sooner.

Kayce and I separated from each other still holding the same familiar smile after seeing the other years later. Kayce stared down at me about to say something before someone came around the front desk. “Dad, when are we going back to the ranch?”

“Dad. You have a kid?” Knitting my brows together I couldn't fathom the words.

He nodded seeing a boy that had similar hair color to him but his eyes were a darker brown. “Hi, I’m Tate. What’s your name?” The kid waved standing beside his father’s hip.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” I waved to the little boy.

Tate moved his head up tugging his father’s sleeve. “Do you want to come see the ranch with us?”

“Oh Tate, I don't think she’s free. She’ll probably have to get back to work.” Kayce trailed off sending me a half smile.

Shrugging my shoulders I cut him off. “I’m not busy at the moment. My father - the sheriff is just filling out paperwork for the afternoon. If he needs me he’ll call me through my radio.”

“Okay then let’s go.” Tate spun around on his feet, he grabbed my wrist trying to drag me outside the door with him.

I gently yanked my wrist from his gesturing my head down the hallway I had come from. “I’ll just double check with my boss and I’ll meet you two out at your dads truck okay.”

“Sounds good. Come on, kid.” Kayce pushed Tate towards the door, sparing a glance at me before I went around the corner back to my father’s office.

Knocking on the sheriff office door, creaking it open slightly, seeing my father was still working on his paperwork. “Dad, I’ll be back later. Heading to the Dutton ranch.”

“Be careful out there. The Dutton’s are known to be trouble.” He sent me a look.

I sent him a military salute without another word to him. “Don’t I know it.” We had to cover up more of their problems then any other ranch family, but I respected what they did to keep their land.

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[mamachasesmayhem]

Heavy is the Head • Smoke, Whiskey, & Warm Honey

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Pairing: Jake Seresin x Magnolia Monroe

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Dystopian society, toxic family dynamics, political corruption, smut, violence, war scenes, single parenthood, BRIEF mention but no description of SA (I’ll make sure to put a trigger warning ahead of the scenario), plus probably more! (As always, let me know if I miss anything down the line). HEAVY on the smut & 18+ in this one yall!

Magnolia

The next month passed in a blur. Between work, Arden, and sneaking in dates with Jake where they could, I found myself falling head over heels in a short amount of time. Even though we didn’t get the chance for another longer date like the first, Jake has made it a point to bring me lunch at work, take me for dinner, or at least stop by the hospital for a kiss if we wouldn’t have time for anything else. His diligence and effort to make me feel important makes me swoon every time I thinks about it, and I’m considering letting him in on the darker parts of my past.

He’s dying to meet Arden, even if he won’t admit it out loud. But he has to know about her father, or lack thereof, first. That could be a gamechanger. It’s not often that a woman truthfully doesn’t know who the father of her child is. I’m admittedly nervous about how he’ll take the news as well, given that he was there the night it happened. And so were his friends.

We have plans for dinner tonight and I’m planning on breaching the subject then. It wouldn’t be fair to either one of us to keep going past this point if it were to be an issue, best to cut it off while we can. He hasn’t met Arden yet, so she won’t be affected. Sure, my heart might break a little bit, but I’m proud of myself for being willing to put it out there.

Jake is due to pick me up in about an hour, and Loren hasn’t made it home from her shift yet. It’s a little worrisome, so I send her a message.

Well, shit. Nora’s working tonight too, so I know that option is off the table. Arden comes toddling around the corner and drops her cup full of Goldfish, the snack spilling across the floor.

“Oh, Ari, you silly goose! Help mama clean this up?” I ask, ruffling her hair to keep her from crying. That girl hates letting a cracker go to waste.

By the time I’ve cleaned up the orange crumbs and refilled the bowl, my phone starts ringing. It’s Jake, so I answer quickly, suddenly feeling bad for forgetting to let him know we’d have to reschedule earlier.

“Hello, Prince Charming!” I answer.

“Hello, gorgeous. I was actually calling to tell you I’m running a little ahead of schedule and was hoping I could pick you up early, if that’s ok with you?” His voice is cautiously excited.

“I hate to do this, but Loren got tapped for overtime and Nora’s working too so I’m out of a sitter tonight. I’m so sorry, Jake,” I huff, clearly disappointed.

Jake doesn’t miss a beat, I swear. “Ok, how about this? What if I grab some takeout and we have a movie night in? All three of us.”

I’m admittedly thrown for a loop, pleasantly surprised by how eager he is to see both of us.

“Um. You would…you would want to do that?” I ask timidly.

“Of course, angel. She’s a big part of your life, it’s a life I wanna be part of. Both of yours,” his shy grin can be heard through the phone.

I glance down at Arden playing with her mini princess toys on the floor and my mind is made up in the blink of an eye.

“Italian sounds great, Arden likes butter noodles of any kind and baked ziti with a giant salad and extra tomatoes sounds like a dream to me.” I offer our go to orders, knowing the plan for dinner was a local Italian restaurant Jake loves.

“Done. I’ll see you two in about 30 minutes then?” The joy in his voice is easy to pick up on.

“Sounds perfect, Jake. Can’t wait to see you!” I smile into the phone.

“See you soon, angel.”

I’d told Arden about Jake in passing, told her that mommy had a new friend named Jake that I wanted her to meet someday. I had shown her pictures a few times, hoping to induce some familiarity before they met. Granted, I planned to have them talk via FaceTime before meeting in person, but this works too. I kinda like the “pull off the bandaid” approach better. Jake is an enigma, I’ve yet to meet a soul that doesn’t adore him. Same with Arden, so I had a good feeling.

“Ari, you remember me telling you about my friend, Mr. Jake?” I asked her.

She looked up, smiling and nodding. “Mista Jay!”

“That’s right, baby! He’s gonna bring you butter noodles for dinner, whatcha think about that?” I tuck her into my lap and nuzzle my nose into her hair with the question.

“Nooooodies! Yeah!”

I set him up for success, butter noodles are the way to her heart.

True to his word, Jake pulls up about 30 minutes later, takeout bags in hand when I see him through the window. I take a deep breath, scoop Arden onto my hip, and move to open the door before he can knock.

“Hey, soldier boy,” I greet him in my most flirtatious tone.

“Well hello, gorgeous!” He drops a kiss to my cheek. “And tiny gorgeous.” He boops Arden’s nose, making her giggle. “Let me set this down real quick so I can say a proper hello, yeah?”

I direct him towards the kitchen table and he quickly returns, squatting down to meet Arden at her level now that she’s wiggled free to the floor. She curiously followed him to the kitchen and kept an eye on him from around the corner.

“Hi, Arden. I’m Jake,” he softly introduces himself with a smile.

She hasn’t run and hidden behind my legs, so this is already going better than I’d hoped. And then, my heart explodes.

Arden reaches up, grabs his cheeks, says “My Jay,” then grabs his hand and drags him to her toy basket.

Jake goes without a second thought, plops himself onto the floor, and lets her babble about her favorite toys. I drop onto the couch, either in relief or shock or both, I’m not sure. But I take a second to appreciate the quick and easy connection the two made and watch with joy as they interact.

I finally decide to break the spell and remind them it’s dinner time. Arden runs to her spot at the table, ready to devour her noodies. Jake’s eyes find mine across the table and I don’t miss the mist in them as he looks at me.

We eat in typical dinner with a talkative toddler fashion, Arden babbling and throwing food when she gets too excited and it seems like Jake is hanging onto every single thing she does. Once we’ve all eaten our fill, Jake offers to clean up the kitchen while I give Arden a quick bath to clean her up before the movie.

Jake is piled up in the corner of my couch, broad legs stretched out in front of him and one arm across the back of the couch, waiting for us to join him.

“Alright, what movie do the two angel girls request tonight?” He asks once we enter the room.

I swoon a little and most definitely blush at the nickname he uses for me on my daughter too.

Arden’s feet pitter patter across the living room floor before she launches herself at Jake. “Fy moobie, fy moobie!”

Jake looks at me for help and I can’t help the giggle that escapes over his look of pure confusion. “She means Elemental, the fire movie. It’s her favorite at the moment and it’s so cute.”

“Oh duhhh! Silly me, you wanna watch the fire movie, little one?” He asks Arden, tickling her belly.

I grab the remote and lean into Jake’s side, waiting for Arden to climb into my lap and snuggle while I turn on the movie. But she doesn’t. Instead, she burrows further into his chest from her spot on her lap before reaching her hand out. “Bankie peas?”

I’m stunned. She has never, and I mean NEVER, cuddled someone over me during movie time. Not even with Nora. I’m frozen in shock, thumb hovering over the play button on the remote, eyes wide as they settle over my two favorite people and their instant bond.

“Mama, bankie,” Arden whines, snapping me out of my stupor.

“The princess requests her blankie, ma’am,” Jake chuckles, nudging my knee with his.

I wordlessly hand over the blanket and start the movie, letting my brain process what just happened. Ember is mid explosion when Jake bumps our knees together again.

“You ok? I didn’t overstep, did I?” He whispers.

“No!” I yelp, not wanting him to think he did anything wrong, and Arden loudly shushes me. I clear my throat and lower my voice before trying again. “No, not at all. She’s just never taken to anyone like that and…I’m a little blown away is all. In a good way, though.”

“Okay, good. I was worried for a second. Now scoot over and watch this movie with us. My left side is cold with how far away you are.” He says as he grips my hip and tugs me closer into his side.

Arden it out cold and snoring against his chest when the movie ends while I wipe away the tears that still escape now matter how many times I’ve seen the movie.

“She looks so peaceful that I don’t wanna disturb her. Can I…can I carry her to bed?” Jake asks sheepishly.

The look on his face is so soft that it almost kickstarts another round of tears. I bite my lip and nod, standing up to lead the way to her room. Jake, over 6 feet of pure muscle and masculinity, lays my tiny daughter down in her fluffy pink bed with a tenderness I didn’t know a man that size was capable of. I finish tucking her in as Jake watches on from the doorway, then we slip out and quietly make our way back to the living room.

Jake settles back onto the couch first, his large frame taking over the whole thing as one leg extends across the length of it, the other foot firmly planted on the floor. He grabs my hand and tugs me towards him, my back pressing against his warm chest and his arms wrapping around me. We stay in our little bubble, just enjoying the quiet together for a moment before Jake speaks up.

“Noles, angel, you are one hell of a woman and I’m in awe of you. Arden is…she’s perfection. Is it weird that she already has me wrapped around her little finger?” He murmurs in my ear.

