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nifolution · 2 years ago

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Love Me Again

Pairing: Jake Jensen / Plus-size Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomato-tomahto.”

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

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

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

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

“Agreed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you don't hate me?”

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

“Impossible.”

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

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

“I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can come closer.”

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

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

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

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

“I love you, Jakey.”

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

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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

Sequel: Love Me Forever

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

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Downton Abbey Fashion 52 - outdoors fashion in 1924

Cora gets rather more company in this post than usual, although some of them are really only here for one outfit.

Starting with Susan. And I kid you not, this is the best she’s ever looked on the entire show. Okay, the sleeves are a tad long, but other than that, this is a walking suit that actually fits her. I’m amazed. The weave is lovely, too, making this look a little more interesting than plain cream, and the blouse under it is very pretty, with a lace trim and colorful flowers on it. The hat is alright, I guess; the velvet ribbon is a pretty contrast point. And I’d like to know what that little brooch is made of. Could be ivory.

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Don’t you just love the in-depth, multi-faceted writing of Lady Anstruther? A woman whose entire character on the show is aptly described as “perma-horny cougar”, so perhaps the beige and brown vein weave of her coat’s fabric is a play at tiger’s skin. Not that you’d see much of it in this shot because it’s mostly covered with this big-ass brown fur. Also, I’m usually a fan of tassels, but I don’t warm up to this hat shape.

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Cora’s serving some color contrast with this orange coat over a teal dress. I don’t know if the scarf is attached to the coat, but it’s definitely come in a set with it; the fabric is exactly the same. The lower sleeves and the front of the coat are all knife pleats, though interestingly the back is smooth. And for good measure, the hat has this lovely brown ribbon with lilies all over it, looped extravagantly on the side of the hat. When Cora brings back the coat in season 6, she has a new lovely hat with a zigzag motif to go with it and a cute flowered dress underneath matching the hat colors.

Why don’t I have a front shot of this coat? Anyway. This is a pretty straight-lined, light brown deal with a big collar, and despite the embroidery being a bit clunky, I quite like the overall look of it. I’ve said it before – in the 1920s, coat decoration didn’t usually end at the cuffs and collar, and this here carries on the golden split squares down the back, on her sleeves, down at the hem… It’s neat, I like it.

Another light brown coat, although this one seems more versatile; Cora wears this for a hunting event when we celebrate the return of her glorious pheasant feathers (she’s gotten a new pretty brooch with a little orange gem for them) and for everyday purposes in season 6. Slap a big-ass fur collar on it, and it makes for a nice enough outfit for a wedding. But it’s also the first thing she throws over when runs out of the house away from a fire in the middle of the night. Poor lighting, but on that occasion, she also has this lovely reddish brown blanket or shawl. As can be seen by daylight, the jacket itself already has a scarf attached to it that matches in color and fabric, but doesn’t have such a pretty print. Then again, daylight also shows us that the jacket has some sweet embroidery.

Ugh, no. Not another one of those. Let’s be quick about this; the coat is the dustiest pale lilac pink they could find, the wavy ornamental embroidery is nice in theory. The style of collar is atrocious. Why would you put a thick roll of fur on like a goddamn choker? It looks better in season 6 when Cora wears it open.

I’m not quite sure if this is a coat or a walking dress. It seems to be split in the front, but Cora also wears this in the house. And honestly, the little leaf shapes punched in around the collar and up the sides are such a beautiful detail, working in tandem with embroidery to make this into a really pretty piece of clothing. I also like that, instead of being a straight rectangle, it flares out toward the bottom hem. Cora wears a shirt in Crawley purple under it and tops the outfit off with a nice hat, trimmed in lace and decorated with a big flower.

A coat that I think is blue, but I wouldn’t swear it because this show’s lighting hates me personally. It’s doing that lovely ruching on the hip that keeps it from looking like a complete sack, but I wish the closure were a little more delicate. Cora repeats the pretty sandy hat from before (or a ruffly umbrella in a similar shade), and the hatband coordinates quite nicely with the white embroidery trimming the cuffs and the lapels. This look is kept on into season 6 as well.

For a hunting look, Cora sports a brown walking suit that I have never seen before and shall never see again. Shame; the buttoned lapels and pockets give this a nice little bit of extra, and the skirt seems to be slit on the sides to allow for more movement.

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Only one Rosamund coat this season, but it’s worth it. These bronze octagon elements with the black leaf ornaments? What a look. This coat is definitely a favorite of mine, and Rosamund lives up to her reputation in terms of hats and combines it with this little number wrapped in pleated black silk satin and prettied up with a couple brown feathers and a beautiful leaf-shaped embroidery because consistent themes, you guys.

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We’re adding a new ginger to the cast – Lady Sinderby presents two nice hats with this outfit, a rust-colored velvet one with a lot of frizz on it (I’m not sure if that’s threadwork or plumage) and a brown one with a black feather for the hunt. I’m reasonably sure the walking suit is the same despite the light being a bit tricky in the second shot; it’s still got these very long lapels with a curious little folding design around the neck to shape it up to a collar. It also has a subtle pinstripe, which is nice, and a couple pretty blouses, one with tidy little buttons, one with a cascade of ruffles.

#Downton Abbey #Downton Abbey's costume fund #historical fashion

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niffala · 2 years ago

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Love Me Again

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

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

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

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

You Loved Me Once Main Masterlist

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomato-tomahto.”

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

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

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

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

“Agreed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you don't hate me?”

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

“Impossible.”

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

“I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can come closer.”

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

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

“Hmm?”

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

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

“I love you, Jakey.”

