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ohtobeleah · 1 year ago

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I feel like Jake and Amilia are one of those gym couples that would go together. And maybe Amilia films some of her workouts occasionally. One of the times she does, Jake is in the background just heart eyes watching Amilia in her element. And it blows up on like TikTok cause everyone is like damn he's in love with her and checking out her ass and she's like I fucking hope so he's my boyfriend.

Stop it. Stop it right now. Terms of Endearment

I feel like if this did happen it would be something for Amilias work? Like her boss asks her to make some beginning, intermediate and advanced training tips and tricks videos for the gym tiktok account.

And of course it would have to happen while Jakes in Australia just trying his best to win the love of his life back.

He definitely gets a no lock in contract at the gym Amilia works at. He goes to all her classes especially the 6am once’s because Jakes an early bird kinda guy. He just lingers, works out, attends classes, asks for help at reception, makes friends with her co-workers and even her manager!

“Holy shit that video Jessie posted on socials yesterday is blowing up!” It’s Michelle who’s walking in to start her shift that gets Amilias attention while she’s sitting in the staff room eating her lunch between clients. “And it’s all because of your American Psycho Ams.”

Amilias frowning, she’s confused. “What’s he done this time?”

“Nothing, just people are noticing him in the background of the video where you’re talking about hip hinge movements.” Michelle is getting up the comment section and passing her phone to Amilia. “Here, see for yourself girl.”

And she does. She sees for herself and she can’t believe it. There he is in all his six foot American naval aviator glory. Lieutenant Jacob Seresin, starring at her like he’s just learning how to breathe fresh air for the first time in his life. He’s not trying to hide the heart eyes either. He’s looking at Amilia like she hung all the stars in the night sky just for him.

“That guy in the background Is planning his proposal as we speak.” One comment reads.

“Trainer Ams, tell me you know that that the guy in the background is in love with you?” Another reads. Amilia can feels the heat in her cheeks rising.

“Where can I get a guy who looks at me the same way that guy in the background looks at Amilia?” It’s all the comments are about, just the way Jake was unashamed of the love oozing out of him while he watched Amilia work.

“I need to call Jake—“ Amilia is handing her co-workers phone back with a sigh.

“No need he’s in the studio three.” Mark is smiling as he turns around in his chair. “Assault bike.” And it doesn’t shock Amilia in the slightest bit that Jake was already on the premises. It felt like he never left. So she marching in to studio three, the functional fitness studio to give him a piece of her mind. But she stops dead in her tracks when she see Jake talking with another woman. She’s not being shy about the way she looks at him like he’s sex on legs. He’s smiling and she’s smiling too and it looks all too good to be true. Jake’s flirting with someone who isn’t Amilia and it hurts. Why the fuck does it hurt? Amilia can’t help but to notice the way Jakes eyes linger when she walks away.

Oh, oh she hasn’t felt this feeling in a hot minute. Her heart hurts inside her chest and she can’t help but to think maybe she’s lost her mind. Why is she jealous?

“Hey—!” Jakes beaming all the while Amilia stands there like she’s just caught the love of her life cheating, when in reality he wasn’t even hers. Not technically. “I didn’t know you were working today?”

“You have my schedule on the mini fridge in your hotel room, don’t lie.” Is all Amilia says as she makes her way into the studio more as if she was there for something else. “I’m just checking the wow wipes.” Jake knows that tone, something’s not right. He frowns while he follows Amelia over to the wow wipes. “Thanks to you, half the population of my place of employment wants a tell all on my love life and not the proper form for a Romanian dead lift, so thanks for that.”

“What’s there to tell?” Jakes being cocky, he knows somethings bugging his girl. “Didn’t think there was anything?”

“There’s not—“ Amilia doesn’t look at Jake as she checks the wipes, yep. Full ass can be. “But when there’s some guy in the background of my video looking at me like I’m the centre of his bloody universe it’s hard to believe that there’s in fact nothing to tell.”

“Somethings bugging you.” Immediately Jake is on Amilias tail as she turns on her heels to head out.

“You! You’re bugging me!” She snaps back. Turning around to face the man who won’t give up on her to save himself. “You don’t get to come in here, tell me you love me, act all innocent and sorry, act like a love drunk puppy in my videos and befriend everyone around me just to turn around and flirt with anyone you can stick your dick into.” Ah yep, there it is. All Jake does is smirk a cocky tight lipped grin.

“You’re in love with me.” Is all Jake says.

“Rack off Seresin—“ Amilia hates herself all the more because she knows Jakes right. She’s just not ready to believe it herself. How dare she fall in love with him again. Or maybe she never really fell out of love with him. “Next time I’m filming a video for work I’m making sure you aren’t in a one hundred mile radius.” Jake chuckled to himself as he watches Amilia leave, he knows what this is about.

“For the record Oz—I turned that lovely lady’s proposal of a drink or two down.” Amilia freezes but she doesn’t turn around. Jake knows she’s listening though. “I told her I was happily committed to the trainer who’s staring at me from the door like I just committed adultery.” He’d seen her the second she walked in. “Because I am, I’m in love with you.”

Amilia doesn’t respond, she simply leaves and attempts to get through her next PT without Jakes words crashing around in her head. But when she finishes later that day and pulls out her phone there’s a reply to a comment from a one Jake Seresin she can’t seem to stop reading over and over and over again.

“Trainer Ams, tell me you know that that the guy in the background is in love with you?” The original comment reads.

Jakes reply had her dizzy. “She knows, sincerely the guy in the background.”

#terms of endearment // jake seresin

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undercoverpan · 2 years ago

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Weeks have passed since he saw Spider do….that. Weeks since he cradled his dying body, crying and screaming. He doesn't know if that's a good thing.

Everyone was worried about him. He couldn't sleep or eat, he wandered their marui like a restless spirit and Eywa, wasn't that ironic. He wouldn't tell anyone this, but he was afraid. Afraid that in his dreams, he would see Spider, and he would see him die again. The thought kept his appetite at bay. These thoughts kept him awake at night, so he was fully aware when he overheard the hushed whispers of his parents.

"That demon haunts my son." His mother hissed, her voice carrying the same hardness it always did whenever she talked about Spider. "Ma Neytiri, please, Spider's miles away from here. It's been years. Neteyam probably just misses him." He could feel his mom's incredulous stare from here. "All of my children miss that--that boy, but none have screamed and cried his name as though they saw him die." She said, and she really 'hit the nail on the head' with that one. "I--well, maybe he's just realizing…..what might've happened to Spider." His father's voice was unusually hushed. "What do you mean?" Asked his mother, and Neteyam held his breath. "Humans don't keep prisoners for that long, and when they do…..they're, ah….treated very bad." Neteyam felt like his father wasn't being transparent on what might've happened. What does 'treated very bad' mean, exactly?

"What do you mean? He is of their people, he is a child, they would not hurt him." Neytiri argued, sounding so very sure of herself, "His father would protect him." A thick silence fell over the marui. "Ma Jake?" She whispered, but still, his father said nothing. "Ma Jake, they wouldn't hurt him." She sounded less sure of herself, starting to sound a bit frantic in her search for confirmation. "......Humans aren't like the People, Neytiri. They're not as merciful."

Neteyam does not sleep that night.

But his mother was restless. Ronal, the tsahik, had given him something to help with sleep. Mom had made him take it, carefully watching over him as his eyes fluttered shut. He dreamt of a forest, bright and green and alive, all around him. He leapt from the trees, carefree. He is with his family, his friends. He is safe. Sometimes he does dream of Spider. In his dreams, they are sitting together at the top of the tallest tree in the forest. Their skin grazes lightly, each featherlight touch sending his heart racing. The sky is bright and endless above them, but Spider turned to him with his doe eyes, and asked if he could have the sky. So for him, Neteyam reaches up, and takes the sky, and holds the sun and clouds and moon and stars in his two hands.

He wakes up, and wishes he could dream forever.

But right now, he is awake and the sun is high. Tsireya had come around on her ilu, sharing the news of the Tulkun's arrival. They all went out to greet the friendly giants. In time, he's truly come to like the tulkun, although he's never fully connected to one and called them his brother. He had snuck off to see payakan (read: He was on babysitting duty) with Lo'ak, Kiri, Aonung and Tsireya when it happened.

He swam beneath the waters, gliding through very easily. Swimming had become second nature to him, it had to. Kiri was among the small fish, lost in their beauty. Lo'ak was probably flirting with Tsireya, and both Aonung and Neteyam didn't feel like watching that. Their relationship had grown from hopeless crushing to official courting, how was Neteyam to tease about that?

As he swam deeper, lost in thought, something called his attention. His eyes flicked around him, seeing nothing unordinary. He was going to write it off as his imagination when he heard it. A melody, small and lonely, resounding in his ears. He recognized the haunting notes immediately. Following the noise, he saw a small, pink figure deep in the water. He swam towards it curiously. The blurry shape came into better view. Blue stripes painted over the skin, blonde locs drifting in the water, more ethereal than he imagined. Spider, he thought desperately, Spider. Swimming down, invigorated, he reached towards the boy.

He seemed so small in these watery depths. He stood out strikingly, pink and blue and gold contrasting against the ocean dark. He reached towards him, but he was too far.

He kept on swimming downwards, the sun's light growing dim. The waters were as dark as the night sky here, without the light of Centauri Alpha to light the sky. No, the waters were dark and cold, heavy against his skin. The only light came from his tanhi, barely any creatures with bioluminescence present. Through the dark, through the cold, he could only see Spider, like a glowing star in the watery dark. He was the only light guiding him, deeper, deeper, deeper.

He reached towards him. It seemed like every time he tried, Spider would just drift farther away. He could feel his limbs growing weaker, having to push himself harder to keep moving. The water was beginning to feel heavier, like the entire ocean was slowly weighing down on him. But for Spider, he'd lift up the ocean and then some.

As his limbs grew weaker, his air lessened. He was really beginning to struggle now, his body and mind growing tired. It was too cold, too heavy, he was barely breathing. In his ears, he heard the sad melody of Spiders songchord. He was among the few he sang it to. It was little and a bit sad, if he was quite honest. Spider had no proper beginning, being an unclaimed orphan. His song began with Kiri, his first friend, and continued with Lo'ak, him and Tuk. He remembered that he was very secretive about a certain bead on his songchord, one prettier and better carved than the one Spider makes himself. No one ever knew what it meant, just that it sounded happier compared to the others.

They were the only 2 who knew what it meant. A first, gentle kiss between them. Their--their love, because there was simply no other word for it, was hushed. It held the stillness of an early morning, and the obscurity of a nantang lurking in tall grass. It was brief touches and longing looks, it was wanting and hesitance, it was everything even when it was nothing. Even now, while his body grows tired, beneath the ocean, where the dark consumed all, it was everything.

His vision was growing dark, black dots appearing at the edge of his sight. His lungs were crushing in on themselves, trying to make the most of the air left in them. He felt himself nearing his limit, his vision starting to darken and blur, but he was so close. He could reach out towards him, he could grab him, he could bring him to the surface.

With the last of his strength, he stretched himself forward, reaching, reaching, reaching. Distantly, he thought Spider looked quite sad to see, disappointed, even.

"I thought you were more sensible." His voice echoed.

With a mighty swipe of his arm, he grabbed Spider–, but his arm went through him. The other dissipated like seafoam, like an illusion, like he was never there. Still, his voice rang out to Neteyam. It carried the depth of the ocean and the warmth of the sun.

"Oh Neteyam."

And suddenly he could breathe, his lungs reinflating. It felt like he was taking his very first breaths. Then, just as he was about to black out, he felt strong arms grabbing him and pulling him upwards.

_______

He awoke with the sun glaring down on him. He could feel hands grasping him, warm and rough from gathering. Kiri. He opened his eyes, the world coming into view. All around him, his friends' expressions held varying degrees of worry.

"What were you thinking?!" Asked Aonung angrily, but Neteyam didn't take it to heart. He knew that the other doesn't express his emotions properly.

"Were you trying to drown yourself, skxawng!?" Lo'ak wasn't much better. His eyebrows furrowed, he let out a frustrated hiss at Neteyam. For the first time ever, he couldn't meet his brother's gaze. He looked around him. Tsireya looked concerned, but that was understandable. Kiri, she looked at him curiously.

"Well?" She asked, looking for an explanation. He swallowed hard, looking away. "I--I saw Spider. I heard his song, he was singing to me." Lo'ak breathed sharply, Tsireya placing a hand on his shoulder. "Bro…."

He looked away. He didn't want to hear anything, it didn't matter. Well, maybe Tsireya saying that he didn't swallow any water was important, but still. He knew they'd be telling their parents, but frankly, he didn't care. He wanted to return to the depths, he wanted to hear his song again. It seemed Lo'ak picked up on his mood.

"I mean, basically swimming to the bottom of the ocean is cool. I thought only the tulkun could–"

"Let's just go home."

And if Kiri and Lo'ak shared a worried glance when he kept looking

#miles socorro #nocorro #part 2 #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 #avatar twow #neteyam #lo'ak #tsireya #kiri avatar #avatar fanfiction

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lyon-amore · 2 years ago

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At first sight /AU!Duskwood Chapter 2

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*Jessy POV*

The concert ended and the usual music remained, with people dancing or drinking. Jessy took the opportunity to sit down with Jake, who was still looking at his phone.

"We've missed you on the dance floor." the girl told him with a smile. "I have heard them from here" answered the dark-haired man "they have been pretty good." "Yes, the truth is that yes" Jessy she brushed her hair to one side of her, with a flirty look ". Hey, are you doing something tomorrow?" "Why? Do you have a problem with your computer?" Jessy screamed inside. It was unbelievable that she hadn't gotten it. "No, my computer is fine, it's just-" "Hey! Hands off!" They heard a girl scream and they turned to look. Jessy recognized her as the blonde girl who had been yelling at the group earlier. A guy was too close to her, bothering her. "Sorry Jessica, I am going to help her." Jake got up quickly. If he didn't like something, it was someone being harassed like that. "Sure, can I ask you-" he didn't give her time to finish the sentence that he had already walked away in a hurry "Something to drink…?" She sighed, left alone at the table. Her plan had failed.

She began to run her finger through her glass, with a bored look on her face. She thought for a moment about going home. Would anyone notice? That's when she saw him again, her ex. With that girl dancing on the floor. It still hurt. "You're good?" She heard a familiar male voice next to her. She looked up, fixing on the member of the group The Forsaken, Stephan. Curly brown hair peeked out from a hat that he was now wearing. His blue eyes looked at her with concern. "Yeah, just an idiot." she waved. "Ex or boyfriend?" "Ex and of those who cheat." "Okay, so he's on the jerk side." the boy teased. Jessy laughed. And Stephan pointed to the chair next to her. "Can I?" "Yes." the redhead agreed. The young man sat up and extended his hand. "Stephan Connors." "Jessy Hawkins." She accepted his greeting. She didn't know why, but as she accepted it, she felt a rush of warmth. Stephan's smile rubbed off on her. "And what are you doing here alone?" Asked the brunette, but then he corrected himself "I mean! I'm not trying to be a gossip or anything like that, it's just that I've seen you with a bad face and… well… I've been worried, that's all, but it's not because I was looking at you or anything like that!" Jessy found it adorable. It didn't seem like he was really trying to flirt with her, on the contrary. He saw that he really didn't have that intention, because of how far away he was from her when he sat down, as if he wanted to respect her space. "To make a fool of yourself, apparently" she answered honestly ". I had come to talk to a boy, my friend's... brother, who I like, but he has gone to help a girl and hasn't come back." "Really?" He asked something curious "Well, he must be another idiot for not coming back." "It doesn’t matter, I think he didn't like me the way I would" Stephan looked apologetically ". It must seem like a boring conversation to you, right?" "No, not really" he shook his head, leaning on the table ", if you need to talk, you can do it with me." Jessy felt that this boy had to be an angel to endure the sorrows of a girl as boring as her. The truth is that she didn’t want to be the center of attention of her either. She had also worried about him. "What about you?" She asked the young man, who raised his eyebrows in question "You weren't well when you sang either." "Have it noticed so much?" He asked between his teeth, somewhat uncomfortable. "Just a little" Jessy said, gesturing ", but I won't make you tell if you don't want to." Stephan's lip twisted, hesitating. It's not like he wanted to tell her either, but… maybe he could speak it too? "Let's say that in my family, being in a group believes that it's going to ruin my life." "Why? What's wrong with it?" The redhead looked at him strangely "You can travel everywhere, get to know other cultures while you're on tour-" "Exactly!" Stephan smiled, this time sincere "I want us to be able to transmit our music to every corner of this world, while I know, I don't know, Korean food?” he shrugged, not sure what to say. The girl laughed and he followed her. His laugh was nice. She liked hearing him, it was as if she were listening to him sing. "Do you like traveling?" the redhead asked, paying more attention. "Yes, whenever I can, of course" Stephan took the phone out, and began to show his photos of his trips ". Look, here it was in Oslo, Cafe Mono” he began to explain ". It was last year, unfortunately, on this trip I couldn't take Sky with me." "Sky?" "He's my dog, right now he's sleeping in the caravan." He showed his photos of the Golden. Jessy made a gleeful sound at the photos. She adored dogs. "He's beautiful." she said, zooming in to see the animal's little face. "I always try to make him be with us" Stephan put the phone away after finishing showing the photos ", Sophia doesn't usually like to stay with him very much." "And Sophia is..." "She's my girlfriend." Well, something bad that he had.

Jessy dropped the flirty smile and went back to being friendly Jessy. "Don't she like your dog?" She asked curiously. "Let's just say she's always busy making fashion videos, promotions-" "Wait Sophia? The influencer SophWorld?" Jessy began to question, getting excited. "Yes, the same." "My God!" I'm her fan!" She showed the dress she was wearing, with enthusiasm "I bought this dress because she said it was one of the best they had just released." She watched as Stephan made a strange face. Had he been too inappropriate? Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned his girlfriend? "Did you really buy it for her?" Jessy looked at him confused. Was it something bad? She looked down at the dress, feeling ridiculous. Maybe it was too much. "Sorry, I didn't ask in a rude way" Stephan apologized quickly "I'm just saying that because she told me she didn't like that dress, so it seems strange to me that she said she liked in a video." "Does…does she really not like it?" Jessy looked at her dress again. Perhaps she had done the wrong thing in buying it? "Yes, she didn't like it" Stephan answered honestly, ", but I thought it was pretty, I don't know... I don't understand much about fashion, but I like it." The young woman felt her cheeks burn. It disappeared from her mind that the dress had been the worst option she had ever had. Now it was one of the many better choices for that night. And why not? The boyfriend of her favorite influencer had liked her, which was already strange and at the same time funny. "It's funny watching you act" Jessy began "I mean, Sophia had told us that you were a shy guy and that's why you didn't show your face in her videos." "What?" Seeing the look on Stephan's face, she knew she'd screwed up. The boy raised his hands to his face, exhaling hard. Jessy felt that she should have stayed quiet. "Did she really say that to you all?" "Yes" agreed the young woman "well, we knew that sometimes you made your music from the videos, but you didn't want to be because of embarrassment." "Actually I don't show my face so I don't overshadow the video of her, not because I’m shy or anything." Stephan seemed annoyed. She had really said something she shouldn't. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." "No! I'm not upset with you" the boy tried to calm the situation, not wanting to make her uncomfortable ". Don't…worry, it's nothing bad that you said it, I assure you." Jessy nodded, falling silent. Her situation had made her awkward. She felt that she had gotten herself in the middle of a relationship, creating a fight. Something she would never want.