I can’t fight the smile that crosses my face or the pride I feel at his words. “No, that’s just Arden. I’m both surprised and not that she took to you so easily though. While you’re impossible to not like, she’s usually very reserved until she can fully judge you,” I giggle.

“Yeah, I was shocked too! I know you’ve told me that about her so I was expecting to have to buy her affection with a puppy or something so I could share her mama with her,” Jake buries his face in my neck.

With a laugh, I turn in his hold and move to sit across his lap, my arms resting over his shoulders. “If you buy her a puppy, you better be prepared to be here everyday and do the potty training and the night training.”

Jake’s hands settle on my hips and tug me closer as he lets a deep chuckle rumble from his chest. “Oooh, inviting me to sleep over every night, angel? That doesn’t sound like a bad time at all.”

With that, Jake closes the distance between us and connects his lips with mine. It started as a playful kiss, but quickly crossed into more heated territory. With our schedules and lives, we hadn’t had the chance to take our physical relationship to the next stage. I had planned to tell him about Arden’s lack of a father before anything happened between us, but you know what they say about even the best laid plans.

My hands start to trace across Jake’s broad chest, fingertips taking their time appreciating the muscle definition evident even through his shirt. Jake leans forward, sitting up completely and shifting so both of his feet are on the floor and my legs bracket one of his.

Jake’s arms wrap around me again, squeezing me and hauling me against his chest, leaving no room between us as he traces the seam of my lips with his tongue. They part immediately, desperate to feel his tongue tangle with mine. His hands trace along the hem of my shirt, warm palms finding their home against the skin of my back, causing it to arch as I gasp into his mouth.

I let out a breathless “Jake,” sounding almost as wrecked as I feel right now, and I’m just kissing him.

“Aw shit, darlin’. You can’t say my name like that,” Jake groans against my mouth.

“Why not?” I whine.

He moves to kiss my forehead, then my cheeks, then leaves a tender peck to my lips. “Because I have a very, very precarious grip on my self control right now and I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman.”

“What if I don’t want you to be?” I ask, my fingernails gently scratching at the nape of his neck.

“Honey, I don’t wanna overstep here. Tell me what you want,” he all but begs.

I pull back to look in his eyes. “You. I want you, Jake. Do you want me too?”

“More than you could ever imagine,” he grits out. “But I am in so deep with you that I don’t wanna ruin things by crossing a line. I have a connection with you that’s so strong, that I’d rather die than shatter by pushing too hard too fast. You’re in control here. And honestly, I’ve uhhh…I’ve never…I don’t really know how to say this respectfully so I’ll just come out with it. I’ve never been with a mom before and I don’t really know what to expect.”

A slight blush has crept up his neck and dusts his cheekbones, and it’s so damn endearing. “Well, I’m obviously not a virgin, you’ve met my daughter. I’m human, craved a physical connection a handful of times and committed the cardinal sin of breaking the ‘dont fuck one of the 4 Ps’ rule.” I sighed, rolling my hips against his thigh, staining the faded denim with arousal.

“The 4 Ps?” Jake manages to stutter out, distracted by the wetness seeping through the material of both my leggings and his jeans.

“Police. Physicians. Paramedics. Pfirefighters.” I giggle. “But, like you, there’s never been a connection to anyone like the one I have with you. I want this, Jake. I’m ok.” I punctuate the words with an open mouthed kiss to his jaw.

“I’m ready.” A kiss to his neck this time.

“I’m yours.” I whisper in his ear after nipping at his earlobe.

“Well, damm honey. I’m gonna add one more P to that list,” Jake teases.

“What would that be? Politician?” The snarl of disgust on his face almost makes me falter.

“No, darlin’. Pilot.”

Fuck.

With that, I grip the collar of his shirt and haul his lips back to mine. Jake kisses me back with equal fervor and reaches to wrap my legs around his waist, pulling me back up towards him. He leans back against the couch, the shift pitching me forward to where my stomach is pressed flat against his abs, my chest to his chest, my hips to his hips.

And holy shit, I was not prepared.

Jake is hard.

And he’s fucking thick, more than I could have even imagined.

I have zero control over my body and the way my hips roll against him just to see if I maybe brushed against his phone or wallet. I also have no control over the noise that leaves me when I realize that it definitely is not his phone or wallet…those are on the table behind me.

Jake’s chuckle rumbles through my entire body and what I assume is a whimper rushes out of me. I only say “assume” because my brain is toast. There’s no processing anything outside how good he feels against me.

“Easy, angel. You’re gonna wake up Arden if you’re not careful,” he says, pulling back and tucking my hair behind my ear.

“My room is on the opposite side of the house, she won’t hear anything with that distance between us…” I trail off, hoping he gets the hint.

I look up and into his eyes, finding a thin ring of the green I’ve come to adore barely containing his lust blown pupils.

Jake’s jaw clenches, clearly at war with himself. “Noles, honey, I just wanna make sure you’re not gonna regret- ”

While I appreciate how much he cares for me and wants to make sure I’m ok with this, I think I might die if I don’t feel his skin against mine soon. So, I crawl off of his lap, not missing the way his face falls before I grab the bottom of my shirt and yank it over my head.

I toss my shirt at his face, slowly backing up in the direction of my room. “You coming or are you just gonna talk a big game?”

I don’t wait for his answer and turn around to lead the way to my room. I almost wish I had, because I hear him scramble off of the couch, drop and pick his wallet up at least three times in what I believe to be a quest for a condom, and then quick footsteps that follow after mine.

As soon as I cross the threshold of my room, Jake’s calloused hands slips across my stomach and his strong arm bands across me, tugging backwards and into his chest. He swiftly shuts and locks the door before turning and caging me against it, his hands planted on either side of my head.

Long gone is Gentleman Jake, the sweetheart who double checks that I’m sure I want this.

This is Commander Seresin. The man who is fierce, determined, and unshakable when it comes to getting what he wants.

And right now, what he wants is me.

Jake’s head dips down, nose tracing a teasing path from the hollow of my throat, up my neck, and to my ear.

“Magnolia,” his voice is husky and laced with unbridled lust.

I shudder, goosebumps racing across my body as he hums against my ear.

“Jake.” His name passes my lips in a breathless sigh.

He pushes back, leaving his left hand pressed against the door while his right cups my cheek. My eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of his gentle touch. His thumb traces across my cheekbone then over my lips, gently pulling my bottom lip down with the action and his eyes follow the movement. “You’re so gorgeous, Noles.”

I push my lips into a pucker, gently kissing the tip of his thumb and making him groan.

“God, you’re gonna be my undoing. I wanna take you apart, piece by piece, just like you’ve been doing to me”

I don’t have time to do anything other than suck in a breath at his words before his right hand tangles in the hair at the nape of my neck and swiftly tugs. My responding moan is pulled from a place so deep in my chest, that I’d thought it was permanently locked away before this very moment. I’d shut this part of myself down after Arden was born, resorting to battery operated friends and the occasional quickies in the on call room.

I should be terrified about the fact that Jake has my defenses falling so quickly, about the fact one tug to my hair has me ready to fall to my knees and beg.

But I’m not. Not even in the slightest.

I’m ready to fall into the comfort and security of Jake, and that’s a first for me.

I reach out and grab handfuls of his shirt, ungracefully trying and failing to rid his body of the single most irritating scrap of cloth on this planet at the moment. Jake’s hands slip down to my wrists, grabbing them and tugging them away from his body. I whine, instantly missing the contact.

With a wicked look in his eye, a delicious grin slips across his face. Next thing I know, my hands are pinned against the door above my head. “If you can be a good girl and leave your hands right here, I’ll take it off.”

And just like that, I’m a goner. He really had to go and say “good girl.” Dammit, man.

I do what any sane woman would and keep my hands glued to the door. Jake rewards me with a broad grin and steps away completely to pull his shirt off. And Jesus Christ the man is ripped. I wiggle, rubbing my thighs together for a little friction, and Jake sends me a sharp look.

“Hey, you said keep my hands here. I’m doing exactly as I was told,” I reply with an arched brow.

“Damn, honey. I really like when you’re mouthy. It’s so sexy that you aren’t afraid to speak your mind,” Jake groans, leaning in close to me again. “Now, since you need very specific instructions, here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna stand there, lookin’ so pretty just for me, and you’re gonna let me worship every inch of this gorgeous body. And you’re gonna tell me if you’re uncomfortable in any way at all, ok?”

Jake slowly bends until his knees hit the floor, his hands ghost over my sides until his thumbs hook in the waistband of my leggings, hands stilling. My chest is rising and falling at a rapid speed as I manage to nod my affirmation.

Jake’s eyes are dark as he looks up at me from his knees and the sight almost does me in. I reach out and grab onto his shoulders for support, I definitely don’t have faith in my own ability to stay standing.

“I need words, Magnolia. I need to hear you say it,” Jake commands.

The air is sucked out of the room at the authority in his voice and holy shit is it hot in here?

“Yes, Jake. I understand. Now will you please touch me?” I whine.

With a devious smirk, Jake makes quick work of removing my leggings, grips the backs of my thighs, and wraps me around him as he stands again.

“As much fun as it would be to watch you squirm against the wall, I can’t properly taste every inch of you from there.”

A large palm traces a path from the base of my spine up to the strap of my bra, deft fingers undoing it in the blink of an eye. My back lands against the soft comforter of my bed and Jake’s eyes trace down my body from where he’s kneeling at the foot of my bed. His appreciative gaze is scorching and palpable and I’m fairly certain I just saw his dick twitch in his pants when his eyes land on how I’m halfway spilled out of my undone bra. His hands reach out, palms landing at my collarbones before sliding up and slipping under the little fabric left on my body. Jake turns his hands, angling them so his wrists catch on the straps of my bra, and slowly begins to slide his hands down my arms. His eyes don’t leave mine the entire time, intentionally holding back from looking elsewhere before he tosses my bra somewhere behind him.

He finally breaks when he hears the fabric hit the floor and a barely audible “fuck” leaves him before his large body is covering mine. His chest is warm against mine and I’m jolted with little zaps of electricity everywhere our skin touches.

The breath is punched out of my lungs when I feel his lips on my neck again, followed by nips of his teeth and his tongue soothing over the marks he’s inevitably leaving behind. He is ruthless in his attack on my bare skin, the stubble on his face leaving behind a light burn as he journeys to where his palms are cupping my breasts.

“Fucking gorgeous, angel. Taste just as good as you look too, goddamn,” Jake groans before pulling my nipple into his mouth.

I let out a moan that probably would put pornstars out of their jobs and Jake reacts by sucking harder. “Ah!” I yelp, arching further into him.

