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kimsohn · 2 years ago

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we all want what we can't have

pairing . prince! jake x knight! gn reader (ft. yuna of itzy) about . 5.4k words, fluff + angst warnings . i wrote this 2 years ago so brace yourself. there's angst but it has a happy ending! jake is a flirt and yuna is gay (cause why not). this is written in a style that is meant to mimic romantic old-fashioned fantasy but i didn't do a very good job of it 😭 as always, terribly sorry in advance for this monstrosity.

synopsis . you thought coming face-to-face with prince jake would be the end of you, but sadly, getting dubbed by him seemed to be the least of your worries. note. this was originally a secret santa fic with a different idol, so sorry if there are name mistakes! this is also a repost from my old account if it seems familiar. i also apparently wrote this at 4am so please excuse the mess that this is. tagging . @stealanity @haerinz

Far, far away, past the weeping willows of the dark forests and the scorching sands of the sunburnt deserts, there laid a small vine opening, covered with twigs and vines, embedded in secrecy. Only those who seek this door could enter, and only those who dared to venture could truly experience the treasure they were meant to seek for.

Here beyond this secret entrance lay the land of Senkō, a land filled with prosperity and enchantment alike. Home to one of the world’s most charming cities, this empire carried an aura of purity that wrapped around and around and encased you tight, never wanting to let go.

And in the center of it lay a prince to match, feasting on the fresh pears from the palace garden and radiating a smile that could rival that of the blazing ball of fire that shone upon him.

“Master Jake! You shouldn’t be eating those pears; those are for the royal family’s bouquet at the end of the month!”

Jake leaned against the tree, eyeing the half-eaten pear in his hands, before glancing at the short maid who had come to warn him against his irresponsible actions.

And then he grinned.

He watched the maid’s cheeks turn bright red, resembling the rubicund apples in the orchard nearby. Nations far and beyond have acknowledged Prince Jake’s dazzling smile and incredibly handsome aura, and he was well aware of it, using it to his advantage to get out of trouble. Being flattering was simply a pastime for him.

“Are you sure I can’t have a few more pears? I’m sure I can… let you have a bite of this one if you wish.”

The maid turned profusely beet red as if she couldn’t have possibly turned into more of a tomato, and with a quick squeal, she scampered back into the castle, leaving behind a laughing Jake and a half-eaten pear.

“Didn’t know you were the designated castle flirt,” a familiar voice remarked, causing Jake’s eyes to shift to the new subject.

“You seem quite observant, Commander Sunghoon. I wonder if you would like a bite too?”

Jake dangled the pear in front of Sunghoon, commander of the royal army and his best friend, only to be met with mock disgust and a silent scoff.

“Quite humorous aren’t you, Prince Jake? Anyhow, I’ve come to ask for your presence at the induction ceremony for our recruits. Can’t have the nation’s brightest soldiers be dulled by the absence of the ever so coquettish prince, can we?”

Jake, biting the last part of the almost-finished pear, met Sunghoon’s glance with a smile. “Well, what are we waiting for? Lead the way.”

You were quite nervous.

Throughout all the rigorous training you’ve endured for the past two years, you’ve never felt so anxious. Wielding a blade and charging headfirst were tasks that came most naturally to you, but social integration and public speaking were far from your line of expertise. A million uncertainties were running through your mind at the very prospect of failure in being dubbed a soldier, and you hoped you wouldn’t end up being the nation’s royal laughingstock.

What if you tripped on stage? What if you accepted the wrong award? What if you—

“Nervous?” you heard a voice murmur next to you, filled with light amusement and tender undertones.

“In your dreams Ni-ki,” you whispered back, not willing to show weakness, although you supposed your best friend knew you better than you knew yourself.

He let out a soft chuckle, well knowing of your dishonesties, and patted your uniform-covered shoulder in a gesture for comfort.

“You’ll be fine Y/N. Besides, everyone tends to get a little weak-hearted while standing next to Prince Jake. If anything goes wrong you can just blame it on him!”

It’s not that simple, you wanted to retort, but you didn’t have the heart to diminish Nishimura’s extra-cheerful attitude today. So, you just dipped your head in respect as a mere thanks, hoping your nerves would settle down and let you breathe.

“Oh, that’s my name! See you on stage Y/N!”

You watched as Ni-ki pranced onto the carpet-covered stage, a smile flitting across your face in pure affection. Eons ago, you both had vowed to become the finest soldiers of the royal guard and here you were today, fulfilling your dreams side by side.

You found your eyes shifting from the now kneeling Nishimura to the man upright in front of him, slender hands repositioning a blade from Ni-ki’s left shoulder to his right, a movement proclaiming your best friend’s newfound royal status.

Prince Jake. The man of everyone’s dreams and desires alike. You wished you weren’t prone to his charms, but alas, everyone has their weaknesses. Jake Sim’s smile just happened to be yours.

Having been lost in your contemplations, you hadn’t realized time was nearing your turn until your wandering eyes noticed Ni-ki making his way off the stage.

“And now, let us welcome the highest-ranking recruit of this division, Y/N!”

It felt like a blur walking onto the platform, clad in combat boots and your royal uniform. Despite the loud clapping and the shrill cheering from your comrades, your eyes were trained on the man adorned in regal blue, a man you supposed you’d need to grow accustomed to.

Your breath hitched as he stepped forward to perform your accolade, and you mentally cursed yourself for having the qualities of a fangirl at this very moment. Ni-ki was right; Prince Jake had the vexatious ability to take anyone’s breath away (not that you were complaining).

“I don’t suppose you need this dubbing,” you heard, the faintest whisper of a melody so familiar yet so unique, “for your skills are far more worthy of recognition than my blade.”

Cheeks burning, you turned akin to a beetroot as you bowed your head in respect, heart thumping at the mere delight of such a wonderful man praising yours truly.

“We mustn’t skip formalities, your royal highness,” you whispered back, kneeling on one leg before him, “because even one as skilled as me would enjoy the honor of your unsheathed steel on my shoulders.”

You sensed the lightest grin pass across his face as he performed the rite of passing, and as he helped you stand back up to shake his calloused palm, he leaned in to make the faintest promise.

“One day, I hope I can have the opportunity to duel with you, the ever-so-skilled Y/N, in a match of fencing. After all, you aren’t quite the only one to receive such honor, hmm?”

True to his word, Jake arranged a duel with you. Rather than just wanting to see your form in action, the fight was arranged for a more subtle aim: Jake’s desire to get to know you. Surprisingly, or rather, unsurprisingly, he admitted that he still remembered every detail of your first encounter. He knew it seemed a little obsessive, but then again, all the male characters in books have been victims of the love-at-first-sight syndrome.

Why exactly he found you so fascinating? He didn’t quite have the answer to that himself. Maybe it was the way your confidence was nowhere to be seen despite your highest-ranking title, or the fact that you were still able to utter out cautions about formalities despite looking like you were to go faint any moment. He couldn’t deny that he found you a little cute (just a little). He’d never had a knight fancy him, especially a high-ranking one, but he wasn’t one to carp. The thought of your duality merely aroused his attention, which is why he was so keen on carrying out this match.

Although, Jake’s plans didn’t exactly schedule themselves as he wanted, because when he arrived at the grass training grounds, uniform poised and blade in tow, he was met with the faces of the rest of your peers, eager eyes ready for action.

“Sunghoon, what is the meaning of this?”

“My apologies Jake, for how would the elders take it if the royal prince wanted an individual match with a recruit?”

“Oh, you know I meant no harm—”

“Obviously, however, other people simply don’t have the pleasure of knowing your royal highness as well as I do. I kindly ask you to adjust to the current circumstances and carry this forward as a teaching lesson, rather than a chance to fancy yourself with a new lover.”

Jake paled at Sunghoon’s words, turning to face him with an impeccable glare.

“Don’t be so surprised Jake; I too am capable of noticing wandering eyes. Whether your thoughts start as mere interest or mad infatuation, please be cautious of your actions. Tis the season to be betrothed, after all.”

With the warnings ringing throughout his ears, Jake stepped up to the platform, meeting your curious eyes. Simultaneously, you both bowed, and Jake was taken aback to the formalities you’d mentioned previously before. Today you looked more at ease, and he couldn’t quite figure out what for. Was it because combat came naturally to you? Or perhaps it was the reconnection of you both? Only time would tell.

Although this was an obligatory battle, seemingly for educational and ritual purposes, Jake could sense that you wouldn’t go easy on him. That wasn’t what worried him. Jake also wasn’t the most skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and he knew what the outcome of this event would be. That wasn’t what worried him either.

What worried him was the realization that he was excited to be with you again. He recalled the past few days, tracing through them to find that his mind had often wandered off to the upcoming battle with you. The thought of getting to know how you carried this particular interest of yours, the thought of meeting your gaze again, the thought of merely perceiving you had plagued his mind until this very moment. He felt like a fool, like a little boy eyeing a certain pastry he had craved through the windowsill. Maybe Sunghoon’s wandering eyes were right; maybe he was smitten with you.

He looked up to see you unsheathing your sword, preparing for the beginning. He mimicked your action, the blade unfamiliar and uncomfortable in his hands, designed to flaunt rather than to function. The both of you poised with your arm outstretched, blades crossing and knees bent.

He could tell by the slight grin on your face that you were well aware of the outcome. He wondered if you knew he visited for entirely different reasons than battle, but judging by your expression he knew the answer was quite evident.

He was so distracted by you that he didn’t even realize the start of the duel. He focused to see that you had knocked the heavy blade of out his hand (doing him a favor, really) and as it soared in the sky, you twirled him around and pulled his back flush against your frame, encompassing him in a body lock. Jake couldn’t care less about what you were doing to him. The mere feeling of you sharing contact with him was enough to make his brain go dizzy. And quite surprisingly, he sensed that you were affected too, due to the evident rising heartbeat against his chest.

As the fight commenced and the audience clapped (blasphemy really, Jake hadn’t carried out a single action the entire time), his attention focused on your figure, which was walking off the platform. He noted your slight trembling hands and your heavy breathing, accompanied by the lack of eye contact he had once received before.

Were you nervous? Embarrassed? Or perhaps, blushing? These thoughts haunted Jake as he returned to his chambers, falling into a restless sleep filled with you, you, and only you.

A couple of weeks later, you had the opportunity to tour the extravagant castle. It was a part of your training, in case the palace ever fell under attack and you were required to defend it, however, most of your comrades took it as an opportunity to finally experience a sliver of royalty that they had never had growing up. As most of you came from poor backgrounds, the diamond chandeliers and velvet carpets seemed daunting and awe-striking, and you swore some of your units had hearts in their eyes as they dragged their fingers along the winding corridors of the palace.

You, however, weren’t quite as interested. The sole purpose for your visit was education and you made sure to concern yourself with only that, disregarding most of the accessories and amenities the palace had to offer. You didn’t really focus on most of the extravagant interior (although that was probably the most vital segment in your training) because you knew it was filled with barely-touched rooms designed to complement and boast. All fortresses were built with the sole impression of looking majestic, and the only part you deemed important for your training were the places in which the royal family frequented.

You were told that Jake enjoyed the palace gardens, so you ventured off to exactly there, mentally mapping out particular landmarks that you help you familiarize layout. You could see exactly why he frequented this location; the white rose bushes and worn stone paths resounded a sense of serenity, and you soon forgot about the actual reason you were here, continuing to inhale every petal and feel every path of grass underneath your sole-covered toes.

Somehow you had found your way to the fountain, sitting on the edge and tracing your palm across the clear water drawing ripples. You had laughed when you first found the location because of the angel sitting atop the basin, reminding you exactly of the man behind the reason you had come here.

Jake. It always seemed to steer back to him. After your duel you simply couldn’t stop your brain from wandering off to his presence, the way he moved, his pretty eyelashes, his kissable li—

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You hadn’t realized you were extremely close to falling into the fountain until Jake’s voice resounded, bringing you out of your quite embarrassing daydream. A flush covered your rosy cheeks as you locked gazes with him and nodded, letting him pull you up to your feet and away from the water.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, gripping your shoulders lightly.

Your brain felt dizzy from the direct contact, and your throat dried up as you attempted to speak.

“Training, walking around memorizing—”

“Calm down Y/N, I understand. Please take a seat love, you must’ve had quite the shock from almost falling into that fountain,” he responded, gesturing to a patch of pasture as he pulled you down next to him.

