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writercole · 1 month
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Cat's Out of the Bag
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Summary: Jake has secrets Words: 1500ish Warnings: angsty-ish, twist, found family, Jake Seresin. A/N: I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM THAT I HAVE MUSES FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN CHARLES LECLERC RIGHT NOW. A/N 2: Enjoy this word vomit that took all of 30 minutes to write.
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Jake Seresin sat quietly at the bar, his fingers twirling the short glass of whiskey in front of him. The behavior struck the entire bar as out of character, the blond pilot’s general demeanor being loud, boastful, and needing to be the center of attention.
“What’s wrong with him?” Rooster whispered to Coyote.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Coyote, you’re his best friend. You know more than any of the rest of us will ever hope to know. What is wrong with Hangman?”
Coyote sighed as he looked over at the man seated at the bar. He knew there were things the team didn’t know, things Jake didn’t want them to know. But the pleading stares of their co-workers wore him down. “His wife left.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Rooster stammered.
The only one in the group unfazed by the news of the cocky pilot’s spouse was Bob, something that didn’t shock Coyote at all.
“So you’re telling me,” Phoenix started, setting her beer down, “that not only has Bagman been married this whole time, but now he’s pouting at the bar because she’s gone?”
“He’s never mentioned a wife, though,” Fanboy commented.
“I can’t believe he’d do that to his wife,” Payback scoffed. “No wonder she left.”
“Do what to her?” Coyote questioned, his tone defensive as he squared his shoulders.
“The women, the drinking, you know, his basic weekend,” Payback clarified.
“The women he never left with? The ones he bought a drink for and sent to someone else? The max of two beers he nursed through the night while buying us multiple rounds?” Coyote rebutted, his temper flaring as he stared down the other pilot.
“We never actually saw anything besides talking,” Bob added with a shrug.
“Not only are you telling us that Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin is not the ladies man he pretended to be, but that he’s married.” Fanboy shook his head and swallowed a mouthful of beer as he processed the information.
“I’m honestly surprised no one else picked up on it,” Coyote shrugged, relaxing a little after Bob took his side.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Phoenix asked.
“Not my place to tell. Besides, Jake asked me for discretion.”
“And you, Bob?”
“No one asked me. Besides, I don’t like betraying my friends’ confidence.”
“They knew you know?!” Fanboy stared, slack-jawed at the quiet backseater, mentally running through all of their conversations for any mention of the crucial detail.
“She’s got a killer brownie recipe,” Bob squeaked as his cheeks reddened with the attention focused on him.
“What are we going to do?” Rooster sighed as he watched his rival toss a bill on the counter and leave his unfinished drink.
“I have an idea,” Phoenix smirked.
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Jake sighed as he put away the last plate. Seven o’clock on a Saturday morning and he had worked out for tow hours, cooked and ate breakfast, showered, and cleaned the entire house.
He always had trouble sleeping alone.
His brows furrowed when he heard a knock on the front door. His muscles tensed and he crept forward quietly, shaking his head and relaxing when he saw who was there.
“Hey Jake!” a chorus greeted as he opened the door to his squad.
“Guys, what are you doing here?” Jake questioned, his eyes boring into Coyote’s forehead as his best friend actively avoided his gaze.
“Coyote mentioned what happened a few days ago and Phoenix – oof – we decided to come hang out for the day,” Rooster explained with the help of Phoenix’s elbow.
“Guys, really, it’s fine -”
“We aren’t leaving until after lunch at the earliest,” Phoenix interrupted.
Jake regarded the brunette carefully before stepping aside and allowing his friends into his home. “Shoes,” he barked to the four who weren’t already removing their footwear.
“Nice place you have here Ba- Jake,” Fanboy complimented as he took in the bright spaces.
“Thanks. It’s small but it’s home,” Jake replied. “Living room’s through here.” He led them to a spacious room with vaulted ceilings, built in bookcases framing a large television set.
“Call of Duty?” He asked as he picked up a controller and powered on a gaming console.
Payback was quick to pick up the second controller and settle into an armchair. “Man, we live Call of Duty. You got Madden?”
“Do I have Madden? Who do you think you’re talking to?”
Phoenix and Rooster shared a look of relief at the almost immediate improvement in their friend’s mood.
