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Sunscreen
Part of the Summer Lovin' Collection
Jake Jensen x Reader
Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine. all my work is 18+.
Tags: suggestive but fluffy, pet names (honey, babe)
Summary: You find a way to get Jake to wear sunscreen.
Word count: 409
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A/N: it's too hot here. Wear sunscreen peeps.
"AAAH!"
"HOLD STILL!"
"It's cold!"
"It's for your own protection!" You puff out your cheeks at Jake, like a small angry chipmunk. "I'll even warm it up in my hands for you first if you're going to be such a baby about it."
Jake pouts and makes a noise in the back of his throat, unsure of how truthful you're being. You huff and rub the cream on your palms before showing them to him in a means of truce.
"Come on, honey." You plead, already seeing the red marks under his eyes where the glass of his glasses has amplified the power of the sun on his skin. "Whose gonna be there to protect me from all the water balloons if you're catatonic with sunstroke?"
This, it seems, makes Jake concede. He can't leave you to fend for yourself against his friends and family.
He gives you a resigned sigh. "Alright. Fine."
You try not to smile, cupping his face and running your thumbs along his burned cheeks. Trails of sunscreen are left in your wake, until you gently rub it in. It quickly becomes a make shift massage. Your hands trail from his face to his neck, then his shoulders; where a short squeeze of the shoulder muscles makes your boyfriend suppress a sound you know to well.
"Oh," you tease softly, pumping more suncream into your palm. "Bet you're wishing you hand this sooner, huh?"
"Shut up." Jake mumbles, half-heartedly annoyed. He jumps with a squeal when you press, cold creamy hands onto his bare back.
"What was that, babe?" You taunt, furiously rubbing the cream in as he tries to flail miserably away from you.
"Ahh no!" He wriggles beneath you, laughing. "No fair! No fair!"
He flops, then flips, so that you are beneath him instead. He tries to catch his breath but you steal it when you run your hands down his bare torso with a wicked grin.
"There." You say, booping a small blob of cream onto his nose. "Now it's just your legs."
"My-" Jake shivers and shakes his head with a broad grin. "Yes. My legs."
You snort. "Then we will be outside."
"Yes. Outside." Jake nods, moving off of you. "Of course."
"Jake," you narrow your eyes playfully. "Then outside."
"Yeah, yeah. Then outside, I heard you."
Suffice to say, by the time you got outside it was already much, much cooler. And Jake needed another dousing of sunscreen.
End
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Mercy 6
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge Word Count: 4,415 Summary: Jake is the absolute sweetest, and he makes your confidence soar. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Mercenary!babes. Reader is enjoying a sex rotation with the babes, so far. Fluff and silliness. Brief cum eating. Titty fucking. Unprotected sex. Being bathed by another.
A/N: I am embarrassed by how long it’s been since I updated this story 🫣 I was feeling really stuck on it for some reason, but here we go, some progress! And Jakey finally gets his day in the sun hehe.
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You’d been lingering in the kitchen of the safe house because you knew it would be the best place to catch Steve once he returned from his morning run.
And once he finally did, his white t-shirt transparent with sweat and plastered to his torso, your brain actually glitched as you gaped at him, and you forgot why you were waiting around for him in the first place.
“Good morning,” Steve smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he passed by to move toward the fridge and gather ingredients to make his morning protein shake.
“Mmm hmm,” you responded distractedly as you stared after Steve, your gaze dropping to the way his jogging pants clung to the firm curve of his ass.
“Better watch it, sweetheart," you could hear the smile in Steve’s voice as he shifted to work at the counter preparing his shake. “It’s Jensen’s night tonight, but you keep watching me like that, I’m gonna need to bend you over this counter and do something about it.”
“Sorry!” you squeaked, slapping your hands over your eyes to give your brain a moment to reboot. And your heart a moment to return to its normal rhythm.
“Don’t be, I’m not,” Steve teased, sending you a wink once you were done hiding and trying not to outright stare at him. “Were you waiting around for me?”
“Yes, actually,” your gaze turned shy now as you fiddled with your fingers, feeling Steve’s eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to broach whatever topic was on your mind. “You know how Jake set aside that money for me?”
“Yeah, you need to access it?”
You nodded, peeking over at Steve. “I’d really like to get some new clothes and essentials. With how quickly everything happened, and just, the craziness of that night, I didn’t do a very good job at packing, and there’s just stuff I need, and want.”
“Hey,” Steve moved across the kitchen, until he was looming over you. His hands felt so big and warm as they cupped your upper arms and gave you a gentle squeeze. “It’s your money, and you don’t need to justify using it. I’ll make sure Jensen sets you up so you have direct access to everything. "I'm sorry I didn’t think of that until now.”
“No, it’s okay! You all have been so generous.” You hesitated, biting your lower lip as your next ask teetered on the tip of your tongue.
“Go on,” Steve encouraged with a soft smile. “I like when you ask for what you want, when you put yourself first.”
Your belly fluttered before you asked, “Do you think maybe you could take me into town to go shopping for everything I need?”
“Of course. We’ll go today–”
“Well, we don’t have to! I’m sure you’re very busy and–” your words turned into a startled squeak as Steve pressed close and kissed you quiet.
“I’m never too busy for you,” he murmured, stealing another kiss before pulling away with a grin. “Plus, I think it will be fun–watching you try on a bunch of clothes.”
Your face warmed as he winked at you, but before you could respond, Lloyd appeared in the doorway, as if summoned by the talk of fashion.
“Did someone say shopping spree? Count me in,” he declared, dropping his hands to his hips and giving a thrust.
Steve rolled his eyes as you giggled, and Lloyd shot his superior a glare.
“You know I have an eye for fashion,” he sniffed. Lloyd’s annoyed gaze shifted to you, and softened. “Come on, pumpkin, you want me to tag along, right? I’m the only one in this house who actually likes to shop. And we’ll get you all dolled up real fast.”
You peeked over at Steve to see if he truly looked put out at the idea of Lloyd joining in on your outing, but he just seemed amused as he met your gaze and gave a small nod. If anything, he liked that you were getting on so well with the team.
“Okay,” you smiled at Lloyd. “It will be fun.”
“You bet your sweet ass it will be fun.”
You were still buzzing from your outing earlier with Steve and Lloyd, your smile so big as you glanced at yourself in the mirror and gave a little spin. Your cute new dress flared out around your thighs, and you laughed, feeling pretty–and much more like yourself than you had in a long time.
You’d been under your father’s thumb for so long, in every possible way, even when it came to what you wore, that you forgot how freeing–and soothing–it could be to just… be yourself, wear what made you happy and comfortable.
It seemed such a small, meaningless thing, but you felt so happy in a way you hadn’t in years.
So you had a little bounce in your step as you made your way to Jake’s bedroom. You were excited to spend some time with him, because out of all of the mercenaries, he seemed the most normal.
Down to earth, sweet, funny.
Truly, Jake was just the icing on the cake of your already great day.
You knocked on his door, and barely a second later, it swung open to reveal Jake grinning big and warm, and wearing a t-shirt that looked like a tuxedo.
“Your shirt is so cute!” you giggled.
“Thanks!” Jake’s grin widened as he glanced down at himself. “It’s kind of the only way I could get dressed up for you, so much of my stuff is just tac gear or novelty shirts, so…”
“I love it,” you assured him.
“And you! Wow, you look…wow,” Jake stuttered, his eyes taking their time inching over you as you stood before him, nervously wringing your hands.
“Thank you,” you whispered, biting back a stupid smile as your eyes flickered down to your feet.
“So, um, come in!” Jake encouraged you as he stepped back and waved you inside his room eagerly. Once you were inside and glancing around curiously, he closed the door behind you both before stepping up beside you, his gaze following to where yours was fixed.
Jake’s room as a whole was tidy, with everything in its place, but it was the small two-seater table across the room that had your eyes lighting up.
It had been set like at a fancy restaurant; there were lit candles in the center of it, lending ambiance to the room. You weren’t sure what was in the takeout food containers set between the plates and glasses, but whatever it was smelled heavenly and had your stomach growling loud enough to make you cringe in embarrassment.
“It’s okay,” Jake chuckled, shifting his weight beside you. “I’m starving too. You wanna eat now?”
You glanced over at him, your eyes soft as you nodded, because Jake looked just as nervous–and slightly awkward–as you. As he went to step away, you reached for him, your fingers touching his wrist, and then finding his hand so you could give it a squeeze.