They heard a laugh from behind and they both turned around. Jake was talking to the blonde girl from earlier, something that surprised Jessy, because normally, he wasn't one to talk to people he didn't know. "Is he trustworthy?" Asked Stephan, a little annoyed "I'm worried that my cousin might be annoyed by a slimy guy." Jessy stared at them, seeing how the situation didn't seem awkward at all. Suddenly, she didn't feel anything for Jake. It was as if it had vanished. She looked at Stephan, the way he looked concerned about his cousin. Instead of looking annoying as he tried to, in his eyes it seemed adorable. He really didn't look like a guy who used to get angry. “He's a good guy” Jessy finally answered “, a little weird sometimes like, too serious, but… I assure you, she's safe with him." Stephan looked at Jessy. Her trusting smile calmed him. He nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off hers. Jessy lost herself in his eyes. She knew it was wrong because he had a girlfriend, but she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Finally, he looked away. She didn't want to be the other girl. She had already been through it and she wasn't even going to do the same. It wasn't going with her. "Jessy!" Cleo approached the table "Oh! Sorry! Am I interrupting something?" "No," they both answered at the same time, and they looked at each other a little shyly. "What's up Cleo?" Jessy asked, looking at her friend. "We're waiting for you on the dance floor. Are you coming or what?" "It's just, I-" "Don't worry about me," Stephan got up from his chair, shoving his hands in his pockets, a little awkward "I was leaving anyway, I'm going to the trailer with Sky" He held out his hand to Jessy, to say goodbye ". It's been nice meeting you, Jessy." "Same here, Stephan, I hope you'll get back to acting again soon." Jessy accepted his hand. Again, that warm wave, like the sun. "I hope so, I liked acting here." He said with a smile ". See you soon." "See you soon." Jessy watched him walk away through the crowd. Although before walking out the door, he turned to see her and waved her goodbye. Jessy did the same, with a wide smile. Cleo laughed. "I'll see you on the dance floor then." "Okay, I'm going now." She looked back in the direction of the door. But he was already gone.

She sighed, embarrassed. It was unfortunate that for a guy who was worth it, he had a girlfriend. "I have his phone number if you want." Phil told her, coming over to the table. "He has a girlfriend, I don't want to get in the way." the redhead replied, getting up from the table. "For real?" Phil arched his brow curiously "I'll give them a week." "But what are you saying?" Jessy exalted, incredulous at his words. "Look, we don't get along" his brother began to gesticulate, pointing at each other "so I'm going to talk to you more like a counselor who has seen everything in this bar instead of your brother, that boy's look at you was the look of a guy who really had a crush on someone, and trust me, I've seen way too many looks like that, for example” He turns her around so she's looking at Jake and the blonde girl. Jessy rolled her eyes. Even her brother knew about her little crush on Jake and it seemed that doing that to her was to laugh at her ", look, Jake can't stop avoiding directing his eyes to her lips and she knows it because she can't stop biting her lip waiting for he asks for her number. And believe me when I say that Jake has never looked at her ex-girlfriend or anyone else like that." The redhead exhaled heavily, listening to him speak. He turned her around again and pointed at Thomas and Hannah dancing together ". Thomas looks at Hannah adoringly, looks at that smile of his. He can't change his expression with her, and Hannah loves that he looks at her like that, because she can't stop laughing at every stupid thing he says about her." Jessy pulled away from him with an exaggerated sigh. "Phil, I'm not in the mood for you to show me happy couples…" "Trust me Jessy, I've been watching you and I know there was chemistry and I'm not telling you as a brother." Jessy bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. It could be that real or simply, he was teasing her because thay didn't get along.

She preferred to pay no attention and ignore it. As she already thought, she wasn't going to be the one to blame for a breakup.

*Stephan POV*

It had been a year since he had broken up with Sophia. As he did so, his body felt lighter. It was unbelievable that all this time together she had been controlling him without him noticing. He had assimilated the way himself was, being too good. Too naive. Not only the girl's jealousy had destroyed the relationship, but also her lies and her lack of support in what he liked the most: music.

He was lying on the bed, listening to the latest tune he had composed. Sky was also with him, his head resting on his stomach. He petted it slowly and the dog began to wagging its tail happily. Stephan sighed, remembering that concert he gave at Duskwood and where he met that redheaded girl named Jessy. She seemed very nice to him, but at this moment and after a long relationship, he didn't think he was capable of going to see her. He had his principles and being creepy that after being single only a year, he wasn't going to just go after another girl like that. Although… It was thanks to her that he opened his eyes and began to see things he didn't like about Sophia. It was thanks to talking with Jessy that he made it clear to his father that he was not going to change his love for music.

Thanks to his hearing acuity, he heard several footsteps approaching his room. He sat up taking off his headphones, finding Klaus, Ashley, Susy, and Macie standing before him. The four of them with crossed arms. "What's up? Something happens?" He asked, resting his arm on her knee. "And Macie, why are you wearing a mask?" "I've forgotten my medication and I can't get close to Sky." She answered, making a sad face. << Ah, right, her allergy to dogs. >> "Are you going to tell me what happens?" "We've been talking and we're going on a trip." Klaus replied. "Okay, so what does it have to do with me?" "That you're coming with us." Ashley said, as she and Klaus began to pull him by his feet, to get him out of bed. "OK! OK! I'm up now!" Exclaimed Stephan, laughing "But what's wrong with you? I'm fine." Susy leaned against Ashley, looking at Stephan with concern. "Stephan, ever since you broke up with Sophia we've been worried." the girl began to say, and Ashley nodded. The boy ran a hand through his hair, releasing a long sigh. Well, maybe things had changed. He now he was a little more angry with everyone. That everyone wouldn't let him choose for himself. Everyone except his friends and his cousin. And his grandparents, although unfortunately, they lived far away, in California. "Yeah, well, sorry" Stephan finally said ". I feel a little used." Sky moved to his side, nuzzling his hand, for him to caress. What made him listen. "Well, that's going to end" his cousin approached him, leaning on her shoulder "We're going to Duskwood for the weekend! How about?" "Are you saying it for me or for you and that guy?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, in Duskwood it's not just Jake" Macie lowered her mask, offended ", there are a lot of incredible people, I've made friends like Cleo, Richy, Thomas, Hannah, Lilly, Dan, Amy, Phil… Jessy." Everyone noticed it. That fleeting glow when she named Jessy. They started laughing when they saw that she had blushed. "Guys, I want to enjoy my single life." He looked up at Klaus now ". And it's only been a year since I broke up with your sister, doesn't it hurt you?" "Dude, I met you before you met my sister" he put a hand on his shoulder "and you're living in my house, do you think that bothers me? It's her fault, not you." Finally, he lowered his head, resigned. "I agree to go on a weekend trip to Duskwood, but I'm not going to see Jessy!" He exclaimed, looking at everyone as he pointed his finger at them. "We respect your decision." Ashley told him, resting her head on Susy's. In truth, Stephan still didn't understand how he was so lucky with them.

While they were on their way with the car and with a dog on top of them in the back, a tire ended up with a flat. They got out of the car, waiting for Klaus to finish speaking to order a tow truck to the nearest Duskwood garage. "So... a good weekend, huh?" Stephan looked at the girls, who were sitting on the ground leaning against the car. The three looked at the young man with a frown and he was startled, looking away. Better not make them angry.

When the tow truck picked them up, it dropped them off at Roger's Garage. Both boys entered the workshop and when Stephan noticed who was at the counter, he felt that he wanted to run out of shame. Jessy also looked at him in surprise. A slight blush appeared on her face. "Hello?" Klaus waved his hand in front of her, who didn't take her eyes off Stephan. "The tow truck brought us to fix our car." "Yeah, wait a minute" the girl finally spoke ". You can head through that door to talk to the mechanic about the situation." "Okay, thanks." He looked at Stephan and winked at him ". You wait for me here." "Klaus-" Stephan started to speak, but he was already gone. He avoided looking at Jessy, awkward. He really didn't want to see her again so soon… Well… As far as he was concerned, maybe a little more time after he had everything figured out? "What a coincidence that we met here." Jessy said with a smile. "Ah, yes." Stephan replied, still not looking at her "How…how are you?" "Well, same job, same people" the redhead began to say ". Anyway, I can't complain, and you?" "Well" he scratched the back of his neck, uncomfortable ", a lot has happened, really." "Let me guess" Jessy's eyes narrowed, as if she were trying to read his thoughts. Stephan chuckled when he saw her "You've traveled to Korea and you've finally tried their food." "Almost" he laughed a little louder now ". I've said goodbye to all the bad things in my life." "Really?" The young woman blinked in surprise "That's great!" “Yes, I was tired of being used” he said, tapping on the counter “after talking to you, I actually felt a lot better, so I left Sophia and told my father to leave me alone with my music." Jessy went pale. It wasn't what she wanted, to be guilty of breaking off a relationship. "Hey, I'm so sorry, I really didn't want to get into your relationship." Jessy said quickly, uncomfortable now with her. "No! It was actually a great favor that you did me!" Stephan exclaimed, calming her down "I think… I needed someone to notice for me to open my eyes. I thank you very much Jessy." He smiled sweetly at the girl. Jessy swallowed hard as she heard him speak gently. Stephan, just lost himself in her eyes. He was still too early. "And..." Jessy cleared her throat, shy "Are you going to be in Duskwood for the weekend or were you just passing through?” She asked more hopefully than curious. “I've been…” Stephan grumbled under his breath, though more humorously “Literally dragged out of bed to come here." Jessy laughed and Stephan joined her. "Well, if you want, tomorrow we'll be at Bar Aurora" the redhead began to say, tapping the pen on the counter ", it will be a pleasure if you join us." "Will Macie be with Jake, are you sure that's not a problem for you?" Stephan remembered that she liked Jake and worried if that would make her uncomfortable. Jessy shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ear, smiling at the boy. "No, that's a thing of the past" she replied, still smiling at him ". The truth is that I like Macie, we have become great friends." "Okay, so I shouldn't put myself between the two of you so you don't fight over a guy." "Or you can get in the way to sit next to me…" Jessy confessed, shyly. "That... That doesn't sound like a bad idea..." Stephan answered. Jessy gave a shy giggle, blushing again. "You said you broke up with your girlfriend" Jessy began ", so I don't want to take advantage of the fact that you're single now." "Are you kidding me? I was thinking I wouldn't take advantage of talking to you again because I thought you'd think I'm one of those filthy guys." They laughed again. They felt pretty ridiculous. "Well, we don't have to hurry either" Jessy replied ". We can start getting to know each other, is that okay?" "Perfect for me." "Wait." Jessy took his hand and with her pen, wrote down her phone number ". So that you let me know if you're going to the Aurora." Stephan noticed the number and smiled. It was like those romantic movies. He immediately took out his phone and, in front of her, decided to send her a message. "Well, you already have my number." he told her with a smile. The young woman nodded, seeing the message from him. She sent him a message, and they both looked at each other with a charming smile. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Stephan See you at the Aurora Jessy 👋 ❤️

Jessy I'll be looking forward to it Stephan 😊 ❤️

The End

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nomorejust1ce · 3 years ago

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jake is like everyone has to be in love with me!! and vriska is like due to consequences of my upbringing in a society that enforces violence and a mother that makes being violent necessary i predispose myself to believing that everyone must hate me and in doing so treat them poorly in order to build a wall between myself and the people that i hurt therefore creating a never ending self destructive cycle where i hurt other people because i feel like it’s the only thing i can do!!

#just veiska thing <3s #jake has his own whole thing of course #and like she hurts people just for attention like how jake flirts just for attention #just love it bro. love the narrative difference bro. really cool literary analysis bro.#fireside chats #hs

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yeeunjia · 3 years ago

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Hey girl! Im lovin ur work! Also i now must be getting so many reqs so you can totally ignore this♡

Anyways.. so. I was wondering if you could write a reaction where the reader and enha are attending an award show. They both are nominees and when they were going up the stage, the reader trips and falls.

P.s could you make it so that the two weren't in a relationship, only the enha member had a crush on them.

▬▬ [𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍] 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖

idol!enha x idol!fem!reader

▬▬ GENRE : fluff // crack !! ▬▬ WARNINGS : none !!

————————————————————————— SIDE NOTE : the reader + members are all close friends w/ enhypen here!! ————————————————————————— lee heeseung 이희승 !! - when your group and enhypen got mentioned, heeseung was really excited since he already planned on trying to interact with you if both groups did get mentioned as nominees. you two were last to go up the stage and when heeseung tried to approach you, you tripped and fell because of how you accidentally stepped on your gown. - panics more than you and helps you stand up while your members are now running back to you. “(y/n)! are you okay?” he asks, obviously worried and you start laughing a bit. “i’m fine, hee! thank you! you should go to your members now, they’re waiting for you. come meet me backstage afterwards!!” you reply and heeseung looks over to his members clearly teasing him. the fact that you asked him to meet backstage was stuck in his mind! your group and enhypen decided to have a little gathering afterwards too. (´◡`) park jongseong 박종성 !! - niki already started to tease jay when both of your groups got mentioned as nominees. all jay could do was try not to scold him too much as it may attract others’ attention. “wooo! jay-hyung, (y/n) noona will be with us! you must be excited!!” jay literally looks at niki with ‘that’ look but niki wouldn’t even care and just continues teasing him even while going up the stage. - “jay-hyung is looking at (y/n) noona! you find her REALLY pretty, don’t you, hyun- OH MY GOSH SHE FELL!” niki stopped teasing jay as the others suddenly heard a loud sound and when they looked over to your group, your members were helping you stand up. it was now clear that you trip and fell. when jay noticed it, he was worried too.(ﹷ ‸ ﹷ ✿) still, he knew that you felt embarrassed and just smiled when you looked at each other. you’re still embarrassed but you smile back at him anyways. jay almost froze and blushed when this happened. (⭑￫ 𓎟 ￩ ⭑) sim jaeyun 심재윤 !! - you and jake are known to be really close friends. at least that’s what you think. engenes and your fandom are fully aware that jake may have a tiny huge crush on you. it’s always when jake would be shameless when saying that he actually likes the dating rumors between you both and whenever he’d make jokes about you being his girlfriend, so while going up the stage, it was no surprise when jake suddenly started saying jokes flirting with you.

- he finally stops after a few seconds and pointed out the fact that you were wearing heels. “(y/n)-ssi, is it not hard to walk and dance in those, though?” he asks. “just a bit, jakey. probably because of the floor to-” you reply, but before you were able to finish your sentence you tripped and fell on your knees. jake here didn’t even care about the number of people watching and didn’t hesitate to help you. “..yah! that must’ve hurt, do you need an ambulance?” “jake, i’m fine!” sighs in relief but still starts caressing your knee as it left a red mark afterwards. he’s also the one giving you treatment, not the staffs. “unnie..you should date him!” one of your members whisper, making you smack their arm. (≍‿≍) park sunghoon 박성훈 !! - you dislike the floor and it dislikes you too. you and your members almost slipped several times while performing. it was too slippery and you couldn’t even walk well because of it. the other idols were actually impressed with how you all managed not to slip or fall while dancing too. while going up to stage, the slippery floor was at it again and this time, it successfully made you trip. sunghoon’s attention was focused on you only so of course he saw you trip and he rushes to you. - your members were literally beside you already but sunghoon was still the first one who was able to help you get up. “(y/n)? does it hurt? are you okay?” sunghoon asks while taking a look at you, wanting to make sure that you aren’t injured. your leg felt both painful and a bit numb but you didn’t want sunghoon and your members to worry. stares at you while smiling as you were saying your speech too. also wont stop checking on you afterwards and rants about the floor to his members 24/7. (๑꧆◡꧆๑) yang jungwon 양정원 !! - as soon as your groups got mentioned, jungwon already started eyeing you, sunoo, and niki. you three were already joking around even when you’re all too far away from each other and he doesn’t want anyone causing ‘trouble’ once you’re all together on the stage. stares at you three as niki starts teasing you and sunoo more. - while going up the stage, sunoo wanted to purposely bump into niki but accidentally bumps into you instead. this caught you off guard as you three already stopped joking around before going up the stairs which also caused you to trip. jungwon and heeseung started to scold sunoo and niki while assisting your members who are helping you get up. starts frowning and scolding you too when you started to say jokes such as “jungwon-ah! my leg is broken!” still, when he remembers how he acted in front of thousands of people and idols, he would start to hide his face in embarrassment. (*°∀°) kim sunoo 김선우 !! - all the dancing and movement made the shoelace of your boots loose and neither you nor your members was able to notice it. sunoo has been trying to tell you about it for the past minutes but you weren’t able to notice his because of how you’re still having a conversation with your members + other idols. finally, when your groups got mentioned sunoo thinks that he’s finally able to tell you about it before going up the stage. - rushes to your side and gets your attention. “(y/n)-nnie your shoelac-” you turn to sunoo but he immediately gets cut off when you accidentally stepped on your shoelace and trip. a dramatic gasp escapes him and he becomes this big drama queen in a bliss. sure, you did say that you’re fine but sunoo still texts you thousands of times afterwards. months after when sunoo was finally able to confess and you both are already dating each other, he would often bring it up just to tease you. (❁´◡`❁) nishimura riki 西村力 !! - niki has always loved teasing you. he finds all your reactions cute even if he doesn’t admit it to you. it’s his way of being able to interact with you more even if it means making you a bit annoyed. niki already had a plan even before the award show started. he was planning to do it backstage but when your groups got mentioned as nominees and you all had to go up the stage together, niki knew thought that proceeding with the ‘plan’ would be a great idea. - while going up the stairs, you were looking around, trying to find niki. you just wanted to make sure that he doesn’t pull a stunt this time. you thought that he was with his hyungs as they told him to not joke around but unfortunately.. you were wrong! when you were finally at ease niki suddenly appears behind you and scares you, which made you trip on the stairs. niki started giggling as you glared at him. “you’re that scared? c'mon (y/n)!!” niki laughs but offers his help later on anyways. he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing for the rest of the show which makes you want to roll your eyes. but honestly, a part of you does enjoy these little stunts too.ヾ(＾-＾)ノ ————————————————————————— ENHYPEN MASTERLIST // REQUESTS & MESSAGES ʚ♡ɞ

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3raaaachachacha · 3 years ago

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Sim Jaeyun x female reader / 4.2k words / angst / fluff / smut

Warnings: cursing, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Was something wrong with him? As of lately, Jake had noticed how much prettier you had gotten, not that you weren’t pretty before, something just seemed different to him. Your hair seemed shiner, your eyes seemed brighter, your lips seemed irresistible, even after just waking up, something about you seemed to be so alluring. What was it? It didn’t help that anytime you were your casual flirty self, he would get all flustered and find an excuse as to why he was acting weird instead of jokingly flirting back with you like he used to. Why did his face get red when you acted cute around him now? When you placed your legs over his lap or snuggled into his side, why did he need to cover his lap in fear that his true emotions would show? Why so suddenly did he have a crush on his best friend?

It was wrong since you were his best friend. How could he even possibly confess these feelings he was suddenly having and risk losing you? It would only create an awkward atmosphere, especially since all his friends were your friends. Maybe it was simply a faze that happened with having such a beautiful best friend? It had to happen to other girl/guy friendships at one point, right? This was normal, nothing to really worry about, right? That’s what Jake hoped.

You sipped your iced coffee as you let the warm breeze hit your cheeks, looking at your best friend as he continued to type away on his laptop, “Guess what,” You exclaimed, breaking the silence, “Ji-ho finally asked me on a date!”

That caught his attention as Jake lifted his head from his screen with wide eyes and a surprised expression on his face. He was trying to find the right words, not wanting to say anything mean about that douchebag, “That’s great. Where are you guys going on a date?”

“Well, since we have our friend outing tonight, I thought it would be a good idea to bring him to that!” You happily chimed, shooting Jake a flustered smile.