Several hours and a coffee table covered in snacks later, Jake was yelling instructions at Bob on which buttons to press to run a play that would win the match against Phoenix.
The overlapping voices in the room were so loud that they didn’t hear the door open and shut.
“Jakey, what is all of this?” An amused voice called out over the ruckus.
“Baby, you’re back!” Jake shouted as he vaulted across the room, leaping over bodies like a golden retriever to scoop the woman up in his arms and twirl her around. His lips met hers as her feet dangled off the ground, the pair of them oblivious to the way all noise had stopped.
“Jake, please put me down. I’m getting sick!”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized as he set her feet back on the floor.
“Will someone please explain what’s going on?” Fanboy said.
“Hi, I’m Jake’s wife,” she giggled as Jake wrapped his arms around her from behind. “You must be the rest of his squad. Fanboy, Phoenix, Payback and...Chicken? Right?”
Jake stifled his laughter with her shoulder as Rooster gawked at her. “Rooster, not chicken.”
“I’m so sorry,” she blurted. “I just hadn’t been able to put faces to the names Jake always mentioned.”
“Coyote said you left,” Rooster stated.
“Yeah, I had to go home for a few days for a dress fitting. Jake’s sister is getting married next month.”
“Is everything else okay?” Jake questioned, taking her attention back to him.
“Yeah, your mom sends her love. Gran can’t wait. You know, everyone so excited for everything.”
“Did Leah agree to our idea?”
“Oh my god she’s thrilled, Jake! I wish you could have seen her face! As maid of honor and best man, we’ll do a joint speech at the rehearsal.”
“And the other thing?”
“Of course she and Derek agreed!”
“Hey, uh, there’s five –“ Rooster stopped and looked at Bob who seemed like he would melt into the couch with relief – “okay, four very confused squad mates here need to know what the fuck is going on.”
“Can I? PLEASE JAKE!?” she pleaded as she turned to face her husband. He nodded slightly and she squealed, planting a kiss to his cheek before rushing out of the room.
“Coyote, what did you tell them?” Jake asked as he took in the faces of his friends around the room.
“I said your wife left,” Coyote shrugged.
“That’s ALL he said!” Payback shouted.
“Bob, you didn’t tell them either?”
“BOB KNEW?!”
“Bob is technically family at this point. My sister, Leah, is marrying his brother, Derek,” Jake explained as his wife came back with a small bundle.
She handed Jake a box and unfurled a piece of cloth, grinning as gasps rang out around the room.
“Coming soon...baby Seresin,” Rooster read aloud.
“You’re pregnant!” Phoenix exclaimed, crossing the room to give her congratulations up close.
“So...you’re married, your wife didn’t leave you for good, and she’s having your kid?” Fanboy scrunched his face as he attempted to process the information he’d been given in such a small amount of time.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Jake confirmed with a grin, his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as Phoenix begged for details.
“Jake, baby, why don’t we throw something on the grill for everyone?” she asked as she looked up at him.
“If that’s what you want, absolutely,” he responded with a kiss to her head.
“It would be nice to get to know everyone. Now that all of the cats are out of their respective bags.”
“You’re going to make me socialize outside of work with them, aren’t you?” Jake pouted.
“Well, we already see Bob and Javy all the time. We might as well throw in the rest as well.”
Jake groaned dramatically, smiling when he saw how happy the idea made her. “Fine. Coyote, you’re coming to the store with me. Bob, you keep her off of her feet.”
“I’m not telling her what to do,” Bob balked.
“Don’t worry, baby,” she cooed as she turned his face to her and kissed his lips again. “I will sit down in that chair and not move until it’s time for dinner.”
“Good.”
“Sorry for letting the cat out of the bag, man,” Coyote  apologized, clapping his shoulder.
“Maybe I should have done it sooner,” Jake mused. “It seems to make her happy to have another girl around.”
Jake slipped on his shoes and grabbed his keys, turning back before stepping out of the door. These people may not be blood, but they were his family.
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Unplanned.
Unplanned
Unplanned does not mean unwanted.
"This is not exactly working out how I planned it to."
"What a wonderful, albeit unplanned side effect."
She hated nothing more than having to go into a spontaneous meeting like this, completely unprepared.
"I swear, I did not mean for this to happen."
They hadn't planned it like this, they actually had no plans at all, but in the end they couldn't have wished for a better outcome.