“Thank you for doing this, Jake, it’s so sweet.”
He blushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, shrugging those big, round shoulders of his as he gave you a small smile. “It’s no big deal.”
“To me, it is. You’ve made me feel special.”
“You are special,” Jake returned, his brows furrowed a little, like he thought this truth was the most obvious thing in the world.
Belly swooping, you followed Jake over to the dinner setup, giggling as he acted the gentleman and pushed in your chair for you before darting over to take his own seat across from you.
“I hope you like Thai food? There’s this awesome restaurant a few towns over, so that’s what I got for tonight.”
You nodded eagerly, your tummy rumbling again and making Jake laugh. He was quick to serve the food, until both your plates were full and you both dove into your meals,
chatting in between bites and learning more about each other.
Jake told you about his sister and nieces that he missed so much, and how he always used to attend all of their soccer games. In return, you told him about your mother, and how helping her in her garden had always been your favorite way to spend time together.
“I’m sorry you had to leave it behind,” Jake frowned, pushing his now empty plate away. “I bet that was really hard.”
You swallowed against the lump in your throat, mustering a smile and shrug so you didn’t totally kill the fun vibe that had been brewing between you.
“Hey, I bet one day, you’ll have a new garden–your own garden–and it will be amazing!” Jake smiled, his eyes bright in a way that made you believe that he really did wish that for you.
“Yeah, I bet you’re right,” you smiled back at him.
You took a moment to just really take him in. His fluffy hair and bright blue eyes, his handsome features and ridiculously built body. Jake really was so handsome, but it was the kindness in his eyes that kept drawing you gaze again and again.
It was so strange, that you had spent so much of your life despised for merely existing, and now, you were becoming surrounded by people who seemed to genuinely care for you, who looked at you like you mattered, like they wanted what was best for you.
It was Jake’s resulting smile that made you realize you were smiling at him like a dope, and you gave an embarrassed, nervous giggle as you plucked your napkin from your lap and set it down beside your finished meal.
“You know uh…” Jake hesitated, rubbing his hands along his thighs as he sat back in his seat. He was blushing again–rosier than before–as he continued, “We don’t have to, yanno, if you don’t want to.”
“Oh.” You blinked, straightening in your seat as your fingers fell to twist the hem of your dress. “Do you… not want to?”
“No!!” Jake said it so loudly, you both winced. “Sorry. I uh want to. Like, wow do I want to,” he emphasized, making you giggle. “But also, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything."
Feeling yourself melt at his thoughtfulness, you reached across the table, setting your hand on top of his as you met his gaze and gave him a warm smile.
“How about we just see where the night takes us? No pressure for either of us.”
“Okay! I’d really like that.”
The two of you moved over to the small loveseat against the far wall, chatting some more. Jake told you how he had joined the team, how he felt like he was making a difference even if most people didn’t know about it, but that he also really missed his family.
And something about how sad he looked as he muttered that confession had you leaning over and kissing his cheek.
Jake stilled, turning to look at you with wide eyes, and you found yourself smiling as your gaze flickered to his parted lips, the plumpness of which drew you in closer and closer.
You heard Jake’s breath hitch a second before your lips met his, and then your eyes closed and your pussy fluttered at the guttural groan that rose up at the back of Jake’s throat.
Something about how careful Jake was with touching you–his hands hesitant to frame your face–and then his thumbs gently gliding back and forth along your cheeks, it made you feel so special, so desirable and wanted.
It had you clambering into his lap until you were straddling him, and you both pulled away from each other’s mouths long enough to exchange wide-eyed wanting looks before you were sinking into another round of sweet, frantic kisses.
When you started to rock in his lap, seeking friction, Jake moaned, pulling back and panting as he met your floaty gaze and asked, “You wanna move over to the bed?”
He grinned as you nodded enthusiastically, the two of you nearly tripping over each other in your rush to relocate. You both fell atop the bed together, giggling and breathing heavy as Jake leaned up over you and took a moment to just look at you.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers reaching out to caress along your face. “And so soft. And smell so good.” He ducked lower, tucking his face against the side of your neck and breathing in deep before exhaling a “Hnnngh,” against your skin and making you laugh.
You continued to giggle as Jake snuffled along your neck, your fingers sinking into his hair, gently stroking the blonde locks as you told him, “You’re very sweet.”
Jake pressed a kiss against the top of your chest before pulling away, his gaze meeting yours–both eager and tentative–as he asked, “Can we take this off?” he tugged at your dress.
“Of course,” you nodded, the two of you quickly working together to rid you of your new dress.
“Oh god, boobs,” Jake breathed as his gaze fell to your chest, which was encased by one of your pretty new bras.
He reached for your chest without thinking–his gaze going glassy–and just a beat before he touched you, he remembered himself. Pulling up short, he gave you a sheepish grin as he asked if he could touch you.
Feeling all fluttery that he was seeking consent, you nodded again, shyness creeping up on you as things got steamier.
You gasped as Jake groped your tits, his hands so big against your softness, the weight of him settling over you now too as he shifted closer.
His thumbs caught in the edge of lace cupping you, and he tugged it lower, until your nipples popped free and he could pluck at them, making you gasp and arch up into his touch.
“This okay?” Jake asked, his voice deeper than before, huskier, as his lust-darkened gaze flickered up to yours.
“Y-yeah,” you trembled, licking your dry lips as you told him, “You can take it off if you want, my bra.”
“Hell yeah I want,” Jake nodded, his hands already moving to slip off the pretty, lacy piece. “Fucccck me, you’re so hot,” he groaned once you were bare save for your cute panties.
His touch was firmer now as he cupped both your breasts and squeezed until you were gasping and writhing beneath him. When he dropped his head to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, you moaned, spreading your legs and rutting up against Jake’s hips, desperately seeking friction.
Groaning, he pulled away from your tit with a wet pop before showing the other just as much attention.
“Jake, please,” you begged, your body nearly vibrating with need now as you pawed at him.
“Wait, I… there’s something I wanna do first, before we, yanno,” he confessed.
Pressing your thighs together, you tried not to pout as you asked, “What?”
He blushed so hard, he resembled a tomato, as he asked, “Can I please uh fuck your tits? I just… I’ve always wanted to do that, but always felt weird asking, but you… you make me feel brave.”
“How are you being this sweet right now?” you marveled before reaching for the back of Jake’s neck and yanking him in for a very ardent kiss. “And yes, you can do that,” you whispered, too shy to say it out loud, but your pussy was leaking a small river at the idea of fulfilling one of Jake’s naughty fantasies.
“You’re the best,” Jake grinned, nearly falling off the bed in his excitement to undress.
You giggled, reaching out to help steady him, and then your eyes were going wide as dinner plates once Jake was completely naked and you realized just how built he was. You swore every single one of his muscles was either bulging or defined, his body looking like that of a Greek god as he hovered over you.
“Wow,” you breathed, reaching out to trail your fingers down Jake’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful, Jake.”
“I am?”
“Yeah,” you laughed, meeting his gaze and giving him a soft smile. “Really, really, really beautiful. Like a work of art.”
He puffed out his chest, looking very pleased–and genuinely surprised–by your admiration. “Thanks.”
Your fingers kept trailing lower, and you bit your bottom lip as you caressed along the head of his cock, your fingers coming away sticky and covered in his pre-cum. You met Jake’s gaze as you sucked your fingers into your mouth, making a delighted sound at the briny taste of his cream.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Jake grunted, his cock twitching as he dropped a hand to grip himself. “You keep doing stuff like that, and I’m not gonna last long at all.”
“Well then you better hurry up and get to the good stuff, huh?” you grinned at him.
In the back of your mind, you were surprised at yourself–at how playful you were being, how teasing–but something about Jake made you feel confident. Maybe it was the way he had this genuine air of awe for you–to be with you–but it made you feel sexy.
And it made you want to make him feel good, too. Really good.
So you didn’t even cringe or shy away at all as you cupped your breasts and held them together in offering.
“Ohhh my god, it’s happening,” Jake whispered, his gaze glossing over and his lips parted and he moved to straddle your torso.
His gasp when he pressed his hard, warm cock between the softness of your tits was so wrecked already that it had you gushing into your panties, squirming beneath him as you stared up and watched–mesmeraized–as Jake began to gently rut against your chest.
“Oh my god,” he groaned as you pressed your curves around him more firmly, increasing the pressure around his cock, until his head was dropping back in ecstasy, and he lost himself to his pleasure.