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

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

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

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

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

The End

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

Sequel: Love Me Forever

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

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i wanna yap, my stpumach hurts and idk how to spell that word so ill just leave it how it is, also neymar jrjr might have a crush on my sister?? i thought we was friends but that ho was tryna get to my sister. hmm what else... oh yes i might be getting sambas here soon!! my parents told me they'd take me to go get them for Christmas but they're liars 💔 so it's all in due time. omg i love that song, joshua bassett slander was so stupid like goddamn take your washed brain somewhere far from me you cunt. also i did a face mask and im so glowy hehe wait omg should i confront neymar jrjr on sunday??? tf do i say, 'yo so there's a rumor floating around that you like my sister, is that true ho?' 'yes' '...' LIKE WTF DO YOU SAY AFTER THAT?? oh my god i just remembered when we were both in middle school this chick named allison liked him and told me to ask for his number and he REJECTED IT. and i had to run away like an idiot and i couldn't sleep without it popping up in my brain making me want to kms, but tbf he didn't reject me he rejected her thru me..? aye yi yi anyways im going to sleep now buhbye MWAH

i love how my inbox is full of yap and uhm what an interesting day!! neymar jrjr needs to get his act together BUT ARENT YOU LIKE 3 YEARS OLDER THAN HIM??? okay cougar… but like he’s also like 2 years older than your sister so atp i think you should just be lesbian again bc if you don’t make a move on dom then you’ll lit suffer. i hope him and ariya work out ig??

#saira yaps #ho what #are you good?

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rs archive 12/17/2023:

re: all my love fic. did you have any "keywords" for each character? (aka "stars, gardens" for wooje, "safety, unchanging" for hyunjoon) if you did, could you share them, or any of the threads of inspiration you kept in mind while writing?

i never had like, specific keywords at least not like i was aware of it but now that i think about it... i had a loT of inspiration.

like hyunjoon for example, obviously the mustang is a big part point but i chose that because mustangs just resonated with the character and what they sort of "stand for" i mean theyre a ford. all americana, freedom, romance, like.. mustangs have a sort of vibe to them. the same vibe john cougar mellencamp has. also, flannels, the vibe there. a key word for him, i guess would be consistent, and supportive. also--the moon, subtlety, steadiness.

wooje i connected to really fast blowing wind and highways; oddly enough that one scene in chapter one--where he pulls over on the shoulder of the i-5 and throws up--is a key part of his character. lmao? like, when i think of him, i think of that. the cold air and the strong fucking wind blowing past bc of all the cars going >80 mph. idk how to describe that. a big part of him was how light he was compared to everything around him too--his pale white skin in comparison to the dark discolored cigarette burns, his gold california soul compared to the darker washington greens. i relate him to the sky a lot. although i do put a lot of evening scenes in i think hes actually a creature of daylight. not of the sun, but the light blue sky and denim jackets and i never made him wear a denim jacket did i? goddamn it. so for him, light (as in the shade adjective not as in the type light noun), and sky, and nature. a lot of him is connected to nature, u can tell from my metaphors lmao.

minseok is all powdered sugar and CARDIGANS (!!) i imagine he had a very all over the place but chic and cute fashion sense. hes all candy colors and dependability (like mentioned in chap 1, he used to have pink hair hehe) he was stability, and home. really homey. like bring in the fucking xenia and agape (love in hospitality and in altruism). i think minseok, especially, is capital l Love. thats partly why i made him say the fic name in the letter heh. he was one of if not the strongest tie wooje had to home (platonic relationships matter..!!) he is Love as a person.

sanghyeok is red roses and Father. he is older brother. in the flashbacks, u can see he shows reluctance at being called hyunjoon/minhyungs brother, esp at first, and he STILL kind of feels that. hes uncomfortable with the position hes put in, much more than seongwoong is, yet he fits it so, so well. more associations: math. whiskey, cigarettes, bad habits he knows he should quit but cant. sanghyeok as a character is... well i dont wanna dive TOO deep bc i have a solo fic for him in the drafts but yes o7

seongwoong i mostly thought about him in relation to the shop? like i think of him and i think, traditional husband. oil, cars, gears, whatever the fuck. mechanic. stability, dad jokes. cool uncle. but he also has a softer side- homemaker! baker! gardener. hes all constant smiles, glasses held up by his smiling cheeks.

minhyung is the grounded one. he is very, very grounded in reality, but he become very silly around minseok. hes big loving himbo but hes also.. the most serious of them all. idk. hes like, prime older brother material but hes low on the totem pole. so like the oldest of that small group of cousins at the family get together who has no REAL power within the family. just within the cousins. and, hell, they get pulled away once their parents call for them.

jojo: mayonnaise.

#gwen answers!#retrospring archive #aml

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 9 months ago

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Goddamn, I really love Too Gun Maverick. This shouldn’t surprise me, given that Top Gun is my favourite movie of all time, but SHIT. The plot isn’t awesome, and I am so confused about Tom Cruise (hot? Yes. Fucking weird and creepy? Also yes.), but damn. The flying? My first airplane crush brought out retirement to fly again? (Tomcat, I love you)

The new young hotness that makes me feel like a damn dirty cougar? Give me more.

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astharoshebarvon · 10 months ago

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saw a funny post that sessros was popular...

what are you smoking? that shit flopped so bad its not even funny. delusions only work so far. like aemond thinking daemon is scared of him. i love the actor but that was just too stupid. its you who are scared shitless of him, aemond. everyone knows who ended up with dark sister in his eye socket. daemon comitted suicide, nobody killed him

the anime was terrible, the manga is just same. half of the time i am wondering if there are two kagomes. just say you are jealous of inukag and go. sessros can never.

dont pretend sessros wasnt an insult to one of the most iconic, beloved male characters, sesshoumaru. my asexual fav was turned into a freak.

then again, there are those who excuse cougar fem characters and say, look the young boy is wrong. yeah, go get help. you are just weird.

engage has another pedo woman who was involved with high school male lead. that fellow was good in love nest but i dunno. he seems to have a goddamn harem including gross pedo woman, a young guy then there is another good looking guy with terrible personailty introduced in recent ch.