If your brain wasn’t malfunctioning already, it definitely was now. Love. The word floated through your head like dandelion seeds in rough winds, like a kite gone lost. No one had ever called you such an endearing term before, and despite not knowing Jake’s intentions behind it, you still cherished the four letters he had chosen to label you.

You wondered what Jake would say if he knew the reason you almost fell was the fact that you were daydreaming about him. Or perhaps he already knew? You turned to ask him something of the sort, only to meet his preset gaze on you already.

Maybe it was a part of your imagination, but he stared at you as if you held the universe in your arms. If Jake Sim was the sun, he stared at you as if you were an even brighter star speckled somewhere far, far away from his vicinity, yet so, so close. His stare was so warm, so tender that it made you want to shine more brilliantly to keep that expression within his eyes and his heart and never, never ever let go of it.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you found yourself asking instead, your tense atmosphere dissipating and shifting into something more fond, more affectionate.

“Like what?” he returned, a slight grin on his face indicating he already knew the answer.

“Like you’re in love with me,” you blurted out, the impact of your words hitting you only after you’d recited them.

His gaze shifted, turning into something rawer and more emotional, almost as if you had crossed an unknown boundary and he didn’t know how to react to it. You could feel regret filling your feelings, and maybe he sensed that too because he changed the topic, effectively shutting down any potential outbursts.

“Come on Y/N, let’s get you back to the castle. Your comrades must be worrying about your absence.”

Since then, it had become quite the regular occasion for you to cross paths with the prince in the palace gardens (willingly or unwillingly, you wouldn’t answer). Sometimes you had Ni-ki in tow (only for him to be cast aside anyway), and sometimes you strolled alone, subconsciously keeping an eye out for the man that had somehow bewitched your heavy heart.

You didn’t know when the line blurred between admiration and romance, but you quite simply didn’t care because the Jake Sim had given you his time in return for conversation. He seemed to be enjoying seeing you, talking to you, breathing with you, sitting with you so close that your shoulders almost touched and you could lean over and kiss him. Out of all the pretty humans, he wanted your time, your affection, your words, and your smiles. And you certainly weren’t complaining.

At times you’d find yourselves talking about anything and everything in the world, and at others, you’d fall into silence, bedridden with comfort. His presence grew consolatory to you, an aphrodisiac you’d simply succumbed to throughout the routine of your lifestyle. His figure often occupied your thoughts before you slept, and you’d wake up to the chirping birdcalls in anticipation of your next meeting. Dreaming, you were, as you floated with your feet in the dappled clouds blessed with the warm sunshine that was Jake’s laughter.

Deep within your mind, buried for a later reflection was the hidden notion of restriction, of not being allowed to fall for the charms of his royal highness. A dangerous tightrope you pranced on, shying towards his flirtatious advances and straying away from the acceptance of your feelings. You knew that one day had to come to terms with reality, but that day was not today, not yesterday, not tomorrow. Soon, you presumed, soon enough to infiltrate your worries but not soon enough for you to distance yourself from your growing affections.

One day, when the night sky was particularly clear and the white stars were particularly bright, Jake asked you a simple question.

“Y/N, what happens when you… you want something you can’t have?”

You turned to your side, meeting the heavy, cautious glance of the human next to you. Jake always seemed very grown up to you, perhaps because of his princely duties, but at this very moment, he resembled a childish boy, as if he had broken a vase behind his mother’s back and tried to hide from his consequences.

You couldn’t tell if you enjoyed his cautious vulnerability, but you did have the slightest inkling of the layers hidden underneath his seemingly simple question.

“Well, it’s human nature, your royal highness. I suppose it—”

“No but, what happens?” he prompted, effectively cutting your words off and leaving you wordless.

“Well,” you started after some consideration, trying to phrase your answer quite sensibly, “well then, it’s simple. You bear the consequences. Because Jake, we all want what we can’t have.”

And the look on his face haunted your dreams for many nights.

The royal banquet was an event many anticipated, Jake very well included. Delicacies from far and wide were served upon gold platters (made with numerous ingredients such as the pears Jake was discovered feasting on), and although it served as a chance for royal delegations with countries much like theirs, the entire palace staff was invited. It was an occasion simply to remember, and Jake being excited was a bit of an understatement.

Jake couldn’t deny that a factor of his enthusiasm was your attendance this year. Despite having many acquaintances, the only person Jake typically interacted with at formal events was Sunghoon, and your presence would be a nice contrast to his usual experience.

(And maybe he’d been waiting for a chance to see you outside of your occasional garden getaways, but he’d never admit to it.)

From the moment Jake arrived at the occasion, his eyes were searching for you. Although he knew training kept you for quite a while, his gaze was always focused on the entrance, hesitantly waiting with a chocolate mousse in hand.

“Sunghoon, when do you suppose the knights will arrive?”

“Your Highness, not to be disrespectful but you’ve asked this question thrice already. They will be here soon, I swear.”

“Sorry Sunghoon,” Jake responded, embarrassed but too bashful to care, “as you can see, I’m quite impatient.”

“It is quite obvious, your Highness. Here, why don’t we preoccupy ourselves with conversation? I’m sure our comrades from far and wide will be expectant to speak a few words with you, hmm? It will take your mind off, ahem, a particular other person.”

Conversation was the plan and Jake followed it, mingling with his guests to distract himself. As a prince, Jake was born and raised to frequent polite manners and converse equivalently, but truth be told, his usual acquaintances were young women seeking a way to his heart (and his money). At normal times he wouldn’t be bothered by such minor inconveniences, but today he just couldn’t seem to return the same flirtatious advances.

Maybe it was due to the certain soldier lingering at the tip of his tongue, the corners of his brain. Jake was extremely lucky that he was graced with a good enough appearance that women seemed to be entranced by because, without it, he most likely would’ve received complaints regarding his obvious disinterest towards people who garnered it.

He was able to flutter around casually until his mother pulled him aside, excitedly urging him to direct his attention to his father’s annual oration. Jake was, simply put, perplexed as to why she was so enthusiastic about a simple speech, but he followed his mother’s orders, anticipation bubbling inside his ever-so-faint heart.

He should’ve protected his heart while he could’ve.

“With proud honor, I would like to announce the betrothal of my son, Jake Sim, to the elegant princess of the Shin kingdom, Princess Yuna!”

The only emotion Jake felt was numbness. Despite Sunghoon shaking his shoulder like a madman and a multitude of cheers resounding around him, the only thing that phased Jake was the distant sound of a plate crashing, igniting an unknown fear hidden deep within his heart.

And as clapping echoed around Jake, he whipped around to see broken shards of glass speckled on the floor, and the love of his life running away with the intention of never seeing him again.

In many novels you had read the phrase ‘the heart grows fonder with distance’, but you never assumed it to be true until you started evading the prince.

It had been approximately three weeks since your last meeting (not that you were counting), and you seemed to be facing insanity. Once a narrative that followed romance novels, your tale now diverged into that of heartbreak and sorrow, betrayed by the person whom you were most bewitched by.

No books in your library explicated how to heal a torn heart, so you confided in the most trustworthy source you knew: Nishimura Riki.

“See Y/N, this is why you should never trust a man.”

“But Ni-ki you—”

“I’m the exception.”

Was your best friend the most suitable option for comfort? Mayhaps not, but he tried to the best of his abilities, and you appreciated his efforts.

Three consecutive knocks startled the both of you and before you could even stand upright, Ni-ki had opened the door, coming face to face with the royal commander. The both of you bowed to your superior, who merely waved the formalities off and requested an audience for a short while.

“Knight Y/N, I request you see the prince immediately as—”

“With all due respect Sir Sunghoon, I have no desire of interacting with his royal highness ever again.”

“Y/N—”

“My decision is final.”

With a dejected expression and a heavy heart, Sunghoon left the building, leaving you with a shattered mind and a dull ache in your chest. Today’s interaction had broken the thin wall you had mentally built to separate you and your lover, and you traveled right back to the beginning as if you had just run away from a shattered glass plate and a wedding announcement.

The only word to describe your predicament was reality. You and Jake had spent weeks floating around in the heavens, soaring through the skies like kites let free. Now your feet were grounded, bound in shackles that hauled behind you, growing heavier and heavier with each teardrop.

You suppose there was a way to free yourself, but it wasn’t a solution that would be found yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Once soaring, you were now drowning, ruined in the faint memories of him, him, and only him.

Days passed with monochromasy, and you buried yourself in work with the hopes of distraction. The gardens were a plate untouched, unseen to your naked eye, and instead, you frequented the confines of your bed, once slumbering with dreams about a certain man now only to slumber with cold rivulets gushing down your cheeks instead.

Hatred filled your once curious heart, seeping deep within chambers once filled with pliant affection. You found yourself obsessively irritated at training, lashing out at your colleagues for the simplest of matters and aggressively sparring during practice. As a knight, you well knew that patience was key, but Jake Sim had ignited your murderous streak and cursed you with eyes of red vision, fury the only lens through which you noticed your surroundings.

But most ironically, you hated that you wished him back. Dusk was spent with tear-stained cloths and torn newsletters, every inch of your being reminding you of who you once were. And you hated that while you were suffering, he was enjoying his new fiancé, frequenting ballrooms and relishing lively conversation.

You wanted him gone (and yet you wanted him close). You really did.

“So, Jake, what’s your favorite color?”

Jake hated everything about this setup. Currently, he was spending time with his bride-to-be (his parents had forced him to for a good relationship), and he wouldn’t be lying if he said this was extremely awkward. There was nothing wrong with Yuna per se; in all the right circumstances, Jake would’ve thought her an ideal bride. However, she wasn’t you. She wasn’t the one that he was in love with, the one that flitted through his dreams every night, the one he spent every day thinking of, the one he was smitten with.

“It’s blue. Yours?”

“Mine too!”

They both fell silent. Silence. Whenever the noise diminished between you and Jake, it felt comfortable. It was nice to cherish and he basked in it. But this silence? This silence was awkward, something he wanted to throw off a jagged cliff and never see again.

“You’re in love with someone, aren’t you?” Yuna suddenly asked, chewing on a piece of asparagus.

“What? Of course not. And even if I was, it wouldn’t matter.”

“Jake, I don’t want to spend an eternity with someone that doesn’t love me.”

His heart softened at her words, and he turned to glance up at her calculating gaze as if he was a mathematics theorem she was meant to prove. And Jake despised math.

“But we can’t—”

“We can Jake. If you will for something so badly, the universe will grant your wish. And I can see your desperation, Jake. You’re in love.”

“Stop. Please. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

They both fell silent again but this time it seemed tense, conniving. After a few moments of shifting the uneaten steak on his plate, Jake spoke up again.

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have been so impolite,”

“No no, the fault is mine. I intruded into decisions that you should be making, and I just heavily influenced you.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, have you ever been in love with someone Yuna? Do you know what it feels like?”

Yuna stopped playing with the food on her plate, freezing at Jake’s words.

“I have been in love, actually.”

Jake waited silently, noticing Yuna’s shaking hands.

“Love is a fragile thing, Jake. Once shattered, no matter how much you try to put the pieces back together, they won’t ever fit the same. I shattered it, Jake. I shattered my love for her because I wasn’t brave enough to back out of this arrangement.”

With caution, Jake outstretched his arm, silently holding Yuna’s as a sign of comfort. Although he couldn’t see her teardrops, he could hear them.

“Please Jake, please don’t make the same mistake as me.”

He looked up at her, teary-eyed and soulless, urging him on.

And then he ran.

He ran and he ran, as far as his legs could take him and even past the point of that, with only one goal in mind. Time felt supersonic, a blur that he seemed to experience only with the presence of you. Your name was all that echoed in his mind. He didn’t know where you were, or how you were doing, but he knew he had to find you. To tell you how much he loved you, how much he wanted you, how much of a fool he was letting you go. He was an idiot. But he was yours.

Your house was the first place he had visited, opening the door to a slightly angry Nishimura who relaxed once realizing the situation. He didn’t know where you were. He tried the training ground, only to see it empty. The garden, and the banquet hall, all empty. He felt like he was losing his mind, a game of cat and mouse making him a madman.

And then it hit him.

He burst open the doors to the stage, seeing you sitting on top, tracing mindless circles into the polished wood. You looked up at his entrance, your eyes filling with rage and angst as you turned to get up and leave the area.

He hated it. Eyes once filled with love and affection towards him now were violent. He loathed that he was the cause of your misery. And he was going to do everything to fix it.