“Oh, great. I’m excited to meet him,” Jake tried his best to give you a bright smile, needing to fake it till he made it.

He could feel his emotions beginning to run high, not wanting his jealousy to show. Ji-ho wasn’t the type of guy you wanted to date. He was the typical douchebag boyfriend who was controlling about who his girlfriend hung out with and when she went out. He was known to break friendships apart no matter what gender they were. Jake only knew this since one of his friend’s girlfriends dated him in the past and it was bad news altogether. How could he tell you this though, especially with how happy you were about your upcoming date? What if he told you this and you got upset with him? Jake wasn’t sure how to properly handle this without upsetting you in some way.

That’s why he stayed quiet and just smiled at you as you continued to gush about Ji-ho. He needed to find a way to tell you how bad of a person Ji-ho was without hurting you, he couldn’t let you get hurt, not by that asshole.

After departing from the cafe, Jake tried his best to craft out a plan for tonight, even though every idea he had, fell short and ended with you upset with him. Jake just hoped that you would understand how much he cared for you and the reasoning behind his words instead of getting upset with him.

Even with the night sky shining bright, it was warmer than expected for a summer night. The streets were packed with people dressing to party and getting ready to get drunk since it was a Saturday night. Jake sipped on his cocktail, standing at the bar with Jay by his side as he finished explaining the situation to him and waited for your arrival.

“Wait, so you like Y/N now, but she’s bringing Ji-ho to our outing? So, what are you going to do? If things go well with those two, then you get screwed out man,” Jay asked, head still spinning from the large amount of information he just took in.

Jake ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t know man. Should I tell her about Ji-ho? Would she even believe me?”

“I mean Ji-soo will be here tonight, so you could always have her say something to Y/N about it? Ji-soo did date Ji-ho for a while, and it's inevitable that they’ll see one another so that could work?” Jay suggested, finishing his drink before gesturing to the bartender for another round.

“Fuck, I forgot to tell Sunghoon about that. He’s gonna be so pissed. He hates that guy, I mean, we all do, but he really hates that guy,” Jake ran his hands through his styled hair before finishing his drink and clenching his jaw.

As if on cue, Sunghoon appeared in front of them with Ji-soo by his side as the two men closed their mouths on the topic. Jake wanted to bring it up but got lost in conversation and before he could mention it, you appeared with Ji-ho next to you. Sunghoon’s smile immediately disappeared as he met Ji-ho’s eyes. Ji-ho let a devilish smirk cross his face as he gave the boys a dirty glare before shooting a wink towards Ji-soo. All this happening while you were right next to him, bear in mind. Jake hated the guy, and there was no way in hell that he was going to let you even think of dating him.

“Hey guys! This is Ji-ho, we work together,” You smiled, happily introducing the male beside you as Ji-ho gave a fake smile to them all.

“Look what the cat dragged in. Thought you moved since our breakup was “too hard on you”,” Ji-soo scoffed with venom in her tone as Sunghoon took a hold of her arm. You gave Jake a confused look as to what was going on and why no one ever told you they dated previously.

Ji-ho chuckled as he pulled you into his side, making you feel a bit uncomfortable since there was obviously some awkward tension between him and Ji-soo, “So I assume you two know each other,” You quietly stated, looking away from Ji-soo as Jake moved to pull you out of Ji-ho’s grasp and into his own.

You pushed Jake away from you as you took a deep breath, trying to wrap your head around the situation, “What’s going on here? Someone explain how these two know each other, and why everyone seems to know besides me,” You exclaimed, frustrated as to why your friends didn’t inform you that they knew Ji-ho.

“Y/N, maybe we should just go back to your place, and I can explain every-” Jake began before he was cut off by a low chuckle.

“Who are you again? And why are you trying to steal my date? Y/N’s here with me, not you,” Ji-ho firmly stated, wanting to show dominance in the escalating situation.

Jake’s grip on your wrist tightened further, feeling his blood beginning to boil, “Y/N, let’s leave and I’ll explain everything to you once we get to your apartment.”

“No, why don’t you explain now? You, out of everyone here, knew about me bringing Ji-ho here and introducing him to you guys, yet you all already know him? Someone explain,” You demanded as Ji-ho only smirked to himself, loving that your friends were only causing more trouble for themselves.

“I’ll explain to you, Y/N. This scumbag likes to degrade women and break their friendships before ending his relationships with them. He’s nothing, but trouble,” Ji-soo exclaimed, disgusted to even see him.

“Watch your mouth babe. Just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you get to spit bullshit. Just keep being pretty and keep your mouth shut,” Ji-ho chuckled, but his grin was quickly turned upside down after Jake landed a well-deserved punch to Ji-ho’s jaw, making him stumble backward slightly.

“Jake!” You gasped, wanting to move towards him, but Jay quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, not allowing you to intervene to ensure your safety if things were to get out of hand.

Thankfully, before any more friction could occur, the bar manager appeared in between Jake and Ji-ho with two big security guards following, “Get out! There is no tolerance for violence in my bar!”

Ji-ho chuckled, whipping the bit of blood that dripped from his now swollen lip, “Come on Y/N, let’s just go on our date somewhere else. Then no one can ruin it.”

You were torn, not knowing what to say or do at that moment. There was too much information placed on you at once that your brain wasn’t even able to properly rack through it all. Jake noticed you hesitating, giving off the possibility that you may still leave with him, that’s when he stepped in. He couldn’t allow you to be alone with him.

Jake took a tight hold of your hand before pulling you away from the rest of the group, leaving them to deal with Ji-ho, while Jake tried to talk some sense into you. You smacked his arm lightly, wanting him to let go of you as you continuously asked where he was taking you and what his issue was. Your apartment was only a block away, and once you arrived, you yanked your arm away from Jake’s grasp, upset that he was acting like this and embarrassed you in front of your date.

“What the fuck was that Jake? How do you guys know Ji-ho? And why did you not tell me any of this before you made me look like a fool in front of everyone?” You yelled, angry that your best friend wasn’t there for you like he always was. You wondered what was going on with Jake lately.

“I made you look like a fool? You’re the one who thought it would be a good idea to bring that asshole to our friend outing as a first date!” Jake yelled back, finally letting his pent-up emotions and frustrations out, “Ji-ho’s an asshole and deserved that hit. Actually, he deserves to have his ass kicked.”

“Explain how you know Ji-ho right now,” You stated, demanding to understand what was going on as you ran your hand through your hair, clearly stressed out.

“Fine. Ji-ho and Ji-soo dated a few years ago when Jay and Sunghoon first met her through a course. Once Ji-ho found out about Ji-soo’s male friends, he made her stop hanging out with them and told her that they were only trying to get into her pants. He degraded her by telling her that she was too ugly to get other men. It only got worse when he made her stop hanging with her close girlfriends, then she was all alone. That’s when he broke up with her and told her he was moving since the breakup was “too much for him”. Ji-soo was devastated, but really it was a blessing in disguise. That’s how she and Sunghoon got so close,” Jake explained quickly, wanting you to open your eyes and see how big of a mistake you could be making here if you did not believe him.

You took a second to take in everything he said, examining his facial features to realize how upset he was over this, “What’s up with you lately? You’ve been acting emotionless and distant towards me. Have I done something to offend you? Is it because I want to date Ji-ho? Wait, are you by chance jealous?” You questioned with annoyance, straying away from the prior conversation, wanting to get to the bottom of Jake’s sudden mood change towards you.

“Me? Jealous? Of Ji-ho? Never. I just don’t want you wasting your time and making the biggest mistake of your life, Y/N,” Jake exclaimed as he bit his lip, trying his best to keep his cool, in fear that if his emotions got out of hand, his true feelings would come to light.

Your patience was running thin as you threw your purse to the ground out of frustration, “How do you know that? How do you know I’ll be wasting my time with Ji-ho? Who are you to judge me?” You yelled, unconsciously growing closer to him as you stared into his eyes.

“Because you deserve better than that! You deserve someone who will put you on a golden pedestal and treat you like the beautiful, amazing woman you are!” Jake yelled, not wanting to hear that douchebag’s name again from your mouth as his hands gripped your shoulders to focus your attention solemnly onto him, “How could you just settle for someone like him? He’s scum and doesn’t deserve to even be near you, let alone be with you!”

You removed his hands from your shoulders, feeling a tear fall down your cheek, “Then who deserves to be with me? It’s not like there are men just showing up on my doorstep!”

“Me! I deserve to!” Jake yelled, surprisingly himself from his sudden confession as you went quiet with wide eyes. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as Jake watched your expressions to see if he was able to make a move or if he should back off.

“Prove it,” Was all you could whisper out, not realizing what came over you to provoke him further, but unconsciously knowing that you wouldn’t regret it later.

“Fuck it,” He whispered before pulling you into him as his soft lips captured yours in a heated embrace, your hands naturally settling against the nape of his neck.

His lips were intoxicating as if they were laced with your personal drug, bringing him closer into you, unconsciously showing just how much, you wanted him back, even if you were unaware yourself. Jake’s kept a tight grip on your waist, pulling your body flush against his as he carefully moved to press you against the cool wall of your apartment. Your head felt dizzy from how amazing this felt. Jake’s hands roamed further down your body, squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp, allowing for him to insert his tongue into your mouth. Unconsciously, you let out a small whimper after feeling his hard-on pressed against your upper thigh, trying to push away the desire that was creeping into you quickly.

You pulled away to take a breath as you looked at Jake’s lips, then to his eyes. They were filled with lust and love for you, making your heart race.

“Wait, best friends don’t do this. I shouldn’t have kissed you back. Maybe we should just forget about this. I mean, we both are stressed and emotional,” You tried your best to reason with yourself, even though you were directing it towards Jake, but it didn’t take much to see just how poor of a liar you were.

Even with trying to push him away, your arms stayed securely wrapped around his neck, not wanting to let go. Your mind was trying to play games with you, yet your heart knew of your real feelings, unconsciously instructing your body to listen to it.

“Then let’s not be friends anymore,” Jake stated, still gazing into your eyes as panic began to run through your body.

Your grip tightened on his neck as you began to fumble with your words, “What? I know you’re mad Jake, but you’re my best friend, and I can’t-”

You were cut off by his soft lips being pressed back onto yours as you kissed him back with desperation, “Can’t lose me? Then be mine. I can’t let you be with that asshole, not when I can give you everything you want,” Jake whispered against your lips as you tried your best to catch your breath, while surprisingly nodding to his question.

After seeing the smile that spread across his face, all you felt was happiness, love, and lust towards him. New feelings that you were excited to experience with him. He carefully led you towards the couch before sitting down and instructing you to sit on his lap as you quickly complied. A few innocent pecks turned into a heated make-out session quickly as Jake gripped your hips to slowly grind against his now fully hard cock, allowing for a few low groans to leave his lips from the much-needed friction.

His lips made their way down to your exposed neck at a slow pace, wanting to feel every small inch of you. You bit your lips, not wanting to crumble quite yet as you pulled his shirt up to express how desperately you wanted it off. Jake took the hint, breaking away from your neck to allow you to begin undressing him and yourself. It was only a matter of a second before the two of you were left only in your undergarments, lips locked with Jake’s hands roaming up and down your body. You shuffled backward, breaking your kiss to trace the outline of Jake’s hard cock suffocating in the confines of his boxers.

“Fuck, just touch me already. Don’t go playing around like this,” Jake moaned out, adoring the soft motions around his cock, “This is your last chance baby. Knock off the teasing.”

You smirked up at him as you continued your motions, wanting to see just what Jake would do if you exceeded your so-called ‘last chance’. Before you could retaliate with a sarcastic comment, you were flipped onto your back and being pressed into the soft couch cushions with Jake in between your thighs.

“Guess someone needs to be taught a lesson huh?” Jake scoffed before slowly moving down your body, teasing you just as you did before.

His teeth nipped at your exposed flesh while sucking a few marks into your upper thighs, knowing just how needy you were becoming for him. You whined out, loving the fire that burned in your body, yet it still wasn’t enough for you. You needed all of him.

“Jake, please,” You moaned out as his fingers pressed harshly onto your clothed clit, making a high-pitched whine leave your lips.

His fingers massaged your sensitive bud as your head laid back against the pillows. Carefully, Jake hooked his fingers around your panties before bringing them down completely, wanting to see your pussy on full display for him and only him.

The sight alone sent need and desire straight to his reddening cock as he quickly attached his mouth to your clit, allowing for one finger to slightly enter your soaked core. Your hands flew to his brown locks, needing to stabilize yourself from bucking into him as your eyes closed to take in the immense amount of pleasure running through your body. Jake hummed against your wet core, smirking from how quickly you unraveled from his minor actions. You could feel your high approaching, loving the feeling of his tongue on you, yet Jake sat upright before you could achieve your high.

“I’ll make you cum on my tongue next time. Right now, I need to be inside of you,” He panted slightly, removing his boxers as his cock sprung up against his toned stomach. You couldn’t help but grow wetter just from how delicious his cock looked.

Carefully, he aligned himself with your sopping core, rubbing your essence around to tease you further as you whined out on the brink of tears. Jake chuckled to himself before slowly pushing into you as his grip tightened on your waist before allowing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He couldn’t believe how amazing you felt around him, how tight you were, and how your core was already pulsing with desire for him. His breathing increased immensely, prompting him to take a moment to calm his desires, not wanting to cum too quickly since he wanted to enjoy your first time together.

“Jake, move please,” You barely whined out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him towards you to encase his lips with yours. You couldn’t get enough of him and how amazing he felt inside of you. You were moaning just from him being inside of you.

Without another word, he began to thrust into you at a slow pace, not wanting to hurt you and to see how you would react to his motions before deciding on how fast or rough he would want to be with you. The moan that slipped your lips was so delicate and alluring that he couldn’t help but quicken his movements, unconsciously thrusting harder into you as well.

“Look at you. Mesmerized by my cock. Do you think Ji-ho could make you feel this good? Hmm baby?” Jake asked, letting a grunt leave his lips as he kept his pace while staring into your eyes.

You tried your best to keep them open, but you couldn't help but close them from the tremendous amount of pleasure you were feeling right now. All you could do was moan, showing him that there was no way in hell anyone could make you feel better than he was. Still, he wanted an answer.

His hand latched onto one of your breasts before pinching your nipple, making you loudly moan out, “That’s not an answer baby. Use your words.”

“Fuck, no one can make me feel better than you can. God don’t stop Jake,” You whimpered out desperately as you felt intoxicated just by Jake’s presence alone.

His lips attached to your neck, still roughly thrusting into you as your hands gripped onto his locks tightly. You felt his teeth sink into your sensitive spot on your neck, making a high-pitched moan leave your chapped lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Just wait till Ji-ho sees this. Finally, will realize that you’re mine and only mine,” Jake smirked before giving more attention to the purple mark he was creating on you, “Fuck, you look so good like this. Crumbling underneath me. I could fuck you all night.”

“Who said you couldn’t?” You taunted with a small grin before letting another moan leave your lips as your nails scraped into his back, leaving small red marks to remind him of this.

Jake groaned out, placing his lips back onto you’re in a heated embrace “Don’t fucking tempt me or you won’t make it to work tomorrow.”

You whined out, trying to make out words before another moan released from your mouth, “Try me.”

Jake did love a challenge. Before you could process your own words, his pace increased, making high-pitched moans spill off your tongue as your eyes flew shut from how amazing you felt. You could feel your core pulsing rapidly around him as your high was so close you swore you could taste it. Jake could feel that you were holding back for him to give you the sign to release around him, but he wanted to push you a bit further to see just how much you could take.

“Gonna take my cum inside of you? Let me fill you up and show you who you belong to?” Jake moaned, now holding back his own high that was quickly approaching.

“Please, fuck Jake,” You cried, unable to hold back any longer, releasing around him with a loud moan.

Jake followed suit as you felt him spill inside of you, releasing a low groan before placing his lips onto yours, intensifying the moment to show just how much he truly cared and loved you. To show you how much he wanted this, how much he wanted you.

“Fuck, are you alright?” He asked, heavily breathing while examining your face to make sure you weren’t in pain or discomfort.

You smiled tiredly at him before pulling him into a soft kiss, making the two of you feel as if time had stopped, allowing for you both to feel all of one another and connect further than before, “I’ve never been so right in my life.”

A shy smile crept up onto Jake’s face with a slight blush to his cheeks, making you giggle out at his cute self, “Oh, so now you’re going to act shy?” You questioned, smiling up at him.

“You always make me shy when you look at me like that. It’s hard being so in love with you sometimes. You’re just so perfect,” Jake shyly confessed, lying next to you as he carefully pulled out of you before pulling you into his warm chest.

“No one’s perfect now,” You stated, beginning to play with his fingers from how shy he was making you feel.

“You’re right, but somehow, you made it possible,” He smiled as you hid your face into his chest, “Baby, did I prove it to you?”

You giggled from his teasing comment, referencing what you told him earlier as you lightly smacked his chest, “You should just be lucky that you’re amazing in bed.”

“And that you love me too,” Jake winked at you, making you roll your eyes at his true statement.

You kissed his nose before snuggling back into his chest, “That too.”

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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peaches & cream || soft!dark Jake Wyler x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18's 5k challenge! I used the prompt, "the town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks."

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), stalking/obsession, some degradation/negging (but lots of praise during the actual smut), kinda yandere vibes?, touch of breeding kink at the end, definitely flirting with the boundary between soft!dark and regular dark but I like to think it’s a fine line

“Sorry, but that’s a seasonal flavor,” the girl at the counter explained in a snarky monotone.

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it still… the season?” you pressed; normally you weren’t the sort of person to argue with a cashier over a milkshake, but the look she was giving you made you feel like she was holding out on you— especially when the promotional poster for the very thing you were trying to order was just behind her head, and said the flavor was available for two more days.

“We’re out,” she answered firmly, but then her face suddenly shifted to a much more pleasant expression as you heard the chime of the front door opening behind you.

You felt his body hovering behind yours just as his hand laid on the counter beside you, caging you in. It was even more unsettling with the context that there was a whole line of people waiting behind you already.

“I’ll get your usual,” the girl promised to the man beside with a flirtatious smile as she disappeared to the back, returning almost instantly with a shake in her extended hand. “Peaches and cream milkshake— extra whipped cream, no cherry. Enjoy!”

Your eyes widened at the reading of your own order. “I thought you were out!” you protested, going completely ignored.

"If you were my girl, this sort of thing wouldn't need to happen."

You recoiled from Jake's voice in your ear, and he smiled in spite of your snarl, bringing the straw to his lips slowly. With a shudder you walked away, deciding it was probably better to forgo a milkshake anyways— especially if it was a chance to avoid everyone’s favorite senior, the football king who basically owned the whole town for no other reason than being good-looking, athletic, and allegedly “charming” or whatever.

Of course, he followed you, sitting across from you in a booth and silently shooing his posse of fellow teammates to go off and give you two some space. If only he would give you space.

“We can share,” he offered as he held the milkshake out towards you. “I know it’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you explained quickly as you pulled a book out of your backpack, intent on ignoring him since you couldn’t physically force him to leave.

He shrugged and returned to sucking on the straw, watching you unwaveringly as you tried to read your book— staring at the page was going well, but you couldn’t seem to actually get any words down. Had you forgotten English as a written language or something?

“Could you leave?” you finally asked as you groaned and looked up from your book. “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m literally just sitting here,” he reminded you.

“And it’s distracting!”

He smirked proudly. “My presence tends to have that effect on people. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face back in your book. “You know, you may have everybody else fooled, but someday you’re gonna have to leave this pathetic little town and go into the real world where throwing a ball isn’t a career and nobody fawns over you just because you have the audacity to be attractive.”