i feel sorry for the other male lead. the top doesnt seem like he has anything in his head, is surrounded by creeps and weirdos. will have to wait to see the english translation what is going on. but his harem except for the goofy guy are just plain creeps, especially the pedo woman.

therapy game restart is well, i will laugh so hard if the homophobic, glasses wearing guy, shizuma's friend really does fall for the director. the director is a guy. the fool is so enamoured with director since he crossdesses.

hotd trailer on other hand, aemond being funny, delusional to the nth degree. sit down, dear. its you who went away at dinner, not daemon.

alic*nt was ugh again, i am surprised aegon got speaking lines cause they are so focused on this rotten woman. she and otto should just keep their trap shut. aegon looked like an idiot though, not gonna deny it. he is just weird and creepy.

blacks were good and god did it hurt to see lucerys pyre, syrax screeching, her baby arrax dead. rhaenyra's scene on the beach already me cry in dec trailer. seeing them all around lucerys pyre was just sad.

i am gonna laugh if they erase aemond's regret over luceys death or if his arrogant self just hides it. the way he is being shown, so cocky, i wouldnt be shocked if it were the case.

it would be lovely if jace/cregan reaches same heights lucemond did.

something which really pissed off the homophobes.

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the-blue-ascot · 1 year ago

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Sometimes I watch your pretty self as you begin to doze off. You don't want to, but you start. It's so slow, the way your eyes get heavy.

Your breath becomes even. Fluttering in and out softly as your chest rises and falls. I can't help but wish you only breathed for me.

The way you laid on me after I cut your hair, the way you melted into me, it was amazing, darling.

I'll be your moose, your coyote, your fox, or your fucking cougar if that's what you desire me to be. Just... be mine. I'll treat you so well, honey, and you know I will.

I'll be a good man to you. That I can assure you.

I'm loyal. I'm strong. I'd love to be dependent on you and only you. I will do anything you need me to do. Anything.

Goddamn it, you're beautiful. You know that, right?

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casuallivi · 2 years ago

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III. The Chaotic Ordinary Couple

Part II can be found here. Dedicated to Azriel Appreciation Week 2022 Day 4 @azrielshadowsingerweek

"Are hooking up with that that high schooler?!" The skeptic hiss had Elain spitting coffee all over the textbook.

"Shit, shit, shit." She ripped a page from her nearest notebook, her effort from the last hour solving the equation going to waste in the hurry to suck up the damage. “Napkins!” She pleaded to Nuala.

If Nuala were a book character, she would definitely be Hermione, her purses always containing exactly what one needed no matter what they asked for. She reached inside of it, passing a package to Elain, a glare plastered on her face.

"You're stalling."

"I'm trying to save the book." She said defensively.

"I don't care."

"You know Jen wants to cancel my library card for excess of delays.”

“Are you?” she repeated, receiving more nonsenses about books and libraries.

“If I show up to return a book looking like this, she will gut me alive,"

"Elain Marie Archeron,” Nuala stretched every name individually, “if don't answer me in the next second I swear to God I'll bitch slap you." The more friend tried to play her; the more stressed Nuala felt. Last night she had the heart attack of her life. Elain, Feyre and Nuala had gone to the movies, the kid who was always glued to her sister tagging along, appealing for his case with an offer to drive them. Nuala was suspecting he had a crush on the younger Archeron, but when she went to share her theory with her friend, she caught him kissing Elain when he thought no one was watching.

“So?" she pressed?

“I’m not.” Elain couldn’t look more guilt if she tried.

“Care explain why he was cleaning your teeth with his tongue last night?”

Elain gulped. "I'm dating him, okay? He asked me on a date, called me his girlfriend, took me to his aunt's house and I feel in love with his crazy ass."

"Girl!"

"What?" Elain asks defensively. "You were always nagging me about finding a boyfriend, now I have you. Case closed."

Unbelievable. Nuala dropped herself on the other chair, taking a sip of Elain's coffee, nothing but air going up the straw.

"Girl, when you went all mysterious on me, I thought, like, you had a fling with that cute guy from Finances or something, not like, a goddamn kid!"

"He’s not a kid. He’ll finish school soon." Elain says defensively.

"Yeah, but you are here surrounded by hot college guys and he's there, doing math homework or something."

"I'm doing math homework." Azriel’s current status was a sensitive topic to her. In the beginning she was weird out for being crushing on a younger boy, she couldn’t even kiss him, their PDA revolving around lots of hand holding and long, long, hugs.

"Don't play coy with me Elain, or I swear to God," Nuala threatens. The farther the conversation went, the closer she felt to lose her shit. Now their plans to go on double blind dates had gone to shit. "A freaking high schooler. I can't believe you."

"What's the big deal? Guys date high schoolers all the time."

"Gross."

"Shut up, he's almost my age, and next year he'll be in college too." Elain sighed.

Why was she being condemned for finally having a boyfriend? Damned if she did, damned if she didn't. She packed her stuff, annoyed with Nuala's judgment. The two friends had always had similar views of life, so Nuala bashing her wasn't really a surprise. Still, Elain didn't like having someone else pointing fingers at her dating life. Nuala, who couldn't take a hint to save her life, choose to follow her outside the coffee shop.

"I'm not judging you." She said keeping up with Elain, who squinted, holding her bag like a shield. "I'm not. I was just... Surprised. I never pegged you for a cougar."

"Oh, fuck off."

He best friend's laughter echoed, attracting attention from the passerby. Elain bumped her hips against hers, urging her to quiet down. "I hate you."

"Samesies," Nuala said winking to a guy walking his dog.

"I can't believe you have a boyfriend and didn't tell me. Low blow Elain. How long is this going on? Did you popped his cherry?” She wiggled her brows, laughing when Elain tripped.

“Oh my god.”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“I did not!”