“Y/N! Y/N please, please don’t leave. Just listen to me for five minutes. That’s all I ask.”

You stilled, your backbone facing him. “And why should I?”

“Because, because I made a mistake. I’ll admit it; I knew that day would come. I knew my fate was predetermined and it was my stupid fault for being a coward to not change it. And yes, I made a mistake in falling for you.”

“Is this what you—”

“But I don’t regret it. Not one bit. Because if loving you was a mistake, then I’d make it over and over again for the rest of my life. If loving you was a mistake, then suddenly I adore mistakes, because loving you was the best thing that could ever happen to me.”

He trudged up the platform, facing your tearful eyes.

“You once told me that we all want what we can’t have. I couldn’t have you Y/N. But I wanted you. I still do, so, so badly.”

He kneeled, handing you the sword he’d dubbed you with the first day you two had met.

“I want to be with you Y/N. No matter how hard it is, I want to try. So will you dub me as a knight for your love?”

He couldn’t tell what you were thinking. With tears streaming down your face and his heart pounding out of his chest, he braced himself for the worst, closing his eyes shut.

Only for you to shakily shift the blade from his shoulder to shoulder, dropping down to your knees and hugging him, crying into his shoulder.

“Knights swear an oath to never do the wrong thing, you idiot,” you speak softly, breathily, and he can feel your small smile against his shoulder. “Then I’ll be an idiot. Your idiot.”

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Better Than Revenge

Part 4 of You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader, Past! Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Description: It's been a year since you fell in love with Jake Seresin. You'd be a fool if you didn't count yourself so incredibly lucky to know and love him. You adore Jake for everything he is and everything he tries to be for you. But you're not above proving to the world, shouting from the rooftops that Jake is the man for you. You finally get your chance while at a wedding in Italy when Bradley Bradshaw makes a nuisance of himself yet again.

Disclaimer: Female!Reader

Warnings: Sex. Sexual Themes. This chapter is mostly smut, okay?

The content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting taglist requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story.I do my best to portray adult relationships in this fic. Please do not interact with this story if you feel you are not ready to read about these themes.

Word Count: 4147

A/N: Here is Part 4 of You Play Stupid Games You Win Stupid Prizes! Jake and Bitsie have been through a lot together and I love them so much! This is the scene that started this whole series. This is the scene I first dreamed of and I've been working up to it for months! I really hope you all love it!

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You’d think that a girl who’s been deployed all over the world for the US Navy and to a certain capacity travels for her job would know how to be packed and ready far sooner than right before you leave. You’d think, anyhow. It’s currently 1 pm the day of your flight and while Jake is all packed with one itty bitty rolling suitcase and his uniform and a tux in their dress bags, you’re running around like a chicken with its head cut off. At least you’ve managed to get your dress laid out in its bag with Jake’s tux and uniform. You’ve also got your shoes packed in a corner of the suitcase in their special bag. It’s everything else to pack that you have no idea what you’re bringing. Jake’s no help. Every swimsuit you try on gets the same result: hungry eyes and fingers that try to paw the suit right off.

Finally you settle for two bikinis, one in a classic black and the other a purple shade which looks amazing against your skin, as well as two one-piece suits. You weren’t expecting Jake to like the one-piece suits more, but with their plunging necklines and high leg, he hadn’t let you go for at least half an hour.

So, a part of your struggles in packing are Jake. The other part is how nervous you are. This will be your first time meeting Jake’s other friends, his other colleagues. You're not sure if they truly like him or not, but damned if you're not resolved to like them and make them like you. It's the only thought in your mind as you finish slotting underwear, t-shirts, shorts and sundresses into your bag. You add a few more pairs of shoes and a cardigan for if it ever gets chilly and stand back in satisfaction.

With your bag packed, it's easy for you to collect everything else. By the time Mickey's pulled up, you're ready to go. Jake's vibrating out of his skin the entire drive to the airport. After a year of dating, a year of loving him, you think you know exactly why he's so nervous. Pilots don’t generally like flying when they’re not in the cockpit themselves. Seeing as how you’ve never flown with Jake before, you guess you’ll see when you get on the plane. Check-in and security are smooth and before long, you’re on the plane. Before the plane even takes off Jake is white knuckling the arm rests with his eyes closed. You take his hand in yours and settle in for the ride.

Halfway through the flight, you wake up from a nap to see Jake staring broodily out of the tiny airplane window. You push up the arm rest between you.

“Darling?” Normally calling him your darling makes him grin unabashedly. Today, he’s barely responding. You press a kiss against his knuckles, staring at his star-streaked profile as the moonlight seeps into the darkened cabin.

“Jake?” You tug gently on his hand until he turns to you.

“Sweetheart?” His voice is hoarse and deep. It sends shivers down your spine as you tug him towards you, kissing his lips gently. When you pull away, his eyes stay closed for several long beats. You examine his face, cataloging the new dark patches under his eyes. He hadn’t slept well the night before, when you were home either, and normally he loves your bed.

“What’s going on Jake?” You cup his cheek, tugging him down until your forehead is pressed against his.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bitsie-girl.” You scrunch your nose before pecking his lips again.

“Uh-huh. Suuure.” You cuddle into his chest, drawing one of the thin, scratchy airline blankets up over his lap and yours.

“Something’s eating at you, Jakey.” He kisses your forehead, breathing a little raggedly. “What’s going on? I thought you were excited beyond words to be Arrow’s best man?”

“I am excited for him.” He inhales deeply, tugging you in closer. "But I also don't know how I'll face him again."

"Why?" You snuggle closer to his broad chest.

His voice drops to a whisper, barely audible over the plane engines and the ambient cabin noise. "Because I'm the reason why he doesn't fly anymore. If I had been a little bit faster, I would've saved him and he wouldn't have to wear crutches to stand at the altar."

Your voice is vehement as you press a kiss over his heart. "You saved his life, Jake. You did. He wouldn't be getting married at all this week if it weren't for you. This is something to celebrate."

"Then why doesn't it feel like it, darling?" You can hear all of the emotion clogging his throat. "All of my old squadron members are going to be there. I haven't seen any of them since Arrow got sent home. What if they blame me for what I did? What if they hate me for not being fast enough? For being too cautious up in the air?"

It hurts your heart when you feel wet warmth smattering against your forehead. You just hug Jake to you tighter. You can't imagine what it's like to have to make snap decisions like that. All you can do is be there for Jake. You fall asleep like that, curled up in his arms, waking only when the flight attendants bring around the breakfast service.

Jake looks like he's feeling a little bit better, at least. He's back to being your very own ridiculous Texan puppy-dog of a man. Jake spends the remainder of the flight flirting unendingly with you and making you flush from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. There is no way you’ll ever be able to hide how he makes you feel.

He’s still a bit off, you can tell, though his mask is near impenetrable. He smiles the same, laughs the same, but there is a part of what makes Jake, a special spark that is missing. The Hangman mask, his armor is back up. Indeed, if he were a castle, he’d have the drawbridge up and the moat filled with hungry crocodiles. When he’s in his own head like this, you know there is no way you’ll be able to get him to open up to you. You can only pray that he’ll work himself out of the funk, pray that you won’t lose him to his own intrusive thoughts.

It’s been about a week since you landed in Italy and you can’t be more in love with the experience if you tried. The food is amazing, the scenery takes your breath away and you adore waking up bare in your obscenely expensive cottage surrounded by wild roses with your boyfriend wrapped around you. Jake’s happy, it seems, so long as you are. He’s gone out of his way to make you smile this trip, but his nerves from the plane, the nerves he’s been hiding the entirety of your trip thus far, come out in full force when you’re at the wedding, specifically at the reception.

The entire function is happening in a gorgeous old villa in the countryside, with the reception taking place on the sprawling grounds. There are clusters of fragrant night-blooming roses perfuming the air with their delicate fragrance and with Jake by your side, now dressed in a perfectly fitted black tuxedo, you rather feel like Cinderella at the ball dancing with Prince Charming for the first time.

Jake had been taciturn, his face a mockery of a smile the whole night, at least until he caught up with the groom. Arrow, Carson, as you’d learned was his given name, didn’t hold a grudge towards Jake at all. He’d hugged Jake after the ceremony and the two men had shed manly tears while you chatted with Amanda, Carson’s new wife, getting to know her.

Indeed, it seemed like none of Jake’s old squad held a grudge to him. He’d been greeted with smiles and bro-hugs all night long, slowly but surely untensing with each affectionate greeting and smiling face. In fact, he’d even danced with Mandy while Carson had swept you away in a dance later that night.

“You make him really happy, you know, Bitsie?” You smile at Carson, not minding the shuffling sway he’s got you in on the dance floor at all.

“He makes me really happy too, Carson.” You grin, seeing the way Mandy laughs, throwing her head back at what Jake says to her.

“Jake looks at you the way I look at my Mandy.” You giggle nervously at his words.

“He does?” You’re sneaking besotted glances at Jake the entire time you talk to Carson on the dance floor.

“Yeah, he does. I haven’t seen him this happy, ever, I think, Bitsie. You bring out something special in him. Something which makes him glow in a way I’ve never seen before. You make him a better man.” You’re gaping at Carson when the song ends, pulling away from his polite grasp on your waist and hand to clap for the live band. “Take care of him, Bitsie. And thank you for getting him to come to this wedding. There was nobody else I would want to be my best man.”

You carefully hand Carson over to Amanda, not even minding when Jake gets pulled into the crowd of men around the groom as he does the garter toss. You meander your way over to the bar, and it’s as you grab a glass of Prosecco when you encounter Bradley Bradshaw again. You knew he was going to be at the wedding, so it’s not a surprise. You’d evaded him, time and again, from the moment you’d sat down on the groom’s side of the aisle. Having Jake as a six-foot-tall glaring guard dog certainly helped. So did having the insulatory presence of Amanda and her bridesmaids, all of whom were Jake’s ex-squad members’ partners and wives. The group had easily adopted you as one of their own and now you have a whole new set of girlfriends to get to know and keep up with when you’re all stateside again.

But now, as you take in the all too familiar scent of patchouli and cedar wood emanating from the man next to you, you can’t help wondering what he wants. All of your fond memories of your time with Bradley have soured. It’s like the curtains were pulled aside, letting daylight in. You finally see all of the flaws, hidden in plain sight.

“Hey, Bitsie.” He sounds oddly subdued, sad and very lonely. You’d half expected him to have Britney or Natasha on his arm tonight, but he’d come alone and stayed mostly alone the whole night through.

“Bradshaw.” You sip on your Prosecco, exuding your disinterest with everything you have.

“Thank you, Bitsie.” At your little questioning hum, he continues. “Thank you for finding my mom’s wedding ring in that pawn shop.”

“Oh, you got the ring back?” Your tone is still light and half-disinterested. But you can’t help but feel a little rush of relief. In truth, other than the old woman at the pawn shop and her son, the only person you had told about what you did with Carole Bradshaw’s ring is Jake. He hadn’t been pleased, exactly, but he’d come around to your way of thinking after a little bit. You couldn’t in your right mind keep Bradley's mother’s wedding ring from him. The urge for revenge has long ago faded to dust.

“Yeah. A kind stranger tracked me down via the pawnshop owners. Britney,” He spits her name with disgust, “sold it to them complaining about how her ex was abusive and she was pregnant and needed money to run away from him to keep her unborn baby safe.” He chuckles mirthlessly, flagging the bartender down for another whiskey. “She then walked right into the liquor store across the street and bought a bottle of vodka which she drank right in view of the cameras.”

He’s tracing absent-minded circles on the bartop in front of him.

“How did I go so wrong, Bitsie?” He drags his hands distractedly through his curls. “I wish I’d never met her. She fucked up my entire life. I lost everything I’ve ever had because of her.”

“She single-handedly tanked my reputation, lost me my friends, and destroyed my relationship with the best girl I’ve ever known.” Now this, you weren’t expecting.

“You, Bitsie. She destroyed my relationship with you.” You're not sure how to respond. In your shock, he's even closer to you, so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the glassy sheen in his eyes as he looks at you.

"I'm so sorry for that. Is there any way? Is there any way, at all, that you can forgive me? Is there any way you can give me another chance?" He's looking at you with puppy dog eyes, the brown orbs nearly glowing in the light.