When his tempo increased, his rhythm starting to falter, you found yourself sticking out your tongue, trying your best to catch the flushed, leaking crown of Jake’s cock on his next thrust.
At the first feel of your tongue lapping at his head, Jake’s eyes shot open, his head darting up, his gaze big and shocked and so turned on as you did it again, then again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, curling over you and gripping the headboard as he stilled.
“You can,” you told him, “I don’t mind, I want you to.”
“Wanna cum inside you,” Jake whispered, staring down at you in awe. “And I wanna make you cum, too.”
“So do it.”
Laughing at your cheeky grin, Jake scrambled away from you, then on top of you properly, not even asking–not that you minded–as he yanked off your underwear and carelessly tossed them behind him.
“Oh, thank god,” he breathed once his fingers dragged along your slit and found you soaked and messy for him. “God, you’re so wet.”
“Well, you put on quite the show, Jakey,” you grinned shyly at him.
“Yeah?” he looked very chuffed that you found all of this–found him–as sexy as he found you.
“Mmmhmm, now please, I’m so worked up,” you whined, spreading your legs wider. “I think I’ll cum without any real effort at all.”
“Thank god two point oh, because I’m ready to blow,” Jake laughed, sinking down between your thighs and lining himself up.
You both moaned as he drove into you slowly. The sharp gasp was spilling past your lips before you even realized it, because Jake was so thick. Like, yes, you had seen he had a very impressive cock, but to feel it inside of you, stretching your inner walls to their limits...
It had your head falling back on a ragged, “Oh my god!” as Jake finally bottomed out with a primal grunt and a sharp rut for good measure.
“You feel incredible,” he panted, dropping his forehead to yours.
You fluttered wildly at his praise, making him moan and rock against you in response.
“Oh god, I’m really not gonna last, please don’t judge me,” Jake laughed nervously, but he looked a little panicked as his chest heaved and he tried to remain very very still.
Concentrating less on how desperate you were to cum, and more on Jake–on his momentary insecurity–you opened your eyes and met his gaze without wavering. Cradling his cheek with your palm, you gave him a soft smile.
“Jake, I never would. You’ve been amazing, in so many ways,” you assured him. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll be right there with you, so, let’s just… do this thing.”
Snickering, Jake dropped the rest of his weight on top of you, making you murmur in approval as he curled one of his arms over the top of your head and began to fuck you.
You moaned on his very first thrust, arching up against him as you begged him to go, “Harder, faster, please!”
“Fuck,” Jake groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he started to pound into you.
You keened as he hit a spot that had your body lighting up in a brand new way, making a choked squeal of a sound as you cried, “Right there, oh my god, please don’t stop!”
Hnnnghing against your sweaty neck, Jake doubled down, fucking you like you wanted and having enough functioning brain cells left to dig his free hand between your bodies so he could rub your clit to hopefully push you to the edge before he himself fell over it.
You gasped at the added stimulation, your eyes slamming shut as you felt that delightful build up start deep in your core.
“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted, your hips rocking and rising to meet the thrust of Jake’s cock, your words dying away into unintelligible gasps and cries as you got closer and closer to your climax.
“Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, Jesus Christ,” Jake’s string of curses and nonsense, along with the way he was relentlessly plowing into you now, rocking the whole bed as he desperately sought his own orgasm–found so much pleasure in your very willing body–it tipped you right over that glorious ledge.
You came with a sharp, ragged cry, each and every muscle in your body locking up tight as your pussy went wild–fluttering and clenching so hard it sent Jake rocketing over the edge right after you.
You were still riding the wave of your pleasure as you felt Jake cum inside you, his spend a thick, warm gush that made you moan and flutter all over again as you squirmed beneath him.
“Fuccccck,” Jake groaned against your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to have you whimpering and clenching around him until he was babbling as you milked his cock of every last drop of cum.
The two of you clung to each other tightly, both breathing hard–like you had just run a marathon together–as Jake sank against you, feeling just as boneless as you yourself felt.
There was a long, pleasant stretch of silence as the two of you took your time coming down from your highs. You were nearly dozing with your lips tilted into an almost smile as Jake nuzzled against your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin like he was wordlessly thanking you for making him feel so good.
“I have one more surprise for you,” he eventually murmured, his head popping up as he looked as mussed and wrecked as you were sure you yourself looked right about now.
“You do?” you smiled like a dope. “I hope it’s close by so we don’t have to move because I don’t think my legs will work after that.”
Laughing, Jake shook his head, pouting a little as he broke the bad news that, “We have to walk just a little, but not far, I promise. And I’ll shoulder your weight so you barely need to walk at all.”
“My hero,” you giggled tiredly, groaning as Jake finally pulled away from you before helping you out of bed.
You didn’t even feel self-conscious to be naked and leaking his cum, still feeling nothing but giddy and satisfied as you curled close to Jake’s side and allowed him to lead you just a few feet away to the closed bathroom door.
And when he opened it, he stole your breath away yet again, because awaiting you in the small space was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the sink counter, and a bath tub rim decorated with candles and rose petals, setting the mood for what you knew would be a relaxing, luxurious bath.
“Oh my god, Jake! You’re so sweet! I can’t believe you did this for me!”
His smile was shy as he led you over to sit on the edge of the tub before kneeling beside it and cranking on the water. You watched as he doctored the steamy rush with a bubble bath that smelled incredible, and once the tub was perfect for soaking, Jake took your hand and helped you settle in.
“Join me?” you asked hopefully.
“Actually,” Jake looked the shyest you had seen yet. “If it’s okay, I’d really like to bathe you.”
You blinked at him, your shyness creeping up again at that, but you couldn’t help the small smile that curled your lips as you sank back against the porcelain with a quiet, “Okay.”
“Yeah?” Jake perked up, looking more hopeful and less shy as you met his gaze.
“Yeah.”
Smiling, he settled on his knees, reaching for a colorful loofah and pouring some body wash onto it. “I know I’m not as suave or experienced as the others,” he confessed. “But I just… I want you to feel appreciated. And beautiful, because you are.”
Feeling your belly flutter, you caught Jake’s free hand, twining your fingers together as you replied, “I feel both of those things, Jake, thanks to you.”
And it was the truth.
You felt beautiful, appreciated, and so very, very cared for as Jake gently began to wash you, looking so focused and intent as he drew the loofah over your skin, and lulled you into a state of utter, boneless bliss.
AHHHH! Jakey! The sinful sweetheart sunshine boi we all deserve!!!! I so hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please take a moment to let me know your thoughts! Also, maybe buckle up for what’s coming up next ::nervous laughter::
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Golden Boy
Dog shifter!Jake Jensen x female reader (nicknamed Birdie)
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🐾tags/warnings: none for this part
Summary: After a visit from Officer Jones, you and Jake finally talk some more.
Word count: 2.5k-ish
It took longer than you cared to admit to get back to sleep. Jake's presence was somehow still comforting, yet, your mind was buzzing with a thousand thoughts that wouldn't quiet. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly and you had to remind yourself to breathe normally multiple times as you patiently waited for Jake's snoring to start. It made you smile knowing he snored as both a man and a dog.
The predicament you know found yourself in created more upon more questions that you didn't think Jake was best suited to answer, or even know. Like, for example, was he born a shifter or created? And would it be rude to ask him that in the morning?
You tried not to toss and turn as you struggled to keep your thoughts at bay, eventually succumbing to sleep. But not before you had a mental list of questions to bring to Jake and multiple plans to ensure your safety - just in case.
You forgot all but three questions to ask when you awoke the next morning, and only one contingency plan which so happened to be run away. You also knew that that plan was about as useful as a chocolate mug since Jake looked like he could run faster than you in human form, not just as a dog.
Sighing as you swing your legs out of bed, you can smell a sweet scent in the air. Pancakes.
As you enter the kitchen, Jake was wearing a blanket around his waist and not much else, as he flipped another pancake onto a pile of perfectly golden ones on a plate next to him. You stared at the muscles on his back as he worked before he shot you a smile and said good morning.
You really hoped he hadn't noticed your staring as you took your seat, muttering a bashful good morning of your own before he set the giant stack in front of you.
"Oh, thanks." You pick up the syrup the was waiting for you on the table and drowned your pancakes, before adding a blob of butter. You ignore the tightness in your chest when Jake does the same. "I have a bathrobe upstairs. It's way too big for me if you want to wear that."