"You don't have to plan every single second of your life. Just relax for once. Let the world happen around you without trying to control it."
The plus sign on the pregnancy test revealed a future ahead of them that they hadn't planned for like this.
"That was your master plan? Really?" "No, my master plan was having no plan actually."
One Word Prompt Lists
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rhettabbotts · 2 years
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Sheeeeeelby. Tell me about the first time Rhett realized he'd fallen in love with you.
COLEEEEE i am screaming thinking about this
rhett thought you were beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on you. he liked that you never failed to speak your mind and not take his or anyone’s shit.
he didn’t believe in all of that love at first sight stuff but he thought it was a big possibility when he met you. you were his perfect match, where you were opposites in ways, you were similar in others.
i believe the first time it truly hit him that he was in love was when you had been together for a couple of months and he took you out into one of the pastures, laid some blankets out in the bed of his truck and stargazed with you.
you were laying there talking about anything and everything, curled up next to him with your head on his chest. you got so excited every time you saw a shooting star pass through the sky, pointing at it and saying “make a wish!”
that’s when he had the thought “what more could i wish for when i’ve got everything i want right here beside me?” it hit him like a punch to the gut. his hands started to tremble slightly and before he knew it he was blurting out “i love you.”
you raised up from your spot on his chest and looked at him wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape. before he knew it you were on him, straddling his waist and kissing him with so much emotion it took his breath away.
“i love you too, cowboy.”
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navybrat817 · 1 year
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Dropping in to say hi and I love you! With the hottest Seb moment ever.
Hi and I love you, too! Happy Halloween! 🎃
And, yes, easily one of the hottest Seb moments.
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Let's add more, shall we?
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Love and thanks! ❤️
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srgntsoapmactavish · 1 year
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You want to drunkenly write and regret it in the morning?
talk to me about dropping to your knees and begging Daddy Bob for his c*ck.
hehe okay!
You'd been trying to get his attention all day. He kept telling you he was busy, that he didn't have time for your antics and that you needed to behave. The final straw was when you came up behind him and palmed him through his jean while he was cooking. His grip was immediately in your hair forcing you to your knees. His jaw was set, glaring down at you. His chest was heaving. You smirked up at him. He knew this is exactly what you wanted, which angered him further. "You want daddy's cock, so bad? Huh? Then fucking beg, slut," he pulled harder on your scalp, causing you to arch and whine. He raised his brows "I'm waiting," he spits
"Please, Daddy," your voice was light and airy "Please let me have your big cock," You pout up at him, knowing how much he likes it "Just wanna make you feel good, daddy," You look up at him through your lashes, pride swelling in your chest at the sight of his lust blown pupils. "Don't you wanna just use me, daddy?" Bob throws his head back with a groan. You had him right where you wanted him. "Please fuck my mouth with your cock, daddy, please" you added a slight whine to your tone, knowing it would send him over the edge. And it did.
Um...anway 🥴
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You've made my Facebook feed. Congrats!
jdf;alskdjflskdj i had no idea that post blew up. i genuinely hope someone from the witcher sees it and feels bad about their choices.
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sammysnaughtygirl · 2 years
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so im planning a Sam Winchester fanfic event all thru the month of OCTOBER! everyone is welcome to join and encouraged too even if its your first time writting all stories must have and include the amazing Sammy winchester please tag your creations with samfanficevent and or tag me so that i may reblog all post rules are that their really arent any except please im asking no wincest everything easle is good Im in no way am responible for person or persons underage who contribute to this event feel free to inbox me with any questions you may have so let the stories begin have fun creating and rember this event is for fun and entertainment only so be kind have fun cant wait to read some sammy fics!!!!!!
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this-is-me19 · 2 years
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One of my favorite writers @writercole is following one of my blogs. Yay! <3
Is it weird to fangirl over a tumblr writer? I don’t care.
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ryebecca · 1 year
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for @writercole!
want a moodboard?
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antiquitea · 1 year
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Made-up Fic title: An Altar of Memory
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𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖞
Bucky hadn't intended for it to happen. It started slowly, when it dawned on him that he could actually set down roots in New York City again. He remembered his mother had put photos on the wall - family, friends, memories.