“Bummer. So, what do you guy do? Kiss?” She grimaced.

Elain blushed. “What’s wrong with kissing.”

Nuala’s shoulders went up and down.

“Depends on how long you’ve been dating. Tell me everything.”

Elain bite her lip, muttering about lack of boundaries, considering how much she wanted to share in a place so open. In the end, she settled for the most superficial topics to use as bait for Nuala to leave her alone. The problem was once she started talking about Az, she couldn't stop, her annoyed face melting into a sappy one, her cheeks hurting from smiling, her hands gesticulating in the air for emphasis.

Elain told her friend all about her secret, which she miraculously been able to keep for six months! Nuala was extremely surprised with that information. She had always been an expert to coax the truth out of people, especially Elain, who she knew since kindergarten, but this time Elain was able to keep her out of her mind.

Nuala started hitting her arm with playful punches, her voice a tone too sweet.

"O. M. G. You're glowing. Stop that! You stop that now."

"I can't," Elain smiled at her. "I really like him."

"I can see that. God, who'd have imagined the Ice Princess had a thing for frail skinny teens."

"Nuala!"

"What? You're the one preying on the poor defenseless souls." She made the sign of the cross.

Elain shook her head, incredulous. Poor defenseless soul? Who? He boyfriend?! What a joke.

“Pfff, my Az is anything but defenseless. I swear to God, that boy came out without an "off" button, he manages to have energy than Feyre.”

Nuala stopped on her track, whirling to Elain.

"Energetic? Azriel? That quiet kid who hang with your little sister, always sketching gore pictured in his notebooks, that Azriel?"

"The one and only."

"That kid doesn't have one energetic bone in his body, Elain."

"You'd be surprised." Elain answered wiggling her brows, Nuala pretending to stick a finger on her throat and gagging.

"I've changed my mind, I don't want to know everything. I can't believe you are in love."

They reached their classroom, Elain sliding on the chair beside her, slamming her head on the desk with a sigh. "I know, I can't believe it either. I hate him."

Nuala rolled her eyes.

"No, you don't"

"No, I don't." Elain straightened up, smiling like a goofy idiot, releasing another torrent of fast words to praise her twig of a boyfriend. "His hair is so fluffy, I just want to touch it all day long. He looks so cute when he gets all mad about being younger than me, his cheeks go all shades of red. And he is so nice to me Nuala, even his parents like me. He introduced me to his folks before we even went on a date, what kind of teenage boy does that?"

"Ho-ly-shit."

Elain nodded in agreement

"My exact reaction. When we left the mansion, because that place is way too big to be called a house, I tried to choke him to death. Do you know what that smug bastard said to me? "She'll be your mother-in-law 'Lain, might as well get comfy from now." He's confident he'll marry me."

"That kid is hilarious."

The conversations around them died down when their favorite professor walked into the room, Tarquin's piercing turquoise eyes roaming until they found Nuala's grey ones. She winked at him.

"I'm going to bang him." She announced with confidence. Elain's eyes darted from her to the professor, shaking her head in denial.

"You're playing with fire, Nu."

"Nope, pretty sure he is a water sign. He got the vibes."

They chuckled, ending the gossip session and fishing their textbooks, Elaine's with big brown spots and glued pages. Shit. She would have to buy a book and donated it to the library, wouldn't she?

She groaned silently.

Goodbye sweet august paycheck, it was nice dreaming about you.

“Don’t look!” He stressed for the hundredth time, hands covering her eyes.

“I’m not looking.”

“I’ll know if you look.”

“Dude! My eyes are closed down here.”

Azriel kicked something out of the way, probably a spray can from the noise of it heating the wall. They walk a few more steps, Elan going slowly, afraid of the unknown path, Azriel behind her, stirring her in the right direction. He’d grown a tad taller than her since they’ve met, not letting her forget about it for one measly second, constantly supporting his chin on the top of her head. According to him that was a "power move" to let her know who was the boss. The purple spots on his ribs, from the many times she elbowed him after listening to that nonsense, told her exactly who was the boss.

“Okay, keep it closed," he took his hands off, repeating, "don't cheat!” one last time before his body heat disappear. Elain stood by herself with her eyes closed, the faint noise of the air conditioner her only company. She jumped when sometimes heavy scratched the floor, Azriel screaming "not yet," as she was about to open her eyes.

Large hands encased her waist, long skilled fingers intertwining over her belly, her cropped shirt granting him easy access to her skin. Elain relaxed against his chest, breathing deeply. She could scent the expensive paint, his vibrant perfume, and the delectable woodsy fragrance that always seemed to impregnate his body.

Azriel kissed her hair thrice – his lucky numb. "Okay, on the count of three."

She cleared her throat, imagining herself as an announcer.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

The place was familiar.

Elain was accustomed with classroom he, Feyre and four more students shared as a makeshift studio. Under normal circumstances she would not be allowed to wander their school as much as she did, but dating the principal's "favorite son" (Az's words, not hers) came with its perks. Sometimes she would free her morning to come sit on a corner and watch two of her favorite people in the whole world working, not understanding squat about their creative process, smiling at the few shared jokes, sending Azriel kisses every time he winked her way.

This room was usually a mess, the six work tables spread around filled with materials, canvas from different sizes sitting against the wall, half-finished paintings and sculptures visible in every corner. Today the place was different, incredibly clean, not an unfinished work in sight, only a medium-sized canvas resting peacefully in a wood tripod.

Elain gasped, hands flying to her mouth, eyes bulging out.

The painting exposed a tattooed naked lady, stretching her arms up in the air with a serene expression. Elain recognized the pattern instantly.

In front of her was an artsy redemption of Fibonacci's Sequence. The girl on the painting was throwing her body back, arching herself in a way her spine followed the curve Fibonacci's spiral in the mockery of an elegant stretch, her long brown hair cascading towards the lateral of the canvas, the curls vanishing where no longer white screen ended. Her naked body gleamed with thousands of small dark-blue spirals, that at first glance could be mistaken by careless tattoos, the form actually being clever repetitions of the bigger arc.