"Really?" Jake asks, syrup sliding over his chin. "You wouldn't mind?"
You shake your head. "Not at all."
Not if it stops me from going all goo-goo-eyed.
"Thanks." Jake pauses as he spears one of his pancakes. "How are you feeling? About our... situation?"
"I kinda feel weird about it." You admit taking a bite of a syrupy pancake. "I mean, you were my dog and secretly you were this hot guy all along. It's like that Supernatural episode-"
"But you think I'm hot." Jake interupts and your eyes narrow over at him as your cheeks burn. His head dips and he gives you an apologetic look through his lashes. "Sorry. Continue."
"I keep forgetting that you're not-" You're about to say a dog but instead say, "-that you're a human being. Sorta. Kinda? What-" you shake your head as if physically shaking the question of what are you, actually? away from your tongue. It seemed rude. You sigh at your pancake. "Nevermind."
"It's ok." Jake says with a smile. "I don't really know either."
You manage a meager smile back. "Well, you make really good pancakes."
Jake's smile broadens and he's about to say something when there's a knock at the front door.
"Miss L/N?" A male voice calls out. "It's Officer Jones."
"Uhhh, yeah!" You shout back. "I'll be right-" you go to shoot Jake a look of panic but when you look around he's disappeared. "-there."
You try to act as calm as possible when you answer the door and let the officer in. He's in plain clothes, like the others before and flashes you his police badge from under his jacket. He scans the room as he enters, before he settles on you and you try to look innocent (although you're not sure what you'd be guilty of) whilst your mind races about where Jake disappeared to.
Is he okay? Would he have changed back in time? Where was he?
"You good?" Officer Jones asks, handing you over a small bag of groceries. It was only the weekly must-haves; bread, eggs milk. Survivable things.
"Uh, yeah, um…" You shake your head and smile nervously. "I just… I had some pretty bad nightmares last night and I'm a bit frazzled."
It's not a total lie. You were prone to nightmares.
Officer Jones seems to believe you and nods seriously. "Good news is perimeter looks fine, though so you can put your mind at ease." He gives you a reassuring smile before adding, "Besides, don't you have that dog to protect you?"
"I- yes!" You clap your hands together, hoping Officer Jones didn't notice the look of bafflement at the mention of Jake's dog form. You'd almost forgotten everyone else thought he was just a dog. "I do. Yes."
"Have you come up with a name for him yet?" Officer Jones chuckles. "Back at the precinct everyone tells me you call him Goldie."
"Aha…" You begin awkwardly. "My golden boy."
"That's it!" Jones says, snapping his fingers. "You have to have thought of a better name by now."
"Uh - yeah. It's Jake." You say, immediately feeling stupid.
Who's going to know? Or even guess?
"Jake?" Officer Jones pulls a face. "A human name for a dog?"
You shrug comically. "He acts more human than dog."
More than you'll ever know.
The officer chuckles,"Yeah, my dog is exactly the same."
"Ohhh, what dog do you have?" You ask, inviting him further inside. "I really need some pointers."
Officer Jones closes the door quietly and follows you through to the kitchen, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, actually, it's my girlfriend's dog. And she's hardly trained."
He goes onto explain that Muffin is a very happy, very pampered pooch Lassa Lapso who lives in the city centre, and her tricks include sleeping and knowing whether or not the food she is given is high quality, expensive chow.
"Sounds like you've got your hands full." You tease, hurriedly clearing away the two plates that were left out before he notices. "Jake will eat anything."
As if on cue, Jake appears, shiny golden coat reflecting the middle morning sun. He makes a disgruntled sound, obviously catching the last part of your statement, before giving Officer Jones a cautionary sniff.
Officer Jones squats and ruffles Jake's fur. Knowing what you now know about him, you aren't sure if you should find the affectionate cooing Officer Jones makes over your dog-not-dog endearing or downright strange. It makes you wonder if Jake feels uncomfortable by the constant attention - but from his lolling tongue and wagging tail it doesn't seem to.
"He's real handsome." Officer Jones says finally before standing. "It's good you've got something to protect you and keep you company."
"Yeah," you say, subconsciously fussing Jake when he comes to sit next to you. "I'm really lucky I found him."
"Definitely." Officer Jones smiles again - friendliness rolling from him. He was much nicer to deal with than Officer Chuckles. "If there's nothing you want to report, if you haven't noticed anything strange recently or if you're not settling in, I'll just do a quick walk round the perimeter and report back to the precinct?"
"Yeah, sure." You nod. "I've not noticed anything recently - and I'm doing much better with Jake around."
Officer Jones nods. "Alrighty. I'll stay out of your hair and let you know once the ." He flashes a smile down at Jake. "Nice to finally meet you, bud."
Jake does his usual excited happy dance and a short howl that makes you both laugh. Officer Jones buds you both goodbye and begins a quick perimeter search, leaving both you and Jake in the kitchen.
It's extremely strange. The behaviours he now exhibits are no longer cute but entirely human. He doesn't brush up against you for more scritches, but waits patiently next to you for the officer to come back with the all clear. You half expect him to start speaking to you in dog-form any second.
His gold ears move and twitch to sounds you can't hear, nostrils occasionally flaring at the scent of something new. New questions begin to take form in your head and so many more when he turns to look at you quizically with big brown eyes you were sure were blue when he was human.
Today was going to be a long day.
Once officer Jones had given the all clear and the hum of the undercover car became nonexistent, Jake politely toddled upstairs. You sat patiently on the couch, stroking the sides of your warm mug of tea in an effort to soothe your nerves. You didn't know why you felt anxious but you were glad that it was more of an excitable anxiety than terror.
When Jake reappeared, he was human again and donning the bathrobe you mentioned. It seemed to fit him perfectly - even if it was just a tad short on his legs.
"Hey," you smile awkwardly, knowing you're trying so hard to act normal in such an un-normal situation.
"Hey." Jake says and rubs the back of his head, eyes to the floor. Seems he was just as awkward as you.
"So, um," you shrug, attempting nonchalance. And failing miserably. "The whole-" you gesture vaguely to his body. "-shifter thing. Honestly? Not the worst thing in the world."
Jake beams at you, and playfully tugs at the collar of the robe in a proud, mayoral fashion. "That's reassuring to hear. And look, I swear, I wasn't trying to be weird or a creep or-"
You cut him off with a small wave of your hand. You're smiling softly, genuinely, but you can't help that it's bitter. "You were trying to survive. I can't judge you for that."
Jake makes a gentle hum sound - between a thank you and an I'm sorry you went through that - that makes your heart warm. You're glad he doesn't try to apologise or speak further on the matter. You don't want to confront that demon yet.
Your eyes flicker back to his and you're taken by surprise to see that he's squinting down at the book you'd picked off the shelf while waiting for Officer Jones to finish his checks.
"You... ok?" You ask.
"Sorry- erm..." Jake looks sheepish. "I usually have glasses."
"Glasses?" Now that he mentions it, you can't look away from his face trying to imagine him with glasses.
It's a mistake. You remembered him being hot, though you'd been to pre-occupied by the fact your dog was suddenly a man to really appreciate his features. He had a perfectly chiseled nose that you found hard to imagine glasses sitting a top of, pink pouted lips that you knew would melt your heart if he paired them with that puppy-dog look he's mastered and, worse still; his body was lean but muscular - and covered in dark golden hair. He was built like he was pulled from a romance novel.
"Yeah, I usually have them in a safe area so I can see when I shift back." Jake continues, seemingly unaware of your inner-processing.
"Is that why your eyes change colour?"
"You noticed?" Jake blinks at you and you can feel heat rise up your neck as he smiles. "Yeah - dogs eyes are almost always brown. So, I guess as an evolutionary thing I always have brown eyes as a golden since it would look weird if I didn't."
"Makes sense." You nod. "Is your eyesight better when you're a dog?"
"Yeah," Jake shrugs. "Most of my senses are heightened as a human but all are increased as a dog."
"That's-" you catch Jake's look of worry and smile. "-really cool."
"You think so?" He brightens.
"Yeah," You say trying not to laugh - but his energy is infectious. "Is it the same for all shifters?"
"Mostly. Eyesight being the biggest issue - really depends on what you shift into." The more he talks the more animated he becomes, clearly excited by getting to share this information. "Like I knew a guy who shifted into a cat. Man, that was so awkward - I chased him up a tree. His eyesight was fine but he suffered with chronic fatigue."