When Steve left he'd made sure that Bucky had gotten everything he had. Everything but the shield. There were photos in boxes that Bucky hadn't seen in almost ninety years, trinkets that Steve had kept, tickets to ball games, newspaper clippings.
Bucky doesn't think they should be relegated to a box that he'll only remember to sift through once every few years.
There was a wall in his bedroom that slowly became Steve's wall. His and Steve's wall.
He'd once told Tony that he remembered all of them, the truth was he remembered everything. Bucky remembered Steve most of all.
He didn't need the reminders, but he also didn't want to chance ever forgetting.
send me a made up fic title!
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writercole · 15 days
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Dangerous Distraction
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Summary: A secret mission. A formal gala. Two agents that hate each other. What could go wrong?
Words: 2105
Warnings: Suggestive dancing, Jake Seresin as a secret agent.
Credits: @princessmisery666 for beta reading this, @ryebecca for being the absolute best hype woman and twin that I could ask for. My ride or dies 💕
A/N: This has been in my drafts for a bit now. I found it when I found the other Jake story and…it was finished too. I hope you enjoy.
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The mission couldn’t be worse. Not only was she paired with her worst enemy, they had to make everyone believe that they were a couple on their honeymoon, madly in love with one another. She was a skilled agent, one of the best, but even she had no idea how they would be able to pull it off.
Jake Seresin, code name Hangman, had made his feelings abundantly clear from the moment they were introduced. He thought little of her, making demeaning comments about her abilities, her skills, and her training. Though, he claimed, it was never because she was a woman. 
He dismissed every idea or strategy she proposed, often tearing them down publicly, causing a fight that only ended when one of their bosses intervened. He walked away smug, calm, collected while she was visibly seething. On multiple occasions her colleagues pointed out where he wormed his way under her skin, undermined her confidence, and worst of all, she let it affect her; it was then that she decided she hated Jake Seresin.
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They had been at the hotel undercover for three days, playing the perfect couple in public, barely speaking behind the room’s closed door. She was grateful for the foresight of the planners to book a suite with a closed off bedroom. She took it over quickly, citing the need for privacy to dress and prepare.
Jake balked at first, whether out of true opposition or the need to be contrary she didn’t know. Regardless, his choice was removed as soon as she slid the doors shut.
Night three happened to be the night of the gala that they had been sent to infiltrate. She was getting dressed, ignoring the way Jake continued to give updates on the time through the closed door. As her lipstick glided across her bottom lip, a knock echoed through her suite.
“How long can it possibly take to get ready?” Jake sassed, “the gala started half an hour ago.”
“Beauty takes time, Hangman,” she replied.
“There isn’t enough time in the day to make you as beautiful as some of the women I’ve seen here,” he muttered under his breath, fidgeting with his watch before he called, “just…hurry up.”
“Why don’t you pull the stick out of your ass and head down to the bar. I’ll meet you there.”
“Fine. But I will handle this without you if you don’t hurry.”
She let out a sigh of relief when the door slammed shut, taking a moment to enjoy the silence before she had to go downstairs to the stuffy ballroom and pretend to be madly in love with a man she detested, one that also despised her.
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Jake had been down in the ballroom for ten minutes and had already spotted their target and devised a plan to complete their mission. When another ten minutes had passed with no appearance from his partner, he felt an uneasiness settle in the pit of his stomach. He rested his glass of scotch on the bar and allowed his eyes to sweep over the room again before he went searching for her.
The sounds echoing off of the walls faded to nothing and Jake followed the way everyone’s heads had turned to the door. He stood up straighter while his jaw fell, his gaze raking up and down the body of his partner scanning the crowd.
A blinding smile spit her face in two and she began moving across the room, every gaze following her path.
Jake’s ears picked up the middle of a chord change and realized that the music and conversation hadn’t actually stopped; his senses blocked them out when he caught sight of his partner. Seeing her in a different environment, a formal setting, sparked a reckoning that had not previously crossed his mind.
The beauty that radiated from her stirred a warmth and giddiness in his chest, one that intensified with every step she took towards him. Her smile faded to a smirk and his heart skipped a beat. Jake became intensely aware that in the last minute or two he hadn’t needed to act like the doting newlyweds they were supposed to be. 