He chuckled lightly. “Right, because you have those big city dreams of yours, but believe it or not some of us like this ‘pathetic’ little town.”

“Well, of course you would,” you snorted. “Your dad’s the mayor and your girlfriend’s the head cheerleader.”

“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected, finally getting your attention enough to make you shut your book.

“What?” you blurted out.

“Yeah, she dumped me,” he explained plainly.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, making him look much too proud of himself again. “Finally snapped out of the brainwashing, huh?” you added, effectively killing his smug expression.

“I guess you could say that. She met some college guy from out of town… I think her parents liked me too much, she needed a bit more rebellion.”

“Well, my condolences to you,” you smiled, “and my congratulations to her.”

“I thought you hated her,” he scoffed.

“Well, now she and I have something in common: a complete lack of interest in you!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he smirked, “she still comes over every now and again to suck my cock.”

You choked on nothing, face getting warm at his crude language. He didn’t talk like that with anyone else; it was so cruel the way he kept everybody in town under his spell except you, the way he let you in on his real darkness with no one else to confide in or believe you.

It was so fundamentally lonely, being the one person who wasn’t in love with Jake Wyler. It was even worse being the one person Jake Wyler loved.

At least, that was the word he used multiple times in his semi-anonymous letters, his incessant calls and emails, his speeches outside your window. He’d actually cooled off lately, you wondered if maybe he had finally let go of this ‘the one thing I can’t have’ obsession and learned to appreciate his girlfriend (who, for all her personality flaws, was objectively gorgeous, and seemed to at least be nice to him if nobody else).

But now that she left him (which you were still trying to process, honestly), you were surprised he hadn’t already moved on to the next best wannabe model and/or reinstated his campaign to win you over.

Then again, the look in his eye kind of made you think you were about to witness the second one.

“You know, when she does come over, I can only ever finish because I’m thinking about you,” he revealed in a low voice. You grimaced and slid out of the booth, stuffing your book into your bag and barely managing to throw him a goodbye before you dashed out.

It wasn’t like you really thought you could get away from him— he had made it clear over and over that you couldn’t— but the idea of being crammed in that booth with him, surrounded throughout the diner by his adoring fans who somehow didn’t manage to overhear him when he said those awful things, made you feel nauseous.

What you should’ve considered was that, fans or not, those people were witnesses, and now that you were running out into the dark streets of the town and he was chasing after you, you didn’t have any. It was just you and him, and when you turned into an alleyway to try to get home faster, even the dim glow of the streetlights couldn’t see you anymore.

“Hey,” he stopped you with a tight grip on your arm, pulling you back into him.

“Let me go!” you whined, trying to tug yourself away but only ensuring that his hand would leave a bruise on your arm.

“I will when you just hear me out, okay?” he hissed, spinning you around to look up at him. "Why don't you just give me a chance? Don't you wanna be popular?"

"I don't want to be anything that requires being within ten yards of you!" you spat.

He seemed bewildered, but you knew he wasn’t actually that stupid. "Why?"

"Because you know why!"

He sighed, slumping his shoulders a little. "Are we still on that, really? I told you, you should take it as a compliment. You know how many girls would kill to catch me jerking off in their panties?"

"You're sick, Jake,” you sighed, “and you're really good at hiding it from everyone else but I know what you really are. You told me you needed help with algebra and I actually believed you, for months you were lying to me to get close so you could perv on me when you already had a girlfriend and two side chicks anyways— god, Jake, you're crazy!"

You yelped when he pinned you to the wall, blue eyes darker than ever. "I really, really hate that word."

Against the wall, your back straightened as you felt the tone shift completely for a moment before he was back to his jovial self again, giving you a somber but almost-genuine smile.

“The only kind of crazy I am is crazy about you,” he defended with a laugh, leaning in a little closer. “Why can’t you see that?”

As his eyes moved from your own to your lips, a renewed sense of fear shot through you. “Jake…” you mumbled, apparently your feeble attempt to ask him to stop.

“Just one kiss,” he bargained, “and then I’ll let you go. Okay? That’s all I need.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, turning your head away as he leaned in even further. “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s just a kiss, baby,” he cooed. “Then you can leave. Hey, you might actually like it. You know, I think that’s what you’re really scared about… and I get it! When I first realized I was in love with you, it was scary for me, too— I mean, I’m the most important guy in town and you’re just some bookworm, it’s sort of social suicide for me so I had a lot to worry about.”

There he went with his negging again, trying to bring you down to his level. Your brain knew that, it saw right through it, but your gut still sank with doubt.

“But I know now that love is nothing to be afraid of,” he concluded.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes, “I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me if I don’t do what you want.”

“Well, that is something to be afraid of,” he replied with the coldest laugh you’d ever heard; you didn’t hear any agreement, but the lack of denial was deafening. “So just be my good girl and let me kiss you…”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes wide open and searching for anywhere to look but up at him.

He was so close now that his lips brushed against yours with his command: “say it.”

You stammered over your breath, not sure exactly what he was asking for, and you winced as you felt his grip tighten on your arms.

“Say, ‘kiss me’,” he clarified in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘please’...”

“Please,” you repeated awkwardly, hearing it in your voice but so clearly not your own words, “kiss me.”

He let his mouth intertwine with yours and your eyes were still wide open as he let his own fall shut, moving his hands to clutch your face gently instead as you gave a weak effort to kiss him back.

Objectively, he was good at this. A lot of things were objectively true about Jake: as much as you forced yourself not to see it, he was handsome; as much as it didn’t really matter to you, a boycotter of all things sports, he was talented; and, as much as no one else realized it, he was completely deranged. For every word of kindness from him there was another of anger. For every love letter in your locker, there was a threat left scrawled on crumpled paper inside your bedroom, just so he could remind you that your parents would let him into the house if he asked and never question it.

Which was why it was extremely important that you did not enjoy this kiss. You needed to hate the way his fingers traced over the pulse in your neck, the way his tongue tickled yours, the way his teeth just barely grazed your lip until your knees went a little weak.

But wow, there was something primally satisfying about melting into his arms, feeling his strength support you like it was nothing when he held your waist and pulled you closer.

You could almost forget that it was him. But then he mumbled your name into the kiss, nearly moaned it in fact, and it pulled you back to reality. With a gasp, you pushed him away and blinked your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them; hating how quickly you’d started to give in to him.

“There, one kiss,” you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve. “I’m gonna go home now—”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed incredulously. “You’re gonna kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel this, too? We’re so meant for each other— we even order the same milkshake!”

“That doesn’t matter!” you denied.

“I love you!”

“That doesn’t matter either!”

You turned to leave but he grabbed you again from behind, covering your mouth with his hand when you opened your mouth to scream. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he hissed in your ear, “and don’t walk away from me.”

Fighting against his grip did nothing but exhaust you: he only needed one arm to hold you back as he dragged you deeper into the alley. Your legs swung wildly and landed a kick to his shin, and he plugged your nose while he was covering your mouth so you couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me, you stuck up little bitch,” he growled. “I’m really sick of this ‘hard to get’ act. I know you want me. So shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, okay? You gonna be good?”

In that moment, you would’ve agreed to anything for a chance to fill your lungs with fresh air, and so you nodded, the back of your head rubbing against his chest.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so nobody catches you getting fucked like a whore in this alley?”

Another nod, more feverish than the last, ended with a sharp inhale as he let go of your nose. But he was still covering your mouth, his arm around you now feeling less like restraint and more like an embrace.

"I've wanted you for so long, you can't even imagine," he explained softly as he leaned down and kissed your neck, gripping your waist tighter. "You and this perfect body of yours. This smart little head that thinks too much…"

You swallowed dryly as his hand trailed lower.

"This pussy you've been hiding from me for much too long," he added darkly, roughly shoving his hand up your skirt.

You whined behind his hand but he didn’t seem to care; he pulled your skirt up and grinned at the sight of your panties— because he recognized them.

“I remember these,” he purred. “They look good on you, baby, but they looked better covered in my come.”

Your cheeks burned with shame— you already hated yourself for still wearing the pair he’d tampered with, but it was harmless after a few runs through the washer, right? You weren’t going to stop wearing your favorite panties just for him, that would mean he won, in a sense; or, that’s what you told yourself to justify not burning them.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna be soaked by the time I’m done with you,” he purred, slipping two fingers between your legs and growling slightly. “Well, actually, you’ve already done a lot of the work for me.”

He pulled the fabric aside and explored your pussy instead, tightening his grip over your mouth as you made little muffled yelps. The rough pads of his fingers found and targeted your clit instantly, that megawatt smile pressed against your ear as he started to rub your bud harder.

“Mm, feels good, huh?” he taunted, moving even faster as your hips jolted unintentionally. He stopped only to bring the fingers to his lips, humming at the taste of you which he sucked off of them. “So sweet, babygirl— better than any peaches and cream milkshake, that’s for sure.”

The wet fingers trailed down your body again, finding your entrance that he suddenly pushed into; it was a little too much without any warning and it made your eyes shoot wide open, a squeak barely escaping your throat.

"Just as tight as I imagined, baby,” he sighed, “all those times I used your panties, or hooked up with somebody who almost looked like you from behind. You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, I know you want it so bad.”

He took his fingers out of you to reach back and open his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle matched in upsettingness only by the sound of his jeans sliding down to his thighs.

You heard your own breath loud and heavy against his hand as you felt his hard cock press against your thigh, a drop of precum smearing on your skin. Your breathing halted suddenly, though, when he slid himself between your legs to rub his cock over your exposed and swollen pussy.

“Oh, babygirl, you really are too good to me,” he grinned, kissing your ear tenderly. “So fucking wet and ready for me, huh? You need it that bad? You’re gonna get it, baby, ‘m gonna give it to you so good…”

Bracing yourself as best you could, you felt the head of his cock push against your entrance before he slammed in all at once, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh god,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re so warm…”

Already he was fucking into you roughly, pumping faster and deeper, paying no mind to your choked sobs of pain from the wide stretch. Even when it stung it felt oddly good, and the underside of his cock seemed to slide perfectly over your g-spot with each movement until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

“So fucking good,” he moaned hoarsely as he braced you against the brick wall for leverage, reaching back down with his free hand to rub your clit again. He chuckled when your legs quivered, and he must have felt your walls tighten around him, too. “I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby, if I take my hand away are you gonna be good?” he asked darkly. You nodded, enjoying the brief feeling of freedom that came from not having his hand over your mouth anymore. But then again, it was humiliating that now he could hear your panting breaths, your desperate mewls that you failed to swallow down.

He made a sound that was almost like a laugh as he watched you squirm in his arms, one more way he had to lord this all over you, as if forcing you to take him in an alley wasn’t enough on its own.

His breath against your ear was hot and strained, each meeting of your hips to his accentuated with a little grunt from him. It didn’t help at all that his fingers were rubbing you just right, with so much skill that you wondered if he’d somehow figured out how you touched yourself when you needed to get off. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to have spied on you before, even if you couldn’t figure out when or how.

The hand that used to cover your mouth slid up under your shirt and pulled your bra down, a large, rough hand groping each breast and pinching your nipples until you bit down on your lip to stay quiet. For all the mocking and teasing he’d done before, he was pretty direct now— like he was trying to make you come as fast as possible, overloading your body with sensation.

And did he have to be so fucking good at it?

“I know you’re close, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “just let go…”

“Jake, please,” you sobbed, too far gone to appreciate that no begging would make him stop now.

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly, fucking you even faster as he sucked a mark onto your neck, and finally it all came crashing down with a choked-out cry of his name and a gush of warmth dripping out around his length.

“Ohh fuck, there you go, fuck it feels good when you come for me,” he grunted, thrusting even faster. “You’re gonna milk my cock with that pretty pussy, babygirl— you’re gonna make me come…”

“J-Jake, not inside!” you interjected, getting his hand back over your mouth in return.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “waited too long for this to pull out now. Feels too fucking good.”

Behind his hand, the difference between whines of hatred and moans of pleasure was irritatingly subtle.

“I love you,” he reminded you in a voice exhausted yet heavy with desire, “so fucking much…”

A few more erratic, brutal thrusts accompanied by heavy pants and he was gone; you could feel his cock pulsing with each rope of come that filled you, so deep that your head fell dejectedly with the realization you had no hope of washing it out now.

His hand fell from your mouth but he didn’t pull out for another few moments as he caught his breath, gently peppering your neck and cheek in slow kisses. “Baby,” he finally sighed, breaking the crushing silence, “you’re so fucking perfect. I knew you were made for me.”

I hate you, you wanted to cry out, but words escaped you as he hugged you tightly and pulled your panties back into place, soaking them with his come as it leaked out of you just like he’d promised. He stuffed his cock back into his jeans and helped you adjust your clothes back to looking almost presentable, finishing it off by turning you around and smiling at you with serene pride before kissing your forehead.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful prom queen," he cooed, “especially if you’ve already got a nice little bump showing…”

His hand rubbed beneath your belly button for emphasis, making you whimper and force your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Shh, don’t cry, baby,” he soothed, kissing your cheek softly. “Trust me, you're gonna love being my girl."

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #dark!jake wyler x reader #idek how to tag this nobody's looking for jake wyler fics lmao

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almanacrat · 3 years ago

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Hi there!

Would it be possible to please request an imagine with Josh? Maybe y/n is an intern at a recording studio and that’s kind of how they meet? the whole time would be them flirting with each other and joking around idk I’m feeling some josh fluff xx

Spin Me Round (Josh Kizska x Reader)

Warnings: none

Y/n had been an intern at Sun Studios, a recording studio in the heart of New Mexico, for around for months now. She never saw anyone too special at her work. There were a few relatively famous people she had met, but they weren't too different from the usual one hit wonders or trust fund babies she usually had to deal with. Y/n mentally prepared herself for the day. She had been told by her supervisor, in a pretty frank manner, that a new rising band would be coming in to record, so she needed to keep her head in the game.

"Y/n, we've got a band coming in to record tomorrow that could be potential rockstars. You're great, and I believe in you and all that stuff, but don't jack this up." He instructed with a heavy New Jersey accent.

Y/n heard the bell on the glass door chime as the hand on the clock passed 10:30. The supposed rockstars were supposed to arrive at 10:00, but were nowhere to be seen at that time. Y/n understood that mornings were hard, but 10 in the morning isn't unbearably early, and punctuality is important. She scoffed internally as she made her presumptions about what the band would be like. their lack of timeliness led her to believe that they would be stuck up and pretentious. Y/n swept her negative thoughts aside, numbing the dread that had built up in her mind, and went to greet whoever had just walked in. At the front of the studio stood four boys, three of which couldn't seem to stand in place.

"I'm so sorry we're late, we had some unforeseen difficulties." One of the boys spoke, noticing Y/n. He had dark, curly hair and tan skin.

"He means that Josh wouldn't get out of bed." Another spoke. This one was about the same height as the one with the darker hair, only he had light hair that waved gently at the ends.

"That is not true!" A boy with a curly afro-like hairdo interjected.

All except for the dark haired one broke out into a semi hushed argument amongst themselves. Y/n could hear bits and pieces of them fighting over who made them late and who didn't do what.

"Greta Van Fleet?” Y/n asked, confident she already knew the answer.

“That’s us. I’m Josh, I play vocals.” Josh stepped forward, giving her hand a gentle kiss and smiling.

“I’m Sam and I play keys and bass.” Sam shook her hand, “By the way, vocals aren't a real instrument.” He whispered in her ear, making a smirk form on her face.

“I heard that!” Josh fired back, starting another hushed argument between them.

Y/n didn't usually take a liking to extroverted people like Josh. She typically just found them to be a nuisance, but something about the way Josh acted enticed her. The way he seemed to bounce off the walls without moving a muscle piqued her interest, and his looks certainly didn't hurt.

“I’m Jake, Josh’s twin, and I play guitar.” Jake said with a hint of shyness.

“I’m Danny, and I play-” He let out an exasperated sigh as the arguing beside him increased in volume, distracting him, “And I play drums. And babysit too, apparently.” He gave an annoyed glance at Sam and Josh.

This brought a warm laugh out of Y/n. She understood how Danny felt, having two younger sisters of her own, who also happened to be twins.

“Brothers? All three of them?” Y/n asked Danny, pointing to the trio.

“Yup.” Danny said.

The three brothers weren’t paying attention in the slightest. Josh and Sam had seemed to rope Jake into their argument and now all three were fully invested, making wild hand gestures and an array of expressions.

“Okay, boys, as much as I'd like to hear your life stories, time is money.” Y/n gestured for them to follow her back to one of the studio rooms.

All followed obediently at first, but Josh trailed off and got sidetracked by a picture of Y/n with Mick Jagger that hung on the wall.

“Firecracker!” Y/n addressed Josh, briefly forgetting his name, and thankful that he answered to the nickname, “Come on.” She said with an amused smile.

The other boys snickered at him for getting distracted, but he didn't seem to notice or care.

“You met Mick Jagger?” Josh asked with gleaming eyes.

“Sure did.” Y/n responded.

“How was it? Was he as grand and royal as he seems? What was he like?” Josh’s words sped up and his round eyes got larger.

“He was grumpy.” Y/n said simply, causing all the boys to laugh.

“We’re going to be in studio 5 today. There shouldn't be anyone else here so you can be as loud as you want, just please don't break anything. I’m going to let you all have some practice time while I get the tech room set up.” Y/n told them before retreating to the tech room to make sure everything was ready to go.

Y/n’s mind wandered as she put some things away that had been left out from the day before. Jake’s guitar sounded in the back ground, joined by drums and piano. Y/n couldn't stop thinking about the vocalists strong arms and wondrous eyes. she was in love with the way he spoke within seconds, and wondered what if would be like to mean something to him. As y/n stepped onto the ladder to put something on the top shelf, she lost her balance and found herself falling backward. A squeal escaped her mouth, thinking she would hit the ground, but a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

“Careful there, mama.” Josh’s voice made her stomach jump.

“Thanks. Don't you need to be practicing?” She asked.

“I find talking to you more appealing.” He grinned at her.

“Do you, firecracker?” Y/n blushed.

“Indeed I do, darling. I want to know more about you?” Josh brushed a stray standoff hair behind her ear, grazing the tips of his fingers lightly down her neck, making her skin tingle.

“What do you want to know?” Y/n avoided eye contact.

“What’s your favorite band?” He asked.

“Green Day.” Y/n still refused to make eye contact, certain that her cheeks were still tinted pink.

“Look at me, mama.” Josh swerved his head, trying to make eye contact with her. “Don’t get shy with me. Come on! What’s got you being weird?” Josh teased, making them both laugh.

“You! You're making me be weird!” Y/n teased back, shoving him playfully and lightly.

“Yeah? How’s that, hmm?” Josh poked her sides, a giddy smile on his face.

Y/n tried, but failed to hold in her giggles as Josh prodded her, making her stumble to the ground, bringing Josh with her.

“Stop it!” Y/n gasped through giggles.

“Stop what?” Josh had a shit-eating grin on his face as he held her, her back to his chest.

“You know damn well what!” Y/n shot back.

“Only if you say the magic words.” Josh nuzzled his face into her neck, his hair tickling her skin even more.

“Please?”

“Wrong. You have to tell me I’m a very handsome boy.” Josh required.

“Fine! You’re a very handsome boy.” Y/n told him breathlessly.

“Why thank you!” Josh exclaimed pompously.

“I’ll get you for that, Kizska.” Y/n swore, regaining her composure.

Y/n took her opportunity to embarrass him during the recording session. Josh kept messing up the words whenever he would look at her, making the rest of the group laugh and become frustrated simultaneously.

“Quit staring at me and get your head in the game, pretty boy.” Y/n spoke over the intercom after Josh messed up, causing Jake, Sam, and Danny to snicker.