She was speechless.

"Do you like it?" Azriel asked after a while, his voice so small and fragile she felt her heart strain. Her over confident lover boy was hardly one to feel insecure, his rare doubts usually linked to his desire to please her. Elain covered his hands with hers nodding her head vehemently.

Her eyes watered. Elain wasn't an art specialist but this was this was the prettiest painting she had seen in her life. Her mind drifted to a couple months back when she was gushing about her exciting college life, how she was loving to delve deeper into math, how number where intrinsically connected to life.

"You're shitting me," Azriel had protested, his head laying on her lap. "Art is connected to life baby, not math." He had the special ability to make the word “math” sound like an insult.

"Na-an. Math gives life." She argued.

"Math can't give life. Art gives life, art is the soul of a human. What the fuck numbers have to do with life?

Elain ran her fingers through his soft hair, yanking it hard when he cursed again, calling him a "potty mouth."

"Have you studied Fibonacci's sequence yet?"

"Who?"

"Fi-bo-na-cci." She repeated slowing, tugging his hair with every syllabus just for the hell of it. "How are you passing your classes?"

"Using my delightful charms at my advantage, just like I did with you. Who was the guy?"

"He was an incredibly talented mathematician,"

"Like you?" He interrupted her with a wink.

"Better. He created a numerical sequence where you can find the next number by adding up the two antecedents to it. The sequence allows one to see mathematical logic, the perfect connection of numbers with nature."

"I don't get it." His confused face was so cute, Elain wished she had a camera to snap a picture. She pinched his cheek.

"Fibonacci’s sequence prime objective is to bring forth the scientific beauty of perfection, is the perfect reflection of order and organization."

Azriel was grimacing as someone who has a massive stomachache, his forehead creased as he tried to understand how the heck math could be beautiful. "You lost me."

Elain smiled down at his puppy face. "I noticed."

"Why does a guy look for beauty in math? Girls are way better. I much rather dedicate my time to learn your curves than stupid numbers." Elain flicked his forehead. "Come on! Have anyone ever told how violent you are?"

"No, tell me."

She traced his glorious thick eyebrows, following the shape of his nose all the way to the bow of his upper lip, Azriel puckering them to kiss the tip of her finger again and again.

That day he was so confused while she talked, now he was here showing her a gorgeous painting inspired by their conversation. The mind of an artist worked in mysterious ways.

"There’s an artist I like," Azriel's baritone broke her thoughts. "Elisa Breton. She has these amazing surrealist paintings, the strokes on the canvas so vivid you can feel her unconscious taking form. I envied her for it. I couldn’t get personal with my art before, my paintings didn’t reflect me. “They lack soul,” my teachers would scold me, “There’s no passion, Z." It used to drive me mad. I thought it was impossible to express myself when there’s so much I wished to say about the world and society in general." Azriel rested his chin on her shoulder, his smile palpable, his voice mellow and passionate. “Then a met a cute brunet who takes space in my mind all day long.”

Elain sighed deeply, flipping her hair on his face. “Is not my fault you are completely in love with me.”

“It totally is. I can’t look at numbers without imagining your sixes and your nines,"

"Azriel!" She untangled from him with a couple of punches, aiming for his stool to park her ass, Azriel following her lead and sitting on the other free one.

"Anyways. I figure if couldn’t stop thinking about you I had to push you out somehow.”

“Gee, so romantic.”

“I have things to do, woman! The art world won’t conquer itself.”

“Yeah, yeah, keeping talking about how I’m disturbing your gran plans.” Azriel dragged his stool closer, the wood rasping on the floor. He braced his hands on her thighs and bite her cheek. “Ah!”

“You puff your cheeks when you pout.”

“I wasn’t pouting.” Elain rubbed her cheek, eyes going back to the painting, the meticulous details giving her goosebumps. "This is truly beautiful Az. I mean it."

"The power of my muse." Elain snorted, cleaning the tears from her eyes.

“I can’t believe you used math properly.”

"Your faith in me is astonishing. For me, number don't mean a fancy sequence that I can't wrap my head around. For me, numbers mean you."

Elain craned her neck to grin at him.

"You did find beauty in numbers after all."

Azriel rolled his eyes.

"I know. I was shocked too."

"Does it have a name?"

"Autumn's Fall."

“Why Autumn’s Fall?”

“That's when we've met, you know?” He kissed the corner of her mouth, warm lips lingering on her skin, Elain melting in his arms. "We've meet in autumn and then I fell for you."

Her lips curve upwards, her heart thumping like crazy.

"You're such an artist."

He wheezes, "thank you.” Azriel pushed back, bracing his elbows on the table behind him. "I have news."

"More?"

"More. Remember Cinthia Hawthorne?"

"The art curator?"

Azriel nods. "The one and only. She’s opening a new gallery, she wants to expose young talents into the market. The Palace of Youth. Cinthia wants to launch twenty-five new artists. It's an ambitious project, but she is confident about succeeding.” He paused for dramatic effect, enjoying the fact that Elain was playing attention to him, hanging on his words. "And she wants to expose my art there."

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."

Elain jumped from her chair so fast he barely had time to catch her, his stool tumbling backwards, Azriel lading on his back with a painful noise, the feeling subsiding once she started to fill every inch of his face with kisses.

Elain grabbed his cheeks, moving his head from side to side, her smile making him feel like his own face was about to split in two. “That’s a good think, right? Like, real artist stuff.”

“Very good, very real.”

She sat on top of him, clapping like an excited little girl who was allowed to eat unlimited candy, celebrating with a made-up song. "My boyfriend is gonna be ri-ich, he's gonna have mo-oo-ney, oh yeah,"

“I am rich.” Azriel scoffed. "I'm a trust fund baby."