"No, Bradshaw. I'm sorry. That door, that relationship between us? It's done. I've moved on. I wasn't lying when I told you all those months ago that I found somebody better. The best part is, he makes me better." Around you, the party erupts in cheers and whoops as the man who caught the garter is paraded around. To your happy surprise, it's Jake. He's grinning widely from ear to ear with the lacey garter hanging lopsidedly out of the breast pocket of his suit. His expression changes the minute he sees who you're talking to, though.

"Bradshaw." If your tone was cool, Jake's is like a glacier swept through the party. A crackling tension sets up between the two men looming on either side of you.

"Seresin." Bradley's got an evil glint in his eyes. "What's up? Afraid your girl will leave with me?" He chuckles. "Well, she picked me once. Who's to say she won't do it again?"

Jake's tense against your side. Rather than respond, you leave your glass on the counter, order a pair of shots and down both. Then you take Jake's hand and drag him out of the tent and into the garden. This is exactly why you would never even consider being with Bradley Bradshaw again. He goes from having a nice-ish moment to being a complete dick in seconds.

You know Bradley's following you. You can hear quite clearly how he calls your name over and over. There's a maze on the grounds and you lead Jake there, pressing him into an alcove watched over by a greek-style statue of Venus. The marble is festooned in flowers and shines palely in the moonlight.

Jake's jaw is still clenched as you press him into the cool stone and kiss him like you want him to forget everything but your name. His lips are spit slicked and swollen when you pull away and his hands are hot against your waist as he paws absently at the fabric encasing you.

"What, Bitsie-girl, was that for?" He sounds wrecked already, a sizeable bulge in his pants as you drag your hand over his crotch.

"That was because I love you. You. Just you. Nobody else." You smile up at Jake, cupping his jaw in your hands, relishing in the soft pinpricks of his stubble against the pads of your fingers.

"I love you too, baby." He tries to drag you in for another kiss, but you're cognizant of eyes on your back. So, you drop to your knees in the gravel, letting your gown pool around you as you nuzzle against Jake's cock, staring coquettishly up at him through your eyelashes.

His gasp as you drag the zipper down and free his hard length is like music to your ears. Jake's length already glistens in the moonlight, the tip dribbling precum as you draw it between your cherry red lips. You struggled with blow jobs a lot in the early days of your relationship with Jake, never knowing how much suction to use or your own limits. But after a year of tutelage, you can suck Jake off in minutes now. He always feels like sin in your mouth, hard and velvety soft against your tongue.

Tonight, you're not in the mood to tease. You take him to the root, relishing the choked off gasp and how he grabs the edge of the alcove to keep from bucking into your face. You tease him, treating his cock like a popsicle, licking and sucking until he loses his control and actually begins fucking your face. You thank Venus herself for waterproof mascara as the insistent pace sets tears welling in the corners of your eyes. You know Jake's close to coming by the moans spilling out of his mouth. You glance up at him again and moan around his length as he cums. When he drags you up for a kiss, you stop him, showing off his spend coating your tongue before swallowing and parting your lips again to share how good you are.

"God, Sweetheart." Jake's voice is all drawl as he turns to cage you against the statue. "Look at you. All pretty, dressed up in a gorgeous gown with your mouth fulla my cum?"

"How did I get so lucky? How did I get you to be mine?"

You shrug cheekily in response, gasping as you feel cool stone against your bare back. Your gown gapes forward, baring your breasts to your heart's hungry gaze. You don't know when Jake unzipped you, but right now you could care less.

Each longing glance from your boyfriend sets flames alight under your skin. You can't hide your moan when Jake mouths at your nipples. Your eyes nearly close in pleasure, but you still see Bradley Bradshaw, because who else would it be, standing just behind another statue looking right at you.

Your leg is wrapped around Jake's waist, the skirt of your dress rucked up around your waist. His hips grind his length up into you. You're just wearing panties under the dress and you wish you hadn't worn anything at all under it now. Jake's mouth is hot and wet over your peaked nipples as he leaves hickeys over the tender skin and makes you babble his name.

"My pretty Bitsie-girl. D'you want my dick, baby? D'you want it buried deep in that wet little hole?" He sucks harshly on one of your nipples, using your mewl of pleasure to bury two of his fingers into your cunt. Each thrust of his long fingers combined with the constant assault of his mouth on your tits has your head lolling, mind fogging with pleasure as you stare right into Bradley Bradshaw's eyes.

"Yes, Jakey. Yes, please. God, right there." You feel wicked and so turned on, staring into your ex boyfriend's eyes while your current boyfriend reduces you to a wet, drooling, mindless mess with his mouth and fingers. "Mm, you feel so good. Gonna come, Jakey. Don't stop! Don't stop."

You come with a scream, your back arching as you positively gush around Jake's fingers. He's grinning wickedly at you, his teeth trapping one perky nipple between them before he kisses you.

"There y'are. My wild, wild, Bitsie-girl. My sweetheart. God, you look so pretty like that, coming for me. I'm going to marry you, one day, pretty girl." You moan into the kiss he presses to your mouth, open mouthed and sloppy. "I'm gonna marry you and fuck you in your wedding dress, just like this."

Your voice is cheeky as you trace your fingers over his hard length. "Mmm… you're putting a lot of stock into your dick game, Cowboy. You haven't even fucked me yet. You gonna put your money where your mouth is?"

His groan is musical as he turns you around, pressing your bare tits into the cold marble and buries his cock in you with one swift thrust. It lifts you several inches, dragging your sensitive nipples across the marble and makes you moan so loud the sound echoes. Each thrust has you grasping the statue with shaking hands. Jake always feels so good, especially like this when he's all over you and he's all you can think about. Well, not everything. Despite your ragged breathing and the way Jake's hands and mouth are all over you, a wicked part of you hopes Bradley likes his show.

You hope he gets the picture. You're done. You've moved on. Jake gives it to you better than he ever could. But it's a fleeting thought, quickly driven away by the cresting wave building in your gut and the way every fiber of your being is screaming for Jake. You feel all strung out, like your skin is too tight and you're shivering as a cool breeze blows over the garden. You're surrounded by the scent of Jake's cologne and hundreds if not thousands of roses blooming in the late night air.

The combination sinks into your skin, turning your arousal up a hundred-fold, making you thrust your hips back to meet his. The additional stimulation has you even closer to your second orgasm of the night, and you can hear Jake's groan in your ear, the special one that he always lets out when he's about to come himself. You grab your skirt in one hand, rucking it up higher, and drag Jake's hands up with the other to fondle your tits.

The new angle when he reels you against his chest has your eyes crossing as every thrust hits your g-spot. You can already feel your pussy fluttering, spamming around his length as your orgasm builds and builds. You come with a scream when he pinches and tugs at your nipples, rolling them against his calloused fingers as you writhe in his arms. He follows after you with a bitten off curse shortly after.

Your face is hot and you can't help your whimper when Jake pulls away. He kisses your bare shoulder softly, murmuring, "I know, sweetheart, I know. Let's eat some cake and then you can have this cock all night, okay? My pretty Bitsie girl. My sweet slutty baby. You’re mine, Bitsie, baby. Mine."

You shudder when he settles your panties back in place, the lace quickly becoming sticky as your mixed cum drips out of you. You turn in his arms easily, kissing him until you're breathless. Jake lifts you up onto the base of the statue, grinning at your pout when the cold marble meets your hot, mostly bare ass. When he peppers kisses across your bare tits, you surreptitiously look for your voyeur.

Surprisingly, or well, maybe not, Bradley Bradshaw is still where you saw him last. He's flushed, blushing profusely, so red he could glow like a neon sign. Did he get the message? You tug Jake closer, kissing him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Just in case Bradley didn't get the message, you flip him off with both hands behind Jake's head, soon losing yourself to the kiss.

It's about a quarter of an hour later when you walk back into the party. You'd cleaned up as best you could in one of the bathrooms, but you're sure nothing can actually hide your blissed out, well-fucked glow. Jake's not even trying to hide it. He walks up to Carson and you can't hide your giggle as all the men take one look at him and start smirking and laughing at him. The one man in the group who can't meet Jake's eyes is Bradley. He got the message, then.

You, of course, are bombarded with questions from Mandy, questions you can't help answering, all the while grinning mischievously at your new friend as she tells you she covered for Jake earlier. During her Bachelorette party a few days earlier, you'd actually told her the whole saga of Bradley and Jake and you. So she knows, and Mandy has never doubted your choice. It makes you happy to know that Jake has such good friends.

It's not long at all before you and Jake make your exit from the party. The night, still perfumed with rose, seems filled with promise. So much so, that you can't hide your tears when Jake leads you into the small flower festooned gazebo in the garden of your rental cottage and asks you to marry him.

You say, well actually, scream "YES!", of course, and then promptly drag your fiancé into the bedroom for a 'she said yes' fuck. Bradley Bradshaw isn’t even a thought in your head. Not anymore. You can’t wait to hear what Jake says when you tell him you had an audience in the villa garden. Knowing him, you won’t be able to walk when he’s done with you.

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nivenus · 2 years ago

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I just saw Avatar for the first time since it was in theaters 13 years ago. Some quick thoughts.

1) The CGI (mostly) still holds up. Aside from one sequence near the beginning, I don't think you can really tell this was made more than a decade ago. That's pretty damn impressive since CGI often ages poorly.

2) It's a better film that I gave it credit at the time though it's still quite flawed in some ways (more on that in a bit). But after a decade non stop of Marvel, DC, and Star Wars as the dominant box office brands it stands out a lot more and feels a lot more original.

3) It's hard not to perceive part of the backlash against the film among nerds (which I think the success of Way of Water has shown did not reach into the mainstream) comes from the fact that this film makes the Colonial Marines from Aliens the bad guys. Unequivocally. As someone who thought the Marines were never the most interesting part of Alien or its imitators that doesn't bother me as much.

4) I think another reason people (myself included) backlashed against the movie is that it is overwhelmingly, heart achingly sincere. There is not a sarcastic or self-mocking bone in Avatar's body. Everything it does is done with deliberate, open hearted purpose and frankly a lot of us nerds are uncomfortable with that! But again, after a decade of films aping the wink wink wisecracking of 2012's Avengers, one might argue Avatar's bleeding heart is actually a major plus in its favor.

5) That being said, it's not flawless and one bit of criticism from 2009 remains quite relevant: the film, while unequivocally anti-colonialist, is made with an entirely white lens. The Na'vi are the good guys, yes, but with the exception of Neytiri (and only barely to be honest), they're never the *heroes*. The greatest ass kicking moments, the greatest triumphs and heartbreaking moments belong not to them but to the humans like Jake, Grace, Norm, and Trudy. The Na'vi are sympathetic, but we don't see anything from their point of view: they're accessories to the human characters' emotional journey.

6) That being said, if this was the first movie you saw about colonialism I think you'd be hard pressed to come away from it thinking that was a *good* thing. Cameron is not the least bit subtle about painting Quaritch and RDA as the bad guys nor about drawing comparisons between them and not only historical colonizers but the modern U.S. military (see point 3).

7) One thing I appreciate a lot more now than I did in 2009 is the sheer volume and quality of worldbuilding. It's clear this was a passion project for Cameron and he put every bit of detail he could cram in. It's also a very notable early example of a conlang that isn't either Tolkien or Klingon.

8) Lastly, the movie struck me as faintly religious which is interesting. I don't believe Cameron belongs to any religion but it struck me that Eywa very much represents an idea he would like to believe is true, even if he doesn't actually believe in it.

Anyhow, I might do a more detailed analysis after I watch Way of Water, but for now I'll end by saying Avatar remains a complicated but very well made movie, with a good message muddled somewhat by an exoticizing lens.

#avatar #james cameron #way of water #film retrospectives

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katewibberlystan · 7 months ago

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it is my firm belief that after the separation the savages grew up and became even more chaotic, and this applies especially to jake, beetles, and abigail. in my head jake and beetles are treasure hunters sailing around the world in search of fabled riches. they’re also absolutely awful at this. they rarely find any riches, they get into all sorts of trouble, nearly exposed the magical world at least four times in fifty years, and they’ve destroyed more than one boat. how have they not died yet? they mooch off abigail who has become a prominent businesswoman and the leader of nyc’s magical community, making rafe and kate and miss b proud. she’s also a tax evader and she bribes government officials to get away with it. i cannot express how audacious this is; she saw fucking al capone get busted for tax fraud and still decided to go for it. be gay do crime girl. (plus shes either pissed off the mafia and gotten away with it or she’s saved jake and beetles from the mafia and gotten away with it. or maybe both)

anyhow, jake and beetles are constantly crashing at abigail’s place in between adventures and/or her getting them out of trouble with her magic and crime talents. she always claims to hate it and says she’ll charge them rent one of these days. she never does, because they’re her oldest friends and she sees them as family, but sometimes when they anger her enough she tells them to get the hell out of her house and also the city so that she can have peace and quiet. it’s during one of these times where she’s told them to leave her be that they end up in the mediterranean as the battle of loris is happening. they proceed to never let her live it down that she missed it all and they didn’t.

