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Jake Muller x Reader Chapter XI "_______, there's something that I wanted to talk to you about..." He barely even lifted his eyes to meet yours again when a startling buzz came from your phone which you had placed at the corner of the table. Your eyes merely flickered in its direction before you returned your attention back to Jake, expecting him to continue. He paused for a little bit, waiting for the phone to go silent; but as it continued to ring, Jake gave up with a subtle sigh. "It's okay. Answer it." "It can wait." You answered dismissively. "What did you want to say?" He shook his head, eyes glancing at the caller I.D. "It could be important. Get it. It's fine." With an apologetic look, you grabbed your phone and slid the green button across. "Yeah?" Your uncle's voice sounded from the other end. "_______. Where are you?" "I'm home. Why?" Your eyes followed Jake as he pushed his chair back and stood up, taking his empty plate to the sink. "Boss needs you." Jake

Jake Muller X Reader Chapter X July 8, 2013 Country of Edonia His eyes slid open for the umpteenth time that night; he couldn’t keep them shut even when he tried. His body needed the sleep that seemed long in coming, but his senses were wide awake. It was only his first night back in Edonia. Jake sighed; it was going to take him well over a few days to get over this jet lag. Because that’s what it was, a jet lag… nothing more. He refuse to admit to this other thing that had rendered his body all tingly and thus restless. He sighed again. Who was he kidding? He glanced down at the girl bundled up in his arms, whose hair filled his senses with that heady fragrance that kept him restive yet oddly relaxed at the same time. Her soft skin that caressed his flesh with whispers of feathers and butterflies caused his very heart to quiver in its deepest confines. It annoyed him to no end: this feeling of having his hands tied and not being able to do anything about it. He mentally

The Less Fortunate Ones Jake Muller x Reader Chapter IX “Ouch! What was that for?!” protested Jake, cupping his bruised cheek with his hand. He had never doubted the strength of your punches – he had seen the damage you had caused to that poor punching bag once – yet he had not expected to be the receiving end of one. Noting the furious blaze in your eyes, he swallowed stiffly. “Guess I should have seen it coming…” he pointed out, carefully rubbing the abused skin on his cheek. It was a second too late when he realized that his little comment had but ignited the fiery rage in your eyes. As you swung your arm for another punch, he managed to catch your fist in his own palm. Grinning audaciously, he tightened his clasp around your clenched fist. “But this one… this one isn’t going past me.” “You freaking idiot!” With your other hand, still occupied by the pistol, you went for another hit, the bottom of your gun butting the man in his chest. “God, _______!” Cursing, Jake