Jake eyes the spot on the sofa beside you cautiously and on impulse you smack to call him up; immediately recoiling. However, Jake chuckles and plops down ungracefully next to you whilst still maintaining a respectful distance.
You take a sip of your coffee thoughtfully. "Do you know many shifters?"
Jake shakes his head. "It was mainly my family. The community is small and so far as I know many shifters like keeping to themselves."
You hum distantly. "So you didn't really have a big support system for all of these changes?"
Jake blows out a long breath as he thinks of what to say and you watch him carefully. It was nice to be able to have a conversation with someone that wasn't a cop or detective or lawyer. It was nice for your dog to talk back. Still, you didn't know him very well and you should be on your guard... but something about Jake told you you were safe with him. Something about him made you comfortable. Relaxed.
Even when you thought you shouldn't be.
"My mom did her best for me and my sister. She was great." He says finally. "That's all I needed."
You huff a little chuckle, somewhat envious. "I'm glad. And a sister? That's new."
"And a niece." Jake says proudly. "And before you ask, being a shifter is a genetic thing. I don't know how or why - but if you're worried I'll bite you to turn you it doesn't work like that."
"I wasn't," You say playfully. "Until you mentioned it."
Jake looks so terrified for a brief second you can't help but laugh. "I'm kidding! If you wanted to have bitten me, you'd have done so by now."
Jake breathes a sigh of relief and smiles sheepishly. "Sorry."
"It's fine." You wave him off dismissively with a smile. "Look, I could order some glasses online if you know your perscription and if I can get away with ordering an air-bed-"
"I'm happy sleeping on the floor!" Jake interjects. "I was in the special forces. Just gimme a pillow and a blanket and I'll sleep like a baby.
"Absolutely not!" You gasp. Jake only shrugs.
"Or I can sleep on the sofa - so long as I wake up early."
"I can take the sofa." You say defiantly. "And if you're not happy with that then we can take turns."
"Deal." Jake says quickly. "But I'll sleep down here tonight since you didn't get a fullnight's rest last night."
You roll your eyes but your heart skips at his thoughtfulness. "Okay, let's get you some glasses and I'll make a list of some snacks to stock up on."
Part 6 END
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Dream Home - Jake Jensen
Pairing: Jake Jensen x F!Reader
Word Count: 3037
Summary: Jake's been spending a lot of time away from you lately, and he's about to show you what he's been up to.
Warnings: none
A/N: I originally wrote this as part of yenzys-lucky-charm and sweater-daddiesdumbdork's Horny Hoes Hootenanny (on Tumblr). While it's still going to be part of a larger series now, I wanted to go ahead and repost it while I work on the other parts when I have time. It was a fun story to write, and I'm quite proud of it. I hope you enjoy.
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A smile graced your features as you noted the time.
5:00 PM. Friday.
The weekend has finally arrived.
While the week wasn’t a bad one by any means, you couldn’t help noting the release of work tension from your shoulders. It dropped further as you shut your work computer down and gathered your things.
Before you walked to your car, you shot Jake a text, telling him you were on your way home.
Oh, you couldn’t wait to see him most of all.
It’s been a rare sight to see your sweet boyfriend these last few weeks. Whenever you questioned him about his long or sudden absences, he’d tell you it was something work related. A special, hush-hush mission that he couldn’t get into with you then. He’d tell you when he could. He always did.
You could live with him keeping his secrets, but you were struggling with how little you’d seen him. Never had his previous missions been quite like this where he’d disappeared at the weirdest hours, or he’d drop conversations on the phone if he sensed you nearby.
If this had been the earlier days of your relationship, you might’ve suspected Jake of cheating. But if you’d learned anything about Jake Jensen, it was how utterly and deeply besotted he was with you. He worshipped you every chance he got. Spoiled you, too.
It helped that you did the same for him. One of your greatest pleasures was getting him to stutter or blush whenever you found the perfect little doodad for him.
No, if you were being honest, he’d gotten weird not long after you made a most heartbreaking discovery on your favorite home-browsing website.
You still recalled the day you learned your dream home had gone on the market. It was a cute Victorian-style home complete with turrets and gables. The intricate scrollwork and other details made it feel like a little girl’s dollhouse come to life. You could well imagine building a future and a family with Jake in this home. Holidays would be postcard-perfect and could even indulge both yours and Jake’s love for having the best dressed place throughout the year. You could even picture Jake getting into some type of decorating competition with the neighbors.
In a snap, the house went from For Sale to Pending Sale to Sold.
Your dream crumbled before your eyes.
Sure, you could always find a different house to build a home and family with Jake. But deep in your heart, you knew it would never be the same. It wouldn’t be like you imagined and even shared on occasion with Jake whenever he joined you on your home-browsing adventures.
You’d even made a game of it. Some days, you’d share ridiculous homes with outrageous price points or the gaudiest interiors you could find. Other days, you’d share cuter homes that more suited both yours and Jake’s needs.
Jake would do the same, especially during downtime on one of his missions. He swore it helped him stay focused on what he was fighting for. You. The life he wanted with you. The future he saw for himself because of you.
Neither of you had broached the topic of marriage, but you knew without a doubt Jake was it for you and you for him. A piece of paper and a pair of rings weren’t necessary, even if both your families hinted that they did.
Coming into your shared apartment, you called out, “I’m home.”
Silence answered.
You checked your phone to see Jake had read your text, but he hadn’t responded.
Another night spent alone as far as you could tell, but you refused to let it get you down. Dropping your stuff on the closest chair in your living room, you strode toward your bedroom and ensuite bathroom. If you were going to have the place to yourself, then you were going to make the most of it.
A long, hot shower with your favorite bath products was the first order of business. Nothing ever felt as good as washing away the workday, or more so, the work week. Well, maybe a hug from your cuddly boyfriend, but a nice shower worked, too.
Comfy clothes followed, which meant a raid of Jake’s side of the closet. If you couldn’t have him personally, then you were going to make sure you had his scent surrounding you. It didn’t take long to pull out your favorite of his graphic tees and a pair of his softest sweatpants. You completed your ensemble with some of the fuzzy socks he’d given you during one of your first sleepovers.
At least, your night was already looking a little better, even if you were without your greatest comfort.
What you didn’t count on was Jake standing in the bedroom doorway. It took everything in you not to yelp in surprise.
Your surprise soon shifted to concern when you took in Jake’s state. He was clearly out of breath and frankly a little frantic for your tastes. You couldn’t imagine what had happened to elicit such a reaction, but you were determined to find out.
“What’s wrong, Jakey?”
Jake shook his head while taking giant gulps of air. His glasses sat askew on his nose and his clothes had several streaks across them that had you more than a little alarmed. If you didn’t know better, you would say he’d just returned from the worst battlefield. It was impossible since he’d been home when you left for work that morning. Wasn’t it?
Your anxiety had you closing the distance between you, but Jake’s hand shot up, stalling you.
“Stay there, pumpkin,” he said between breaths. “I’m okay.”
It wasn’t lost on you he’d started using his fall-themed nickname for you or the date that day. Jake never forgot the first days of each season, shifting your nickname accordingly. But you had more pressing concerns at the moment, namely the state Jake came home in.
“You sure about that? Jake, you’re covered in…” you let your words trail off in the hopes he’d fill in the blank.
His hands plucked at his clothing while his face twisted in a grimace.
“It’s paint. I swear, pumpkin. Just let me clean up, then I’ve got a surprise for you. If you’re up for one anyway. I don’t want to presume after you just got off work. I’d totally understand if you don’t want to get out again, but I’d really like to show you what I’ve been working on. It can totally wait though I don’t know if I can keep this secret much longer. It’s been killing me, pumpkin, not telling you what I’ve been up to, and I just really, really want to show you.”
Knowing he’d keep going if you let him, you ignored his earlier request to stay back. With two steps, you erased the distance between you two and pressed your hand over Jake’s mouth. It took another second or two for his anxious, buzzing self to realize what you’d done and for him to stop his adorable rambling. Oh, how you adored this man and how flustered he could still get around you.
This close, you realized what you took as alarming concerns were a bit overblown. Sure, Jake was disheveled and shook, but that wasn’t so much from a fear response. No, it was nerves of a different kind, an excited kind. While he might appear to be battle-dirty, you could make out glitter under the paint. Whatever he’d been doing, it wasn’t mission-oriented or military, but it was something he’d been enthusiastically working on. Just for you, you realized. That eased your anxiety and brought a small smile to your lips.