#tbob #the books of beginning #the fire chronicle #the black reckoning #jake and beetles #abigail

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thrileikur · 2 months ago

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i dont think ill be able to put myself to sleep without getting this in anyhow. keeping myself from making it a future issue by just tumblring here.

so ive been thinking a fair bit about too old. like the episode that was supposed to formally kill the pb/finn ship before they started talking down on it more in later episodes with their own odd methods. but thats not the point, i want to talk about something independent of it

i dont think finn learned anything from that episode, or was shown to have done so at the least. obviously if breezy is to exist then the so called breakthrough he had wasnt really for anything. the real issue i have with it is that he wasnt grounded at all in the situation that he got him and bonnie into, not in a way that works characteristically for him. when he phones jake at the end what he mentions is all about having to patch things up with fp, completely glossing over the fact that what he did was probably the lowest thing he had ever done in the entire series. this is after the whole ecoterrorism shit of the prior episode because he would eventually aid ice king into giving him a place to stay. its crazy, lemonhope was in another episode but what wouldve at least helped me out here was bonnie giving a side eye to finn as to point out why the kid was getting education and (to an extent, because finn was simply being a wet sock in too old) why castle lemongrab got even worse.

finn got off scot free for further militarizing the place and i have seen no one give him the littlest shit for it. and what, because its isolated from the rest of the greater region it really doesnt matter to what it means to his stature? how hes the great hero who everyone depends on? these are kind of goings in character development that in any other show thatd help him out, but he has someone who gets written out in the same episode clean up his mess.

and theyll swear hes just a kid figuring things out, but not once have i seen him simply understanding the brevity of the situation like how youre supposed to discipline someone young. for gods sake he was 15 his arc was halfway through at that point. idk with the amount of space they had at the time to include literally anything that pushed the envelope, they couldve made finn learn that he was ruining lives. if this fandom can work around bonnie rightfully getting shit for destabilizing and spying on the flame kingdom then it can do the same for finn who couldve not fucked up the dinner and didnt have to be forced a reality check onto

#.txtril #finn your plan FAILED which was part of my plan which WORKED #adventure time #finn the human #princess bubblegum #lemonhope #i forget what im going for bat on with this honestly #i have a bunch of bullshit like this in the drafts #i dont talk about this show like i enjoy it really but i refuse to use the term critical

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ask-steven-stevenson · 2 months ago

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Roger’s old boss who jumped out the window was (I believe) confirmed by direct dog man to be Steven :3c

fuck uhhhh

this one’s kinda stupid, but when I try to search up tumblr it automatically redirects me to this page (that one’s true btw)

also I dunno if this will fan your ego but you getting sick has resulted in (at least) five other people getting “the Steven plague” which is pretty cool

I hope this suffices if not I do have money :/

"Fine, you.. seemingly put a lot of work into this ego thing so fine. As stated before, yes. Me and Jake knew each other before we both became phone guys. Though when we first met, Jake was still with his wife. Anyhow, I forgot where exactly we met, but I recall something about our kids. Cheesy? Maybe, but I'm guessing like a park or something? Mike and Jason actually got along well.! Which is probably what started everything."

[He gave a small smile and laugh! He's slightly red. He likes talking about Jake.]

"Anyways. I know it sounds anticlimactic, but we originally met at some park nearby my house. We talked a bit, and I don't know if it was pity or something, but he offered to hang out with me for awhile. I guess it's because I really didn't have anyone to help with my kids... I guess he thought I was a single father. Which.. fair—I mean, I had a boyfriend at the time, but we never talked as much. So.. yeah. Anyway, it was a simple thing. We kept in touch with each other. I'd watch his kid when he went to work, and he'd constantly ask and see if we'd could find a place where both our kids could play and we could talk. The more we'd hang out, the more he'd open up to me. He talked to me a lot about how scared he was to get fired. He didn't want to fail his son; he told me that he already failed somebody in his life, and he was scared to do it again. I guess he liked me because I was able to reassure him that no matter what, Jason would love him. He didn't believe me most of the time, but he was thankful. As you can tell, it would've continued. B. But there's more. If you're curious to. How we got to the point we are at now.. but that's how we met. Is. Is it sort of anticlimactic and.. stupid- but hey-“

#HE JUMPED OUT A FICKONF WONDOW.!.?.?.?#actually. seems fitting #anon ask #steven ask blog #ask steven #human arc #sick arc #SORRY IF IT SEEMS CRINGY #BUT o think its somwwbat cute…#he didn’t.. continue bc abel <///3

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skylarstark4826 · 3 months ago

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Miles looked down at his manhood - his mind an emotional cocktail of bereft, curiosity, and shame. Could he even call it a manhood? Could he even call himself a man? Tall, blue, striped, fanged – Miles used to consider the Na’vi more as monsters you’d see in the sleazy holovid theaters than people. Well, the realMiles had considered it. Not him. Whatever he was.

Anyway, back to his penis.

Miles was still getting… situated with it. The length was unsettlingly an upgrade from his human body, though the girth-to-palm ratio remained more or less what he was familiar with all those solitary nights on last watch. Veins ran all up and down the damn thing like a sprig of seaweed had clung to the bellend and refused to come off. But what freaked Miles out the most? Them veins glowed bioluminescent-like, like it was some kind of deep sea jellyfish. Jesus Christ – why did everything have to glow on Pandora?

It didn’t help that no matter what he tried, the damn thing wouldn’t stay hard for him. He tried thinking of the usual things that revved up his helo – earth things. Bouncing brown tits and asses round enough to bounce a quarter off of. It would get him there – but just barely. He would feel the loinrush, the beginning of the swell… and then nothing. It was always like there was something missing. Something not computing – like trying to load a shotgun slug into a high caliber rifle. Same concept; different fit. Misfire.

Night after night, Colonel Miles Quaritch vigorously tried to masturbate. Night after night, he was disappointed at the result. Inert. Didn’t stop him from feeling more and more pent up though. For at least the first few nights, he had thought maybe Na’vi physiology was just different. How could he have blue balls when he was already blue all over? Oh, but this damn body found a way. No, he needed to have this shit figured out if he was ever hoping to have a level head again.

Maybe Sully was getting to him. That traitor to his own kind consumed Miles’ thoughts – how dare he throw away his God-given holy human flesh (crippled as it was, sure) in favor of being a freakshow. It made him sick. Going native all because of trying to catch some blue tail. That Na’vi bitch of his was the reason he was this way, anyhow. The original Miles Quaritch would still be kicking ass and taking names if it wasn’t for little miss Mrs. Sully getting frisky with some arrows. He couldn’t even believe it. The broad killed him with practically all of her skivvies swinging in the Pandoran breeze. He showed up to the warpath in a fully automated carbon-steel suit of whoop ass, and she showed up in a leopard loincloth and some necklaces that hadn’t even fully covered her cat lady teats.

That part perplexed him, truly. Na’vi women somehow got through their entire species’ existence without the invention of bras. All they had was beads on string that somehow – somehow – managed to cover up the nipple at just the right angle at all hours of the day. The amount of times he hoped – wait, hoped? No, that ain’t right, where did that thought come from? The amount of times he wondered if he would catch a glimpse of some Na’vi nip peeking around the corner of one of them beads for even a fraction of a second, only to be denied.

It filled him with an incredible curiosity. What did they look like? Was it like a human nipple – areola and all – but just… blue? Did those damn things glow on them too? Shit, do the Na’vi even make milk? Is the milk blue? Or maybe it’s just a mound of nothing that served some other purpose. Miles couldn’t wrap his head around it, but he desperately wanted to know. When, if ever, did they reveal their nipples? Did the beads stay on as they bumped uglies?

Miles chuckled. The thoughts of the beads rattling and clacking around on Mrs. Sully seemed absurd.

And yet, arousing.

His thoughts started racing. When Jake Sully lay his wife down, did they have a nice mattress underneath them, or was it their savage custom to fuck on the grass to make their “Eywha” happy? Had to be the grass, right? So, Sully would lay her down on the grass and their cat eyes – his eyes too now, he reminded himself – grew wide and their breathing rapid. Their large, dexterous hands would explore each other, caress each other’s tails. Then the loin cloths slipped off. Then the beads slowly clack as she would lift it over her head and as her blue breasts flopped back down he would see…

His scrotum glowing blue.

The change of light and addition of color to the otherwise sterile white space station bedroom had startled Miles out of his own thoughts. His nuts had never done that before – neither as a Na’vi, nor as a human, best he could fucking recall. Other than being as furry as a lucky rabbit foot and lopsided like one nut was in charge and the other was just its small buddy along for the ride, he had assumed (and hoped) that his new set of testicles worked primarily like the last. And for most intents and purposes, that seemed to be the case. But no. They glowed too. Miles wondered why he was even surprised at this point.

But more than that, his new blue cock was harder than it had ever been. Not all the way there, but damn bigger than it was before he started on about Na’vi nipples. Miles stopped himself. Did the Na’vi have a word for cock? Sure as shit didn’t have the animal here. He would have to have some other name for it. He grinned, self-satisfied at his own burgeoning engorgement. Toruk. Now that’d be a fun word to call it. His Toruk was growing and his balls were glowing.

“Well, ain’t that something,” Miles said to himself.

Just then, the silence of contemplating his genitalia was interrupted by the sudden whoosh of the sliding door opening, footsteps clomping forward, and the pop of bubblegum.

Zdinarsk.

Miles scrambled to tuck his half-erect Toruk into his waistband and pull his pants back up. As he did so, he barked, “Jesus, marine! Don’t you know how to fucking knock?!”

As Zdinarsk slid into view, she had her hands up in appeasement, her tattoos rippling along her arms as she did so. Miles wondered who the hell even got a tattoo machine this far out in space and agreed to tattoo on Na’vi skin. Zdinarsk smirked as she took a seat on Miles’ cot and said, “Apologies, Colonel. Why so blue?”

Miles scoffed. “Shit, you’re never gonna let me live that one down, huh Z-dog?”

She smiled wider, her left fang catching the light. “Hell no, sir. That bit was cornier than elote.”

Miles couldn’t help but smile at that. Z-dog always had a good quip about something. One of the few marines he didn’t mind shit talking him. His eyes took her in – tank top, mohawk, tattoos and all. His hormones got the better of him and his eyes lingered longer on her chest than he knew was polite. He couldn’t help but wonder for a split second if her nipples were the same as Mrs. Sully’s – given that she was an avatar, after all. Did she have good old human titties under there in addition to an extra finger? He mustered every once of military discipline and decorum within him to not allow his mind to start contemplating the mysteries between her legs, and instead Miles shook his head and looked Z-dog in the eye.

“So watcha need, marine?”

She shrugged; Miles thanked Christ that she either hadn’t noticed or hadn’t cared that he just ogled her like a schoolboy. Z-dog said, “Just wanted to go over the deets of our next op, sir. I felt like I was a bit distracted on the last one and Sully slipped through our fingers as a result. Need my head more in the game, Colonel. Hope I didn’t disrupt anything important.”

Miles nodded. Shit, he knew damn well what it was like to feel… distracted. “I hear you, Z-dog,” he said. “We’re on the most god-forsaken place I’ve ever seen, and we all know we’re here for the second time because we died, but by the grace of the United States we got another shot at figh – ”

Miles cut himself when he realized Z-dog kept flicking her eyes back and forth between his face and his groin – clearly fighting like hell not to just stare at his groin. So, he looked at his own groin.

His dick was out. And boy, was that blue son of a bitch throbbing and bobbing like a pipe ready to burst. Harder and thicker than he ever had seen or even could comprehend a penis getting. Clearly, Miles had failed to properly secure his pants.

“I, uh…” he stammered. “This is unbecoming of me Zdinarsk, I…”

She looked away, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. “No it’s my fault, Colonel. I was the one who walked in on ya. I should have expected you’d want your privacy after hours.”