Jake growls against my skin at my response, his hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin they can find. He grabs one of my legs, hitches it up over his hip, and lets his lower body drop against me. The pressure of his weight, the rough texture of his jeans, and the outline of just how fucking thick he is makes my brain completely shut down.

“Jake! Fuck!” I damn near scream.

Jake pulls off of me with a pop and a filthy smile. His lips are spit slicked and swollen from the attention he’s been lavishing on me. “God you’re vocal. We’ll be exploring that when I can have you all to myself, but I can’t risk you waking up Ari and interrupting this, so let me help you out, darlin’.”

With that, he slips his thumb in my mouth and lets it settle on my tongue. The sheer dominance and confidence he exudes does so many things for me, all of them fantastic. My lips close around his thick digit and give it a languid suck, making Jake drop his head into my neck.

“Jesus, honey. You’re filthy, aren’t you? I’m gonna find out what else that mouth can do later, because my jeans are fuckin’ soaked from you already. I need to be inside you so bad that I can barely see straight.” Jake’s grip tightens on my upper thigh and he rolls his hips against me, the seam of his jeans providing sweet torture between us.

I tilt my head back far enough to make his thumb rest against my lips. “Well what the fuck are you waiting for then? You’re the one still mostly clothed,” I snap, frustrated and desperate to feel every inch of him against me.

I’m hit by a rush of cold air when he jerks back and away from me. I’m worried I was too mouthy for a second, but then he lands a sharp slap to my ass. “Fuckin’ brat,” he mutters while reaching for the button of his jeans.

Even though he’s in a rush to get his pants off, he doesn’t miss the way I moan and flood my panties in response to the sting on my skin. “Fuckin’ saw that, gorgeous. Take ‘em off. Now.” He nods toward the ruined fabric clinging to me.

I scramble to do as I’m told while I watch him slip his hand in his back pocket, pull out a condom, and throw it on the bed. “Lay back on the pillows, angel. Spread your legs for me, lemme see that pretty pussy.”

My body is on autopilot as I do what he asks, my knees parting and my feet planting themselves flat against the bed, baring myself to his hungry gaze. With my legs spread, I have the perfect view of Jake shoving his jeans and boxers down. My brain short circuits when his full length is exposed.

“You’re not gonna fit,” I blurt out.

Jake crawls up the bed towards me, stopping to wrap his fingers around my ankle and prop it on his shoulder before peppering kisses up my leg.

“You can take it, darlin’. I promise I’ll be gentle.” He smiles down at me, honesty shining bright in his eyes. “If I do anything that feels less than amazing, you tell me to stop. And I will, immediately. The thought of hurtin’ you…I would never,” he visibly pales.

“I know, Jake.” I reply, a genuine smile on my face as I reach out to wrap my hand around his cock, not wanting to lose this moment.

Jake shudders at the contact and sinks his teeth into my calf, muffling a moan. I slide my free hand across the bed in search of the condom. Once my target is located, I grab it and rip it open, then move to position it over Jake. My hands tremble and he takes over, quickly sliding it on and settling above me. His hands bracket my head once again, his large body engulfing mine. Usually, I’d feel trapped and try to reverse the roles. But with Jake, I just feel protected and cherished. I slide my hands around his neck and bring his lips to mine. He meets me with a tender kiss, like he’s waiting for me to tell him I’m ok. So I do, deepening the kiss by tracing my tongue along his lower lip.

“Need you, Jake,” I whimper against his lips, angling my hips towards him.

“Damn, honey. You’re gonna ruin me for all other women, aren’t you?” Jake groans, positioning his thick tip against me.

“That’s uhhhhh- that’s the plan,” I stammer.

He runs his thumb across my cheek again and I’m coming to learn it grounds him as much as it grounds me. “Ready, gorgeous?”

Instead of answering, I hook my leg behind his back and use my heel to shove him towards me, making him slip inside me.

“Ffffffuuuuuuckkkkk Noles, you’re so tight. Holy shit,” Jake manages to sputter out, instantly stilling.

I’m panting at this point, loving the pinch of pain that comes with the stretch as I adjust to his size. “So big, Jake. Feel so good.”

“Tell me when you’re ready for more, honey. I can wait,” Jake tells me, dropping down to lick along my collarbone before nibbling gently.

His calloused hands run over every inch of skin he can reach; kneading, squeezing, and tracing until I relax. He leaves open mouthed kisses along my neck and my chest, his warm tongue soothing across my skin and driving me wild. It’s not long before I’m clawing at his back, begging for him to move. “Jake, baby. Need more. Please.”

He groans, pulling back just a little before rolling forward a little further. Shallow thrusts slowly grow into deeper strokes and I’m teetering on the edge before he’s even fully seated.

“God, honey. You’re incredible. You feel so good, so warm and wet wrapped around me,” Jake leans in and kisses me between little praises.

My breath hitches in my chest when I feel him bottom out, his pelvis pushed firmly against mine. Jake lets a guttural moan rip through his heaving chest, breathing heavy as he tries to hang onto a thread of control. I wiggle, needing movement, friction.

“Gimme a sec, angel. I’m tryin’ to not blow my load like some horny teenager. God, you’re perfect. Swear you were made just for me, squeezin’ me so tight. Shit, you smell like fuckin’ sunshine.” Nose buried in my neck, he finally starts to move, lighting every nerve in my body on fire with languid rolls of his hips.

The pressure builds and builds and builds until I’m on the verge of tears, everything he’s doing feels amazing and I’m so close, but I need just a little more.

“Jake, honey. I…ahh. I need-I need,” I babble, so lost in the feeling of his sweat slicked skin dragging against mine.

“Need what, sweet girl?” He coos.

“I don’t- I don’t know. This. More. You. Need you,” I whine, turning my head into the thick muscle of his arm. “You. Please.”

I’m not sure how he does it, but he knows exactly what I’m pleading for. He shifts onto his knees and sits back on his heels, pulling me higher into his lap. The new angle is intense and I’m seeing stars immediately, unconsciously tightening around Jake.

“That what you needed, my gorgeous girl?” He asks, pushing his palm flat just under my belly button as his thrusts start to pick up speed. “Fuck, look at you. Takin’ me so well, lookin’ like an angel laid out beneath me, makin’ the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Doin’ so good for me, darlin’. Can you feel me? Can you feel me right here?”

His voice is all smoke, whiskey, and warm honey pouring over me as he pushes down on my belly. My eyes roll back at the sight of the head of his cock nudging against me from the inside, the pressure shoots white hot pleasure through my veins. I never knew I had a thing for being showered in praises, never knew that dirty talk would affect me this much.

“Shit, I’m so close. I’m almost there, ah-fuck! It’s-it’s intense, baby. Ahhh.” Pitiful moans, whimpers and gasps leave me at what would be an embarrassing speed if it were anyone but Jake.

“C’mon, Noles. Give it to me, honey. You’re grippin’ me so tight, I can feel how close you are. You got me right there too, baby. But I can’t cum without you. You gonna keep me on edge all night or are you gonna let me cum inside you, let me ruin you while you ruin me?”

He sounds just as wrecked as I do, and that’s what breaks me. Lightning rips through me and a sob breaks loose. “Jay-!”

Jake claps a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream as I shatter in his hands. “That’s my girl, you did so good for me,” he pants as he falls over me.

Palm still secured over my mouth, he leans forward and grips the headboard with his other hand, hips picking up speed as he chases his own release. Tears of pleasure drip down my face at seeing Jake so lost in lust that his face is pinched in concentration. With his eyes squeezed shut, he doesn’t see me reaching for his face and jolts when my thumb brushes under his eye. His eyes snap open, the green glowing as he looks at me. I kiss his palm to let him know he can move his hand and he does.

“Wanted to see your eyes when you finish,” I pant.

That does Jake in.

He leans in and bites my shoulder, groaning as he spills into the latex. Even though there’s a barrier between us, I can feel him twitch and fill me with warmth, and that triggers an aftershock I didn’t know I was capable of having. I turn and bite his bicep as we ride out the wave together, our hearts pounding against our chests. Jake catches his breath and slowly pulls out of me and I want to cry at the loss.

“Let me get cleaned up real quick. I’ll be right back, don’t move,” he pecks my lips before heading in the direction of the bathroom I point him to.

He returns sans condom, having slipped back into his boxers at some point. A warm, wet towel finds its way between my legs to clean me up and I melt a little at how tenderly he’s taking care of me. He moves to throw the towel in the hamper, but I quickly tug on his arm until he crawls back in bed.

“It’s late, stay here tonight?” I ask, not ready to let him go yet.

His fingers gently card through the tangles he put in my hair. “Whatever you want, angel. How about you go use the bathroom and I’ll go grab you something to drink?”

I nod and he sits up, pulling me with him. He bends down and scoops up his discarded shirt, gently pulling it over my head before leaving a kiss in my hair. He swats my butt when I walk past him, making me giggle. I do my business then crawl back in bed, eyes getting heavier by the second. When Jake climbs into bed, he makes me sit up and take a few sips before he turns out the light and lays back down. He pulls my cheek to his chest and wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. His steady heartbeat threatens to lull me to sleep, but I’m not ready yet.

“Hey, Jake?” I whisper.

“Yeah, sweet girl?”

“I gotta tell you about Ari’s dad.”

I feel him flinch, but it’s fleeting. “Is he picking her up in the morning or something?”

“Ha, no. It’s…kind of a long story. But I want you to know it,” I explain.

The tension leaves his body immediately and he settles deeper into the pillows. “I’ll still be here in the mornin’, Angel. Get some rest and we can talk when we wake up? I’ll even make Lucy’s special chocolate chip pancakes.”

“Mmmm. Ok, that sounds good. G’night, Jake.” I press a kiss to his chest then nuzzle into his chest.

I feel a rumble of laughter under my cheek as he leans down to kiss my head. “G’night, Noles.”

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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.

#jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen angst #jake jensen x you #plus size reader

[hemmohaze]

the one with the camera

summary: how luke and bianca met

warnings: just cursing!

word count: 1,612

August 2019

"Ei mãe!" Bianca answered her phone, setting her camera down and leaning against a mural she was photographing. She always had the brightest smile on her face whenever one of her parents called.

" Oi, querido" Her mom said with a smile on her face sitting on the patio of her childhood home in Upstate New York.

Bianca currently works as UCLA's photographer for the campus, ranging from highlighting the art that students have made and displayed around school to creating posters for upcoming events on campus.

Her and her mom continued talking until her roommate, Ashlyn sent her a text urging her to come back to their shared apartment.