When you were certain he wouldn’t start up again, you moved your hand and fixed his glasses. The smile he sent you had warmth blooming in your chest. Leaning in, you spotted the only clean patch of skin you could find near his jaw and pressed a kiss there. A soft sigh released from him at your gesture.
“Jakey, I’d love to go anywhere with you.” You pressed another kiss to the same patch of skin. “Show me your surprise.” One more kiss. “Please, my love.” A final kiss and a sweet smile to follow your words as you tilted your head to see him better.
You’d never get tired of how he practically melted at your words. His eyes softened behind his glasses, and he leaned into your space unmindful of his clothing. It was as if you’d just trusted him with one of the greatest treasures in the world.
In a way, you had.
He told you every chance he got how much your love was one of the greatest gifts he’d ever gotten, and he’d do anything to keep it. He swore he’d never make you regret giving him your love or your trust, and he’s always made good on that promise.
“I really want to kiss you,” he said in a rough voice.
You grinned.
As you rose on your tiptoes, his hands moved to your waist to keep you balanced. You couldn’t quite keep your smile from turning into a smirk when you leaned close enough to say, “Clean up first, studly, then you can have all the kisses you want.”
“You’re so cruel,” he groaned but acquiesced, “but you’re right.”
With his hands on your hips, you could only giggle as he swooped close and pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting you go. He dashed into the bathroom and hurried to clean up.
Ten minutes.
A new record for your military man.
Dressed in clean clothes, he found you in the kitchen where you’d been preparing a small snack. His arms wrapped around you from behind while his goatee tickled your neck. Several sweet kisses and teasing nips peppered your skin until you couldn’t take it any longer. You turned in his arms and fed him a few pieces of the fruit you chopped up. Each piece followed a peck to his lips.
“So, my studly love, what is this surprise you have for me?” you asked once the two of you finished off the fruit and cleaned up your workspace.
Jake, the menace, yawned and stretched. “I don’t know if I can stay awake now to show you. All that rushing around and then that soothing shower, I’m pretty exhausted, pumpkin.”
Not about to let him get away with hyping you up, you poked him in the stomach. “Oh, no, you don’t, mister. You promised me a surprise, and I want to see it. It’s not nice to tease.”
His brow arched at you then.
As if you didn’t tease him all the time, but you always ended your teasing with the sweetest rewards or surprises. You never left him hanging for long because you were always too giddy to see his reaction to seeing what you got him. His enthusiasm and adoration for everything you got always made it worth the time and effort you invested.
Sensing he wanted to play a bit though, you decided you could play, too.
Moving so you pressed yourself fully to his front, you bit back a grin when he instantly reacted to this new position. It never failed to boost your ego and your confidence in how quickly he reacted every time. His hands came back to your waist to keep you close as they always did.
“Name your price, my love,” you murmured near enough to his lips that you could feel each soft exhale. “What would you like more than anything else so I can earn my surprise?”
To your surprise, he dropped his teasing. His eyes softened though a look of such intent lurked in their depths that had you catching your breath. His nose brushed yours as he whispered, “I have everything I could possibly want right here, pumpkin. I love you so much, you know that?”
You nodded because you did know. It was something you’ve known since you practically met Jake. Sure, you two didn’t have the best first interaction. In fact, it’d been a real disaster, but it’d been what brought you two together. There was no regret in how everything played out from that night until this one.
The teasing glint returned a moment later as he added, “But I wouldn’t mind a proper kiss.”
This time, you rolled your eyes, but you indulged him. It’d been too long since you two had spent more than a few minutes together. You missed him so much, too. At least, it seemed that you wouldn’t be forced to miss him much longer after he finally revealed his surprise.
Just when the kiss would’ve turned into something a bit more, Jake pulled back, his glasses askew once more and maybe a bit foggy. Another boost of confidence at the way you could leave him in a bit of disarray with every make-out session.
He gulped in some air as he rasped, “We’ll come back to this later. It’s getting late, and your surprise is waiting. I don’t want you to miss out on the full effect.”
Within minutes, you two had gathered what you needed for the cooler night air, then headed towards Jake’s car. He helped you into the passenger seat and secured the belt around you. Not a second was wasted as he came around and hopped into the driver’s side, starting the car. His hand reached for yours and held it against his thigh like he always did.
He drove you through the heart of the city and further until you hit the historical district. This was one of your favorite districts because the residents and small businesses alike really liked to go all out for the seasons and holidays. Every building and home were decorated to the nines whether it was spring or fall, Easter or Christmas.
Right then, all the homes and businesses had varying levels of fall decorations with a generous smattering of early Halloween décor mixed in. With that night still a few weeks away, most in this area had plenty of time to really go all out for the spooky season.
It wasn’t until Jake turned on a familiar street that you really perked up. The street name wasn’t lost on you. This was the same street that had your dream home on it.
“Where are we going, Jakey?” you asked, turning down Time Warp as it played on the radio.
His hand squeezed yours. “You’ll see, pumpkin. It’ll all make sense in a moment.”
When he pulled up to the exact home you’ve always dreamed about calling your own, you grew even more confused. The sold sign had disappeared, but that wasn’t what got and kept your attention.
No, it was the fully decked out yard and porch. So many pumpkins, some carved and some not, covered almost every surface. Their sizes ranged from so tiny to almost comically large. Some, you even recognized as being similar to ones you and Jake had collected since moving in together a few years ago.
Past the pumpkins, you could make out a group of people spilling onto the porch. It took you a moment to realize who they were, but their presence didn’t really clear anything up. Why would the Losers be at your dream house? Did one of them buy it and wanted to share their new home with you and Jake? Was this Jake’s surprise?
Thoughts of Jake pulled your attention from your friends standing on the porch to your boyfriend.
You gasped when you turned your head.
While you’d been occupied with taking in everything, Jake had subtly unzipped his jacket and pulled it away so you could read the writing on his shirt.
This shirt is made of Fiance Material.
In his trembling hand, he held up one of the most beautiful rings you’d ever seen. It was the very ring you’d seen one day while window shopping. It’d been an impulse to stop in the old antique shop. The ring had been an accidental find that had enraptured you from the moment you spotted it in the case.
When you’d gone back to see it once more, you’d found the shop owner had sold it. The older gentleman had given you what you’d thought to be a sympathetic look, but you realized now his look had held a note of mischief in it. The same mischief Jake’s expression could have whenever he was planning something really sweet for you.
His voice shook almost as much as his hand, but he managed to say, “Welcome to our new home, Mrs. Jensen.”
Tears sprang to your eyes as you took in everything.
“You did all this for me?”
He nodded. “I wanted you to have the house of your dreams, pumpkin. It’s the least you deserve for putting up with me and all my quirks. I’m not the easiest guy or the smoothest, but baby, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I’m the right guy to love and cherish you if you’ll let me. Marry me?”
“How’s a girl supposed to turn down such a sweet proposal?” You fought back your tears while you brought your hands to his face and tugged him close to you. “I love all your quirks, Jakey, and I love you with all my heart. You are definitely the best man for the job. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
You followed up with your words with several sweet kisses, mindful of the Losers still standing on the porch. Somewhere between all the kisses, he managed to slip the ring on your finger, the fit perfect.
When you finally pulled back, you murmured, “Now, show me our new home so we can celebrate with our friends. Maybe after they leave, we can have a different kind of celebration, hm? One where we break in as many rooms as we can manage before we pass out? What do you say to that, Mr. Jensen?”
“I say,” he paused to unbuckle both your seat belts, then reach for the door handle on his side, “I should hurry up and lead the way, then, Mrs. Jensen.”
[WIP AMNESTY] The Losers (2010) library AU
Jake tried, he really did, but he was beginning to accept that Aisha was right: just because he was a librarian did not mean he should be allowed around children.
“My uncle’s a fireman,” Marisela had said while they were playing on the floor in the kids’ section, and Jake had said, “Oh, that’s cool! That’s awesome, Mari, did you know that there are an average of three hundred and fifty eight thousand home structure fires per year? Mostly due to human oversight and failures in upkeep on fire alarms, but that’s not —”
“He has a airplane,” Marisela had said. Jake had stopped his train of thought to find her the airplane toy out of the toy chest. The kids’ section was awesome, and some things were important, more important than finding out how exactly airplane ownership was relevant. Did your uncle get super rich fighting fires and buy himself a pimped-out jet? Did he get it as a reward for putting out an especially perilous fire?