Miles sighed in relief at her tone of voice – a playful, bashful “It’s so funny you had your dick out” tone rather than a disgusted, shocked, “I can’t believe you just had your dick out” tone. He properly forced his hard cock – no, his hard Toruk, remember – down one of his pant legs. Not without difficulty and discomfort, mind you. We call human dicks hard, but this Na’vi dick was HARD – titanium, diamond, skull-crushing hard. Miles thought about how he could kill a man with this truncheon between his legs.

He cleared his throat. There was a dreadful moment of silence between the two of them before Zdinarsk started giggling, and Miles allowed himself to chuckle as well. He said, “Shit, I don’t even know what to say. That’s probably the most compromising position I’ve ever been in, marine, and I damn well know that I’ve been killed in action before.”

“You don’t gotta apologize, sir,” Z-dog said. “I should be the one apologizing for staring at it. I just… never saw a Na’vi one before, you know? Curiosity got the better of me.”

Miles was incredibly curious about what her blue pussy tasted like, so he totally understood about curiosity getting the better of you. “I get that,” was all he said, however. “Thank you for… being able to overlook… that,” he said, motioning towards his crotch.

Another moment of silence.

Another moment of Miles really wanting to know what Na’vi snatch was like.

And maybe it was the testosterone clouding his mind (or whatever the hell hormone Na’vi balls pumped his body with), but he could have sworn Z-dog was looking him up and down, getting a sit-rep on all his body had to offer. Did she bit her lip for a fraction of a second? Miles wanted to believe it, but didn’t allow himself to.

She leaned forward. “May I speak openly, Colonel?”

Miles scoffed. “We’re more open than we’ve ever been with each other, marine. Spit it out, I won’t mind.”

“I’m actually a little jealous of you, sir.”

He scrunched his brows, confused. “Why jealous?”

“Well… it seems like you have your shit, you know, figured out down there. I haven’t been so lucky.” She motioned up and down along herself with her hands. “There’s a lot that’s the same going on here, but there’s a lot different too. I haven’t been able to… do the things I usually do to get my head straight before I get knee deep in the shit. That’s what I mean by being distracted, to tell you the truth.”

“Oh,” was all Miles could say, dumbly. “Well it’s not like I –”

“I mean my old vibrator doesn’t do shit to this anymore, it seems” Z-dog said, cutting him off. “I always gave my exes a hard time for not being able to find my clit, but here I am as a Na’vi eating my own words – oh, sorry Colonel. I didn’t mean to divulge all that.”

Miles motioned with his hands that Z-dog could go on speaking. He was now invested in learning about her clit.

“Well anyway,” she said, “I’m just a little pent up and frustrated. If I can’t even figure out my own body to get myself off, how am I supposed to figure out how to use my body to kick ass all up and down this unobtainium-ridden hellhole? I don’t even feel like a human anymore, what the hell am I doing here?” She looked down.

Miles sighed in understanding. “You know what, Z-dog, I feel the same way.”

Her head perked back up. “You do, Colonel?”

“Yeah, I do. Believe it or not. I’m grateful those eggheads in the labs are giving me an extra shot at putting some lead through the bastards that killed me, but I don’t think they had a fuckin clue about how fucked in the head we’d be as Na’vi. We don’t even know our own damn anatomyy anymore. It’s hard, Marine.”

“Yeah,” Z-dog said, her eyes lingering on Miles’ crotch. “Sure is, sir.”

“They should have given us some lessons on it or something,” Miles said. “Since we’re being open, marine, I’ll have you know that I haven’t gotten it all figured out either. This is,” he motioned to his dick, “the best I’ve gotten myself going. Trying to clear my own senses all on my own hasn’t worked out.”

Miles hesitated, equal parts scared, but excited to say what he wanted to next. He looked down and felt Toruk stiffen again; he could see his balls glowing brighter than before. God, did he want this. It was worth the risk to say it. So, he did.

“You know, the Na’vi are weirdly spiritual, hippy dippy types. All about their connection and sehaylu and whatnot. Maybe… they need to be connected and uh, help each other out, for things down there to work.”

Another moment of silence. Oh God, she was going to storm out, disgusted, wasn’t she? The last thing Miles needed was a court marshalling for harassment.

But then, Z-dog grinned and said, “You know what? Fuck it, sir. Let’s help each other out then.”

A smile crept up on Miles’ face. He was amazed that worked. He was finally about to get fucking laid. “Outstanding,” he said.

Z-dog got up and took a seat next to him, and Miles fought every urge to shove his erect Toruk up towards her mouth. Fuck he really wanted this. He felt like a schoolboy again. Awash with hormones and no idea what to do with them.

Z-dog said, “Should we kiss first, I guess? Or is that kinda gay?”

In response, Miles put his hand around the back of her skull and pulled her in for a kiss – maybe a little too aggressive, but he had the feeling Z-dog would appreciate it. He was apparently right. There was a brief moment of awkwardness as their fangs clicked together, but their lips and tongues took over the work and began to explore one another, wrestling in saliva and passion.

As that was happening, their hands went on sexy recon missions of their own. Miles felt Z-dog’s hand trace a line down to his crotch before wrapping around his big blue penis and start stroking it, taking care to move along the glowing veins. Oh yeah. That felt nice . Meanwhile, his hand crept up past her waistline and up her shirt. He knew what he wanted: her tiddies. Now those were the real Hallelujah Mountains. His hand made their way up her soft flesh until it found even softer, rounder flesh. God damn did Miles like boobs. Like, a lot. He forgot how much until this very moment. His hand cupped one and began to squeeze and found it just as wonderful as the human varieties, though the nipple was markedly pointier. Was that a Na’vi thing, or a Z-Dog thing? He tried to trace circles around it with his finger, but the tightness of her shirt restricted this movement.

As if reading his mind, Z-dog broke away from him with a grin and said, “Let’s make things easier for you,” as she ripped off her shirt. Miles’s eyes went straight to her breasts, the mystery finally being revealed to him. She had areolas still but – what a shocker – they were a glowing blue. Oddly smaller compared to human ones too. Well, they were probably about the same inch-age as human areolas, but on a Na’vi body, that was pretty damn micro. But the main event was the nipples, and those did not disappoint. They sure as shit were pointier, they jutted out almost an inch, looking like little beehives of rounded flesh. Honestly, they looked nearly identical to blackberries. Good thing for Miles, he loved blackberries.

He dove for them and started sucking. They tasted more like sweat than blackberries, but that didn’t stop him from getting his tastebuds inside every little groove. Z-dog let out a little satisfied moan as Miles tongue swirled in circles on its mission to really get acquainted with those nipples. He was so lost in this titty-trance that the only thing that took him out of it was the sound of Z-dog’s buckle coming undone followed by the sound of her pants falling down to her ankles. That meant her pussy was just out in the air now. Waiting for him. This he had to see.

Miles detatched himself from Z-dog’s breast and got on his knees to stare straight at a Na’vi vagina. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the thing that was in front of him. It looked like a cross between lotus flower petals and dinosaur scales, many lavender flaps of flesh woven over themselves to form a type of cloaca, gently quivering like insect mandibles and drooling a thin line of slime. The human psyche within him was horrified and wanted to run. The Na’avi psyche within him was horny and wanted to lap up that stuff like a dog. Well, Miles thought, call me Fido. And he dove for that dripping snatch.

The… liquid… was somewhere in consistency between water and honey. Miles let it drip onto his tongue like a waterfall as he made his way up to start licking at Z-dog’s purple flesh flaps. As soon as it hit his tongue, it felt like his sinuses were cleared out and the flavor was tangy, almost sour and citrusy. It reminded Miles of grapefruit and tequila. Hot damn, he thought, smiling, this pussy was like a Paloma.

He began to lick at where the juices were coming from, assuming it was a hole of some sort, when he felt Z-dog’s hands interlink behind his head and gently push his face deeper into her. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

Miles was a good soldier, and he did as he was ordered. He kept licking all over, hoping to get drunk off of her vaginal tequila. The flaps began to quiver harder to the point of vibrating, and it practically made his face numb. When he opened one eye he saw that the flaps were receding into her vulva, exposing an even lighter purple shade of wet flesh. In there, he saw a slit, oozing, beckoning him. Now that was a pussy, that he knew how to work with. He dragged his tongue up and down the opening – trending more upwards on a quest to find the clit. To his dismay, there wasn’t any kind of obvious discovery or difference of flesh down there. Z-dog was right, this was a different kind of coochie. Miles then went further down to the bottom – maybe their clits were inverted? Nope, nothing different down there. At the very least though, Z-dog was readily enjoying this though, given she had her head thrown back and was letting out groans and sighs while caressing the back of Miles’ head. The Paloma was on a constant drip, too.

Miles wanted to try one last thing, he shoved his tongue into her vagina, hoping for hidden treasures inside the folds. An instinctual panic set in as he felt numerous little bristling appendages meet his tongue and wrap around it. They prickled like static shocks. He pulled his head back and saw that now emerging from Z-dog’s pussy were thin pink tendrils, now grasping absently out in the air. Not dissimilar from the sehaylu tendrils within Na’vi hair.

“God damn, Colonel,” Z-dog said with a grin. “It’s never done that before. We must be doing something right. Give them some more.”

Now it was Miles’ turn to grin. “Oh, I’ll give them something,” he said. He got up and unbuckled his own pants, resumed his seated position on his bench. His glowing blue cock was standing up, waiting and ready. He gave Z-dog a tilt of the head to come on over.

She walked over and began to straddle him. Miles was worried that her body wouldn’t be able to take the sheer size of his Toruk, but to his surprise and delight, she slid right onto it, the entirety of his genitalia disappearing within hers. God, did his penis feel good. Every inch of it was surrounded by warmth and slickness, bringing about a tingling sensation all up an down the shaft, which only heightened as Z-dog began to ride up and down on it. He could feel the tendrils inside too, at first it was like his dick was mashing them further back to whence they came, but as Z-dog started picking up speed, the tendrils shot back down and started wrapping around his Toruk. The bristling shocking sensation started tracing the lines of the webbed veins of his Na’vi dick and it was unlike anything Miles had ever experienced. If he had his human cock, he would have already come like a geyser. But this Na’vi meat needed more.

He bucked his hips and sat up with Z-dog’s pussy still holding a grip on his Toruk. Then, with a savagery Miles didn’t even know he had, lifted himself up to a standing position. Z-dog quivered, sliding even further down onto his Toruk with the motion. She yelled out a “Yes!” and then she yanked his head in for a fierce kiss. Their tongues clashes as he walked over, carrying her with him. He lifted her over to his cot and slammed her down onto it, now only holding her thighs as he began drilling into her pussy like it had unobtainium in it.

He wondered for a split second if she was hurt or upset by this violent upheaval, but she shouted, “Oh fuck yeah, colonel! Wreck that Na’vi pussy!”

Spurred on, he began thrusting with all his might, fast, and hard, and animalistic. It was like a knife he had to repeatedly bury in his enemy’s guts to save his own life, with that desperation and primal instinct, he grunted and he stabbed his Toruk over and over into her, slamming into her wetness over and over again. In the microseconds of lucid humanity amongst the fog of horny Na’vi, he wondered if she was alright with this, only to be impressed at just how resilient her pussy was to his relentless dicking.

“Oh fuck yeah!” he said.

This went on for several minutes. Miles was impressed by the endurance both of their Na’vi bodies held in order to maintain this high-octane sportfucking for as long as they were going at it. Z-dog had her hands raised over her head, clutching the rim of the cot and bedsheets. She was biting her lip and nodding to him with his thrusts, encouraging him to pump her over and over. It felt good to him of course, that slick rhythmic rub and hormonal high making him more animal than sentient. But he wasn’t on the verge of ejaculation. It felt good, but he wasn’t anywhere close.

Mid thrust, he grunted to her “You getting close, baby?”

“No,” she breathed. “You?”

Miles shook his head. “Should we stop, or…?”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” she snapped at him.

So he kept fucking her.

At some point, her ponytail flopped down close to her waist. Miles saw that her sehaylu tendrils were out and grasping at the air, like they were hungry, desperate, or dying for something. He saw that his own was dangling down as well, his tendrils reaching out to hers as if by instinct.

Maybe that was it.

“I’m going to try something,” Miles told her.

She just nodded in response.

He grabbed his sehaylu and lay it upon hers. The tendrils took only a second before intertwining with one another, to the point where it was impossible to tell where Miles’ ended and Z-dog’s began.