This didn't stop Josh from staring at her, but it did help with getting some work done. Of course, Y/n messed up plenty herself. She got so distracted by the intense eye contact they made and how pretty he looked singing that she would slip up and have to redo something. Because of this, they had to record the drums and keys again for one song. Josh sat at the back of the recording room with Sam and Danny, sipping some water. Jake entered the tech room, taking a seat next to Y/n.

“My brother has taken quite a liking to you.” Jake said after a few minutes of casual conversation.

“Oh, yeah? Which one?” Y/n asked just to mess with him.

“You know which one! The one that kept messing up his words because he was staring at you.” Jake replied.

“Oh! you mean the one that’s staring at us right now?” Y/n looked at Josh through the glass, who was staring right back at her and Jake.

“He looks like a lost puppy. It’s disgusting.” Jake said sarcastically, making them both laugh.

As the two boys with their instruments prepared to play again, they kicked Josh out. You could hear them telling him to leave because he was too hyper and that he needed to “take a lap around the country”. Josh left the room and appeared seconds later at the door to the tech room. Josh began to open it before Jake shut him out, locking the door.

“No. You’re not allowed in here.” Jake spoke to him through the closed door.

“What? Why not?” Josh’s muffled voice sounded through the room as Y/n held back laughs.

“Because you’re going to be in here goofing off and flirting, and then it’s gonna take us longer to leave, and I'm ready to go home.” Jake said before adding, “No offense, Y/n. You’re great, but I'm tired.”

“Unbelievable!” You saw Josh’s jaw drop as he feigned shock.

After another hour of talking with Jake and recording with Sam and Danny, the session was finally finished. The boys all looked tired. Well, all except Josh, who was a constant sunbeam.

Everyone said their goodbyes and headed out to Josh’s white jeep truck. Sam and Danny were trying to decide where to eat while Jake got on his phone. Josh lingered in the doorway, the warm light of a streetlamp illuminating his features.

“So...” Josh suddenly got shy.

“So...?” Y/n stood in the doorway of the studio.

“I really liked meeting you... and I, uh...” Josh couldn't decide what he wanted to say, but it didn't matter. the space between their faces was closing, and he felt as though it were then or never. He cupped Y/n’s face with his hands and pressed a soft yet tender kiss to her lips. His heart filled with glee as Y/n kissed back, placing a one hand on his chest and looping the other one behind his neck. After a few seconds, they broke the kiss and cheers erupted from the truck. Sammy’s wolf whistle the loudest of them all.

“I oughta be goin, mama. See you around.” Josh’s cheeks were red and he planted a quick peck on Y/n’s cheek before going to the truck, looking back at her as he got in.

Y/n went back into the studio, face warm and brain numb, to start on second half of her work on the album. She saw a yellow post-it note on the sound control board with writing on it, and smiled as soon as she picked it up and saw the number on it with a little message.

“Call me :)

xx Josh”

Thank you for the request!! I hope you enjoy it :)

Also sorry if it seems a little scatterbrained, I got really sick so I was on steroids when I wrote this.

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duskwoodgirl4life · 2 years ago

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This is a sequel too We're Not Friends Anymore you once again a massive thank you too the wonderful @ophiume for working with me on this amazing idea.

Check out my masterslist list here for We're Not Friends Anymore

Jake's POV

Things happen for all kinds of reason's this is my story of how things unfolded and how I met the love of my life.

Chapter 1

A lot of things can happen in your life some good, other times bad things can happen it all started when Sophie Adams 34 married Mark Donfort. They had a little boy Jake he was 3 years old, Sophie loved her son dearly and would do anything for him. Unlike her husband who didn't pay much attention too him. He was always too busy doing things in his own life that he enjoyed doing. Sophie and Mark had been married for 3 years it was a rocky relationship, but Sophie wanted too make it work for Jake's sake.

The last few days Sophie and Mark had been arguing more than usual, Mark stormed out of the house slamming the door behind him. Jake started too get upset and the tears fell, Sophie scooped him up in her arms holding him close with one hand rubbing his back. Awhile later Mark had come back he had been drinking the smell of alcohol lingered on his breath. He always tried sweet talking Sophie wrapping his arms around her waist. She didn't want too start another argument for Jake's sake, so she just went along with it and let him kiss her up and down her neck.

The next morning Sophie got up too make breakfast Mark was still in a good mood who wouldn't be after what he got last night. He made his way into the kitchen putting his hands all over Sophie. Jake was sat at the table eating away and making noises this of course made Mark turn round and snap.

Mark: why can't he just shut up for 5 minutes

Sophie: Mark!! Don't talk too your son like that

Mark: he's always making a noise he needs too shut up

Sophie: that's enough Mark, leave Jake alone he's done no wrong.

Mark: I've had enough of this I'm going too work

Mark grabbed his jacket and keys slamming the door behind him, leaving Sophie and Jake in the house. While mark was at work he would often flirt with another women, a women that held a very special place in his heart. Her name is Stacy Douglas she works in the same department as mark they grew very close over the years, while still married too Sophie Mark asked Tracy for her hand in marriage. Soon the pair married it was a small ceremony with a select number of people invited.

Sophie was busy getting Jake ready for nursery, he was always so excited he loved going too nursery. Once they arrived Jake kissed his mum goodbye and ran into the play area. His favourite toy too play with was a toy computer he would sit for hours playing with it.

While Jake was at nursery Sophie went too do some shopping, she picked up what she needed plus a treat for Jake. She spotted a toy computer, just like the one he loves too play with at nursery. She just had too get it for him he was going too love it, once she was home she put the shopping away and went into Jake's bedroom and put the toy on his bed. After she had finished cleaning it was time too go pick Jake up from nursery.

Sophie grabbed her jacket and keys and went too pick up Jake, soon as she arrived Jake came running up too her and gave her a big hug. On the way home he told her about his day he played with his favourite toy, then did some painting and drawing. When they got back Mark had finished work early and was already home. He tried too act like nothing bad happened and talk too Jake. Jake wouldn't go near him and hid behind his mum's legs.

Mark: what's all that about?

Sophie: what do you expect, after what happened this morning

Mark: that was nothing, he should know I won't hurt him

Sophie: Mark, he's only little you act like that and he's going too get scared

Mark: I don't have time for this, I need too go get a shower, the office need me too go cover for another branch so I will be away for 2 weeks.

Sophie: your just telling me this now?

Mark: i didn't know before, look I need too go get sorted we can sort this out when I get back.

Sophie picked up Jake giving him a hug and sat him down on his chair.

Sophie: looks like it's just me and you for a while Jake

Jake: yay, me and mummy and no daddy

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hacked-by-jake · 3 years ago

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Hbj, first of all I hope you have a great day. The theories about Jake using the character, it's making me crack my head, I've always been suspicious of the fact that he has such a quick love interest in MC, I don't see the point in him trusting and liking lovingly so fast in someone he doesn't know, whenever things get tough, he loves to say sweet things to calm down.

I love Jake, but of all the questions he can ask a stranger he decides to ask if MC has a boyfriend? It's like he wants to make sure he can use this method and after episode 8 when we decided to tell how we felt about what happened with Richy, I found him so cold in his responses, trying to treat the situation as unimportant and that bad things happen and when he saw that he was not convinced, he started to say beautiful things, I found it strange that he thought about giving up his sister for a complete stranger, because that's what we are, we don't know Jake and neither does he know us.

Despite all the theories, I know that when I talk to Jake again I'm going to trust him completely, after all they are theories, but the signs are there.

(If Jake is manipulating MC I will cry for days)

Hey, dear Anon! <3

Thank you very much! I also hope that you have a nice day/evening/night. <3

Well, first of all, even though the topic hurts a little, just like with you, but I love talking about it.

And I apologize in advance that the answer has become so long. I didn't expect that myself. xD

I fully understand your thoughts about this, and I’m also afraid that Jake is just taking advantage of us. I try to be as neutral as possible, so as not to be completely biased.

Okay, so I can say for myself, and for many others, that we’re actually the same on that point with Jake. We also trust him incredibly fast although he is anything but trustworthy at the beginning.

You know, I think the relationship between MC and Jake is a little bit based on soul mates. That it’s not a coincidence that we get to know him and that we get along so quickly.

We write more with Jake than with the other characters with whom we can enter into a closer relationship. For example, Richy, even when you flirt with Richy, it goes very fast to the point where you can get closer to him.

I think in some ways this "everything goes fast" is also simply because of the way the game works. I mean, we can’t take so much time to get to know everybody.

We immediately talk to all the characters, and directly a lot. If it would take longer in the game, it would be strange firstly because of Hannah, because she would be kidnapped much longer, and secondly, there would be a lot of tension missing. At least I think so.

You know, I think he’s asking MC if we have a boyfriend, actually, is more of a sign that he’s really interested. I don’t consider Jake to be someone who gets closer to someone when the person is already in a relationship. I think he really wanted to know. Because if he did all this just to make us trust him, he might not care if MC is in a relationship or not.

As we can notice, Jake has a hard time getting social contacts, having a hard time with things like smalltalk, etc. he tells us (we can ask him that, but I think only in the premium version) that he is and always was alone. (I can’t remember his exact wording.) And later he tells us that Hannah and Lilly are the only family he has left.

I think MC has just been the first person to really care about him for a long time, asking him more private questions. Directly during our second conversation with him, we can talk to him about the desert island, and ask him, for example, which programs he uses to hack.

I think, as he says himself, we immediately had a good relationship with each other. And if he’s been alone for a long time, and then someone like MC comes and pays attention to his personality, and not just superficially, he enjoys it.

We have not been deterred by him and his performances, and have treated him as a normal person. Not, for example, like the government that sees him as a criminal, but we know he’s a hacker, but we don’t let that put us off.

In episode 8, when Lilly criticizes us for really trusting him, we can say that we had no choice. We had to trust him, to help Hannah.

And so it was for him with MC. He was just trying to save his sister who was kidnapped in front of him. And all of a sudden, our number comes from Hannah. He had as few options as we had. He’s just trying to find his sister, so he has to trust the person whose number seems to have something to do with it.

Moreover, we are all in a dark time. A kidnapper and murderer who kidnapped one person, murdered one person, and maybe even a second one, Richy.

Everything is always under stress and we are working hard to find and save Hannah. Stress, grief and worry. When two people like MC and Jake meet and have to work so closely together, then a little distraction is really good. Or being drawn closer to someone when you’re desperate.

And then he writes a pretty agitated message, I don’t know if you ever chose this option, I can recommend it to you.

I think we can see how Jake really is when we talk to him about that Hannah might have done something to herself.

Jake says, "But if you think she might have done something to herself, that’s out of the question."

We can then say it’s okay, and we’ll continue to talk to him. However, we can continue to talk about it and tell him, for example, that we should not exclude anything. He’s still stubborn, and we can tell him, "Why are you so stubborn?"

(well, unfortunately I can’t find the screenshot of this place and I can’t remember his exact wording)

However, he sounds so desperate and worried and it also sounds a bit like a reproach, so that he even apologizes afterwards and says that he did not want us to feel bad about him.

(Maybe there is someone here who has selected it and has a screenshot of it)

Yes, unfortunately Jake, in episode 8 when we talk about Richy, sounds and is very cold and emotionless. I think it’s just hard for him to understand how it felt. And "unfortunately" he is more focused on finding Hannah that is one of the only things that interest him.

I think Jake is also kind of blaming himself for not being able to help Hannah faster.

As we also know from episode 8, Hannah had sent him an email. However, this address was no longer active, and he only saw it when it was actually too late. He called her right away, but if he’d seen the message sooner, that might never have happened. Of course, it’s not his fault, but that’s how we humans are. And I think it’s the same with him.

If he feels guilty, I can understand that he wants to help so badly. He probably blames himself for breaking off contact with her at the time. That he didn’t dare tell his sister he is her brother.

Maybe then everything would have been different, and Hannah wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

I think he was thinking of giving up on Hannah and running away with MC because it was stressful for him, too. He also suffers from the situation, but does not admit it to himself.

As he says himself, he tries to look at everything as objectively as possible, so he ignores what happened to Jessy and Richy. Because I think he’s also hiding his own feelings.

And in between, we can see him from the emotional side. Only rarely, but sometimes it happens.

And right now he realizes that for some time it would be easier to disappear with MC and turn your back on everything. Since the situation also burdens him, it is quite normal to think about choosing the easier way, which would also make him feel better.

But, as he also says, this would bring nothing. The responsibility would catch up with us and we would live forever with the guilt of just letting Hannah down.

And last but not least: the topic of manipulation.

And yes, that’s exactly what Jake is doing with us, manipulating us by using our feelings for him, and calming us down by telling us nice things.

Best we see this in episode 7. After his pursuers tried to hack us. Although he used this method before, manipulated us, but in episode 7 it is the most extreme to see.

However, I have to say that we are doing the same thing with him. We’re doing the same thing.

And best we see that, in episode 8.

When we tell him that the others want to see what we have for clues, etc., and the others want him to come into the group.

We know for a fact that Jake isn’t thrilled. But we get him to decide against it by saying, "I can’t do this without you."

And that’s actually also a point that shows me that Jake really likes us, he gives in and accepts the situation after we tell him that.

And that’s exactly what happens when we ask him to write the letter to Ted with Lilly, where we can tell him that we’d like him to be there. And from that moment, Jake says yes.

If he really didn’t want it, or he didn’t care that we told him we couldn’t do it without us, he wouldn’t give in.

He would just keep saying that he doesn’t want to and he doesn’t want to talk to us about it.

We wouldn’t even have time to contradict him, or just tell the others everything, since he could have erased any evidence from our phone.

He lets us manipulate him as much as he manipulate us.

And he writes when he joins the group chat that he wants to change his mind to tell the others everything, because of us.

And even the others realize that Jake likes us.

Lilly, for example, says (when we talk to her in episode 6) that he interrupted the vote, that his reaction wasn’t normal just because he cared about the subject. He’s very biased, not just because we’re important to him to save Hannah. It’s because we were treated unfairly by Lilly and the others.

Jessy says to Phil that there’s someone who likes us, but she doesn’t know if we’re reciprocating his feelings.

I don’t think I need to say anything about Dan, do I?

Jake and MC are not as inconspicuous together as the two think themselves.

I think I’ve addressed the most important things now, so I want to say an end conclusion: I really believe that Jake likes us and not just manipulates us. I really think he wants to get closer to us.

I’m not a psychologist or anything, of course, but I think Jake has some psychological problems that he might even know himself. Many things are difficult for him and I can often identify with him on this point.

His actions and manner are not always the right ways, sometimes he does not know how to behave and what is okay and what is not. We can see it with Jessy and Richy.

With us, he tries to show empathy and support us, which is why he wants us to rest a little afterwards.

Jake doesn’t seem to have had an easy life, and of course that leaves its mark. I don’t think he’s that cold sometimes because he means it badly.

I know we haven’t known him for long, but this whole situation is so special that it’s not surprising that MC and Jake get along so well and get closer.

Of course I can’t say exactly, maybe it’s really all just played by him, that we will only see at the end, but I don’t think that everything is fake.

And of course, thank you very much for sharing your thoughts and theories with us. As you can see, I had a lot to say and really enjoyed answering that, and I hope I could help you a little bit.

So, I hope that I have not forgotten anything important now and that I have taken up everything I wanted to and can say. 😅

As I said, I don’t know everything myself, and this is just my opinion. I hope I’ve managed not to be so biased.

Take care of yourself and stay healthy, lovely Anon!💚🎭🌹

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years ago

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good trope or bad trope: one of them waking up from surgery or something and being so high on drugs they forget they're together and the other has to explain it

good trope GOOD trope good trope! and this was probably just a question but I couldn't resiiiist

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It's kind of sad to think about the fact that Amy is already used to monitors beeping in a cold hospital room around her squad and, mostly, around her partner. They've been in so many horrible situations, so many little moments where she's had to worry about them, that today she's almost glad she doesn't have to. Jake's surgery had neither been scheduled nor planned, and there had been a whole lot of panic leading up to it when she drove him to the hospital wincing in pain, his arms clutched around his lower stomach, but the doctor's told her they came in early enough for it to be a more routine procedure rather than an emergency. And now his appendix was out, and he would be hurting and healing for a while, but the trepidation about that is nowhere close to the fear she's used to feeling while sitting in these uncomfortable hospital chairs, wondering when the person in the bed next to her would wake up. The last time she'd been in this position, Rosa was hooked up to so many many more machines, and she looked like a bad wax figurine of herself, all pale and stiff.

Jake looks almost fine, no breathing mask or tube down his nostril, just a little beeping heart monitor and some infusion in his arm. The nurse told her he'd be waking up soon when she lead her into the room, and that they could probably go home later that evening already.

(She also told her that he'd been one of the more amusing patients she'd had under anesthesia, which was not a surprise, and that he'd been asking for her every time he groggily opened his eyes for just a few seconds, which was not a surprise either.)

He blinks awake slowly, eyes darting around the room as if to figure out where he is, before they land on her and stay stuck, his forehead creasing in confusion for a second before he grins.

"Heyyyy, it'sa Santiago!" He tries in a croaky voice, and Amy reaches for the cup of ice water the nurse brought in to hand it to him. He's shaky, but he can handle it alone, she notes almost subconsciously - she remembers enough moments where she's had to feed him ice chips instead because he could barely move his arms.

"Hey." She answers with a softer smile as he gulps down almost the whole cup - considering he still hates water, he must really need it. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, just splendid, thanks." He quips before trying to sit up more and wincing, the stitches in his stomach upset. "What the hell did I do this time to end up here?"

"What?"

"I mean, I don't remember a chase or a fight, but it sure feels like I took a knife to the stomach or something?"

They look at each other, equally confused, before Amy shakes her head.

"You dont remember-? It wasn't a work thing, Jake, your appendix almost burst."

"Ah dang. That's not even a cool story for a new scar." He sighs as he leans back a bit against the pillow and carefully palms the space where she knows the skin is going to be light pink and rougher than usual from now on. "Sorry they made you wait around for my stupid ass to recover, or is the squad at least taking turns?"

She stares at him, her mind racing, and it seems to make him nervous. He's still trying to go for that usual grin, but his eyes are darting around, sticking to parts of her without looking directly into her eyes, and she can see he's getting fidgety. Mixing that with what he's saying, and the way he's saying it - his voice is different, somehow, more - guarded, or distant, it's hard to explain, but she only remembers it from a long time ago - makes her suddenly realise.

He's been given some very heavy duty painkillers and narcotics, she hears the nurse's voice in her head, so he might be disoriented or confused for quite a while. It shows differently in lots of people, so I can't tell you what to expect, but he'll be back to normal once it passes through his system.

He doesn't remember, she thinks. He doesn't remember... a lot.

"Jake." She gets his nervous attention back, trying to school her voice into something calm and friendly, instead of the equally nervous and somewhat excited giggle she wants to let out so bad. "I think you're still working through your medication. Can you tell me what the last thing you remember is?"

He leans back again and stares at the ceiling, and it's hard to read the emotions on his face.

"Just... regular work stuff, to be honest. Nothing big."

"Okay, then what is the last big thing you can think of?"

"Uh." He swallows, and Amy refills his water cup, but he doesn't take it. "I, uh, I remember Hoytsman kidnapping me." He laughs a short laugh, obviously trying to make it seem lighter than it ever was, but that's not the only reason Amy feels her heart jump.

His mind is stuck before their relationship. After Sofia left him. He thinks he's woken up after being injured at work, and there's no one there waiting for him except for a work partner who he's been trying so hard to pretend he doesn't like anymore, and for whom he obviously has to play the "I'm okay!" role still.