Bianca got to their apartment as Ashlyn basically dragged her in and sat her on the couch.

"Ouch jeez could you pull my damn arm any harder!" Bianca exclaimed once she sat down.

Ashlyn disregarded her statement as she was pacing back and forth around the apartment while having the biggest Cheshire cat smile.

Ashlyn ran a podcast on campus called The Ashlyn Show almost a direct hit to her favorite show as a kid 'The Amanda Show even if the creator of the show was a complete creep.

She talks about topics ranging from the Sephora kids she's been seeing on TikTok to environmental issues. Bianca also films and edits every video she does.

"Okay so you know how I've been sending countless emails and messages to the radio staff to have musical guests on my podcast right every week, just to bring in more viewers?" She started. Bianca shook her head yes as she picked at the skin around her acrylic nails.

"So obviously I've been getting some pretty shit soundcloud producers and rappers." Bianca's lips pursed into a thin line as she raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that."

"Well look no further than here, 5 Seconds of Summer are coming on the podcast in less than 15 minutes!" Ashlyn exclaimed, shaking Bianca's tattooed hands and jumping up and down with her.

"Oh my god shut up! I love their newest single 'Teeth' so much. Not to mention I've had the biggest celebrity crush on their lead singer ever since I was 12 and saw him doing covers on Youtube."

"I'm telling you this would be a great opportunity for both of us, you can plug your  video and editing skills and I could woo Ashton with my impressive conversion skills." Ashlyn suggested while dramatically flipping her long red hair over her left shoulder.

"Hey, you guys have matching hair colors. I guess it's a sign." Bianca joked with her.

"Oh my goodness you're right!!" Ashlyn said, taking the joke seriously. Bianca just chuckled at her friend

Bianca's eyes soon widened as she racked over her appearance. An old graphic tee, some biker shorts and her beat up black converse. "I didn't even straighten my hair today. I look all bruto e catraca." She pointed to the messy strands of brunette curls falling out of her bun that she spent too much time this morning that she'd rather not mention.

Ashlyn scoffed as she grabbed her studio keys and clutch wallet from the bowl at the door. “Oh please you look gorgeous as always."

Bianca sighed and collected her video camera, lenses, and tripod before following Ashlyn across campus and into her studio that she rents in the radio station.

"They should be here within the next 5 minutes. I'm gonna go pee before I piss myself mid interview. You can set up your camera and video stuff over there." Ashlyn pointed in the middle of the room

"Well if you did that Ashton would be surprised! I don't think it would be a good surprise nonetheless a surprise." Bianca yelled as Ashlyn flipped her off from behind.

Bianca laughed as she set up her video camera and tripod and scrolled on her phone on instagram stories to wait for Ashlyn to return from the bathroom.

She stopped at the @5SOS instagram story as it was a picture of Luke walking across their campus with the caption of 'Tune into our interview on 'The Ashlyn Show' podcast 2pm EST/ 11am PST'

Ashlyn returned less than 2 minutes later and started turning on her LED lights around the small space and turned on all the mics to make sure they worked correctly. She turned on their song 'Teeth' as the boys came in. Bianca got up and turned her livestream onto the waiting room page and set the timer for 3 minutes.

They all shook her hand and sat down while introducing themselves. Bianca looked everywhere except in Luke's direction. He looked so good in his yellow satin shirt and black jeans, his signature boots on his feet. Such a simple outfit but on his tall frame it had her weak in the knees.

"Hi guys! It's me, Ashlyn and welcome back to The Ashlyn Show. Obviously you guys know Bianca," Ashlyn dramatically held her left hand out towards the girl who peeped her head in the camera frame and waved. "Hey guys."

"Andddd that was Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer, their latest single! Thank you guys so much for taking the time out of your busy day to come chat!" Ashlyn spoke to the video camera Bianca had set up to livestream.

"Thank you so much for having us, we hope people enjoy us fucking around for about 3 hours." Micheal joked after 2 minutes of awkward silence. Bianca made a mental note to herself bleep most of the cuss words they use when she goes to edit.

The interview was going great. They had amazing chemistry with Ashlyn as she kept up with their jokes and chaotic energy, Bianca even joined in on some of the jokes with them.

Ashton made a joke about the two having matching hair as Ashlyn blushed redder than a tomato. Bianca even started laughing along with them which she felt Luke’s eyes on her whenever she did.

Within 10 minutes of the interview starting, they already had close to 100,000 people watching them, the most viewers they've seen all year. Close to the end of the interview, Luke subtly found Bianca's instagram account through the podcast account.

After the interview they guys had to leave to go do more press interviews. Luke was bummed out because he really wanted to talk to Bianca.

Back in the car Luke finally had the guts to follow Bianca's instagram thanks to Calum basically grabbing his phone and doing it for him. It took everything in him to not follow her professional one as well, he thought that'd be a little stalker vibes, he did scroll through it though.

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Bianca stood in the kitchen as she watched her instant microwave noodles spin when she felt her phone buzz in the waistband of her Victoria's Secret pink pajama shorts. She pulled it out and saw an Instagram notification she never thought it a million years would she see.

@lukehemmings started following @biancaferreia.

"Ash! Ashlyn! Oh my god you have to see this." Bianca turned to the girl laying across the couch watching The First 48.

"What?" She said with a mouth full of hot cheeto’s.

She flipped the phone to as her eyes widened in shock. "No way!! He followed you? How'd he get your instagram??"

"Im pretty sure it's on the bio of the podcast instagram." She quickly replied. "Do I follow him back??"

"What kind of question is that! Yes of course!”Ashlyn said while lightly smacking her arm.

"Okay you really need to not do that." Bianca said rubbing her arm slightly.

@biancaferrera followed @lukehemmings

She put her phone face down on the kitchen counter and stirred her noodles and added pepper until 10 minutes later her phone buzzed twice. Bianca's eyes widened in suprise and shock.

@lukehemmings sent you a DM.

" Did you just get a message from THE Luke Hemmings?" Ashlyn said looking over her shoulder.

"I guess so yeah." She said unsurely.

Bianca's tattooed hand shaked in excitement and nerves as she opened the message.

'I know your probably wondering how I got your instagram aren't you😂' The message read

'Well I mean I'm not not wondering. I'm yet flattered and scared at the same time' She replied back.

'Well I got it from the podcast account. I didn't expect you to follow back so fast.'

'How could I not?! A really famous guy from my favorite band followed me, the 12 year old in me is screaming'

They stayed texting back and forth for another 4 hours until she stopped responding at close to midnight because she passed out from exhaustion from editing.

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Bianca was currently at their upstairs neighbor's apartment babysitting their 7 year old, Ethan. She was on her 3rd energy drink of the day, babysitting a 7 year old can be a lot of work especially when she was up late editing their interview and doing some lab report essay for her Physics class that was due two days ago but her teacher is still accepting it.

She kept checking her phone to see if Luke responded to her messages but nothing. She assumed he was busy, I mean he was a rockstar.

Until then she got a DM while Ethan was napping.

'I know this is gonna sound so crazy but I'm in Southern California for another week, wanna possibly get a coffee together?' The message read. Bianca had to read it five times until she came up with a response.

'Yeah that sounds awesome! I know this place about 10 minutes from me.'

'Pick you up around 3 tomorrow?'

'Absolutely!'

'Sounds like a plan then:)'

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos #micheal clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings imagine

[slutnali]

hi cielo 💝 give me some headcanons for our babies. Im sending in two asks so they don't get that long for you.

👑 Fancy Dinner HC (for fake dating au)

💥 First Fight/Making Up HC (any au)

🎭 Jealous HC (for fake dating, for all 3, but im kinda curious about if anetra in particular gets jealous 👀)

hiii amor 💖 ty for sending in!!

👑 Fancy Dinner HC (for fake dating au)

Mirage has been to fancy restaurants before, even if its not really her scene. She's gone for her friend's birthday dinners, and maybe even for her own. But Sasha and Neech taking her to one for a date??

First off, this is her first relationship. Being far too used to casual flings or situationships, those didn't necessarily call for dates at fancy places.. so this is kinda huge for Miri. But its with them and she knows there's nothing for her to be nervous about when it comes to them, I think she's more so worried about sticking out like a sore thumb. She worries about what to wear, how to Look, certainly she shouldn't stick to those animal print or colorful mini dresses she loves-- she doesn't want to look like the girl they picked off a dating app, Mirage wants to look like their girlfriend because that's what she is.

💥 First Fight/Making Up HC (any au)

I'm gonna go with the hunger games au because I love that au so much and miss it 💜

Its not really a fight, Sasha and Neech don't fight. It's more of a disagreement and argument. The first time probably during the process of Sasha mentoring Anetra and her little brother, probably a biting comment Neech would've made to someone in the capitol or for pushing off the career tribute and getting a few kicks in him for messing with her brother in the training center. She wasn't supposed to show off any of her abilities until she was in the arena but she wasn't going to let anyone lay a hand on her brother as long as she was there.

the last one is a little longer so i put it under a cut

🎭 Jealous HC (for fake dating, for all 3, but im kinda curious about if anetra in particular gets jealous 👀)

Sasha's a Leo and it shows. She's a possessive kind of jealous, even if she knows and would never doubt Anetra and Mirage's love for her. That being said, whats hers is hers. She's observant and knows the signs of someone flirting with whats hers. When it comes to Anetra she makes her way to him, wraps a hand around his bicep or kisses his jaw... When its Mirage she'll let the girl have her fun, they know how Miri's always been sociable, that on nights out she practically gets drinks for free.

She loves to dance and her stamina lasts much longer than theirs so its more than okay for her to dance with other people. Sometimes Mirage will purposely try to tick Sasha off to get a certain reaction from her, she knows Sasha doesn't like when hands linger a little too long and a bit too inappropriately.

Jealous Mirage is petty.. bratty.. sometimes she can be a bit toxic. Before Sasha and Neech were a couple, she absolutely loved being his girl and that isn't to say she ever really stopped being his girl rgkiubeguib But anyway, its normal to get jealous when your besties hang out with their other friends/dont spend as much time with you.

When she does become their third, like Sasha, I think Mirage could also get territorial with him when it comes to other people flirting with him. Whether its another woman or a man, doesn't matter. I don't think he realizes at first if/when he's being hit on but Miri would spot it and she hangs off his neck, smirking when his arm wraps around her waist. Thats her and Sasha's boy.

When it comes to her being jealous over Sasha.. I think Sasha would raise a brow if Miri were to get petty/bratty about it, she doesn't really seem like the type to put up with shit. If there's something wrong she should use her words but Miri doesn't use her words lmaooo, and then it toes that dangerous line of spiraling further and Mirage then feeling childish..