The effect was immediate. Miles felt his pupils dilate – more than that, he felt Z-dog’s pupils dilate. He felt her everything. He felt her head on the pillow, the ache of her spread legs, the sensation of her pussy being filled up by him. And he knew she was feeling the same thing, he could sense… her presence within his brain. He knew she was feeling the ache of his hips from the constant thrusting, and the swelling blood of an engorged dick in action. Miles felt himself fucking her as she was feeling what it was like for him to be inside her.

Their breathing pattern and pulses synchronized. And… he could see out of her eyes. He saw himself, staring in wide-eyed wonder down at him, no, her. He felt her staring at herself through his own eyes as well. Their visions were blurring together, they were becoming one person, and they could see it.

“I see you,” Miles whispered to her, whispered to himself.

As he said it, he saw her mouth out the words at the same time.

Just then, the tendrils within Z-dog’s pussy coiled around Miles’s penis again – only this time, they were not absently caressing, but driven with purpose. The tingle and shocks were deliberate, and only with the linking of minds and body was Miles able to tell that her pussy tendrils were arranging themselves to trace the webbed veins of his Toruk – exactly down to the pattern. And in this state of bodily all-knowingness, he knew that that cockwebbing was actually an array of nerve endings, and now her pussy was locked in onto each one. More than that, they pulsed to the same rhythm as their heatbeats, pulling and beckoning his penis ever inward with each pull.

Miles slowed down his thrusting to match this rhythm. Z-dog thrust back, now placing her hands around his head, bringing his face to continue looking into one another’s eyes. As they stared at each other – at themselves through one another – they saw other things. Miles thought of the times he was happiest as a child, his most prideful promotions, and more. Z-dog thought of all the times she proved her brothers wrong about what she’d amount to, about all the medals she had earned for her service. They both knew one another were present for these and a huge amount of other personal, momentous moments of joy. And all the while, they were still having incredible sex. It was like they were both in a movie theater together, watching a clipshow of every time they felt happiness in their lives, while at the same time someone was holding intense vibrators to their genitals and somehow these vibrators were hooking them up to some kind of biological wi-fi with each other.

Eventually, this mental movie theater screen stopped showing clips from his own life and Z-dog’s and started showing a glowing of brilliant light. It was brilliant and beautiful, and it was a color Miles Quaritch didn’t even have a word for because it was one he couldn’t ever see as a human. But he saw it now as a Na’vi as if it were as bright and obvious as the sun. It was incredible. It took the shape of a tree and roots and branches that coiled out into streams and webs that seemed like it could wrap around everything in the entire universe and make it good, and pure, and like an awesome orgasm.

Is that … Miles thought to himself…

Eywha ?

As soon as he had that thought, Miles came. Z-dog too. He felt her writhing and quivering in ecstacy almost as much as he felt himself pumping out gallons of what he assumed was glowing blue cum. His dick felt like a broken sprinkler up inside her, uncontrollably gushing out liquid to a steady pulse. As if on queue, the moment his penis stopped ejaculating, his sehaylu decoupled from Z-dog’s. It was over.

Miles moved over and lay next to Z-dog, both of them still panting, but their breathing now their own individual patterns again.

“Shit,” Z-dog breathed. “That was intense, sir.”

Miles chuckled. “Understatement of the fucking year, marine.”

She smiled. “Glad we got that out of our systems. Now I can actually think straight the next time we’re out there hunting that traitor Sully.”

Miles was almost disappointed that that was her first thought. But, he fought that down. With his post-nut clarity, he could finally be a stern commanding officer again. “Damn, right, Z-dog.”

Z-dog got up from the cot and gathered back up her things, got dressed. “Well, Colonel, I don’t want to intrude on your time any longer. You must have other things you have to do and shit. Who knows though, after another couple missions, maybe we can clear our heads again.” She smiled at him.

Miles smiled back. “Outstanding,” he said.

Miles heard the airy whisk of the door open and then close, and then Z-dog was gone.

He smiled to himself. He might now be a good for nothing, blue-ball, web-dicked Na’vi, but right then, in that moment, Colonel Miles Quaritch felt like a fucking man again. As he began drifting off to sleep, he murmured a single word to himself.

“Hallelujah.”

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badlydrawnjake · 1 year ago

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hey jake, just so you know, if you don't smooch the robot at least once every day, you will be committing a crime against robots worldwide and i will personally track you down. just a little food for thought. - a random lesbian robot

GT: Im sorry Miss Robot, but there is no way I am kissing the brobot again.

GT: The last time was really embarrassing. for everyone involved.

GT: Being constantly hunted is not anything new to me anyhow...

GT: Whats one more?

GT: Sorry again, though.

#homestuck #jake english #brobot #ask

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hacked-by-jake · 1 year ago

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hey hbj!! happy birthday, I hope your day is going to be just as lovely and special as you 💖

to be honest, I've been meaning to send u an ask for a while but I've been lacking the motivation to do so- I really don't feel the best during summer and I'm glad that it passed fairly quickly, and that we're one month closer to moonvale as well!

feels like the only thing motivating me to start my day sometimes was seeing a notification from you and wanting to check it out. when u went into hiding I def felt it, really seemed like something was missing from my routine. and here I thought I'd only ever say something like that about jake 🤭

but anyhow, I really hope you're doing well and I hope you can be happy not just today, but as much as possible every single day. I think it's super sweet how u always wish everyone well every weekend, and in general you're really funny and seem like such a nice person. I hope you can be as kind to yourself as u are to everybody here <3

can't wait to see u get excited over moonvale content when it comes out, and I can't wait to be feeling the same along with you! always take care of yourself and stay safe, take breaks when u need them, you're doing well :)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 🥹 Thank you soo incredibly much for this absolute lovely ask. You can't imagine how much your words mean to me.

First of all, no pressure in sending me asks but I'm still very happy about your words. And I'm sorry you're feeling so low during summer, I can understand that very well, sadly. But yes, fortunately, we almost made it. I'm so excited for autumn, hehe. So I hope you will feel much better soon, you deserve only the happiest times.

But I am very honored that you seem to enjoy my posts so, it really means everything to me. Unfortunately, if I may be honest, my time is quite difficult at the moment and I’m in a pretty tiring phase so it’s pretty hard to be here on Tumblr at the moment. Or to do anything in general. But if I'm here I realise every time how much I miss it and especially you all. So to hear that people notice my absence.. I am sorry about it, I would like to post more of course, but I must honestly say that it is also a very nice feeling to see that people want me here. And I thank everyone for that. And thank you so much for letting me know about it. It's really one of the most wonderful compliments someone can make me. 🥹

And I can only give it back to you. You deserve only the best in the world and I hope life will treat you very kindly. You're so kind and loving, that you came here to let me know about all this nice things shows how wonderful you are and I only try to be as kind as you all are. I'm very happy you like the weekend posts. They mean a lot to me, tbh. I just hope that this little gesture with a little reminder can help someone or at least cause a little smile. We all don’t know each other in real life but still you mean a lot to me so I try to show this.

And that you find me funny also means a lot to me, maybe too much. I am just very happy if someone finds what I write here funny or similar. 🥹

I'm very looking forward to talking about Moonvale with all of you. And I really miss the excitement we all share every time we get news. And when the game itself comes out.. It's going to be amazing. And I'm glad to share this moment with amazing people who feel the same way about it. Even if I fear I might freak out too much but well, by now most of you should be used to it. 😂

Again, a big, huge thank you for taking the time to write all this. I will never forget your words and you just made my day. Really. And I hope I answered everything, I'm very sorry if not. I just can’t say it enough, your message made me really happy. You are a wonderful person and it is a great honor for me to get such beautiful words from you.

You deserve all the best and I hope you will experience so many beautiful things. Please take always care of yourself and stay healthy and safe. You're loved and important! 💚

Thank you! 💚🥹

#Jskuduekebenid 💚💚💚💚💚💚#thank you from the bottom of my heart #e1ablume #not dw #personal #hbj answers #<3<3<3<3<3

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isaacapatow · 1 year ago

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* * #laundromat convo with @mayrarcjas

ike: -sidles closer to cass and penny -

Penny: -eyes isaac closely- Cass: -tugs Penny's arm and moves away, leaving Jake alone with him-

ike: dammit. they always have food on 'em. anybody else holding?

mayra: depends on what you want

ike: oh, you know me. i'm easy.

Cass: You can say that again

ike: -blows a kiss at her-

Cass: -dodges-

mayra: i thought that was my reputation? -snickers- i have a snack pack of peanuts

ike: gimme gimme. -cosies up next to mayra for peanuts like birds do-

mayra: -pulls out peanuts from bag- you don't need me to momma bird them to you do i? 'cause i know we're close but not that close

ike: not unless that's your thing, honeytail.

mayra: no, thanks. -hands bag over- okay, you gotta tell me. what's the honeytail nickname for?

Jake: Since I suddenly feel like I'm intruding, I'll leave you guys to your peanuts! -collects his clean laundry from the dryer and heads out-

ike: -greedily accepting the peanuts, shrugging- what's any nickname for? you seem like a honeytail. i … could elaborate on that but probably not here.

mayra: too pg-13 rated? -smirks-

ike: Heh. No, listen -- I thought it was a bird. Isn't it? There's gotta be some bird called honeytail. Since there's any number of tits.

Cass: I dunno, I'm with Jake. Why am I still watching this? Wanna go, Penny? Penny: do you even have to ask? Cass: We out. -feigns a mic drop even though she hasn't said anything remotely cool-

mayra: do i look like i spend my days watching and learning about birds?

ike: maybe. you're into all that meditation and mindfulness.

mayra: which has to do with an individuals self, not birds. only birds i deal with are the ones Salem brings to me as a gift.

ike: yikes. that cat of yours is a menace. plus she doesn't like me for some reason. but i'll win her over, just you wait and see.

mayra: you can start by getting it's gender right. salem is a he. and he probably isn't a fan of how massive you are. my other kitty is a fan. and that's the one that matters.

ike: -snickers, bumping against her with his hip- that IS the one that matters. anyhow all cats are girls. didn't you believe that as a kid? all cats are girls, and all dogs are boys. maybe i'm just stunted and never got past that.

mayra: my parents were too busy trying to make me the next einstein than teaching me silly things like that. plus, that might be your age showing.

ike: maybe. -shakes the packet of peanuts at her to offer her some- your parents had the wrong idea. you're brilliant in a whole different direction than einstein.

mayra: -holds out hand- well, thank you. i guess i can finally have the recognition i deserve from a different type of daddy.

ike: -groans softly- come on, i didn't deserve that.

mayra: oh? so should i not call you daddy during anymore? -smirks-

ike: you can if you want. but you know that wasn't what i was talking about.

mayra: and you should know, i wasn't talking about that either. -puts hand on his arm- how is it having ember here?

ike: weird. -leans a bit into her touch- i'm not qualified to be anybody's father. if i was, i woulda stuck around when she was little. but it's not like i can … un-be her dad.

mayra: sure you can. -shrugs- blood doesn't exactly make you family. at least, that's what i've learned. but this new world is all about starting over, right? no better time than the present.

ike: yeaaaaaaaah. -slings an arm around her to give her a squeeze and then gives her the rest of the peanuts- i'll figure it out. i just hope i don't fuck her up more in the process. were you close with your folks, when they weren't shoveling you into big brain classes?

mayra: are you truly a parent if you don't fuck up your kid? -leans into him and takes the peanuts, popping a few in her mouth- i wouldn't say close, persay. are we really going to talk about parents?

ike: i wanna know. i mean, if you wanna tell me. the whole, uh… -twirls his fingers- 'einstein' thing sounded like it was pretty rough.

mayra: -she sighs- my dad was the pediatric neurosurgeon at the children's hospital of philadelphia and my mom owned the biggest marketing company of the northeast region, meaning their child had to be something. i was playing piano without sheet music by the time i was four.

ike: -stops chewing, then swallows hard and leans back to look down at her with his eyebrows raised- sheeeeee-it. you weren't kidding about being expected to be a genius. so they wanted you to go into medicine? business? tchaikovsky?

mayra: -chuckles- they wanted me to work for nasa but i chose a different route. call it the first time i rebelled. i went to MIT for environmental health engineering but ended up leaving …

ike: i didn't know i was in bed with a goddamn genius this whole time. nasa?? that's outta this world. -snorts at his own joke, but subsides at her trail-off sentence- that one didn't work out for you, huh. engineering at mit.

mayra: it's amazing what people can hide, huh? -shrugs & pulls out from under his arm- let's go. it's getting stuffy in here. plus i got a cat to attend to.

ike: ohhhh-kay. whatever you want, honeytail. -trots out with her, reeling her in gently with his arm around her shoulders as they go and completely forgetting his own laundry-

#with: mayra #c: may001

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hi!!

im finally not that busy so i came here to scream about to so many things!!!!!!!!!!!