"Wow. Uh. Okay." She babbles, trying to find a way to be gentle and not confuse him any more. "Then, uh, I guess, well, your medication should pass soon, I think, and you'll remember more, so don't worry-"

"Amy." He's staring at her when she finally looks up, and notes her shorter hair, her far more comfortable outfit than the pantsuits he sees her wear at work, and even while high on drugs it's not that hard for him to put two and two together. "How much am I missing?"

"Quite a lot." She finally admits, but drops her look down into her lap, to her folded hands, and she unconsciously covers her wedding ring before he can see it. "A few years."

"Years?!" He squeals while leaning forward and then groans, because that has definitely upset his wound.

"It's okay, the nurse said it would happen." She quickly tries to calm him. "It's - you'll remember when the anaesthetic passes properly, so it's alright."

"Alright, yeah." He nods and finally settles into the pillow again, as silence envelops them for a few awkward moments, in which Amy's mind races through all the things he's missing right now.

"Okay." He interrupts her sad little mental storybook of their life's drama. "Let's play a game until then, huh? I call it 'Shock&Tell'."

"Jake-"

"It's easy, you'll get the rules. Basically, you tell me stuff I don't know right now and see how shocked you can get me."

"That's not funny-"

"Oh, I think it is. I know how much you like to have me speechless." He grins at her, and she can't resist.

"Title of your sex tape."

"Amy Santiago!" He gasps with a laugh, but there's hesitation in his eyes, and she remembers they weren't exactly at a flirting stage back where he is right now. "For that alone, you have to play a round with me."

"I can't think of anything shocking at the moment." She lies, and he sees right through her.

"Okay, then tell me the worst thing you think happens to me in those years, and the best. From your opinion."

She sighs and stares at her hands again, but she knows he won't let up - he's not gotten any less obnoxious from back then to now.

"Alright. The worst thing. You went to jail." She states, matter of fact, and watches his eyes practically bulge out of his head.

"Holy shi- WhAT?! Like, for a crime? Or-what-did I-what?!"

"You were innocent!" She says as fast as she can, and watches him deflate only a little.

"I sure fucking hope so! But still, what- how- why- ?"

"You and Rosa were framed by a criminally corrupt cop. It took us a few months to get evidence against her and have her sentenced instead."

"A few months." He whispers and stares at his hands, scrunching up the blanket he's wrapped in.

"You weren't alone." Her voice is soft and calm now, seeing him in such a state of unrest, and it takes all she has not to pull him into a hug - it'd probably both confuse and actually hurt him right now, given the stitches. "I mean, you were alone in prison, but we- the squad - we were all fighting for you and Rosa, and Charles and I visited you, and we- I- we never gave up on you."

He smiles, soft and a little broken, but he nods, as if that was something he'd always expect.

"Okay, now the best thing. Because lemme tell you, Santiago, you have to make up for that suckerpunch."

She smiles much wider now, almost grins as she leans forward to finally reach for his hand, entangling their fingers (to which he goes along almost automatically) and feeling her rings clink against the one on his. Jake's eyes are frozen on her hand in his, where he can see a shiny wedding band over what is clearly his Nana's old engagement ring, and he's barely breathing.

"Oh my god." He whispers a moment later, squeezing her hand almost painfully tight as he looks at her again, and she's still smiling.

"We're married?"

"Yeah."

"To- to each other?"

"Yeah, you doofus." She laughs.

"I'm- I'm your husband." He whispers again. "Even thought I went to jail?!"

"Well", she still laughs softly at the absolute shine in his eyes, the awe on his face. "You proposed after that. But I would've married you before, anyway." I would've married you before a lot of things you don't remember, she thinks but doesn't dare say, for fear he'll ask about those other things.

"You're my wife." He says, still stunned, and she nods. "We're married."

She nods again, and watches as the confused awe on his face turns into an almost relieved joy, and his bottom lip trembles as tears start rolling down his cheeks.

"Jake..." She whispers in turn now, her free hand (that is not currently being gripped by both of his) cupping his face and wiping away some of the tears that keep flowing.

"You're happy?" He asks with trepidation in his voice, and Amy wonders if the emotional rollercoaster is another side-effect of his medicine or just his lowered inhibitions. "I'm a good husband?"

"I couldn't wish for a better husband. You make me very happy." She's almost close to tears now herself. "I love you so much."

He gasps at that, and pulls her still gripped hand up to his face, pulling her closer to him in the process.

"I love you, Amy." is his answer, and she realises he means it, even with all the things he doesn't remember, all the things he doesn't know yet. "I love you so much. I can't believe I get to marry you."

His tears have calmed down a little by now, and she fixes her awkward pose of leaning forward and having both arms reach for his face by climbing up onto the bed with him, as he lowers their hands and looks at her with stars in his eyes and so much love on his face, she can't resist to pass the last few inches and kiss him.

His eyes are still closed when she pulls back and touches her forehead to his, and he's whispering again.

"Wow."

"Well, that's certainly an appreciated reaction." She giggles.

"Don't tell me I don't react like that every time you kiss me, because there's no way I'll believe that."

"Yeah." She smiles again as he opens his eyes and smiles back. "Yeah, you kinda do."

And just to prove it, she kisses him again.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet

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shes-ghostface · 4 years ago

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Hello is my first time here and I would like to place an order, if you are accepting of course!

What would it be like if Jason, Brahms and Harry Wander went to Dead by Daylight with their beloved (reader)? How would they react in an ordeal, did they sacrifice their beloved one or save? And the intimate moments? Would the boys be jealous if the reader befriended the other survivors?

Welcome! Glad to have you here 🤍 this is an interesting ask! (slight nsfw)

Brahms Heelshire: Brahms would sacrifice everyone else and save you for last, he’d make sure you seen how brutal he can be, though. Every sacrifice he made he would want you to see how easy it was for him to knock them down with his bare hands, and how he lifted them onto the hooks with no effort at all. He likes to show off his strength and impress you, seeing you fidget nervously because you know how easily he could break your body in a second if he wanted to, turns him on. He wouldn’t sacrifice you, he can’t bring himself to do it. He treasures you too much, you’re his little angel. But of course, it’s Brahms. So he’s expecting a reward for letting you live, he won’t be nice if he isn’t getting anything back in return.

When it comes to being intimate, Brahms is really sweet. He’ll often hold both of your hands whilst pressing the forehead of his mask against yours, staring into your eyes. Often lays you down in his lap and runs a hand through your hair, the other lightly tracing across your cheek, his gaze never leaving you. He will want this in return too, he loves laying in your lap. Having all your attention on him, that’s all he wants. As you trace your hands across his large forearms, he will often lean up to caress your face and bring it down far enough so that he can ‘kiss’ you, which means him pressing his mask against your lips as you do the kissing. If you try to get up before he has had enough attention from you he will grab you and refuse to let you move, he is a brat after all, and you will do as he says.

Brahms, jealous? A l w a y s. If anyone even looks at you he feels the rage building up inside of him, you are his and his alone. If anyone touches you, that’s a whole other story. They won’t be alive within the next five minutes, that’s for sure. Jake healed you during a trial once, and when Brahms seen this he lost it. Seeing someone else touching your skin and bandaging you made him snap. You had never seen Brahms move so fast, every inch of his body was tensed up and his breathing was erratically heavy. He grabbed Jake by the neck with both hands, snapping it instantly. He turned to you, stepping inches in front of your face, looming over you, his chest heaving up and down furiously. You were in trouble.

Jason Voorhees: Jason would never sacrifice you. You’re everything to him and the thought of any harm coming to you tears him apart. All he wants to do is protect you. When you’re in other trials, all he does is worry. He knows how ruthless the other killers can be. He’s gotten into fights with some of the others numerous times after seeing the state you come back in. The entity has to break up the fights every time because of how ridiculously strong Jason is, even the other killers find it tough to fight him off. Especially when he’s in a fit of rage. When you’re in trials with him, he makes it his top priority to prevent you from seeing him hurt the other survivors, he thinks you’re too precious to see anything like that. He wants to protect you both mentally and physically. He doesn’t care if he gets in trouble with the entity, he’s giving you hatch. As long as you’re safe that’s all that matters.

Jason is very intimate, no matter what, he will be holding your hand every chance he gets. All he ever wants to do is hold you in his arms and feel you against him. Having your scent around him brings him peace and makes him feel at home. He will always have you sit in his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you secured to him, this is his favourite way of holding you, he knows no one could hurt you or take you from him when you’re in his arms. When you look to him you feel his whole being loosen up, you really are his weakness and he knows he would be so lost without you. When he knows you’ll be coming back from a trial, he gathers what flowers he can for when you get back to make you feel better. His mother taught him that if he cared for someone, flowers always showed them that you were thinking of them. Soon as you step in the door he will come up to you and open his arms, waiting for you to melt into him so he can embrace you tenderly. He always wants ‘face’ kisses from you, every few minutes you will hear a tapping noise and when you look to him he will be tapping his mask imploring you to kiss him.

Jason will get jealous very fast, his jealousy is in an insecure sense. He thinks you will start to enjoy the other survivors company more than his and find them more attractive. He hasn’t exactly had the best experience with anyone aside from you and his mother, so he thinks everyone is out to make fun of the way he looks or is out to hurt him. He doesn’t necessarily care about all that stuff now, but it does still affect him in some ways. He want’s you all to himself, the only thing he is scared of, is losing you. He thinks that the other survivors will persuade you into not seeing him anymore. This of course makes him angry, which causes him to lash out on the survivors he sees you talking to a lot. He will make them suffer by throwing them through walls and making them bleed out in pain, or crushing their skulls under his boot. Of course he won’t allow you to see this, the other survivors tell you. But you don’t mind, Jason is everything to you, as you are to him. You have to reassure him a lot, when you hear he’s lashed out in trials again, you approach him slowly whilst telling him how much you have missed him and that you aren’t going anywhere. He responds by looking to the floor, he knows you know what he did. He doesn’t want you to look at him as a ruthless killer, which you always tell him you don’t. But you’re used to him needing constant reassurance. Placing both your hands on the cheeks of his mask and staring into his eyes whilst telling him how much you love him and that no one else matters soothes him, for a while. He gets lost in your eyes every single time and nothing can make him feel the way you do when you look up at him.

Harry Warden: Now Harry, he will sacrifice you. He does what he has to, he knows you’re not actually going to die if he hooks or mori’s you. He loves seeing your blood smeared across your skin, seeing it drip off of the tip of his pickaxe. Seeing you so helpless is a turn on for him, considering he is a major dom. Knowing how easy it is to have you at his mercy, he loves it. He saves you for last so that your blood is the last thing to be splattered over his gloves and overalls. After trials he won’t even clean himself up or wash his clothes, he loves having your blood smeared on him. The smell, the look of it, it intoxicates him.

Harry isn’t the most intimate guy, he doesn’t like to be smothered much. But there is times when he craves you and your touch, your scent, your voice. He isn’t the shy to show you just how much he is craving you either, he will abruptly stop whatever he is doing and grab you by your arm, dragging you into him so he can hold you. He never says anything, all you hear is that heavy breathing of his, and feel his chest moving in and out as his arms tightly slither around you, securing you to him. He likes to hear you talk about your trials, especially the ones in which he killed you. That, combined with your voice which he loves so much, arouses him. He will take you whenever, and wherever you both are, whether you’re ready for him or not.

Jealous should be Harry’s middle name. He is beyond possessive of you, he knows what people want and look for. Given his history, he hates anything to do with seeing others flirt or being lovey dovey. Valentines Day is his least favourite time of the year. So if he see’s anyone being too friendly with you or looking at you in a certain way, he is gonna make sure his pickaxe finds it’s way into their skull. One time, he seen you in the distance on a generator with Nea, as he was heading towards the two of you, he heard Nea say you looked good and that she liked your outfit, he didn’t like hearing that, not one bit. All you heard was loud footsteps approaching, along with his heavy, rattled breathing under his gas mask, followed by the sound of Nea’s skull cracking due to the impact of Harry’s pickaxe colliding with it. He didn’t stop there, though. She was dead immediately from the first swing, but he was furious. How dare she compliment what belonged to him, one hit wasn’t enough to rid him of his fury. He continued to pound her skull into smithereens, flesh, blood and bone flying everywhere, splattering your face. You looked up at him, his breathing erratic, his body so tense, his gloved hands gripping his pickaxe so tight that you could hear the leather of his gloves pulling against the wooden handle. He wanted you to see it, he wanted you to see the consequences of you allowing others to speak to you in such a manner. You’re his and he’s going to make sure you know it, no matter how, or where, he has to drill it into you.

Thank you for this ask! I enjoyed writing for these three, I hope this is what you were asking for and you like it! 🤍

#brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #harry warden #slasher x reader #dead by daylight

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fatiguing-thoughts · 4 years ago

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Change of Heart - Paul Lahote x Reader

Request: “Hey, since you don't feel comfortable writing about the poly imprinting thing the other anon suggested, I have an idea based on what they said that maybe you could write instead. So instead of the reader imprinting on both, a reaction type of thing for when the reader had a crush on one, but falls in love with the other with time. If it is preference style, you can get to show both situations (crush on Embry, but falls for Paul later and vice versa)”

this is the crush on Embry -> falling in love with Paul version

Having a mother who was obsessed with the beach was the reason that your life turned out the way it did.

That’s where you met your best friend, Embry Call.

His mother worked at the souvenir shop, she frequently brought him to the beach as well. So time after time of running into each other and playing together as kids-- you grew up hanging out all the time.

Despite you living and going to school in Forks, you guys saw each other at minimum three times a week. And as you got older, you only hung out more. Even into young adulthood.

You guys did everything together. School dances when your moms forced you into going, going to see the movies either of you were dying to watch, and simply hanging around doing nothing. It was like you were dating, but if dating meant that you were merely best friends. No kissing, the awkward touching of hands here and there.

But overall, you and Embry connected deeper than anyone else. You would stay up talking all night, picking the brains of one another’s minds. Listening to music together, singing your favorite songs. Sometimes you stared a little too long at his lips, but that was besides the point. You guys were friends.

I had grown quite the crush on Embry, but I knew deep down that it wouldn’t be worth risking the friendship. I could never risk anything awkward between us. I have never felt this comfortable around another person before, and I doubt that I would find it again. So holding Embry close to my heart as a best friend was an idea that I was well acquainted with. I’d grown to accept it.

Though, as time went on, he began to gain some newer friends, which was normal. What high school boy didn’t hang out with other boys? The only issue was, it seemed to tear into your Embry time.

It was fine, really. Embry’s happiness was my top priority. But when he finally introduced me to his friends, I’ll admit I felt pretty excited. To finally meet some new people, to find friendship in those other than Embry.

Embry was always my best friend, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a bigger circle. He spoke so highly of them all, how could I not be thrilled to meet them?

So when I did, I could say that I was both incredibly nervous, yet excited.

“They’re gonna love you.” He reassures me on our way to Jake’s house.

“How do you know that?” I ask, fiddling with the rip in my jeans.

“Because, I love you. You’re the best friend anyone could ask for. They’re gonna think you’re a lot of fun and super cool, because you are.” He smiles that signature Embry Call grin.

Friend. Ugh. Get it together, (Y/N).

“Thank you, Em.” I smile back.

“Of course.”

The drive to Jacob’s was quick from Embry’s considering they both lived in La Push. Pulling up into the house, Embry led me into the garage where they were working on Jacob’s project car, the rabbit. Embry would never shut up about it, his eyes brighter than the sun whenever he talked about how much fun it was, how he enjoyed finally being able to exercise his mechanic skills.

“Hey guys, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Jacob, Jared, Quil, and Paul. We have a few classes together.” He points at them as he says their names.

“Hi.” I wave shyly.

“(Y/N), I know you haven’t been here yet, but don’t worry. I’ll quickly become your favorite. Don’t stress.” Quil walks over, putting his arm around your shoulder and chuckling.

“Oh great, thanks.” I roll my eyes. “You really weren’t kidding, Em. He’s nuts.” I giggle.

“Wow, okay. Thanks for putting in a good word, Embry.” Quil laughs, walking back to where he stood.

I quickly found myself growing comfortable, no wonder why Embry found good company in these guys. They were all so nice, so down to Earth.

One in particular caught my attention, Paul. He was handsome, well built for his age. He seemed to be just as friendly as the rest, too.

I watched as Embry and Jake worked on the engine, peering over the side of the hood.

“Do you know anything about cars?” A charming voice rings out behind me.

I turn over my shoulder and see Paul, I felt a blush begin to rise to my cheeks. Why did he get me so flustered for absolutely no reason?

“Uh, yeah. A little bit. Embry talks my ear off about them, plus I have some cars I like myself. But mechanical wise, they run circles around me.” I smirk.

“Nice. They’re teaching me a lot more, I’m probably at the same level you’re at.” He chuckles, his deep brown eyes piercing into mine.

“No you’re not, (Y/N) still runs circles around you. I’m the best teacher around.” Embry teases.

“Well, you heard it here first. Looks like I know more than you about cars.” I tease.

“Might have to teach me some stuff some time.” He smirks.

I felt the blush creeping onto my cheeks again, so I bent my head down, glancing down at my feet, before returning his gaze.

“Maybe.”

Embry looks between us, discomfort slightly showing on his face, which left me a bit confused.

The drive back to my house was a bit awkward.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“I just... I got the vibe that you and Paul hit it off really well. Which would be fine, but he’s a bit of a... player. I just, I don’t want you to go through that. He’s a great friend, but he’s not a good boyfriend.” Embry gently tells me, looking into my eyes with his chocolate brown ones.

“I see.” I swallow, looking out the window.

I was unsure of what to say. Paul seemed like a nice guy, but Embry wouldn’t steer me wrong.

Over the next few weeks, I began to spend more and more time with them all. I grew to adore them more than I ever thought I would, they were just as important to me as Embry was now, my romantic feelings finally subsiding for him. Quil quickly became the impish friend that Embry told me he’d be, Jared was an absolute clown, Jake was beyond friendly, very caring.

And well Paul... Paul was someone that really left me blushing almost constantly. He hung onto every word that left my mouth, and I did the same for him. He was sweeter than sugar to me, even if he was less of that to the rest of the group and everyone else. He had a certain softness in his voice, in his body language with me. Paul talked to me like I was the only person in the room, but Embry’s warning loomed over me like clouds over the rainy Forks sky.

As time went on, Embry warned me again. He even spoke to Paul about it, apparently. Paul had told me about it one night while we were talking just the two of us. We begun to hang out just the two of us, yet I never let him call it a date as per Embry’s warning.

While he was at first surprised I wouldn’t go on a date with him, he was persistent because he knew how I felt. He knew the connection we had. He was upset that I always reciprocated the flirting, but was always far too hesitant to make any larger moves.

“Embry, I haven’t seen any other girls since you brought her to hang out.”

“I don’t know Paul... I don’t want (Y/N) to be the same as every other girl for you.”

“She’s not, she’s different. You know that. I really like her, I never felt this before. She won’t say yes unless you’re okay with it.”

“Don’t make me regret this, Paul.”

“You won’t.”

Paul would hold my hand when I would get scared during horror movie night. He would pick me up for hangouts for the pure fact that he could drive me home, despite me being able to drive and having my own car. He would give me his hoodies when I would grow cold, whispering about how they looked better on me than him. Paul grew protective over me, always making sure that every adventure we took together, he would be there to make sure I stayed in one piece due to my clumsiness. Paul truly thought I was this fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment.

He would surprise me with my favorite drink from Starbucks when I was having a rough day at work. The way he would always have to touch me, whether that be resting an arm around my shoulder, holding my hand, or resting a hand on my thigh or lower back. All of the above sending my nerves in a frenzy. He was protective, slightly jealous. He didn’t like when guys checked me out, so he made it known I was his when he would press a kiss to my lips, then smirking at them, pulling me into him.