Jealous Anetra... I think its not as common for him to be unlike his girlfriends. That being said, when it does happen, it stems from the insecurity of not feeling enough which then could toe that dangerous line of his fear of abandonment from the two people he loves the most/the only people he really has..

#answered #writing meme #sashmiranetra #sashnetra #this is so long erougbeuirfbef #fake dating au #hg au

[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.

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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?”

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

[peachymilkandcream]

Au where Evelyn was born above ground and now she is one of Captain Levi's cadets please 🙏

Levi x Evelyn AU -> Captain's Orders

(A/N: Ooh I love a good power imbalance here, probably why I adore William x Reader so much. Power and reputation getting poor Evelyn and Reader to get what their men want is so gooood! Also we all know these end with Evelyn knocked up because we stan a good breeding kink)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, manipulation, mind breaking, violence, mine breaking, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, yandere themes, yandere behaviour, misogyny, etc.

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Levi rubbed at his temples, Erwin was getting on his ass about some riffraff pickpocket that the MPs couldn't be bothered to deal with. Erwin had said it reminded him of the good old days when he was sent to pick up Levi in the Underground and bring him into the Scouts, a taste of his own medicine. Why Erwin wanted another street thug under the banner of the Wings of Freedom was beyond him, but a stubborn one to break into discipline always excited the Captain.

Or at least he was excited until he was actually in the heat of the chase, now he knew why Erwin had such a stick up his ass after hauling in Levi and his friends, this was an ungodly amount of work. The little brat kept running, zig-zagging and slipping just out of his line of sight, the prick had it coming to him.

He slammed into the criminal, sending him to the ground. However as he turned the kid over Levi was hit the realization of what exactly this person was.

"Nice weather we're having isn't it ma'am." He couldn't help but smirk, the pathetic attempt at chest binding just looked unnatural and gave her masculine disguise away.

"What do you want with me? You're one of those Scouts, you guys think you're above everyone."

Levi rolls his eyes. "Of course you would think that, you're nothing more than a criminal." He hauls her to her feet, binding her hands. "Do you have a name?"

She smirks. "Well by first impressions I must seem like a cold and self-righteous asshole, so you can call me Captain Levi."

He rolled his eyes again. "Real mature. Now come on."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Our Commander has offered you a redemption for your thieving ways, becoming one of those Scouts and thinking you're better than everyone."

"And why the hell would I agree to that?"

"Because if not you'll get a nice vacation with the MPs, how well do you calculate you'll last there, especially as a pretty woman like yourself?"

She bites her lip in indignation. "You asshole."

"I'll take that as a yes."

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If he wasn't so prideful Levi would apologize to Erwin for all the shit he caused him in past, arrogant criminals did not make good soldiers. But unlike Erwin he was more determined to break whoever crossed his path. Those who did stand up to him usually did so on dares or because they had issues with authority, boys without fathers, girls who bought into the idea that women didn't need to listen to men. All of them were broken or dropped out, she would be no different.

It all started the same, more chores, food deprivation, beatings. Normally he regulated himself and didn't let things get too carried away but he wasn't trying to fuck the other Scouts. Evelyn, he found out her name was, had no family, no one to question him or take matters into their own hands. Those other girls were pretty enough but they usually had someone who would pry their way into his very traditional view of marriage. He reasoned if he was hard enough on her she would submit to him, more than anyone had before, becoming his little cum slut of a wife one day. That made it all worth it.

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Something was up with Levi, according to everyone else Evelyn talked to he was never this rough on anyone else, and how he kept ordering her to his office late at night. All of his demands when it was just them went from Captain and soldier to degrading and borderline sexual requests.

Evelyn wasn't always the brightest, relying on speed instead of thought to pickpocket from people for so long, which is why she only thought it slightly odd when one of her punishments was him bending her over and spanking her. Only later did she discover that this was very abnormal behaviour, but surely there was a reason.

All she could do was take his wrath as best she could, there was no way to fight back. And eventually she got so sore from all his punishments she even started talking back less and less, she wanted them to end. It was getting more and more frustrating as it went on, she was losing sleep, friends, time to herself. It seemed like their rough start made it so she would never been in his good graces. Finally she had enough and asked him outright how to win his favour.

"I'm sick of this Captain, what can I do to stop being punished so much? I've held my tongue and stopped talking back, I've done everything you asked. What can I do?"

Levi smirked at this, waiting for this day for a long time. Even when she seemed disgusted and repulsed at his suggestions she still submitted regardless.

It continued this way for a long time, sexual favours in exchange for special treatment. It wasn't so bad, one day he promised it wouldn't be like this anymore, he would take care of her. They would be happy together, and when he did choose to make her feel good those thoughts didn't seem so bad.

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It all came crashing down when she found out she was pregnant with Levi's child, no matter how much she begged for him to allow some kind of contraception he always found some excuse. Now she was bound to this man, at his mercy indefinitely.

She swiftly was discharged and wedded to the beloved Captain to avoid scandal. And she had to admit, this life was better than that of trying to survive off scraps and wondering where her next meal would come from. At least now she had everything she needed, at the low price of satisfying this stranger now her husband. What more could she ask for in life?

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

[whatsnewalycat]

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 8: Take This Longing

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: angst, swearing, smoking, alcohol use, pining, existential crisis, mental health spiral, attempts at jokes, sexual tension, movie nerd shit, cheating, public bathroom sex, unprotected PIV sex, oral sex, fluff, spilling your guts and getting ~vulnerable~

Series Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it's 1998 and you're starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Chapter Summary: Our heroes go on a (semi-official) date and allow themselves to get a little closer.

Notes: Chapter title from "Take This Longing" by Leonard Cohen, the horniest musician ever. Lets do it in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant y'all - comments/ likes/ reblogs are appreciated greatly. Thank you for reading!!! Spotify playlist for this chapter. Cross-posted to AO3 here (UN: glitter_diety). Update weekly on Sundays.

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151 Fir St N, Laredo, TX June 17, 1998

There’s a palpable nervous energy about you from the second you wake up. You rifle through your closet several times, trying to pick out an outfit that says “ not sure if we’re just really good friends or if I’m about to have a lover ,” and settle on high-waisted jean shorts and a black t-shirt tied up at the front to show just a liiiittle bit of your soft belly.

The clock ticks by at an excruciatingly slow pace, causing you to actually do housework to pass the time. You call Claudia to chat, since that usually eats up an hour at least. You tell her that you have plans to go see a movie with Javi today, but don’t disclose the flirtatious manner in which the two of you have been communicating. She comments, “Wow, you’re spending a lot of time with him.”

Your whole face flushes as you stutter out something akin to a lie, “Y -yeah, we’re becoming really good friends .” Which… feels fucking terrible, honestly. You know she knows you’re lying, because she can see right through you always, but you’re not ready for that conversation yet. You’re barely ready to have that conversation with Javi.

With your remaining time, you wait out on your front step, fidgeting and chain smoking until his truck rumbles into the driveway. There’s so much you know the two of you need to discuss. Like how the line you’ve been walking between friendship and romantic interest have been blurred. Like how the moment he put his hands on your waist, sending an electric shock across your body, you haven’t been able to think of anything else.

Like what the fuck am I doing I’m getting married in September.

But you can’t help it, his touch has you enraptured. On Saturday night, while you and Dan were having sex, you imagined it was Javier. It was the first time in years you’ve orgasmed with Dan. You could barely look at Javi the next morning at church without your entire face turning red.

Javier honks the horn as if you can’t see him. You stomp out your cigarette and walk over to the passenger’s side door.

“Hey,” you greet as you hop into the dusty seat and buckle your seatbelt.

“Hi there,” he responds, looking you up and down, eyes lingering on your body long enough to make your heart start pounding, “You look stunning, as always.”

“One of these times I’m going to actually remember not to wear black in here,” you chuckle nervously, ignoring the compliment rattling around the butterflies in your chest.

“Do you even own clothes that aren’t black?” he puts the truck into reverse and pulls out of the driveway.

“Believe it or not, I do,” you sigh, smiling over at him, “Smartass.”

“Pardon me?” he grins from ear to ear, fingers pressed against his lips. You roll your eyes at him and put your feet up on the dash.

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Thankfully, you and Javi don’t run into anyone you know at the theater.

Not that I have anything to hide.

You’ve both been avoiding the elephant in the room and keeping your hands to yourself, keeping things cordial and friendly. It briefly makes you wonder if what happened at the beach was an anomaly, and perhaps you and Javier can have a functional friendship without sexual tension sometime down the line. Weirdly enough, thought makes your chest ache. Like you know you would be missing something meaningful.

Sure, meaningful. Meaningful and absolutely gut-wrenchingly terrifying.

Javier opens the door for you to enter Nico’s, which is a quaint Mexican restaurant in a nearby town. The hostess seats you at a small table in a sparsely populated courtyard. The sun is going down, making way for patio lights to illuminate the table.

Both of you order margaritas the size of your head. Not surprisingly, this kind of drink is not Javi’s go-to, but you’re able to convince him to try one with you. And soon you’re feeling fluid .

“Did you like the movie?” you ask while shoving a tortilla chip in your mouth.

He finishes swallowing a mouthful of margarita before answering, “I did. It was interesting. Eerie, though, you know. What about you, what did you think?”

Honestly, The Truman Show put you in a tailspin. You find yourself identifying with the main character, Truman, in thinking that… things in your life haven’t been sitting well with you. You both feel as if you’ve been volleyed down a path you don’t want. And that freaks you out quite a bit.

“It resonated a lot with me,” you prop your chin on your hand, look down at your margarita, and absentmindedly stir it around. You're tipsy enough that you start processing your introspection outloud, “I think… I think that, for my whole life, I’ve been going along with what everybody else wants me to do. You know that I didn’t even want to move to Texas? To go to UTSA? My dad wanted me to do it. He thought that if I came down here I could concentrate better and not drop out like I did at U of M when I was 19,” a bitter laugh leaves your mouth, “Fuck, I don’t even know if I ever actually decided on my own that wanted to be a teacher. It’s something other people told me I would be good at, so I made it my purpose. Trusting other peoples opinions of me more than I trust myself. I love kids and I loved teaching, don’t get me wrong, but is that what I would have chosen without other peoples input?” you take a sip of your margarita and hold up your finger indicating but wait, there’s more , “Just like Truman, I’ve been making these choices other people have laid out for me, like it’s what I want to do, but it’s not and I’m fucking miserable.”