She was stopped by a man with wavy hair and a mustache before she could make it to Jake’s corner of the bar. He felt an anger rising up as the man brushed a strand of hair back, caressing her bare shoulder as her hand covered her giggle. An unfamiliar sensation washed over him and he abandoned his drink, stalking over with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out. 
His arm slipped around her waist as he made it to his date. He pressed a kiss to her temple, cooing, “there you are gorgeous.” His eyes focused on the way she looked up at him, wishing for half a second the desire he saw there was real. “I was beginning to think I’d have to come find you. Actually, I was counting on it. Finding you locked up in our room with alternative plans for the evening.”
“And just who are you?” the mustached man asked, ire and disdain lacing his tone.
“I’m her husband,” Jake answered as his grip on her waist tightened, his fingertips digging into her soft hips. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to make sure my wife knows how beautiful she looks tonight.”
Jake pulled her away to the dance floor, twirling her into his chest as he slipped his hand in hers.
“That was far from subtle, Hangman,” she mumbled quietly.
“Aren’t I supposed to be playing the doting husband?”
“The doting husband doesn’t have to be insanely jealous and try to mark his territory in front of a room full of strangers,” she countered, a smirk crossing her lips as her brows rose in challenge.
“When you look the way you do tonight, any husband would want to mark his territory, doting or not,” he replied sincerely, dipping her low as the song ended.
Her eyes searched his face for a sign, for something, for anything that might clue her in to his actual thoughts. All she found was a softness lingering in his slight smile, a hunger in the narrow eyes that flitted down from her eyes to her lips.
The tempo shifted as a new song began and he pulled her upright, stopping her when she tried to leave the dance floor.
“Jake, I can’t dance to this,” she hissed as he spun her around, pulling her back flush to his chest.
“I can,” he muttered against her neck, sending shivers up her spine. “Follow my lead.” His right foot slipped between hers and kicked them apart, a smirk dancing on his face at the gasp she tried to hide.
Jake led her in a tango, twirling and dipping her, his hands wandering over her body as they moved across the dance floor. She followed his lead fluently, her moves becoming second nature as she leaned into the trust she had for the partner who was surprising her this evening.
A heat built between them, the fire in their eyes as passionate as ever, spreading throughout their bodies with every touch, every glance, every whiff of their scent. By the end of the dance, when Jake had their chests pressed against each other, their panting breaths mingling millimeters from their faces, he could no longer hide the fact that he was attracted to her tonight. The evidence was pressed tightly into her hips.
“Seresin,” she hissed under her breath as his hands gripped her tightly. The crowd around them applauded wildly, all eyes she could see focused on them in the middle of the dance floor.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his eyes darting between hers anxiously.
She waited a beat before nodding slightly, feeling the tension in his shoulders release. 
“Just a second, then.” His hand slid up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades, holding her tighter as his head dipped to her ear. “I have eyes on the target.”
“I’m assuming my six,” she muttered back with a grin.
“He’s at the bar. You step out onto the terrace and block that exit.”
“And let you get all the credit? I don’t -”
“Do you trust me?” he repeated. His grip loosened when she nodded and he led her off the dance floor, pressing a kiss to her temple as they reached the balcony doors. She stepped out of the door and he turned to the bar, letting out a curse as his eyes widened.
The mark had vanished.
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The breeze sent shivers up her spine. The entire situation had her on edge. Hangman had a reputation for leaving his partners high and dry and taking all the credit for the mission himself. The soft click of footsteps prompted her to release a tense breath, her shoulders relaxing as she turned. “Jake, I thought -”
She stopped short when she saw their mark, his face adorned with a dark grin. 
“I’m sorry to disappoint. But I must say, you look beautiful this evening,” the mark said as he buttoned his jacket. 
Two additional men materialized from the shadows and advanced towards her, causing her to take steps backwards. Her heart thudded in her chest and her breathing became labored, gasping for oxygen to fill lungs that fought expansion. There had been no training for a situation where you’re being approached directly on a balcony. 
A piece of tape covered her mouth and a black bag draped over her head before she could scream.
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The mark disappeared. Jake swore under his breath as he scanned the room again fruitlessly. There was no sign of him anywhere. His eyes widened and he darted for the balcony door. His stomach fell to the floor as he stepped out onto an empty terrace, the lingering smell of her perfume the only sign she had ever been there.