"You parents money doesn’t count. Rii-ii-iich, mo-ney, mo-neeey.” she danced on top of him, Azriel bracing his hands behind his head to avoid touching her. Another day of testing his limits. He knew she was kidding about being happy because of money, the hardest task in his life was making Elain accept his gifts.

Elain wiggled again, and Azriel couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.

"Should I expect a lap dance every time I sell a painting, too? Because if so, I'm going to be a very determined artist."

She stopped dancing, landing her hands on his stomach. When Elain looked down, Azriel could instantly read the request in her beautiful brown eyes. He did his best to conquer his nervousness, slowly placing his hands on her waist, heat emanating between them. "I'm going to kiss you," he warns evenly "Say no if don't want me to."

Elain couldn't say a world if she wanted. If she was being honest, Elain no idea about what healthy intimacy looked like. Her parents had been a disaster, her mother feel in love with a wannabe rock singer and left home when she was seven, her dead was an alcoholic who couldn't not differentiate day from night, her older sister considered herself heartless. But none of that mattered when she was with Azriel. He made her feel safe, wanted, loved. She closed her eyes and bent down, stopping a breath short from his mouth, brave enough to start asking for his kisses, but not yet brave enough to take them herself.

Under her, Azriel was shaking, his hands trembling as he upped on to her cheek, closing his eyes, Elain delicious minty breath fanning his lips. He moved forward, anticipation making his heart gallop like a racing horse, bumping his nose on hers,

"E-LA-IN!"

Feyre loud yell bloomed around them, Elain shoving Azriel away, getting up do fast she accidentally stepped on little Az. His soul left his body, which rolled to the side under a curse and a painful growl.

The youngest Archeron didn't spare him a glance, running straight to her sister, jumping on her, the fresh paint in her overall smearing all over Elain's white shirt, her euphoric speech delivering her own special news.

"A rich lady wants to put my art where other rich ladies will want to buy my art!" Feyre's laugh was contagious, Elain hugging her tight as her feet went back to the ground. "Are you proud? Are you proud? Tell me you are proud!" She asks with gleaming eyes.

“I’m so proud Fey, you are the best artist I know. You are going to be the best artist in the world.”

“Hey!” Azriel intervened with a raspy voice, blindly searching for the stool to help him up.

Feyre pointed a finger at his face. “Suck it Shadowloser, I'm the best." She turned to Elain grabbing her hand, "Can we surprise Nesta on her lunch break? I want to give her the news."

The mattress dips besides him, a hand ruffles his hair, lovely stroking it until he was purring, snuggling on the comforter.

"Azriel…" A kiss on his forehead, "Az," a kiss on his cheek, "wake up," a kiss on his jaw.

“What time is it?" He grumbled.

Elaine's soft voice traveled to him, the sound like a caress on his ear. "One-minute past midnight." A lethal one.

"Christ, what are you waking me for? What's wrong?"

He couldn’t remember the last time he slept, his latest project taking every minute of his day.

"You mean, "what's right"?" Azriel peeled on eye open as she clicked the bed side table lamp to life, the yellow glow illuminating Elain, his girlfriend all bright eyes and white teeth, and,

What the heck was she wearing?

"You're officially legal!" Elain exclaimed, shaking him up, then she was blowing a party blower, the tip of it hitting his nose.

"Jesus Christ."

Azriel reeled back, rubbing the sleep way to separate the foggy dream from reality, thinking he might still be asleep to see her like that. He blinked. Nothing changed. Nope, not a dream, Elain was really wearing that. His gaze dipped to her legs going all to way up to her hair, inspecting the green stocking matching her green gloves, a dark green bodysuit matching her lipstick, and a cheap red wig, her brown roots visible where she was scratching her head.

"Here's your gift." She slapped something on his chest –the calendar he gave her years ago, opened on the last page, big black arrows pointing at the date he drew a bunch of hearts around. Elain tapped her index on the indecent male on the bottom, purring. "Flex for me, Az. Flex as if you were one of my french girls."

He snorted, placing the calendar on his pillow and going to his closet. "No, come back to bad! I waited years to crack this joke."

"Wait a minute. Since when are gift giving, I have one for you too."

He rummaged throw his coats, letting out a triumphant sound when his finger closed around the familiar object.

"Close your eyes and open you hand." He instructed Elain, who crossed her arms over her chest, looking annoyed as she eyed his pants.

"I'm not falling for that again."

"Get you head off the gutter, Archeron." He screeched, feigning being outraged, sitting with her. "Come one baby, do it for me."

"The pants stay on." She warned with killing glare.

"The pants stay on," he reported after her, complementing with, "for now."

Elain rolled her eyes, unable to hide the smirk trying to break free. With a resigned breath she did as she was told, extending both hands to tease him. "It's better be bigger than last time," she whispered diabolically, winning a bite in her wrist. "Oi!"

"Shhh." Azriel turned her palm up, placing a light weight on top of it, something cold, squared. "Open up."

Her brain shut down, her body paralyzed for complete at the sight of the opened velvet box, a sparkling engagement ring resting on the inside, the teardrop sapphire nearly blinding her with its beauty. "What do you think? Do you want to put it on?"

Elain breathed an ugly sound that was half cry, half laughter

"That's – what you said – the last time," she sobbed shaking her hand in front of his face, trembling as he slid the ring on her finger, kissing it before releasing her.

Elain didn't want to be released. She jumped on him, making a mess of his night shirt with snot and tears. Azriel held her fiercely, his hand going up and down her back to sooth her. When Elain pulled one of her gloves and used it to blow her nose, he finally asked her the real important question.

"Baby, what the hell are you wearing?"