I loved the feeling of when he would pull me into his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me. The way he held me at night, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world-- it was a beautiful feeling. It was crazy to hear the stories of the hot-headed boy, because with me he wasn’t like that. He was patient, kind, and loving to no end. Did he have his moments where his temper would flare up? Of course. Everyone does, but I tried to help him get to where he wanted his temper to be. We worked on new ways to cope, we made a lot of progress for him.

He was everything you could ask for in a guy, he was nothing Embry warned me about. Everyone noticed that Paul had softened immensely, he was calmed down. He was “whipped” according to the guys, which I didn’t stop him from kicking Jacob’s ass for that one.

“Damn, Paul. (Y/N) trained you well.” Quil teases, only to be pulled into a headlock.

Our first kiss was sweet, it was gentle. Paul’s large hands held my face like he was holding the most fragile thing in the world. He treated me like a princess.

“Wanna go get lunch before we hang out with everyone? I’m buying.” He offers.

“Sure, but you’re not buying my lunch.” I giggle over the phone.

“Why not? It’ll be a date.” He chimes.

“I don’t know... What’s in it for me?”

“Uh, going on a date with the hottest and sweetest guy in all of La Push.”

“Oh, Jacob’s taking me on a date?” I tease, knowing that would drive him a little nuts.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He chuckles into the phone.

“I just might be, when’re you picking me up, Lahote?” I giggle.

“I’m actually outside already. Surprise.”

So we went out to lunch, and it was really fun. It always was a fun time with Paul. Going to hang out with the guys was great, though something was off with Jared. He played it off, continuing to tease Paul and I.

Embry grew to support Paul and I, though he told me he was my second pair of eyes. He was watching Paul like a hawk, hoping he wouldn’t break my fragile heart.

But when Jared got sick with mono and stopped coming around, I had to be there for him. He was beyond hurt when he saw Jared hanging out with Sam Uley. Why would he up and leave the group? No explanation, nothing. Jared avoided all of us like the plague.

Paul was devastated. That was his best friend, how could Jared lie to him? How could he ditch him like it was nothing?

The issue was, is that Paul had a hard time expressing his emotions. Even though he was sad about the situation, he grew to be angry. He would huff and puff, pacing the room, yelling about how Jared was being an asshole and how he had no idea what to do.

It was fine, really. You knew that he was going through the ringer and he still treated you like a princess.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t even realize how much I was yelling.” He would apologize, walking over to you sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to calm down after your attempts to do so were futile.

“I understand, you’re going through a rough time right now. But I’m here for you.” I smile, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I love you.” He presses his forehead against mine.

“I love you, too.”

Chills ran up my spine, I had felt butterflies like never before. Paul gave me feelings I never knew existed.

But soon, he grew feverish. His skin was burning hot and he grew testy. He snapped at everyone, and seemingly for the littlest of things. I thought it was strange, as this was a side of Paul I had never seen. We had to leave Jake’s one night, as he grew incredibly protective over me... almost animalistic. He almost lost it on Quil when he started play fighting with me, I just took him out of there, leaving the guys in the garage. I was met with concerned eyes all around, but I knew Paul wouldn’t hurt me... I just had no idea what had gotten into him.

He held onto me like his life depended on it.

“I’m scared, (Y/N).” He whispered into my neck.

“Why Paul?”

“Jared and Sam... they look like they’re waiting for me. I can’t stand it-- they’re hovering over me all the time. I can’t deal with it.” He huffs.

His feverish skin almost burning mine, just as it had been the last few days.

“I’m sorry Paul, maybe try to avoid them?” I offer up my advice, but it met with a mere sigh from his lips.

“They keep telling me I have to break away from everyone. That I’ll have to leave the friend group, that I’ll have to leave you. They’re lucky I didn’t kick their asses.” He huffs.

His words shocked me, they left me speechless. Why would they be saying that?

“Why would they say that?”

“Hell if I knew. I just ran out of there before I punched someone. I know you don’t like when I hit people.” He chuckles.

“I’d rather you didn’t.” I smirk.

But I couldn’t shake his words, I didn’t understand why they wanted him? Why they wanted him to cut us all off?

He soon fell asleep while I rubbed circles into his back, trying to soothe him once again. I heard my phone go off on the table next to me.

It was Embry asking if I was okay, to which I told him yeah. He didn’t need to know the worries plaguing my brain.

But the next few days, Paul got sicker. He started changing before my eyes, growing insanely fast. His body temperature continued to climb. He told me that Sam and Jared wouldn’t leave him alone, but he was only getting angrier at them and holding onto me tighter.

“They keep saying they don’t want me to hurt you.” He would sigh, his face visibly distressed.

And then told me that I couldn’t see him for a while. He cut off all the guys completely, and I hadn’t heard from him since; he wasn’t even answering my texts.

Embry was worried sick about me, despite everyone being upset at Paul’s sudden change and departure from our lives. He would come and check up on me, absolutely stunned to see the shifting moods I had.

One minute, I was fine and 110% certain that Paul wouldn’t up and leave with no warning, and the next I was a blubbering mess. Embry did his best to make sure that I wasn’t left alone for too long, as he was afraid I would become the next comatose Bella Swan. I mean, kudos to him for caring but that wouldn’t happen. Or maybe just yet, as the longer Paul was gone the less I seemed to care about anything else. It just felt like a part of me was gone, like the puzzle piece fitting my heart together was missing.

So a few days later, I made some of his favorite soup and made my way over to his house.

I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. It was locked so I couldn’t let myself in, but I knew where Paul’s bedroom window was. I peeked through and saw him peacefully sprawled out on his bed, the sight bringing both relief and a smile to my face. But then I heard some whooping noises from the back of his house, causing me to investigate.

I look and see none other than the infamous Sam Uley and Jared Cameron, he looked very different since the last time I had saw him. It felt like forever ago since that night.

“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?” Sam asks with a concerned tone.

“I needed to see Paul.” I demand.

“Go home, (Y/N). He doesn’t want you to come around anymore, he doesn’t want to be with you anymore.” Jared looks deep into my eyes, his words punching me in the gut.

His eyes were hard, as were his features, but I knew he was full of shit. But the words still hurt for just a second. For just a second.

“What the hell are you guys doing to him?” I look at them with eyes set to kill.

“What? What did he tell you?” Jared asks, eyes widening with concern.

“Calm down.” Sam urges, putting a hand out in front of Jared.

“He won’t tell me anything anymore.” I hiss. “But before he stopped answering me he was so afraid of you guys! Always following him around, telling him what to do. Telling him to stay away before he hurts me! Paul would never hurt me, asshole!”

I was fuming now, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop myself. Paul was a tough guy, nothing really broke him like their warnings and constant following did. The sudden changes he was experiencing, he had no idea of what to make of it as he was given no answers.

“I watched him change in front of my very eyes, this is beyond some bullshit about him wanting to leave me, Jared. This is not normal.” I stomp my way over to them.

“(Y/N), stay back.” Sam’s hand gestures up to me. “Jared, calm down.”

“Sam, don’t. I’m done with this, I want my boyfriend back. Jared, what the hell got into you, too?” I raise my voice at him, causing him to flinch.

“Hello? Earth to Jared Cameron? What’s your deal now, asshole?” I yell again, poking his bare chest.

But that’s when rage took over Jared’s body. Something I had never seen before. Jared was always goofy, so nice. I had really only seen Paul so angry, and even then-- this was a different level.

“(Y/N), move back now.” Sam yells.

This time, I listened. I took some hesitant steps back, almost tripping over my own feet.

Jared’s body was almost vibrating at this point, that’s how fast it was shaking. I just stared in awe, Sam’s voice was booming, though.

“(Y/N), move back!” He yells again.

I bring myself to take a few more steps back, but this time I did trip over my feet.

Jared suddenly moved like he was bursting out of his own skin, and in some way he did. Sam pushed him back to create some more distance, but overall in the end-- Jared turned into an enormous wolf. An enormous wolf that snarled at me, but overall didn’t do anything to hurt me.

“What the hell?” I blink my eyes, before running towards Paul house.

That’s when I see Paul running towards the situation.

“Paul, run!” I say, trying to grab a hold onto him, but he gently, but very quickly, shook me off.

He too, burst out of his own skin, turning into a giant wolf.

“What?” I whisper to myself.

I watch as Paul jumps onto Jared, listening to their snarls and growling. I stared astonished, as Sam looks over at me with sympathetic eyes.

After a few moments, Sam orders them to stop. And they did, they walked into the woods and came out with some jean shorts on.

“Come here.” Sam says, helping me off the ground.

“Is this... is this what was going on?” I breathe out.

“Yeah, you’re gonna learn a lot today.” He sighs, clearly unhappy about me knowing.

“I’m sorry.” Jared exhales. “It’s hard to control your anger when this starts, and then I had to lie and everything. I’m just sorry.” He smiles softly.

“All good, understood now.” I smirk.

Though I was still uneasy. What did all this mean?

“Paul?” I merely whisper, looking up at his face.

He had grown a lot, got even more muscular since I had last seen him. But he refused to meet my gaze.

“Paul, please look at me.” I beg, reaching out to grab his forearm.

He hesitates, almost afraid to.

“Paul if you think I’m afraid of you, I’m not. Please look at me.” My pleading voice almost cracking.

I needed to see those deep brown eyes I had loved so much. The ones that brought me endless joy, endless love. But he wouldn’t budge.

“That’s not what I’m afraid of right now.” He chuckles sadly.

He was still looking over my head, refusing to meet my gaze.

“You owe it to the both of you to figure it out, Paul.” Sam nods.

“What? What’re you talking about.” I turn to Sam.

But as I turn my head to look back at Paul, I finally caught his gaze. A small smile crept on his face, until our eyes met.

That’s when his jaw fell slack, his face completely softened. It was like he was stuck in a daze of sorts.

But what I felt was good. I felt like the world had stopped spinning, I felt like Sam and Jared were gone, it was only Paul and I. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as this overwhelmingly great feeling pressurized around my entire body. This was something far more intense than what Paul and I usually had felt, and even before I thought we had intense feelings.

No, this was different.

I had no idea how to even stand anymore, I felt like my knees were going to give out.

“Finally, some good news.” Jared huffs, grabbing both of us out of our trance.

“Okay, please explain things.” I look back to Paul.

“Okay.” He breathes a sigh of relief, before he pulls me into a rib crushing hug, spinning me around.

I felt the air leave my lungs, this actually hurt. He sometimes accidentally hugged me too hard, but this was surreal.

My breath hitched as I whimpered out and “ow” which caused Paul to quickly let go, profusely apologizing.

“Sorry, I forget my own strength. Still not completely used to it.”

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“Okay, so let me get this straight. Vampires run rampant through Forks and the rest of the Olympic Peninsula? Right, so that’s what made you guys phase. And then you can’t be around people for a while because it’s an enormous secret that only the pack and their imprints can know. And Paul imprinted on me, but I still don’t know what that exactly means, but we can go over that. But then, you guys protect everyone from said vampires and destroy them. Now you’re super warm and strong and the rest of the group you expect to join soon? Because you all have it in your blood?” I ask, looking at Sam.

“Well, you seem to really listen. But yes, It’s likely that Quil and Jacob will, we don’t know so much about Embry but it’s possible. Has he been acting strange?” Sam raises an eyebrow.

“He texted me about a fever earlier, but he’s been normal enough.”

“Well, you suddenly disappearing might set him off.” Jared chuckles.

“What? I can’t see him anymore?”

“Not until he phases, any of them. The secret is important.” Sam looks at me with empathetic eyes, Paul’s hand immediately resting on my lower back.

“I have to disappear out of my best friends’ lives? I don’t even phase!”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s too much of a risk right now. Over time, we’ll see what happens.”

My heart sank, how would they forgive me for disappearing indefinitely? For blowing them off? I was growing anxious at the thought.

“They’ll forgive you when they understand, it just takes time.” Sam nods.

“Okay.” I whisper.

“Alright, Paul. Explain imprinting.” Jared smirks, looking over at us.

“Right now?” Paul looks at Sam, but Sam only nods his head, signaling for him to begin explaining.

“Paul? Just talk to me, we always talk about anything and everything.” I lay my hand on his comfortingly.

He seemingly melted at my touch, just as always.

“Well, the thing is, it’s not our choice. And I want you to hear me out before you say anything, please.”

“Of course.” I grew nervous at his words, but I knew that was nervous, too.

“Well, so it happens to some of us, not all of us get so ‘lucky,’ if you will. It happens when you see a certain person for the first time after you phase. When you look into their eyes, it’s just... it’s pure bliss. You just know, you know it’s your soulmate. But, that doesn’t mean romantic, it could be platonic. In reality, it’s up to them. But for us, you’d do anything, be anything for them. A friend, protector, a lover. We just... we need to be near them. I need to be near you, and I always did, even before all of this complicated shit. I was always protective, but I can’t imagine I’ll ease up, it’ll probably get worse so I’m sorry in advance, but overall, I want you to know that you hold the reigns.” He softly smiles, looking into my eyes with a pleading look.

“Oh, I see.” I murmur, looking down at my hand for a second, trying to process the situation.

His face fell, and it looked like someone punched him in the gut, Jared and Sam grew a bit worried.

“Wait, that wasn’t me rejecting you. I’m just... I’m thinking. It’s just a lot to take in. I love you, more than anything. I’m glad it was me and not someone else, I am. As long as you’re happy about that. But I just need to understand it. I feel a physical pull to you, so I feel it, too.” I smile softly, thinking about when he refused to look into my eyes.

“I’m very happy that it was you.” He grabs onto my hand.

“So why didn’t you want to look into my eyes?” I mumble.

“Because I didn’t want to bare the thought of it not happening with you, though I don’t think I could change anything about us, ever. Imprint or not, (Y/N), you’re stuck with me.” He chuckled. “But only if you want me.”

“Of course I want you.” I nudge his shoulder.

After that, it was just playing the waiting game, waiting for my best friends to phase, too. I was left with so many calls and texts I couldn’t answer. Embry showing up to my house, knocking to no avail. Leaving, sadness deep in his eyes. Though, he eventually became angry. I knew he was going to phase soon, I watched from afar how he was growing more hostile, and how he was changing physically. Soon, I’d have my best friend back.

Paul was right, he grew more protective, more worried about my every move. It was clear to us all that he was more protective than Sam and Jared were over Emily and Kim. It was easier to understand everything with Kim and Emily being apart of this all, as they knew where I was coming from.

But, it was the waiting game that was killing me. Thankfully, Paul was around to pick up the pieces after leaving my best friends behind, no notice given. He held me when I grew sad, feeling guilty for having to leave their lives.

Paul was unwavering, loving me endlessly. __________________________________ Word Count: 4796

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #embry call #embry call x reader #quil ateara #jared cameron #sam uley #jacob black #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #twilight

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curls-cat · 4 years ago

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Who we Grew to Be

HAPPY HOLIDAYS @vertdegrece!!!! You asked for grown up Daphne/Pinocchio, so you got a lot of vaguely purple prose leading up to adult Daphnocchio! I haven’t written for this ship in a while, I forgot that I like it!

also posted on AO3

Daphne and Pinocchio do not grow up together. That would be too easy. Daphne stalls out for a little bit at eleven, when she gets her first zit, but besides that, she grows like any human child: straight through.

Pinocchio, on the other hand, grows in fits and starts. He’s been cursed that way, because the Blue Fairy, his absent mother, takes as much as she gives. All her blessings have a little bit of the monkey’s paw about them, so he only grows as old as he acts, forever cursed to act his own age.

The upshot of this is that they don’t spend much time together in childhood. Daphne is much closer to Red, who grows at the same pace she does. Pinocchio, too, is closer to Red. They live in the same house, after all. And Red may be aging at the same pace as her best friend, but she’s got a sort of ageless quality about her that makes it easy for Pinocchio to spend time with her no matter how different their ages are, physically.

Oh, they see each other nearly all of every summer, when Henry and Veronica pack up their rarely-used car to make the drive up from NYC to Ferryport Landing, towing their children with them. Summers are nice. Daphne likes summer, when she has her whole family together in Granny’s newly-renovated ramble of a house for two entire months. Even Puck and Uncle Jake are nearly always there.

But they don’t hang out. Daphne out-ages Pinocchio for the first two years, the growing difference between seven and nine not nearly as much of an impediment as Pinocchio’s snobby brattishness. Then he makes a leap forward, catching up and almost outstripping her to ten. They leapfrog their way through childhood, only matching up briefly every few years. Then he makes a final jump from sixteen and moody to somewhere much closer to twenty, and he’s off to university while Daphne is still sixteen herself, and he throws himself into the kind of universities that he now looks old enough to be a student at.

Sixteen is a weird time. They’re the same age, for once, and they’re together in Granny’s house, for the last time, it’ll later turn out. Pinocchio spends a lot more time with her than usual, but he’s grumpier than he’s been since he was ten, demanding her attention one minute and then scoffing at her the next. Sabrina rolls her eyes and tells him to get his act together, but she’s mostly too busy hate-flirting with Puck to explain what she means, even though she gives Daphne knowing looks whenever pressed.

Then Granny dies, and Daphne’s family shatters.

Puck and Uncle Jake disappear to opposite corners of the globe. Sabrina and Pinocchio go back to school and if Daphne didn’t drag her sister home over the weekends, she’d never see her. Her parents start fighting, both of them either at work or at home but not present. Mr. Canis is so heartbroken that Red is spending all her time, nearly, with him, trying to make him eat or sleep or smile. Basil is furious and heartbroken by turns, begging Daphne for hugs one moment and screaming at her the next. Daphne feels like she’s alone, pulling at a dozen different strings that are all tied to people running as hard as they can in opposite directions. Like she’s being drawn and quartered by her own grief, by her own desire to keep her family together.

It doesn’t come to a head at any one point. It’s several smaller heads, a million little breaks, separate scenes where Daphne begs each of her family members to come back to her one by one. Most of them do. Puck and Pinocchio don’t.

And she gets it. She knows, from the way Mr. Canis and her dad look at her sometimes, that she’s the most like Granny out of all of them. She’s got her grandmother’s righteous indignation and need to help everyone, her rigid moral compass that even she knows is a little shy of true north, her big, enormous heart. Of course it’ll hurt to come back to her. Of course it’ll be like looking at the little imperfect shadow of the woman they’ve lost, the woman who loved them when nobody else would.

It doesn’t make her any less furious at them. And, for a year or two, she’s almost glad they’ve stayed away, her hurt turning into anger.

Fast forward again, to Sabrina’s wedding. By this point, Pinocchio has sort of been back in her life, by virtue of being back in Red’s life. He’s halfway through a doctorate in history, and Daphne’s learned through Red that he wants to get more, in anthropology and archaeology, among other things. He wants to get all the doctorates, from the sound of it.

Sabrina’s wedding goes strangely. Daphne may have meddled a little bit. Just a tiny, tiny bit. But it’s not her fault Sabrina kept moping about Puck. It was super obvious. And Bradley’s a nice guy and all, and Daphne knows Sabrina loves him, but it’s not gonna be a happy marriage if they don’t at least get all the Puck baggage out in the open. So she meddles. Finds Puck, pulls him out of his five-year mope, and throws him at the wedding.

It’s a mess, obviously. There’s a huge scene at the wedding, it sort of falls apart, a lot of forgetful dust has to be spread around. At the end of it, Daphne’s left standing, exhausted, with an empty bag of forgetful dust, watching the last of the guests leave. Or, at least, she thought it was all the guests.

“Are you cleaning up as penance?” someone says behind her, in an absolutely gorgeous voice.

“Come again?” She turns, and there’s Pinocchio, in all his dark academia glory. He’s grown into his nose, though it’s still a striking centerpiece to his face.