“Shit,” he swore while he pulled out his phone. “Shit fuck fuck shit.” 
Dialing a contact, he paced frantically across the small space, counting the steps he took back and forth. One, two, three, four, turn. 
“Control.”
“Fucking finally,” Jake barked into the phone. “I need extraction for myself and the location on my partner.”
“I’ll need approval from your mission leader for those,” the tech on the other end of the phone explained. 
“No, what you need to do is find her. I think she was taken by the mark.”
Agonizing minutes passed while he waited on hold with control. The sound of a helicopter landing on the rooftop next door drowned out the response of control and spurred Jake into motion. In one swift motion, he climbed onto the iron railing and jumped to the neighboring building, his shoulder taking the brunt of the landing and propelling him into a roll. Pulling his pistol from his holster, he approached the chopper, finding that the occupants had evacuated and left the pilot.
He raised his weapon and stepped into view. “You’re flying me now.” 
The pilot looked at him and shrugged, flipping a few switches and handing over a headset as Jake settled into the front seat. “Where to?”
Jake only had an inkling of where the mark would have taken her, and barely a guess as to what they were driving but he had to do something, anything. If he didn’t…well he refused to think about the possibilities.
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The duct tape over her mouth chafed as she wiggled her lips, trying to loosen the tape enough to moisten the area and get the tape off. The zip ties they placed around her wrists cut deeply as she shifted. She took deep breaths to counter the rising panic in her chest; she had been trained for this. She knew what to do.
“You really shouldn’t struggle so much. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
She couldn’t tell which of her abductors had decided to comment on her escape attempts, but he was on her left. The black cloth they had placed over her face was melting the meticulous makeup she applied before the gala and it pissed her off that she didn’t even get a picture before it was all ruined. Defeated, she slumped back against the seat, her shoulders squeezed between two of the giant men that had taken her hostage.
Her mind reeled with details from her training, what to do, when to do it. She had been in dangerous situations before but this time, something was preventing her from acting. 
This time, she was the collateral. This time, she was relying on someone else to rescue her. And that was terrifying. 
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drabbles-mc · 2 years
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Hubs, ONS, Bestie:
Jax, EZ, Chibs.
What a selection 👀
Husband: I'm gonna go with Chibs on this one. He's grumpy but he's loyal and I just know he's got the capacity to be a total mush 🥰
One Night Stand: Jax. I don't trust that boy as far as I can throw him but for one evening of fun he is Just Right.
Best Friend: EZ. Because, like @withmyteeth said I think that he would be willing to murder people who inconvenience me and I really like that about him 😂
Send me 3 characters and I'll tell you who I'd rather have as: my husband, my best friend, and a one night stand.
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rae-gar-targaryen · 2 years
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It seems like you could use a little pick me up.
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Who can resist puppies?
HOW ADORABLE ARE THESE LITTLE BABIES??? Ugh! So sweet!! It rained here today and this is just some much needed sunshine! I appreciate you, love! Thank you, thank you 😘😘
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navybrat817 · 6 months
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Baby girl.
I have been out of the loop lately due to work and life but I just saw what that anon sent and, quite frankly, they can chew on a bag of Richards.
I love you, I love your writing, and I love the class with which you handled the situation. I'm sending you all the love and hugs I can muster to help shield you from this bullshit.
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I'm sorry I answered this so late! A BAG OF RICHARDS. That's my new favorite thing. 😂
And I love and appreciate you so much! The only expectations I "need" to live up to are my own. Even then, I need to give myself some grace. I love creating and shouldn't be made to feel guilty if something I share isn't long enough, explicit enough, etc. It should be an escape. So I'm going to keep doing it.
Sending you all the love, thanks, and good vibes. ❤️
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jessybarnes · 7 months
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Jessy. Babe. Love. Honey.
CONGRATS.
I need. NEED. Angst #6.
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Ahhh yay!!! Thank you, lovey! I can't wait to see what you create!! Angst number 6 is all yours, baby! ❤️❤️
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winchest09 · 2 years
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I have a feeling you need this.
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Awww Cole! I really do my love, thank you so much for thinking of me! One of them days today! My mum has caught covid and i've been around her before she was positive so now it's a waiting game.
That on top of imposter syndrome and anxiety and well - it's a good ol potion lol.
I'll be good though - I have to be <3
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