Probably it was relevant because Marisela was five, and airplanes were cool, almost as cool as/possibly more cool than being a firefighter. That was understandable. Jake thought airplanes and firefighters were equally cool, depending, he guessed, on the type of airplane versus the type of firefighter. Jets were unquestionably cooler than passenger planes; he wasn’t sure about whether he should rank fighter jets above regular jets — his innate destructive tendencies definitely appreciated the possibility of explosions but was the military-industrial complex really that much more badass than a commercial supersonic jet, which was a marvel of modern engineering and provided efficient transport? Only Richard Branson could say.
“What does he do with his airplane?” Jake had settled on, helping Marisela build a runway and a tarmac support team. Support was important. Without effective operations, no system could maintain optimal functionality.
“He jumps,” Mari had said, “from really high,” and Jake had accidentally knocked over the Lego woman he was using for a baggage handler.
Okay, never mind, her uncle had not won an airplane in the firefighters’ lottery, he’d just lost his fucking mind.
“Oh, wow,” Jake had said, because you were not allowed to say whoa-ly fuck to a five-year-old. “That is, uh, that is a little bit insane. Mari Strawberry, that is kind of a job for insane people.”
Marisela had wrinkled her nose.
“Papi says he’s loco,” she’d said.
“Yeah, well, I for one think your father is extremely correct,” Jake had told her, and then Clay had appeared out of nowhere and said, “What the hell are you doing?” like it was okay to say hell in front of a five-year-old, and then said, “Your break’s over, get the hell back to work,” and Jake had gone back to his station at the main desk just to get Clay away from impressionable young minds. Jesus Christ: Jake might be fucking up kids’ futures with his bad career advice, but at least he wasn’t teaching them to swear.
Jake had accidentally told her that her crazy fucking uncle was cool, though, so it was probably going to be his fault when she turned eight and decided bungee jumping was a great idea, or tried to ollie down the railing on the library steps and broke her arm.
Shit, Jake probably needed to teach her how to skateboard.
—
Marisela and her older brother spent every weekday from two to four pm at the library. What was Jake supposed to do, neglect his young friend? Vanish from her life in a cloud of shame at his misguided approval of her daredevil relatives? Leave her to wonder if he’d been fired, or worse, stopped thinking she was awesome? No. No way. He was loyal, and he was brave, and he was maybe going to mess her up for life but she obviously had a good support system so she’d figure it out.
Also, she turned six in a month and six was totally old enough to learn to skateboard.
Sometimes Jake’s sister brought his niece, who was only nine months older than Mari and already knew how to skate, and they spent their breaks outside in the garden area, very very carefully skating around the circular section of sidewalk with the little fountain the middle. Well, they spent his breaks. Kids didn’t need breaks because they didn’t need jobs, but life wasn’t fair like that.
—
Sometimes Pooch met him for lunch, which is to say, Pooch drove his food truck to the library and parked it by the garden area so Jake and Marisela and Alice could very carefully skate over and get barbecue.
“I like the helmets,” Pooch said, leaning out the window of the truck. If he hung around long enough Clay would come out and get lunch for the research librarians.
Jake didn’t know why Clay never sent Roque or Aisha: nobody ever asked Roque to look up anything. Nobody ever asked Aisha to look up anything twice.
Jake worked at the main desk, and people asked him to look things up all the time, because the central branch was super fucking huge and super fucking busy. He could not responsibly imagine reassigning any of the research team to the main desk, though.
“Yeah, they’re good, right?” Jake said. “They picked their own. Alice wanted flowers because her soccer team, you know, they’re doing really well this year. She’s big into repping them. All her cupcakes gotta have flowers these days.”
“And the other one’s just a pyro?” Pooch asked.
“That’s for her uncle,” Jake said, shoving the rest of his barbecue into his face. “He’s a firefighter.”
“I don’t wanna rag on a five-year-old —”
“She’s six now, but okay, yes.”
“— six-year-old, fine. But I don’t feel like that helmet is supporting her uncle right now.”
“Well, they didn’t have a helmet that represented the dampened ash of a well-extinguished blaze,” Jake said. “Or one that supported fire safety. It was a bleak picture, the children’s wheel-sports helmets section of Target, Pooch, and I did what I could.”
“It’s actively against her uncle’s whole line of work,” Pooch argued.
“If there wasn’t fire, he’d be out of a job!” Jake protested. “She understands supply and demand, she’s a smart kid, she’s just trying to keep him in airplanes — not in airplanes, but jumping out of them —”
“She’s six, she doesn’t understand supply and demand!” Pooch cut in. “Oh, shit, dude, he’s a smokejumper?”
“Yeah, I keep expecting her to come in one day and tell me he’s dead or something,” Jake said. “She thinks he’s cool, though. I may have told her he was cool, before I learned a few critical pieces of information about the specifics of his job description.”
“What? It’s still cool,” Pooch said. The main doors opened, and in the middle distance Clay’s figure stumped down the marble steps, glaring out at the sunlight.
“No, it’s crazy,” Jake said.
“When has that ever stopped you? Jensen, you’re out here teaching six-year-olds to skateboard.”
“With helmets!” Jake said. “Look, I’m afraid of heights, okay? Getting very close to a very large fire: okay, I admit, I’ve been there. We’ve all been there. It is admittedly badass. But flinging yourself out of an airplane? Just to get closer to a very large fire? No. I have limits.”
“You have a job,” Clay grunted from behind Jake. Fuck! “So go do it.”
“I’m on break,” Jake whined.
“Break’s over,” Clay said. “Pooch, gimme the usual.”
—
Four days after Easter, they had a families-exploring-the-library charity event and Jake got to hang out in the kids’ section during his shift.
Clay was walking around begrudgingly glad-handing the donors, Aisha was manning the main desk, and Roque was left up at the research desk because nobody was letting families explore the library near him.
Which is why Jake was the king of the packed kids’ section. He knew where everything was anyway; so far he had found five hundred books about horses, four hundred books about trucks, and one little guy had asked him for a book about bugs that ate dead people and Jake had delivered.
Medical maggots were a well-researched and time-honored treatment modality, and young mister ‘CAMDYN’, according to his nametag, seemed like the kind of man to appreciate that.
The adults mostly wanted to know where the bathroom was, but Jake was here to help everyone.
“Jake!” somebody tiny yelled, and Jake spun around in circles, hunting for the voice. Was that Mari? Was she dying? Was she in desperate need of another book about fire? Jake was starting to worry that Pooch had been right and that actually Mari was a soon-to-be-dangerous pyromaniac, but until that potential danger came to fruition, Jake was still committed to the expansion of young minds. In any case, he had at least made a list of more fire books for her.
“Mari Strawberry?” he called, because there was no fucking way he was finding a three-and-a-half foot tall child in this crush.
“Jake!” she said again, appearing like Moses and dragging, wow, not her brother, that was not her brother.
“Uh,” Jake said eloquently. Whatever, focus on the children. He was bad for children’s futures but they were good for him, in that he could probably maintain a conversation with a six-year-old right now if he ignored her incredibly hot — father? No fucking way. He’d met Marisela’s father at least once and he would have remembered.
“Jake,” Mari said impatiently.
“Yeah, hi,” he said, leaning down. “What’s up, kiddo? Do you want another book?”
“No,” she said. Jake smiled.
“You don’t want a book? Are you sick?” he asked, pretending to check her temperature. “Oh my gosh, you must be sick, I gotta find a doctor!” She wrinkled her nose at him. She’d never stopped wrinkling her nose when she thought he was being dumb, and it was so fucking cute.
Oh, wait, genius idea: “Do you know where any doctors are?” he asked her as she dissolved into giggles. “Is this a doctor?”
“That’s my uncle,” she giggled, wrinkling her nose even more, like how could Jake be so stupid, obviously that was not a doctor, because of course it was her uncle, who had not yet flung himself out of an airplane to a fiery or possibly traumatic death and was instead attending a ‘families explore the library’ event with his niece.
“Oh!” Jake said, because you also were not allowed to say where does your hot, insane uncle fall on the Kinsey scale? to a six-year-old. “Are all the fires out? Does he get a break to hang out with you?” He looked up at Marisela’s hot uncle. “I spend all my breaks with Mari, so I’m pretty she thinks that federally-mandated work breaks were invented so that adults could hang out with her.”