“For turning your sister’s wedding into a fiasco,” he clarifies. “I assume that was you.”

“Maybe,” she says, trying for teasing. It comes out a little more flirtatious than she meant it. What? He’s cute, okay?

“How—how have you been?” Pinocchio asks.

He could’ve asked her that any time in the past five years. Any time. She’s honestly kind of surprised he came to the wedding. She will not give him the cold shoulder, though. She won’t. She’s better than that now.

“I’m all right,” she says. “In college. You?”

“Also in college,” Pinocchio says. He gives her a small smile.

She smiles back. It’s all very awkward. She starts gathering up wedding decorations.

“I, uh,” Pinocchio says after a minute. “I think I owe you an apology.”

Damn right he does. She doesn’t say that, though. She does look at him expectantly.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, not making eye contact. “After—Well. You know. I shouldn’t have run away like that. I was hurting, and spending time around anyone who knew your grandma just made me think about how much I hurt. So I ran away. And that wasn’t fair. Because you were all hurting, too, and I know you, especially, wanted everyone to stay close.”

“Very nicely said,” Daphne approves. “Did Red coach you on it?”

“Only a little,” Pinocchio admits. “But I mean it. All of it.”

“All right,” Daphne says. And she takes a deep breath, the way she’s been practicing with Cindy, and she lets the anger go. “I forgive you. But only if you’re done hiding.”

“I am,” he says, and he smiles at her.

They keep in contact after the wedding. Pinocchio still has a tendency to bury himself in books and forget about other humans, but if she texts him, he’ll text back the same day. Usually. She tells him about the weird things going on between Puck, Sabrina, and Bradley. Occasionally he’ll send her an unprompted message ranting about something she has only the vaguest understanding of. She’ll patch it together across the pages her phone’s divided it into and have wikipedia open for reference as she reads. They go out for coffee at least once a month, sometimes with Red, sometimes without her.

Daphne refuses to ask him for help with her homework. Getting a degree in social work requires a lot more of the hard sciences than she’d anticipated. It’s frustrating, but it’s worth it. She’s gonna be able to help people, when she’s done with this. Everafters and humans alike. Oh, Sabrina’s got her child advocacy law thing going on, and that’s great, but Daphne’s determined to help people before they get to the point where the courts have to get involved. And she’s not going to do it by depending on Pinocchio for help. She can do this on her own.

But as she moves from her bachelor’s to the postgrad degree it’s apparent she’s going to need if she wants to actually get a, y’know, job in her field, she does start complaining to Pinocchio more. They’re at the same university, Pinocchio now well into an anthropology degree, so they hang out at the library pretty often, their noses buried in separate books or laptops.

Pinocchio’s funny. She’d forgotten about that, or never really learned it. He’s got a dry sense of humor, and he’s sarcastic like you wouldn’t believe. He’s fun to be around.

“I had a crush on you, you know,” he tells her one day, apropos of nothing, as he stretches in his chair, taking a break from whatever he’s working on right now.

“What?” Daphne pauses, not sure she’s heard him right. She’s been pretty intent on putting together a case study review.

“When we were, oh, sixteen or so,” Pinocchio says. It’s too casual to be anything but feigned. He knows exactly how old they were. “G-d, you were so—friendly. Overwhelmingly so.”

“Am I not friendly anymore?” Daphne asks, but she’s teasing. Friendly. What a reason to get a crush on someone!

“Nope,” Pinocchio teases right back. “Downright unpersonable. I must be rubbing off on you.”

“If Sabrina couldn’t turn me into a grouch, you’re definitely not gonna manage it,” Daphne says with an easy grin. “This new ‘unpersonable’ thing is all me, baby.”

“The world has worn on you,” Pinocchio says with a melodramatic sigh. “You’ve finally lost your childlike joy.”

“Only took twenty-three years,” Daphne says with a grin. The conversation dies for a minute, then Daphne brings it back. “Why bring it up now?”

Pinocchio shrugs. “I was just thinking about it. Thinking about back then. It was nice. I miss it.”

“You barely talked to me!” Daphne says with a laugh.

Someone two tables over glares at her, and she gives them an apologetic wave and a smile.

“I was shy!” Pinocchio protests. “I didn’t know how to talk to someone I liked! Let alone someone who was in my house the whole summer!”

“Fair enough,” Daphne agrees. “I hope you know this is teasing fodder for forever, though.”

“Oh no,” Pinocchio says, deadpan again. “What will I ever do. You’ve never teased me before in my life. I don’t think I can handle it.” He pauses, then says, “You don’t seem surprised. That I liked you.”

“What can I say?” Daphne winks at him. “Nobody can resist my charms.”

“Fair enough,” Pinocchio says, giving her a shrug. Then he goes back to studying.

Time passes. Daphne graduates, can’t get a job through normal channels, but gets herself employed working for Faerie. Pinocchio teases her about nepotism, but listen. If there were anyone else qualified, she wouldn’t need to do this job. She and Pinocchio don’t spend all their time together in the library anymore, but they do meet up for lunch, and dinner, and sometimes breakfast. Someone has to make sure he remembers to eat, after all.

Several months into seeing each other nearly every day, by choice rather than by ease, something occurs to Daphne.

“Are we dating?” she asks.

Pinocchio chokes a little. “What?”

“Are we dating?” she repeats, emphasizing each word a little more clearly.

“How would we be dating?”

“We see each other almost every day,” Daphne starts, ticking her points off on her fingers as she goes. “We go out to dinner together, just the two of us. We watch movies together. We hang out in each other’s apartments. I text you almost as much as I text my brother and sister, and more than I text Red. When I have news, you’re the first person I want to tell. You leave your little nerd fort to hang out with me.”

“I mean—” Pinocchio splutters. “You’re— Dating usually involves a certain amount of intent, doesn’t it?”

Well, yeah, okay, there’s that. But Daphne’s stumbled into relationships before, only realized what they were partway through. Love is messy like that. But, well. Pinocchio likes things to be clearly labeled. People don’t come naturally to him the way they do to her.

“Would you like this to be dating?” she asks.

“Would you?” he counters, still spluttering and blushing.

Would she?

She thinks about all the things she listed, about how she wants to spend time with him, about the way he’s comfortable. About his dry sense of humor, about his stupid handsome face, about the way, every time she sees him she’s struck, a little, by the sight. About how it makes her heart beat faster. She’d put it down to his being one of the hottest men she’s ever seen, but that should probably have worn off sometime in the past few years, right?

“Yes,” she decides. She would like to date him.

“Oh,” Pinocchio says. His blush deepens.

He says nothing else for a long minute, and Daphne starts blushing too. “If you don’t—I mean, I—listen. It doesn’t. I’ve gotten crushes on friends before. If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine. It doesn’t have to change anything. We can forget this whole conversation!” Because she’d rather keep his friendship than anything else.

“No!” Pinocchio rushes in. “No, that’s not—I just—I mean—” he’s stumbling over her words, now, the two of them talking over each other to explain themselves, when he says, “I like you too!”

“Oh,” Daphne says, stopping abruptly. “You do?” She smiles at him.

“Yeah,” Pinocchio says. “I think I never really stopped.”

“That,” Daphne says, reaching a hand forward to grab at Pinocchio’s, “was downright romantic, you handsome sweetie.”

Pinocchio gives her a dopey, lovestruck smile. Then, after a long moment, he says, “So are we dating then?”

Daphne laughs, twines their fingers together. “Yes,” she says. “Yes, we are.”

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mysticpetals · 4 years ago

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Roses and thorns

Pairing: Jake × player (Nora)

Genre: fluff, angst

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Nora loves making Jake flustered but he isn't exactly complaining when he gets to see that smile on her face.

A/N: y'all....I finally finished it. Fair warning this diverges a little from canon but the Hannah disappearance and investigation arc is still there. The player doesn't know Jake is the hacker's name. I took some writer's liberty with Jake's character since we don't know much about him (except I'll die for him), so I hope that's okay! And lastly, I'm sorry for that ending butttt I'm not that cruel usually. It's just this once. Maybe. All the characters belong to everybyte, I have no claim over them.

Nora breathed deeply as she saw the 'Welcome to Duskwood' sign. She couldn't believe that she was really going through with it.

On the way to her aunt's house, she stopped at a flower shop. It had been a long time since she had seen her aunt and from what she could remember, she was a sweet lady who loved receiving flowers. Her dad told her to get lilies because according to him, it reminded her of her past girlfriend who had died due a chronic disease. After her, her aunt had never been interested in dating and instead, chose to live in Duskwood by herself, running her sweet shop.

Nora stepped out of the car and couldn't avoid the shiver due to the much colder weather. She should have brought some warmer clothes, she mused. The city was much warmer than here, maybe due to industries or the ever increasing cars but she had to admit that Duskwood had its own charm.

The gentle breeze that caressed her face made her feel more alive than she had felt in a long time. Maybe staying cooped up in her small apartment might not have been the best way to work but it's not like she had to go to an office or something. All she needed was her tablet and computer and she was good to go.

The bell chimed loudly as she opened the door to the shop. The interior was very colorful, as expected from a flower shop, and her eyes trailed over all the beautiful arrangements that were displayed. Along the wall, there were shelves filled with flowers of all types and Nora instantly felt her mood brighten.

"Hello and welcome to Plumes. How can I help you?"

Nora turned towards the voice and found a guy with tousled black hair and glasses, smiling politely at her. Though, once he got a good look at her, the smile faltered.

"Oh, hi! I was hoping I could get a simple bouquet of lilies, would that be possible?" She smiled at the guy and he quickly snapped out of his stupor.

"Yes, of course. Do you need it now or…?" He moved behind the shelves, ducking his head and looking for lilies.

"Now, actually. But please take your time, I'm in no rush," she said and proceeded to check out the rows of cards placed in the corner.

Jake couldn't believe that he was seeing Nora, in Duskwood of all places. Why was she here in the first place? The timing was really bad for someone to come here out of the blue, especially when they didn't have many visitors in the first place. At least she didn't know who he was. It was only a small relief but nonetheless, Jake decided to get to know her reasons for coming.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, what brought you here?" He asked, cutting up the larger stems to fit into the bouquet.

"Oh, I'm here to visit someone." Her reply came and Jake frowned. She wasn't here to visit Jessy or the others, was she? If so, it was incredibly naive on her part when any one of them could be Hannah's kidnapper. He didn't know what to say but thankfully, Nora saved him from accidentally saying something that could give out his identity.

"This is a cool place. A lot different than the city," she said, done with choosing a card and took a green pen from the stand on the counter.

"That's definitely a first. Usually, people are trying to get out of here," Jake said, finished with wrapping the flowers in the paper and proceeded to cut a ribbon to tie it up.

He heard her hum in answer and peaked his head from behind the shelves to watch Nora writing on the card. He quickly turned around when she raised her head, cheeks heating up at being caught looking. After decorating the paper with the ribbon and putting a few final touches to make sure everything was in its proper place, Jake brought the bouquet with him to the counter and placed it down gently. Nora looked at it with awe and satisfaction and he felt happy that his skills had lived up to her expectations. Well, one set of skills at least.

"That's really pretty, thank you…" she trailed off, waiting for him to supply a name. Since everyone knew everyone in the town, his employer hadn't seen any use for a nametag. He hesitated for a quick second before telling his name.

"Thank you, Jake." Her smile widened and Jake's cheeks blossomed with a rosy blush. It was hard enough trying to maintain his distance while chatting and now that she was here in person, looking at him with eyes full of merriness, Jake felt as if things had gotten a lot more complicated.

———

Nora's aunt loved the flowers she had gotten and couldn't contain her excitement at having someone in the house other than her pet cat, Nox. She made Nora tell all about her big city life and how her parents were doing. All throughout the chat, she was feeding her all sorts of chocolates and pastries, asking about their texture and flavour and Nora was only too happy to comply. Her aunt had been responsible for her sweet tooth after all.

At night, as she settled in bed after having a shower and drying her hair, her phone lit up with a text notification and she was surprised to see that it was the hacker who had messaged her.

Hacker [9:30pm]

Hey, Nora.

How was your day?

She read the message and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He had never messaged her first and now that he did, he's talking as if he's greeting an old friend. She typed out her reply after thinking about it for a while.

Nora [9:32pm]

It was...fine. nothing too exciting

Oh! I met a cute guy today

Hacker [9:32pm]

Oh, you did? That's nice.

Nora [9:33pm]

Don't worry though! I only have eyes for you ;)

Her screen showed that he was typing and erasing his text and she chuckled, imagining him blushing and not knowing what to say. He was so much fun to rile up, especially since he got flustered so easily.

Hacker [9:35pm]

I'm looking up on another lead I found.

If you find anything on Hannah's cloud related to a therapist, send it to me.

Nora pouted. He was basically ignoring her very obvious attempt at flirting and she did not appreciate it.

Nora [9:35pm]

You're no fun :(

I'm pretty tired today but I'll search through her cloud tomorrow

Good night!

She received a simple 'okay' and 'goodnight' in return and the hacker went offline again. That had to be the weirdest conversation they had and their whole relationship was built on strangeness.

She shrugged off the messages and fluffed up the covers. Right now, sleep was calling and who was she to deny it?

———

The next few days were spent indoors, with her aunt busy with a birthday order, she opted to work on Hannah's cloud as well as her commissions at the same time.

Sketching out the last details of a virtual character, she sighed with exhaustion when she was finally satisfied with it. Her phone pinged with a flurry of new messages and she leaned back on the couch, picking it up.

It was from the group chat with everyone and Lilly was creating trouble. 'Voting' to keep her involved or not. Couldn't she and everyone else for that matter see that she and the hacker guy had been trying to help as much as they could, and in her case, not even knowing any of them in the first place.

It was rather hurtful to know that nobody trusted her enough to vote 'yes' the first time around. But Dan voting for her made a smug smile spread across her face. Lilly and Thomas were definitely not okay with that and logged off immediately. She began to wonder if the hacker hadn't sent that video message in their group, would they have the same reaction as now?

She wrote a reply, not really paying attention to her words and locked her phone, flinging it towards the other end of the couch. Running her hands through her hair in frustration, she debated on what to do. She had tried to be forthcoming about everything but it really irked her that this was what she got for trying to help.

Her pettiness won out in the end and before Nora knew it, she had already snatched up her car keys and phone, on her way to the only flower shop in Duskwood.

———

Jake had been slacking on the job and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

The past few day's events plagued his mind. Nora hadn't texted him, ever since a short 'thank you' when he sent that intimidating video to her friend's group chat. She was online but barely responded to any messages and it made him a little worried. She was not the quiet sort of person and he was anxious as to whether she was feeling okay or not.

He glanced up from his phone, debating whether to message her or not, when the door opened and in walked Nora herself. It was afternoon so she had forgone her coat and was instead dressed in a casual attire of hoodie and jeans.

She smiled as she saw he was looking at her and Jake quickly locked his phone, putting it on the counter and greeted her.

"Didn't know I'll see you again so soon here," he said, with a hint of teasing and Nora shook her head.

"Neither did I. But here we are." She shrugged.

"Do you want a bouquet again?" He asked curiously. He hadn't expected her so soon at all. Whoever she was visiting must be really fond of flowers. That or she just came to see him. He tried not to linger on that last thought.

Nora's lips curled into a smirk, a devilish glint in her eyes and Jake swallowed nervously. She looked positively sinful with that expression, leaning across from him and he felt himself flushing slightly.

"Oh, yes. But not something typical. I'd like to have a bouquet made of flowers that say 'I hope you go to hell' or 'fuck you'."

Jake couldn't help the surprised laughter that bubbled past his lips at her words.

"That's oddly specific."

Nora shrugged again but a playful smile still rested upon her face.

"Well, someone did piss me off so…"

"Someone from here?" He tilted his head and watched as she stiffened. At least she was careful with what she revealed.

"Not really. I'm going back the day after tomorrow and figured the flowers would be okay for a day. Will they be okay?" She frowned.

Jake tried not to show his disappointment at that. Was she really going back or was it just a lie because he asked who they were for? He was pretty sure they were for Lilly and now he regretted asking her and making her uncomfortable.

"Oh, yeah they'll be fine. Again, would you like it now or…" he trailed off.

"I can wait!" She smiled and plopped down on a chair in front of the large window.

Jake quietly headed for the backroom, chuckling to himself while choosing the flowers that would successfully deliver her rage from earlier.

Meanwhile, Nora quickly got bored of sitting around and decided to message the hacker guy. She hadn't really talked to him these past few days and was itching for any conversation with him. Snapping a photo of the floral display, she sent it to him, knowing he'll probably figure out that she was in Duskwood now. The buzz of a phone on the counter grabbed her attention. Jake must have left it here before going to get the flowers.

She hesitated and quickly sent another text saying 'hello', raising her eyebrows when the phone buzzed again. Curiosity won and she made her way to the counter and saw her name flashing on the screen.

She grinned.

It was fifteen minutes later that Jake came back with a beautiful bouquet in hand. How he had managed to make 'fuck you' look so good, Nora might never know. He was surprised to see that she hadn't moved from her position on the chair at all but let it go without much thought.

"Ah, thank you so much, Jake!" She chirped brightly, coming to stand in front of the counter and looking at his work.

"It's no trouble." He ducked his head shyly, not being used to the praise. The townspeople were much more distant and mostly parted with a simple thank you. It was refreshing to hear that someone appreciated his more known set of skills.

"Seriously, this is so beautiful. I almost don't want to give it up." Nora didn't have any trouble communicating her genuine thoughts and now that she knew who he was, she wanted to have a little fun.

She dashed to the shelves and picked out a fully bloomed rose and put in on the counter. Despite his confusion, he rang up the rose along with everything and relayed the total amount to Nora.

She paid him and picked up the bouquet, giving him a smile and headed for the door.

"Wait! You forgot the rose." He held up the single flower but Nora just grinned.

"Ah, did I forget to mention? That's for you."

She laughed in delight at the blush that spread rapidly across his cheeks and giving him a final wink, stepped out of Plumes.

Jake covered his face with his hands and groaned loudly. Nora was going to be the death of him but he found himself thinking that maybe he wouldn't mind it, after all.

———

Jake looked at the text Nora sent him earlier, sitting in front of his computer. The rose she had given him was in a glass full of water beside his bed. Why would she send him the photo of the flowershop? Did she want him to know that she was in Duskwood?

He didn't know what to reply so he simply sent a 'pretty' and waited for her to say something. He felt himself smile when he watched the three dots on his creen, signaling she was typing. They talked about Hannah for a while before the conversation took a more personal turn.

Nora [8:45pm]

I don't want you to go.

Jake's breath hitched at the message, heart beating rapidly. How Nora managed to have this much effect on him through a screen was almost unbelievable to him. He bit his lip and the events of the past week came rushing through his mind, making him confused.

Did she like the 'Hacker' or the flower shop employee 'Jake'? He felt frustrated with the situation and himself, not knowing what to feel. He wished they could talk simply, without any investigation involved.

Nora [8:46pm]

You know, I like you

He scanned the message with furrowed eyebrows. If Nora liked him, why was she flirting with 'Jake'? He poured out all his frustration and insecurities in his reply, watching as she still tried to convince him that this–whatever he and Nora had–was okay.

He didn't want to be hurt, nor did he want to hurt her, so he did what he thought was right. The messages were almost painful to write and he shut his phone as soon as he sent them.

Rubbing his palms over his eyes, he focused on the computer in front of him. His goal was to find Hannah, he didn't need any distractions.

It was morning when he picked up his phone again, eyes scanning the last text Nora sent.

Nora [9:00pm]

I'm sorry Jake

I won't bother you about this again.

His heart almost stopped at the use of his name. How did she know? More importantly, what had he done?

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