As if the liquor has destroyed your ability to stop thinking out loud, slashing yourself open, spilling your guts all across this table; you continue with a shaky breath as your vision gets blurred from tears, “And I’ve realized that… the only thing I’ve done for me … is spend time with you. I like you. And being around you makes me feel like I’m choosing what I want to do, for once. Which is… terrifying.”

His face softens and his eyebrows draw together. The dam of tears breaks, spilling over onto your cheeks. In public crying. Again.

Why why why why

“Sorry I’m-“ you sniffle and shove your chair out behind you, then get to your wobbly feet, “I’m so sorry.”

You keep your head down while you locate the bathroom, pull open the door, then lock it behind you once it closes. Sobs rack your body as you lean against the closed door.

Why did I let that leave my mouth? I can’t do this. I can’t show myself to him.

There’s a knock on the door. You gather yourself enough to croak out, “occupied.”

“Hey it’s me, open up,” Javi says from the other side.

I think I’ve done that too much already.

A heavy sigh escapes your chest before you turn around and flip the lock open. He barges in and locks the door behind him. You step back and whimper, “What are you doing?”

He closes the distance between you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, and searches your face. His eyes are warm and intense, and so… utterly sad. His thumb strokes away a tear and he tells you in a hushed tone, “I’ve made a lot of decisions,” he clears his throat, breaks eye contact, and leans so close you can feel his breath on your face, “My decisions… have a body count… in the dozens. I- I’m reckless with other people for my own selfish reasons. I’ve been trying to reconcile who I am with the decisions I’ve made and I am so… lost. I don’t know who I am,” he swallows hard and returns his eyes to yours, taking your breath away, “But I know that I like who I am the most when I’m with you.”

Javier wraps his arms around you as he pulls you into an embrace. Your ear presses against him as you hug him back; you listen to his heart thumping while breathing in the bouquet of smells, so uniquely him, that was tattooed on your brain all those years ago. He buries his face in your hair and takes a deep breath, making you wonder if he's reveling in your scent, too.

It just feels so goddamn good to touch him. His palms slide up your back, sending shivers down your spine. Javi’s heartbeat quickens when he feels you squirm. You pull back so you can link your shaky hands behind his neck and arch your back towards him. When you finally get the courage to look up at him, your chest tightens and knees feel weak. His eyes are boring down into you, lips parted, ragged breath. He leans closer until his nose touches yours, lips hovering just an inch away.

“Javi,” you whisper, and he inhales his name from your lips. One of your hands trail up to the side of his face, where you stroke his cheek gently. He leans into your palm. Those puppy dog eyes.

You’re so unbelievably fucked .

As if you both were pushed past your breaking point at the exact moment, you lean towards one another and press your lips together. And it’s everything . The sweetness of the margarita and the smoky cigarette taste meld together into a flavor you find delectable. Truth be told, he could probably taste like rancid meat and you’d find it to be the sweetest nectar you ever drank. He pulls back to examine your face, to make sure, is this ok?

You let out a small huff at the loss, biting your lip and nodding, more . Your hands creep hesitantly from his neck into his hair as you pull him in closer, lips reuniting in a plea to keep going. Your tongue sweeps against his, sending a deep ripple of excitement down your center, causing you to moan.

The noise triggers something primal in him; he drives you backwards until your back hits the cool tile wall and he can press against you. While one hand supports your neck as he kisses you like the fucking world is ending, the other slips up the back of your shirt. It oscillates between lightly caressing the soft skin, and digging his fingers in to pull you towards him harder. You're sensitive with desire, every touch making you shudder and gasp. His mouth departs from yours and trails down your neck, licking, kissing, sucking indiscriminately, leaving a wet trail in its wake. You gasp with each new placement.

“Oh- oh my- fuck Javi- “ you groan as he tortures you, suckling the pulse in your neck.

He brings his mouth to your ear and murmurs, “Fuck, I love hearing you say my name, baby.”

The somersault your heart does when he calls you baby leaves you dazed.

You grab the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him back to your lips for a kiss, then grind your hips against his. He groans into your mouth, pulls your shirt up over your breasts, then rolls the hard buds between his fingers. He presses his forehead against yours, stealing quick kisses from your lips while asking, “Tell me- do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

His head pulls back so he can study your face. He is a disaster . Wild black eyes, lips puffy with your lipstick smeared around them, hair sticking up every which way.

A fucking beautiful disaster.

Your chest heaving, you trail your fingernails through his messy hair again, petting him like a good boy. You bring your lips to his ear, heart pounding as you confess, “When I touch myself… when I fuck him … wh-when I close my goddamn eyes- its always you I’m thinking about, Javi.”

Inhaling sharply, he crashes his lips against yours, barely allowing you to breathe between desperate kisses, setting your skin on fire.

He ushers you over to the counter next to the sink; you scramble up onto it as he brings his mouth to one of your tits, tongue flicking your nipple relentlessly. You groan and push his face into you harder until he stuffs as much as he can in his mouth and sucks, tongue massaging the hardened bud, fueling the fire in your core. You whisper praises to him, “That’s perfect, baby, that’s so fucking good, fuck yes-“

A moan rings out into your tit, then he pops it out of his mouth as his hands move down to your shorts; where he unzips them and pulls them down in a frenzy.

“You’re not wearing a bra or underwear?” He looks up at you when he’s met with your vulva instead of panties.

“I- um… no,” you stutter through your panting, not ready for the pop quiz.

“Do you do this often?” he questions, sliding his hands up your thighs, wet kisses trailing behind them.

You nod down to him, moaning as his hands meet on either side of your cunt and he digs his fingers into your skin.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he rasps before peeling your ass off the counter and bending you over it. He sinks to his knees behind you, then groans, “you’re so wet for me holy shit, ” then you feel his thumb roll against your entrance, rubbing the digit around in your slick. The moan that escapes you is not discrete. In fact, it’s downright fucking feral.

Cooing with admiration, Javi parts your swollen lips with his fingers and sliding up your slit, exploring all of the ridges and valleys, until he hits your knot of pleasure, where he stops wandering and lays down roots, caressing you gently. You relax into it, letting him take care of you as the circular motion radiates through your entire being. As your heart rate picks up, the pleasure builds, and your hungry cunt cries for more. You whine and huff, then start grinding down onto his hand. It’s not until now you flutter your eyes open and notice he’s sitting up just enough so he can see your face, contorted with lust in the mirror. When your eyes meet, you feel an intense connection that holds space and time. The intimacy between you feels so understated in a place as anonymous as a public restroom.

His face disappears behind the globes of your ass, then you feel his tongue teasing your entrance and you gasp. He dips it inside of you, making you practically collapse and choke out, “Holy fuck, Javi- oh that’s so good , baby”

He starts fucking you with his tongue while continuing to stroke you so gently and tediously and perfectly , every thought leaves your brain. You are only existing in this moment to revel in the pleasure he’s making you feel. Arching your back, you tilt your pussy towards him and reach back to pull yourself apart more. This apparently pleases him, because he starts moaning into your pussy, and his fingers work your clit faster. You can’t even control the noises coming out of you, they’re only instinct, rolling off your lips as ecstasy mounts. It’s fucking perfect. But it would be more perfect if- “fuck me, p-please, I need you,” you beg quietly.

Wasting no time, he jumps to his feet to undo his belt buckle and jeans. His cock bobs up out of its constraints and you’re ecstatic.

We meet again, old friend.

He sees you biting your lip and looking at his hard cock through the mirror, then it twitches enthusiastically. His hips lean against you and he asks, “Are you on birth control?”

You nod in the affirmative.

“Are- are you sure you want to do this?” he whispers through his panting.

“So fucking bad, Javi. I want you, please ,” you whimper, pushing back against him.

Your neediness pulls a groan from his lips as he brings his head to your entrance, then pushes his length into you. His eyes are on yours through the mirror, face snarling with pleasure. You swear to fucking god you see stars as he drags it out, then back in until it disappears, splitting you open and eliciting a moan through gritted teeth. He continues like this... leisurely, measured thrusts, like he has all night. Like there aren’t people probably outside the door waiting to use this bathroom. Like he doesn’t give a fuck if anyone hears the two of you panting and sputtering.

You push back onto him, trying to set a faster pace, but he grabs your waist doesn’t let you. It’s excruciating. You’re a fucking mess, whimpering and pleading as he takes his time with your pussy.

“Baby-,” you pout, trying to push back onto him faster again. He grins at you, pulls out of you and sets your ass back on the counter so you’re face-to-face.

“You’re so impatient, cariño,” he pants against your mouth, then kisses you passionately as he slides back into you. Your heart skips a beat. He teases you with two slow thrusts, making you whine, before picking up the pace. It's incomparable, the way he fills you, like his cock was moulded just for you. He's driving into you at a tempo that engulfs your body in pure bliss .

Your heart races and you grab onto his shirt, babbling into his neck, “Javi- you fuck me so good- holy fuck- Javi - you’re going to make me cum-“

He moans out your name and it sounds so sweet on his lips you can barely hold it together. You buck against him frantically, chasing the fire building inside you, until it overtakes you, flooding your body with ecstasy as you spasm around his cock. He shudders and thrusts into you wildly for another moment until he whimpers, lips parted in an o, finding his release inside you.

Neither of you move for at least a minute, catching your breath. He places delicate kisses across your smiling face and whispers, “ fuck- you’re so pretty.”

The smile spreads even wider and you draw his lips to yours. He pulls out of you and steps back to pull up his pants and buckle his belt. You shift to move but he places his hand on your belly, stilling you, “Hang on,” he pulls some paper towels out of a dispenser and cleans you up before helping you down.

What a gentleman.

Once you both get your shit together (the best you can, given the circumstances), you emerge from the bathroom timidly. You’re not sure what to expect, but you’re still surprised to see one woman standing outside waiting patiently. You come out first, and she starts towards the door, which is when Javier emerges. She curls her lip and huffs past him into the bathroom that the two of you had just defiled.

Back at the table, food arrived, what appears to be… some time ago. The waitress is talking to a manager when she spots you returning and waves him away. She approaches and puts on a friendly smile to let Javier know she wasn’t sure if you two were returning or not, but offers to warm up the food. You both agree that it’s not necessary.

Once she leaves, the two of you eat the cold (but fucking delicious) food quietly, looking up at each other and grinning every so often. You’re certain the woman you ran into outside of the bathroom told management about what she had seen, because the staff has a completely different demeanor towards your party of two for the remainder of the meal.