The man he drew on her calendar had nothing on but some ivy vines snaked around his naughty bits, so Elain though it was a good idea to be his counterpart, a modest version of him since didn't want to risk his flat mate walking on her on the nude.

“I’m Poison Ivy,” she hiccupped adjusting her wig, his body shaking under her.

"I love you."

"I love you"

With a kiss, Azriel gently pushed Elain to her back, holding his weight on top of her, that's when she decided to dump a bucket of cold water on top of his head. "We won't marry until you graduate."

"My God woman, you are obsessed with my education!" Azriel fell back on the bed, letting his best dramatic sigh out.

They started a heated discussing, Azriel pleading an education was irrelevant to be married, that an artist was established once he started selling painting, which he already did, not when he received a piece of paper from college. In counterpart, Elain pleaded she was piece-of-paper-enthusiast, and that she wanted to hang his degrees all over their house.

Azriel said he wouldn't graduate just to spite her.

Elain said she wouldn't sleep with him just to spite him.

They started another argument, this one moved to the kitchen since she was hungry, Azriel offering to cook, Elain kissing him and helping to sort the ingredients.

It was going to be a long night

- the end -

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infernal-fire · 4 years ago

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I love your dark Jake Jensen and I have a request for him, so the team gets in contact with reader for supplies for a mission an Jensen feels a spark between them so he makes every excuse to talk to reader to the point the team teased but helps him out with his grand scheme to get with reader but they don't know how far he'd go to make reader his ☺️💕 thanks

I love a good dark!jake fic!! I have changed the specifics a litttllle bit so i hope this is alright :)

Warnings: implied noncon/dubcon, some creepy behaviour, mention of stalking, drugging, mention of breeding kink

Summary: 5 days; that’s how long it takes him to become fixated on you.

Wc: 2k

You’re My Delusion

They could have gone to any supplier. Fate would have it that Aisha wanted you, and only you.

The melodious tune of a piano ringtone chimed in your bag. You ask the other daycare teacher to take over for you and picked up the phone: Unknown Number. You watched the phone ring until the line went dead and resumed your day.

It may have been an ‘unknown number’, but your subconscious unequivocally knew who it was. Grumbling at the thought of being contacted again, you twisted the handle to your condo. Of course, you didn’t bat an eye when there was an envelope on your countertop, one that you didn’t put there; Aisha knew that you knew the phone would ring again, and if you didn’t answer, she would pay you a visit.

When Unknown Number flashed across your screen for the second time that day, you considered letting it go to voicemail again, but picked up anyway.

“Aisha.”

“Y/N.”

“If you’re gonna ask me for an assist-”

Aisha cut you off. “I know you don’t do missions anymore. We need a safe house that’s off the books.”

“Who’s we?”

“They’re all men.” As if on cue, you heard someone guffaw in the background. “It’s making me lose my goddamn mind,” she elucidated.

“You know I don’t really do this stuff anymore,” you huffed, “But I’m making an exception this one time. For you.” You could hear Aisha let out a squeal of happiness, and realized how bad it must be if she uncharacteristically showed excitement.

While cleaning up your old warehouse-turned-safehouse, Aisha’s words echoed in the back of your head. “Some of them are a little... bulky. Let them sleep on the floor.” You tried to protest, asking her, what’s the point of a safehouse if they aren’t resting well, but she dismissed the question. “Trust me. They’re nothing more than cavemen.”

It was 4 AM; foot tapping impatiently and sipping on the third coffee of the night, you smacked your forehead in frustration. It was way past bedtime. After living alongside Aisha for years, anyone would appreciate nights that consist of 8 hours of sleep.

You could certainly appreciate it. Being a daycare teacher, living in a civilian condominium and not engaging in government work was something you couldn’t take for granted. Not after all the shit you’ve seen.

3 brusque knocks sounded on the metal door to your right. Your head snapped to the source, waiting for Aisha to call out the code word.

“LOSERS!” a voice hollered from the other side. You trudged to the door, trying to shake off the dizziness that came with standing up too fast.

Opening the door with caution, you had only blinked a few times before a body pulled you into a tight embrace.

“You’re never this excited to see me. That bad, huh,” you sneered.

“You have no idea.” Aisha pulled out of the hug and turned to face the men who had lined up nearby.

“So… who’s this?” The guy with dirty blonde hair, nerd glasses and a horrible sense of fashion piped up. His whole appearance was an oxymoron to his build - muscles protruded out of the bright pink shirt that hugged him like a second skin. On the other hand, you couldn’t imagine him as anything more than a harmless golden retriever.

“Don’t ask as if you don’t know Jensen,” Aisha groused. You could practically hear her roll her eyes.

“What’s your name, darling?” another guy spoke. He exuded the energy of a leader; you looked him straight in the eyes and gave him your name.

The golden retriever repeated your name as if to try out the taste of it on his tongue. You gave him a lopsided, close-mouthed smile and asked Aisha for her teammates’ names.

“You don’t need to learn their names.” She stalked off, unwilling to be a part of the conversation any longer.

The guy you had assumed was the leader sighed at her attitude before introducing himself as ‘Clay’. He pointed at each person and gave you their titles.

“Okay so you’re Clay, that’s Cougar, Roque,” you skipped over Jake, “and Pooch.”

“Me?” Jake softly inquired.

The rest of the team began picking up their things and walking away, but not before Pooch nudged Jensen with his shoulder and winked. The puppy-like man flushed in response and rubbed the nape of his neck.

“What about you?” you asked once you were alone.

“You didn’t say my name.”

“I know it’s Jake… but can I call you ‘daddy’ instead?”

He froze up, looking at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Relax Jakey,” you put a hand on his chest, “I’m only teasing.” You winked and strutted away, snickering to yourself at how he looked like he was about to pass out.

The entire team was trying to egg you and Jensen on. Well, not the entire team.

Aisha and Roque couldn’t care less, and Cougar did nothing more than smirk at your playful banter.