Marisela’s hot uncle’s face shifted, and the standard blank, disinterested look that Jake usually mustered from adults melted very slightly to allow an extremely small smile.
Whoa. Could Jake say is your hot, insane uncle single to a six—
“I’m looking for the bathroom,” Marisela’s hot uncle said.
“He’s visiting. From California,” Mari said, apparently not that worried about her uncle’s bodily needs. “For Easter.”
Marisela tugged on his hand, maybe because Easter was important? Or maybe because she was six and she was excited that her uncle was visiting and not out trying to die in a wildfire. Her hot uncle looked down at her, his smile blossoming into a grin. He had nice teeth.
Marisela wrinkled her little nose at him. He did it back, still grinning. Jake’s body considered throwing up, then settled on sweating profusely instead.
This was a man who threw himself out of airplanes? Seriously? Did he just think that the ground would be hopelessly smitten, and catch him gently? If Jake tried that he would slam face-first into a rock and die, no question. There were certain distances the human body was not meant to fall.
“I’m afraid of heights,” Jake said. Marisela’s hot uncle just stared at him, for way too long for it to be flattering.
“I’m not,” he said finally.
“Well, that’s good,” Jake said. “that would be a real liability, you know, in your line of work. That and flammability, although as far as I know all human beings are roughly equally flammable. I guess you would know better than I would, I don’t need to be telling you this.”
Marisela’s hot uncle raised one eyebrow.
“Not that you set things on fire,” Jake said. “But you do see things burning. I hope not people, actually, that would be pretty fu—messed up,” he corrected rapidly.
Marisela’s hot uncle didn’t have anything else to say to that. Probably for the best; Jake was going down a horrible immolation-death pathway that was, again, not appropriate for children. Children and Jake: a mistake actively in the making.
“The bathroom is over there,” Jake said, pointing.
—
YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEE Mercy!Jake! I can't wait😊
☺️ He is the sweetest! And a little nervous but so thoughtful and even manages to bring out your confidence!!! 😍
Beary Perfect Replicas - Jake Jensen
Pairing: Jake Jensen x F!Reader
Word Count: 1432
Summary: Jake gets you a special gift because he wants to make your time away (due to both your jobs) a little bit easier.
Warnings: Implied smut
A/N: Oh, this was such a fun fill for last year's Fluff Bingo Spring event. I couldn't help not going full fluff with Jake, but then he's made to be spoiled with all the fluff, isn't he?
Jake Jensen Masterlist | Character Masterlist
Your phone pinged with a text the moment you walked into your apartment.
Dropping your things in a heap near the door, you fished out your phone from your pocket. While you did typically leave it in your camera bag, you'd been busy with clients all day. Your pocket had been the easiest solution as you dealt with the busy day.
Exhaustion rolled over you and settled like an overweight, entitled cat on your shoulders.
Not another client question, you couldn't help thinking before your phone's screen lit up.
The familiar name showing on your screen with the notification dragged a smile across your lips.
Jake.
Your longtime boyfriend.
Oh, that was someone you wanted to hear from.
Unlocking your phone, you tapped on his message.
Your smile slipped a little as you read: Called into work. So sorry, babe. Wanted to be there. Miss you.
How long? I miss you, too, you typed back.
Barely any time passed before Jake sent you another that read: Unsure. Clay's being dodgy.
Well, poo.
You'd been hoping whatever new mission he'd been pulled into wouldn't be a long one. Between your schedules lately, the two of you hadn't been getting to spend much time together. A fact that wasn't lost on either of you. It'd been the reason you left the office early, determined to get an evening with Jake.
As if reading your mind, another message popped up on your screen: Oh almost forgot. Check bedroom. Special gift for ya.
Not needing to be told twice, you kicked off your shoes, unmindful of where they landed, then dashed across your apartment.
The door to your shared bedroom stood open a crack. It didn't give you much to go on until you pushed it fully open. You had no need to scan the room as your gift sat in the middle of your made bed.
The sweetest looking stuffed bear.
It took you another moment to take in all his little details.
When you did, you couldn't help the full smile that covered your face until your cheeks hurt.
The bear resembled one of those from Build-a-Bear, but it went beyond their limited options.
No, this one had been fully made into the almost-spitting image of your sweet and loving Jake. Little circular glasses rested on its nose in the same wire frames. It even had the goatee and the frosted tips on the tiny bits of hair they'd stitched between its ears.
The bear even smelled like him.
You had no idea how he'd made that happen, but it made your heart feel close to bursting. Your arms wrapped around the bear as tight as you could manage, just so you could breathe in the subtle scent wafting off its fur. You went so far to smush your face into its fur to better breathe in that soothing scent that Jake always had. He smelled like home.
Without realizing it, you accidentally activated another surprise Jake had installed on the bear.
His voice filled the room.
"Hey, love, I, uh, I-I'm not used to doing these, but I just wanted you to know how much I love you. You make every day so much brighter, and I'm so lucky to have you in my life. I know we can't always be together because of our jobs, but I thought this might help in those lonelier times. You're never far from my thoughts, and I really hope I'm in yours. Love ya, angel."
Hearing the falter at the start had your heart twisting, but his words came out stronger the longer he went on. It made your heart twist more as love filled you.
Oh, this man has been on your mind since the day you met.
You had few doubts he would remain on your mind forever at this point, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Especially with this new bear that looked so much like him.
As your gaze drifted over the bear with renewed fondness, a soft glint on the bed caught your attention.
Turning your head to see what it was, you gasped at the sight of the outfits you hadn't seen before. Several lined up behind where the bear had been sitting. The soft glare came from a necklace that bore two dog tags. Upon closer inspection, they bore the similar information as Jake's did.
Without thinking, you slipped them over the bear's head and settled them just so. They finished the outfit the bear already wore — the pink 'Petunias' shirt he wore in support of his niece and the cargo pants he preferred for their numerous pockets.
It was only when you went to fully inspect the other outfits that you noticed they were all your favorite outfits from his closet. Right down to the few accessories, he hadn't left out anything from each of them. Your mind froze at this realization of how much he paid attention to your compliments and your choices on a few special occasions.
A new text notification from your phone was the only thing to bring you out of your frozen state.
See it yet? You like it?
Your fingers trembled as you fumbled to type back: Oh, J, I adore it. Wish you were here so I could show you just how much.
And you really did love the bear.
It was already on your mind that this mini Jake would be following you everywhere. No more so than the times that the real one couldn't go with you. Like the work trip you had coming up and had been dreading until you came home that night to find this new treasure waiting on you.
Another ding came a moment later.
Be home soon. Mission's no-go.
Reading his latest text, an idea came to you.
If you knew Jake and you really did know him, he'd be breaking all kinds of driving laws to get back to you. Well, maybe not breaking them but very much bending them as he knew you, too, and how much you'd hate to see him in trouble.
By the time he pushed the front door open some time later, you were already ready and waiting. You pounced before he could even call out your name, dragging him to the closest surface you could find. After all, you had to show him just how much you appreciated your gift. Even more so, you had to show him how much he meant to you.
And you did.
The sun had long since set before Jake got the chance to show you the other half of his gift.
With movements sluggish from being so sated by your rather vigorous and thorough appreciation, he pulled out the matching bear he had made to look just like you. From your hair to your tips of your toes, he didn't spare a single detail, either. You even learned he'd gone and made it smell like your favorite fragrances, but that wasn't all. He'd even given himself a recording of a recent voicemail you left him, so he could have your voice, too.
Like his bear, he also had several outfits made for the bear to match the ones he loved seeing you in. You'd been pleasantly surprised to find that only one of them was made of lingerie as he always appreciated those, but no, he'd chosen some of your everyday outfits.
When you landed on the dress you'd worn on your first date with him, tears misted your eyes. You honestly couldn't believe he remembered that outfit. You even said so aloud.
"How could I not, angel? When I saw you step out of your place in that dress, I knew you were it. I was so head over heels that I was afraid I'd scare you away."
What little distance existed between you as you studied your mini replica disappeared. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tugged him down until your lips could touch his. It was a kiss filled with promise, love, and adoration for the man at your side.
When you pulled away, you couldn't help saying, "Better be careful, or we're not leaving this room until I give you a repeat performance of earlier."
"I mean, I wouldn't be upset if you did," he said even as pink flooded his cheeks while a shy but happy grin spread over his features. You lost it when he waggled his brows at you before lifting you and setting you on the bed, saying, "Or better yet, how about I return the favor?"
And he did.