“Waitresses keep looking at us funny,” you comment.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to come back here for a while,” he chuckles, wiping his mouth with a napkin and then throwing it on his empty plate.

You shrug and smile up at him, “worth it.”

You’re able to avoid talking about the implications and consequences of what happened in the bathroom until about one second after both the truck doors slam shut. He barely has a chance to turn the engine over before you ask, fidgeting and bouncing your foot, “So, what is it… that we’re doing? Was that a one time thing?”

“Is that what you want it to be?” he glances over at you, eyebrows furrowed and jaw set.

No. It’s not what I want.

“I- I don’t know. Is that what you want it to be?” you gulp.

He lights two cigarettes at the same time, then hands one to you. His fingers tap on the steering wheel as he sighs, then rolls his head on his shoulders to meet your eyes, “No, but I’m not the one with a fiancé.”

Your stomach churns, hands tingle, and you start biting your cheek nervously. Your eyebrows draw together and you meet his hard stare. Voice quivering, you breathe, “I don’t know what I want.”

This is a lie. You know you want Javier. But you can’t leave Dan without a dollar to your name and free fall into a relationship with someone who has a track record of completely disappearing… and that’s assuming he would want a relationship with you.

He puts the truck in reverse and brings you home. During the drive, the air is thick with words neither of you are speaking. You’re so lost in a haze of what ifs and potential catastrophes you’re tiptoeing around, you don’t even realize when the truck pulls into your driveway until you hear Javi say your name softly. It makes you jump.

“Hey,” he grabs your hand and pulls it to his mouth, laying a tender kiss on your wrist. You turn towards him and rub your thumb against his face. He makes a noise that’s almost like purring, then pulls you across the bench seat to kiss your lips. It says everything the two of you don’t have the courage to say.

I want you. I don’t know how, exactly, but I want you.

You part your mouth and run your tongue along his bottom lip until he opens up and lets you in, greeting your tongue with his own. He deepens the kiss, burying his hand in your hair and pulling you closer. You rearrange so you’re straddling him, back against the steering wheel, chest against his. The two of you lose yourself there, kissing, licking, petting, just savoring what it feels like to finally be submerged in the other.

When you surface from the depths of him to take a breath, sweating and panting, he lays butterfly kisses on your neck, not able to keep his hands or lips off of you.

“I should go in before my neighbors see us,” you giggle. He nuzzles into your neck further and wraps his arms around you, as if you restrain you from leaving. His mustache tickles your neck and you can’t help but burst out laughing.

He leans back with a smile, holding his hands steady around your waist, “When can I see you again?”

You and Javier make plans to go on a walk tomorrow afternoon. You’re barely able to pull yourself away from him, but the paranoia of being caught outweighs the comfort of being in his arms.

To give yourself credit, you make it all the way inside the house and close the door before you spiral into a panic attack. Chest heaving, head spinning, crumpled up on the floor next to your shoe rack. You feel like you’ve been shot full of adrenaline and can’t stop crying.

This is what you wanted, right?

Yes, but you didn’t think you could actually do it. And you did it. And it was fucking wonderful. Everything is so easy and good with Javi.

But now what?

Your heart is begging you to take a leap of faith. However, you don’t think he’s looking for the kind of commitment you are. What if you burn down your relationship with Dan, then Javi gets cold feet? Then you’re stuck in Texas with no money, no home, no people. How would you even get home to Minnesota? Then, if you were able to get there, the only person who would take you in is Claudia. She doesn’t have room for you. Sure, she would still let you stay, but it would be a burden on a family that is already cramped for space and strapped for cash.

And if you see Javier secretly, you run the same risks. What if Dan doesn’t find out? What if he does?

Would it be worth it?

Thinking about how you feel so alive and free to be yourself around Javi… how he feels so right… your chest aches at the prospect of letting him go. But the terror that clenches around your gut at the thought of letting him any closer screams louder. You pull yourself off the floor, crawl into bed, and cry yourself to sleep.

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72 - Always and Forever

Her Life Means Everything

Thank you all for reading this story 🙏 ❤️ This is the final chapter of Klaus and Maddie

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Nikola was upstairs putting her little Henry to sleep since we had finally made the trip home. It was a long drive but it was worth it. Walking down the main stairs I could see the sadness in my eldest daughter. Of how much she was missing the man that she loved. Entering the main office I saw my sister jump up to her feet running to embrace me in a hug. “Oh Mads. I was so worried that something would happen to you all. How are the girls?”

“Back to their normal selves, Care. Oh and we have a vampire from Nik’s past laying on our bedroom floor since I snapped her neck.” I shrugged my shoulders simply smiling at my twin.

She moved her hands down to my forearms, scanning my eyes confused at what I was saying. “Maddie, I know that look in your eyes. What are you thinking of doing this time?”

“We need to find a way to bring Landon Kirby back. Because I can see the broken heart in my daughter and I hate it - what the hell!” Whipping my head around we heard a werewolf roar through the school where we vamped into the main living room in front of the fireplace.

Hope and Nikola were standing in front of the wolf pack where one werewolf was ready to attack them with a red stake in their hand. “Get away from us, Tribrids. You are monsters and won’t change unless someone ends it!”

“No!” Klaus vamped forward about to snap the werewolf’s neck but a streak of red hair vamped in front of the red stake before the wolf stabbed the weapon into the figure’s chest.

Covering my mouth with my hands I released some tears with Hope and Nikola getting to their feet seeing exactly what I was seeing. “Aurora…” The red headed vampire gasped stumbling backwards staring down at the red stake sticking inside of her chest.

“I’ve got her.” Klaus caught her body biting into his wrist trying to heal her.

Snagging his wrist I stopped him before he could making him send me a confused look. “We need to trade her for Landon. She can take his place once we figure out how to get to the afterlife without dying ourselves. We just need a certain witch..”

“Who?” Hope asked, looking at me then to the Saltzman twins standing beside their father.

Caroline and I both locked gazes where she picked up her phone pressing it to her ear. Turning my head around the doors I heard the werewolves all leave the room on Alaric’s request giving us time alone. The doors slowly opened bringing a smile to my face seeing black curly hair getting thrown in the wind until she shut the door smiling at our group. “Did someone call for a Mystic Falls witch?”

“Bennett witch long time no see.” Klaus grinned tugging me into his side, draping his arm over my shoulder.

She stepped down the stairs where Caroline and I rushed forward engulfing her in a long awaited best friend's hug. She wrapped her arms around each of us laughing along with us. “I have missed you guys so much. And I have missed this little home of ours.”

“I’ve missed you too, Bonnie.” I grinned holding her hand in mine while my sister was holding her other hand. “I am sorry though that I am asking for you to put your life on the line for someone you don't know. I know you would rather be traveling the world like Enzo told you too."

She pulled me in for an individual hug where I squeezed her a little tighter. "Hey don't apologize, Mads. I told you before I went traveling that I would always come if you ever called for my help."

"Well thank you, Bon." I broke the hug staring down at Aurora's body where she was gasping. The stake had grazed her heart enough where it was going to kill her slowly. So we had to move fast if we were going to connect to the limbo and make the trade.

Bonnie had went into the library coming back with her families books of spells sitting on the floor drawing a white circle around all of us. She had instructed the twins to bring the red oak stake that was pulled out of Aurora before all of us were standing around the circle waiting for what to do next. "Alright so Lizzie, Josie, Hope and Nikola we are going to channel the combined magic of each other. But I will be the one who has to travel to limbo since I have been dead already a few times." The four nodded understanding where she turned to face the three immortal vampires. "Caroline you and Klaus are only allowed in the circle to pull us out if something starts to go wrong."

"Wait, you said us. Who's us?" I raised my hand not understanding what she meant.

The Bennett witch takes my hands in hers locking eyes with me. "I need you to come with me to Limbo. Since Aurora is on the verge of death I need someone to make the jump with me. That can respond fast if something goes wrong and we need to get out. I can’t ask the girls to do it because they all need to focus their strength on the connection spell.”

"Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo Carcerema. Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo…" The four witches intertwined hands muttering softly when I grasped Bonnie's hand in mine and we both put a hand on a dying Aurora who squeezed my shoulder. "...Carcerema. Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo Carcerema."

The next time I opened my eyes I saw a boat doc with a far out ocean in front of us. Glancing over my shoulder the land behind us was almost black whereas the direction of the boat was bright and hopeful meaning that was the way to peace. “Maddie Mikaelson, what are you doing here? And who are these two?” I smiled recognizing the voice of my son in law.

“Landon, we have come to bring you home.” Rushing forward I gently hugged him. He hugged me back for a brief moment where I was confused at what he was saying.

“I can’t go back, Maddie. I took the job of the ferrymen so now that I am sending people off to peace forever. I am sorry but it is the right thing to do.”

Knitting my brows together Bonnie glanced at me when I released some tears not wanting to return home without him. “Landon, you have to try and come back. For your family, for Niklola and your son. Or do you not love them anymore?”

“I do love them but I have signed up for this. The only way I can leave is if someone else becomes the ferryman. Who is worthy enough of a trade for me to return to the land of the living. So unless you can show me someone like that then I have to remain here.” He explained throwing his hands up away from his sides.

Running my fingers through my hair I sighed heavily tapping my foot on the wooden dock. “Crap…what do we do now?”

“Let me talk with the boy, Maddison.” Aurora croaked out, stumbling to stand on her own two feet. Vamping beside her I gently held onto her arm so she could steady herself. “Landon is it, I don’t have much longer to live. But I will take this burden from you….I cannot be with my brother Tristan. And I will never be reunited with him…yet you speak of helping others find their way back to their loved ones. I couldn’t let someone destroy the Mikaelson’s bloodline. Which is why I took the stake because I still love the family even though I also hated them at some points. So let me take the place…let me do more than I did with my immortal life.”

Bonnie lifted her head up getting a little dizzy when she stared at the three of us. “Guys I hate to say this but the spell isn’t going to stay for much longer. If we are doing something we need to do it now.”

“If she is willing to sacrifice herself for an entire family then she can take the job. Just know that you will feel weird after paying a price to return someone back to the land of the living. But I won’t take your trade for granted Aurora.” Landon responded by opening his hand creating a large staff holding it out for her to take.

The red head shared a smile at me one more time wrapping her hand around the blade. “Maddison, tell Nik that I will always love him.” Once her hand touched the blade there was a bright blue clow where I shut my eyes seeing that it disappeared. She lifted her hand returning the three of us back to the living realm.

“Landon!” Nikola cried stepping inside the circle flinging herself. He stumbled backwards wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. She started sobbing into his shoulder and he was crying too.