Often, Jensen would start a conversation that would escalate quickly, your witty dialogue interrupting his rationale. You thought it was adorable how he didn’t know how to respond; a guy like him could have fantastic game, but he was too much of a sweetheart, not the mention, way too awkward.

One particular night, you let down your guard, just enough to actually get to know him.

“You seem like a really supportive uncle,” you commented at his excitement for his niece’s next soccer game.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I wish my parents would have done this for me.”

“Done what?”

“You know… Tell me they’re proud of me.”

“Well Jake... I think you should know, that I’m proud of you for everything you’re doing for the country.”

Jake looked up at you, sporting the signature look of the uncertainty of how to respond. It didn’t take a genius to be able to tell that he wasn’t used to being praised.

“Thank you. That means a lot more than you know,” he quietly responded.

The rest of the night was spent in a solemn, yet understanding silence, one that both of you were oddly comfortable with.

Unfortunately, that would also be the last time you saw him.

Or so you think.

The mission went sour, and for the first time since retirement, you wished you had assisted. Maybe if you assisted, the mission wouldn’t have gone south. Maybe if you assisted... you would have been able to say goodbye.

Without even realizing it, Jake had burrowed a little hole into your heart. You hoped life could go on with the little leak in your pump. Regardless, there is no time for sulking; after all, no amount of reminiscing would change the way things happened.

It had been months after Aisha and the team went back into hiding but you were faring well. Life as you knew it had continued without a trace of the burly, soft man-baby. You almost forgot about the ordeal, up until that day. Perhaps it was fate that had you switch the TV on at that time. You would never know.

A team of rogue CIA agents, presumed to be dead, have now infiltrated a crime branch operating within the US government. They have been pardoned from their status as “Enemies of State” but can no longer work for the CIA taskforce, as their identities have been indefinitely compromised.

You blinked at the screen, watching Aisha’s name and picture appear. Subsequently, there was Clay, Pooch, Jensen, Cougar and Roque. You were happy for them.

Pooch could go back home to his wife. It was hard to imagine what it must have been like for the missus; pregnant and alone. Though you didn’t know Pooch that well, you knew he was a good partner and husband.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your front door shutting and clicking in place. Your hand frantically pressed the ‘volume up’ button on the TV as you hurled for the handgun under your pillow.

Sliding to the wall beside the door, you cautiously peered into the dark hallway and made out a large figure. You huffed quietly before appearing in the doorframe with your gun pointing straight at the mystery guy. At this point, you had a good idea of who it was, but you wanted to mess with him anyway. “Hands up, and not another step forward.”

He tried to speak, but you cut him off.

“Don’t. speak,” you punctuated each word. Reaching for the light switch, you flipped on the hallway light. The dim light revealed your golden retriever standing there with his eyes wide open in fear.

“Don’t shoot?” he said, like a question.

You grinned and tucked the gun into your waistband.

“What are you doing here?”

“Thought I should come see you.”

“You could have knocked, like a normal person.”

He shrugged sheepishly.

“How do you know where I live?” you questioned. To that, he fiddled with his fingers and looked down.

“Only Aisha knows this place. And I know she would have never told you.” You intently stared at him while leaning into the nearest wall and folding your arms.

Jake didn’t want to tell you that he had been stalking you. Every spare moment he had during the remainder of the mission was spent tracking you. After a few weeks, it felt as though you had moved on. It pained him, to say the least.

“I- uhm,” he looked up at you and took a step forward, “Hey, I just-...” He stopped when you reached for your handgun again, now wary of his intentions.

He put his hands back up.

“I wanted to ask you out properly.”

“What do you mean ‘properly’? We were never going out, to begin with.”

Before you understood the spur of movement, Jake lunged for you and plucked the handgun out of your pyjama’s waistband, throwing it over the railing of your staircase. You tried to kick him, but he pricked you without giving you a moment to react.

“What did you give me?” You clutched your neck in the spot he sunk the needle.

“I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to do that,” he exhaled. He tried to hold you, but you weakly pushed him off, still trying to recover from the shock of his betrayal.

“Takes 5 minutes to really work,” he scratched his neck.

Then there was the fight. You gave it your all but with no weapon or leverage, you were going up against 200 pounds of pure muscle who was hell-bent on restraining you for some reason.

2 minutes into the fight, you began to really feel the effects of whatever he gave you. He point-blank caught a punch that you tried to drill into his sternum. You look up at him incredulously, unable to still believe that he was trying to take you down right now.

At last, he snapped.

“Listen to me,” he grasped both your hands.

You momentarily struggled, but your shoulders slumped and you gave up on trying to free your wrists.

“How could you move on without me?” he asked, attempting to look you in your eyes. You wouldn’t meet them.

“Jake, you are delusional! I barely had a crush on you for 5 days,” you cried, letting the wetness spread over your cheeks freely. At this point, it was clear, what he was here for.

“You should know, those 5 days were some of the best in my 29 years of living. I want that for the rest of my life.”

“Why couldn’t you have done this like a normal person?” You finally met his eyes with an excess of tears blurring your vision.

“You keep saying that,” he began, letting go of your arms and wiping your tears, “but you know that you and I are not normal.” Jake leaned down to kiss your forehead.

Your legs were beginning to buckle, but Jake caught you, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He strode into your bedroom as if he had been there a thousand times, put you down on the bed gently, and brushed the hair out of your face.

Here we have Sergeant Linwood ‘Pooch’ and his wife reuniting. It is the first time he has seen her since his last mission, before disappearing. It is also the first time he will be seeing his child. Definitely, an emotion reun-

Your captor turned off the TV and turned to smile at you.

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” he asked, but seemed as if he were talking to himself.

You couldn’t respond, all your muscles now refusing to attend to your demands. Instead, more tears streaked down your face.

“A baby,” he whispered, “Yes, that would be nice.”

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