Someone vamped forward picking me up and twirling me around in a circle finally sitting me down on the wooden floor making me giggle happily. “Oh Mads…I was getting worried about you.” Klaus kissed my forehead before I wrapped my arms around his neck breathing in his scent until Caroline walked up to us.

“Now that everyone is back I have been planning a ceremony since Alaric has named me the new headmistress. But I think these two need to finally get married for real don’t you.” She suggested grinning ear to ear seeing that the pair had broken apart from each other yet they never removed their arms from each other.

Hope stepped up pointing towards someone coming down the stairs. “Everybody you need to see this, it's Henry.”

“Oh my god…he’s…he’s walking.” Nikola started crying again watching our grandson stumbling down the staircase attempting to come to his mother and father.

She picked him up in her arms with Landon running his fingers through his short hair. The tiny baby grabbed some of his curly hair before I tugged my husband upstairs knowing that we were going to rush to the whole we’d ceremony. The two young teenagers had been through enough so we knew they would just want to be married already. Standing in front of the mirror I brushed my hands over the light red dress with my hair curled. “I don’t think I am prepared for this, Mads. Walking our little girl down the aisle.”

“Oh Nik, she will always be our little girl forever. Besides if you think about it, Landon is the one who will be joining our family. We won’t lose our girl. She is forever a Mikaelson.” I chuckled, resting my hands on his chest eyeing him up and down. He was wearing a black tux with a white tie. The same exact outfit that he wore the night of the Mikaelson’s ball which seems so long ago.

He sniffs leaning forward pressing his lips down onto mine slowly. Wrapping my arms around his neck I smiled into the kiss depending it when I gripped his shoulders. “I love you, Maddie Forbes . You’re life has given me everything I never thought I could have when I was turned into a vampire.”

“I love you too, Klaus Mikaelson. You have been everything I wanted. And now nothing will separate the Mikaelson and Forbes families. Always and forever isn’t just a family vow anymore.” I declared intertwining my hand with his letting him lead me down the staircase. My sister had quickly decorated the main hall in front of the fireplace where I saw that the Saltzman twins and their other friends were standing on either side.

Marcel, Rebekah, Hayley, Elijah, Freya and her girlfriend had also come with Kol and Daviana. Klaus and I stopped to stand before I broke away from him knowing that he needed to walk Nikola down the isle. Walking down the line I stand beside Hope where she was holding her little nephew in her arms. Everyone turned their heads seeing a white train dress coming down the staircase. Her dress was short in the front and long in the back. Decorated with lace and her hair was curled and a flower crown was sitting on her head. “Awe dad, I can’t handle you crying or I will cry.” She spoke up looping her arm with her fathers.

“I am sorry, little wolf. But I am your father and you are my daughter. Just remember that I love you forever.” He mumbled, squeezing her hand while they walked down.

Caroline walked up being the one to perform the ceremony where I spared a glance at Landon. He was wearing a suit jacket and a nice shirt he got from one of their friends since he didn’t own a suit. And he had a huge grin on his face. “We are gathered here today to join the union of Nikola Mikaelson and Landon Kirby. Now I have a gut feeling that you two have your own vows. So Nikola you can go first then Landon after her.”

“Landon, I love you. There is no one else I would want to be by my side and be the father of my child. I am always worried about finding love while worrying about the destiny that I was given. But there is no uncertainty when you are by my side.” She declares holding his hands in hers.

“Nikola Mikaelson, I love you too. I wasn’t sure where I belonged. I haven’t really had a home until I met you. As long as I am with you I know where I belong and it is with you and Henry.” He grinned brightly down to her.

Caroline held out the rings in her hands watching them slip the rings on one another. “By the power vested in me by the state of Mystic Falls, Virginia. I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Nikola and Landon kissed making everyone start cheering before I heard my husband whisper in my ear causing me to spin around in his comfortable hold draping my arms around his neck. “So now that they are married what do you say we do next in our immortal lives. Would you say Paris, Rome or perhaps France again?”

“It doesn’t matter what we do or where we go, Klaus. I have everything I want. You are my life and I love you, forever.” I vowed kissing him deeply and running my fingers through his blonde hair.

He grinned down into the kiss tugging me against his chest kissing me deeply. “You are my life too, Mads. Always and forever.”

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A group of nurses and I were on two small planes with medical gear and supplies for the U.S. Marines stationed in Okinawa. When we got off the planes, the men were happy to see something other than their fellow Marines.

The men catcalled and gawked at us as we walked to our nurses station. Men in uniform were always a turn on. I wasn’t going to lie a lot of them looked really good. Some of the nurses liked the attention while others kept their cool. I wasn’t sure how to take it. Friends warned me to be careful before jumping on the opportunity to help. We got to our tent where we began setting up. I help set up check in tables while others set up check up stations with white curtains.

We were able to get through a quarter of the Marines when we were able to take a break. Some of the nurses went down to the beach while me and nurse Anne picked up some food from the mess tent and found a makeshift bench. We were sitting there talking when she stopped mid-sentence and watched behind me. I ask her “What are you looking at?” She tells me “Coming this way are two handsome Marines.” I spin my head to see what she was talking about. Walking our way was a Marine with brown hair, wearing a light brown shirt and Navy green pants. He was handsome but right behind him was a dark, curly haired Marine who wasn’t wearing a shirt. The second guy, I could see was a little muscular with his dog tags knocking against his bare stomach. As they walk past us, we make eye contact. My breath hitches as he winks. I look away quickly hiding my smile. Once they are out of sight, nurse Anne notices. She asks me “Were you just checking out that Marine?” I tell her in hopes that she buys it, “What? I was not checking out any Marine. Plus, this is our first day here...there are a lot of good looking guys.” She says “But none like that one.” I smirk. She adds “I could tell by the look he gave you that he likes what he sees.” I tell her “We should probably be getting back. Plus...I could bandage the scratches on his ribs.” She says “I knew you were checking him out.” We both laugh as I gave her a light push back to the station.

When all the nurses got back from their breaks, we had to finish up the day of check ups. While we were making sure we had our supplies for the next group, the nurses were talking about the men that came up to them. That’s when Nurse Anne says “(Y/N) might have found herself a Marine to have some fun with.” The other nurses gasped with excitement, they knew I wasn’t here for that reason. One nurse asked “What was his name?” I tell her “He didn’t tell me his name.” She asked “What do you mean he didn’t tell you his name?” I tell her “All he did was walk by.” Anne says “And she was liking what she saw.” I tell them “Okay...maybe a little bit.” The two of them giggled. The nurse turns to Anne, says “We’ll get the name for her. If he shows up let me know.” Anne tells her “She’ll get it before we do.” I roll my eyes with a smile. I walk back to the table where I check them in and send them off to a nurse.

As the men were going through the line, they would say “Why don’t you and I find some place private.” I said “Tempting but no.” When they go behind the curtain, a couple times I heard “Hello gorgeous, I’m ready for my full body check.” A few nurses flirted back. A dark, curly haired Marine appeared in line and in a Louisiana accent, asks “Hey, aren’t you the pretty nurse I saw earlier?” I look up from my list and saw that it was him. I tell him “Maybe. There are a lot of nurses around here.” He says “No, I’m sure I would remember you. How about you and me go back to my tent and you can give me a private check up?” The two nurses next to me, giggle.

“Your name?” I ask. He tells me “Corporal Merriell Shelton, but you can just call me Snafu.” I check him in and say “Corporal Shelton, you’ll go with nurse Beth.” He leans in close and says “Alright but I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.” I stifle a smile. He goes with Beth. I hear “Well...aren’t you the most beautiful nurse I have seen.” I huff.

The nurses were done for the day. We had the rest of the time to ourselves. Some of the nurses went to go find Marines to flirt with. Nurse Beth and I head down to the beach. We sat down in the sand, removed our shoes along with hats. As we look out to the ocean, she tells me “That Corporal had a lot to say about you.” I look down at the sand, begin drawing little circles and ask her “Which one was that?” She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

Beth looks over my shoulder to behind me and says “You know exactly who I’m talking about. He is coming this way.” I look behind to see and I feel myself go a little red. Walking in the sand toward us was Snafu along with a light red haired, Marine. Loudly, Snafu says “Well, look here Sledge, we got two beautiful women waiting on the beach for us.” I ask “Oh, are you talking about us or two other women?” The red haired man, says “Come on, Snafu, they’re not interested.” Snafu tells him, “They are Seldge. They just don’t know it yet.” I say “You know I was just telling Beth here, that we were looking for two Marines to sweep us off our feet.” A small smile spread across Snafu’s face.

Beth asks “I was just about to go for a swim then get a drink. Sledge, was it? Would you care to join me?” I say “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll join you.” Beth says “No, you should stay here. Sledge?” Snafu nudges his ribs. He says as he rubs his ribs, “Uhhhh...yeah, I’ll join you.” Beth says “Great, let’s go.” They walk off toward the water. Snafu sits down next to me and says “Feisty, I like that in a woman.” I say “Really? I thought you went for looks.” He takes off his boots and begins making small talk. I said as minimal as I could. Out of curiosity, I asked “Why do they call you ‘Snafu’?” He tells me “There is no reason. One day the nickname just stuck and now it follows.”

We got up and walked down to the water. He told me about his family in Louisiana and I told him about mine. The two of us began flirting with each other more than earlier. We spent hours talking and hanging out. It’s hard to say but I’m think I was falling for his Southern charm. I ask him “Do you really think Beth is the most beautiful nurse you have ever seen?” He smirks. He says “I only did, cause you turned me down.” I ask him “Are you talking about your offer?” Snafu nods. I tell him “I didn’t exactly deny you, Snafu. I was on duty.” He perks up and asks “So, this means?” I tell him “It’s getting kind of late. I should probably be getting back to my tent.” He says “With the enemy out there...it can be pretty dangerous.”

I look out to the horizon. I say “Claire is staying with Anne tonight in her tent which means I’ll have the tent all to myself. So...if your offer still stands?” His face lights up. We pick up our shoes and my hat then make our way to my tent. We get to my tent and he says “I remember saying my tent.” I ask him “Do you want the private check up or not?” Snafu doesn’t say anything, he just follows me into the tent.

The door closes. He steps to me, places hands on my waist and kisses me. After 15 minutes, I begin breathlessly “So...about...this...check up....” I take one of his hands and lead him to the cot. I place a hand just below his ear then lean in and kiss him. He places a hand on my waist again and lowers me to the cot. With his help, I move to my side as he lays down next to me. While barely breaking the kiss, we spend the night together until the break of light.

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