1. i read jay, jake and hoon posts for the comeback event u had going on!! they were lovely!!! a bit cheeky at times too!! but overall i loved them, and im sorry i didn't tell u earlier but again i went on tumblr to read them cuz i knew u will be posting them and had to close the app seconds after i finished cuz life is no so yay !! anyhow yes!! they were great tho <33

2.OMG OOGMERIOFDJFWNFDSVUHJBSN THE ALBUM WAS AMAZING??? i'm absolutely speechless, it was astonishing !!!!! im pissed tho that fate is only like half a song :((( rip queen BUT bills and chaconne ???? WOW JUST WOW, the music video was fantastic too (i'm actually considering going to that castle (where they filmed it) myself cuz it looked beautiful and so did the boys!!!, the vocals on this album were amazing, !!!! album of the year , no skips!! they did so good!!!so which one is ur fav track? ^^

ALSO HEE LOOKED SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD??? and his dance with the backup dancer was soooooo hot!! which bring us to :

3. i saw so many kfans crying over the choreography like wtf!!!! i loved it!! it ATE, it suits the title track sooo well, its crazy!! and everybody put so much work into it, its not fair that people are reacting like that - instant annoyance :(((( i loved it tho its fun, its exciting, its SEXYYY (Sexhee!!!!) ………. literally get a life and a job, go outside, touch some grass, i hope the female dancers are okay too :(( and the boys :(( man i hope they know they are loved and we are proud of them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. i hope the stuff u had/have for uni is going well!!!! i love uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!

5. look at him!!!

https://twitter.com/ihs_heeseung/status/1660965508341207043?s=20

thats my sexy vamp boyfie <3 ← this how u should be delusional ^^ !!! its fun!! if u dont overdo it weirdos!!! wrr

-beloved anonie, i hope ure doing okay and enjoying the album and life as u should <3 omg this is so long lmao

hello hellooo 🩷🩷

1. thank youuu 🥺 i'm glad you liked it, i hope it could give you some distraction and rest <33 are you okay? 🥺

2. THE ALBUM. i know i claimed bills at first but somehow it slipped to the last place now.. it's just all so good 🥹 bite me is constantly stuck in my head from all the streaming and stuff, but i don't mind 🤭 and sacrifice is giving me so many ideas for stories.. soon 🤞🏻so i'd say those are definitely my favorites. but it's so amazing and they really get better with every comeback, i love them so much. and the fact that they were included in the whole process of making the album and the mv?? wow.

but yes, fate deserves to be a full song 🥹 maybe someday.. and you should definitely visit the castle if you can!! and what are your favorites?

3. i have no words for k-engenes anymore. sometimes i feel delulu but this is a whole new level and i cannot grasp how they could do so much bs to people they supposedly love. enhypen deserves so much better and i hope the boys (and dancers too!) know how much we love the whole choreo and album. i hope in a few years we can all laugh about the truck war for example because for now i'm just sad that it was even necessary

4. i was about to say we're moving on to happier stuff but uni.. well 😶 my thesis is actually going well rn, i hope to finish it by the end of the week (the writing at least) and then i have two weeks left for making changes! wish me luck please, i'll need it. i'm getting too distracted with enha rn..

but how are things going for you? sounds like it's very stressful rn, i hope that will stop soon 🥺 i love you too and wish you all the best for it 🩷

5. i-

beloved anonie somehow we have the same boyfriend i fear. (HOW DOES HE LOOK SO GOOD IT'S UNFAIR)

i love you tooo 🩷🩷 and i hope you're doing okay too, you deserve it so so much

#beloved anonie 💖#my loves ❤️#talk that talk 📣

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Okay, I have now invested nearly two hours in the podcast + 20 minutes getting my thoughts down. I know I’m late and we’ve all moved on, but I’m sending this out there anyhow because damn it.

Some scattered thoughts—

There was plenty of stuff that we’ve heard a hundred times by now but that reminded me why I follow this very pleasant dude. As always, I really like that he’s always trying to be grateful for opportunities and the life he’s lucked into, and I appreciate the humility that he shows when he’s talking about working in service to the team and the scene, and that it’s important to leave vanity at the door. It’s not all about him, he says. Even throwing that kind of idea out there is admirable.

We again hear about how he jumps in to new experiences solely because they peak his interest and he thinks they will challenge him. It’s hard to tell whether Tom’s insistence that he’s in it primarily for the personal growth is genuine, or whether that’s a kind of rationalization of several poorly-received project choices, and I’m not sure Tom himself could answer, but regardless it’s a good attitude. Sorry to the fan contingent that’s obsessed with awards and accolades; they’re going to stay losing as he leans more and more into these personal growth principles, I suspect.

One of the most interesting parts to me: At one point, Tom talks about discovering in an elementary school yearbook that he had said back then that he wanted to be an actor when he grew up. I found that notable because part of his brand/public persona (see paragraph above) is that he’s very ambivalent about his success, and that ambivalence rests atop a narrative that he has always been sort of nonchalant about his acting career, even that he sort of stumbled into it, that he’s never been very ambitious, and that he could give it all up on a dime. He’s been telling a version of this story/creating this brand for nearly ten years now, and when he’s surprised by the yearbook quot. he seems to reveal that he’s bought into his own marketing!

In his defense, I think it must be hard to be asked all the time to narrate your own life—to put it into a coherent story—and keep a hold on all the nuance and contradictions that actually make up a life.

Annoying part: While I agree that it’s in all of our interests to reject the cult of busyness, I find praising Tom Holland for taking a year+ vacation to be a little tiresome. Like okay. In my opinion, it’s when he sounds the most rich and privileged and out of touch with those who aren’t.

The hair decisions continue to be perplexing to me. I’m not sure what he thought the Danny bangs were doing. I know he says he got this great advice from Jake that new looks create distance, but the bangs were seriously so bad that they were distracting. Sometimes you don’t want to be thinking about the actor and what he did to his hair. Maybe that’s what the cinematographer was getting at. And the Caesar cut it also bad; I’m sorry to Caesar Tom lovers. That said, I enjoyed his mischievous “I’m not going to do what they tell me to,” and also the little aside that Zendaya still thought he was handsome during TCR filming. Okay Tom.

I found the Marvel part cringey, but tbf I find Marvel cringy in general. I’m glad it feels to him like a little community that nurtures all of its members, but there are plenty of toxic elements, not least the exploitation of the VFX people, and you have to have your head buried pretty far in the sand to disregard them. (I thought Tom supported the little guy?)

I LOL’d/cried: “Do you guys have The Apprentice in America?” 💀

I wish he wouldn’t be so cryptic about Spiderman, but I guess that’s the studio’s fault. Glad he saw a script he and Zendaya liked, but, let’s be honest, I’m not sure if those two’s imprimaturs bode well or horribly for the actual quality of the script😭

Bero: did anyone else feel uncomfortable when Rich Roll was talking about how he doesn’t usually drink non-alcoholic beer because it reminds him too much of a time when he had a drinking problem? I was like, guy, you don’t have to try this. Don’t do it.

Nice that Tom found a side hustle that’s meaningful to him! It seems to me to be the exact right product for his personal brand. Good for him, and I hope it’s successful.

I would love to read your opinion. I find you very thoughtful and one of the few blogs open to criticizing. I miss reading you.

Aw thank you! Maybe I will listen, in that case <3

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saskiahaggens · 3 years ago

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After the Storm Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Pairing: Jake x fem!Reader x Richy x Phil (?)

Warnings:

contains episode 10 spoilers

mentioning of death

Word count: 1566

Please remember that English is not my first language, so please don't kill me.

Whoever was ringing had to leave sometime, right? So you waited, but they weren't going to leave you alone. It just got worse from there. Whoever it was started knocking as well... or more like started to smash down the door. You glanced through the peephole once again, but sill saw nothing. So, there has to be at least two people. You carefully opened the door. You didn't had much of a choice, if you wanted to sleep tonight anyway.

"Finally.", Richy sighed, but his smile faded when he saw your unhappy expression.

"Can we come in?" Jake questioned.

"No," you simply replied and shut the door again.

How could they come here, causing you a heart attack, and now want to come in? Couldn't they at least warned you? They couldn't, of course. It was exactly like their move at the bus stop.

"Y/n come on.", you heard Richys’ muffled voice.

You couldn't simply leave them there. What if your neighbors had enough and called the police because both of them were making too much noise? You were furious, but were you furious enough to let them go to jail? You unlocked the door and let them in without saying anything.

"What took you so long? I understand you're upset, but this was still a bit too harsh."

"A bit too harsh? And how would you describe what you are doing?"

"I told you she wasn't going to read the note." Jake simply snorted at Richy.

Right, the note. You absolutely forgot about it. However, even if you would have remembered it, you didn't had time to read it anyhow. You entered your bedroom and took the paper out of your jacket.

'We'll meet at your place tonight.'

They did, after all, warn you. You were feeling dumb right now. But, your anger returned when you returned to them in the living room. Jake passed past you in your bathroom while gathering your laptop and phone. Richy drank some water and watched TV. His feet were on your table, and none of them bothered to take off their shoes.

"Are you serious? What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Because Jake returned a split second later, the question was aimed at both of them.

"I just wanted to make sure no one could eavesdrop on us," Jake replied, "but I've no idea what he's doing."

Richys’ face turned slightly red. He switched off the television and approached you. "Sorry."

"What for? Following me around, spying on me, causing me a heart attack, not taking off your shoes, or making you feel at home after all I've previously mentioned?”

"Y/n I-," Jake interrupted him by stepping in front of him.

"Look, Y/n, we're sorry about it all, but it would be great if you could just trust us and let us explain."

"Trust you? After everything that happened? Jake, you still don’t let me see your face. How can I trust you when I have no idea what you look like?"

Jake sighed and removed his hood. He looked a bit confused because of your leak of emotion, but if you were honest, he looked exactly like you imagined. Richy copied his action, and now they are getting the reaction they were waiting for. Unlike him, Richy got a visible scare on his forehead, definitely from the fire incident.

"I'm hoping there's a good reason for this."

Before you sat down on the sofa, you gave them one last angry glance.

"Where should we begin?" Richy wondered.

"Probably with the fact that Hannah knows."

"She knows? How come you told her but not me?"

"We didn’t tell her."

"Oh even better. Was it really that difficult to grab a phone and leave a quick message? Aren't I worth a 'I'm fine.'?"

"I'm sorry, but yes." Jake began, but Richy took the word.

"He didn't mean it like that, Y/n."

Fortunately, Jakes' comments left you silent; otherwise, you would be screaming at them now.

"I was badly hurt. The police were all busy when Jake dragged me out of the mine, but Hannah noticed us. We left our phones in the tunnels in the hoping that they would find them and declare us dead. We had to flee after that, and Jake was too busy with getting me medical help to communicate with you."

"You haven't texted in months. You can't tell me you haven't had time to write a few words?"

"I didn’t know what to say. When I finally had the chance to contact you, I was certain you had heard about what happened. I was terrified about your reaction ", Jake has finally started speaking.

"Is it better to follow me and break in?"

You weren't angry anymore, just disappointed.

“We weren't breaking in. You opened the door for us.”

"Yeah, since I was afraid you'd destroy it otherwise and covered the peephole."

"Would you really have opened the door if we hadn't?" Jake questioned.

You did not respond. You would have allowed them in anyway, but he was right. "Exactly-," Jake was interrupted by another knock at your door.

"Who is that?"

"Duskwood Police Department, please open the door."

"Are you serious?" Richy asked.

You got up and shoved them inside your room.

"What are you doing?"

"Hid under the bed."

"What? No." Richy replied.

"Just do it, dammit. The closet is empty. If they come in and look in there, you have a problem. Now stop complaining and do it."

"Open the door," the officer commanded once more.

While you opened the front door, Jake dragged Ricky under the bed. "Excuse me, but is there a problem?" you asked, trying to appear sleepy.

"Your neighbors have complained about loud noises."

"Yeah, some random dudes were knocking on my door."

"And why were they doing it?" he questioned.

"They mistook me for Phil Hawkins. It's actually his place, but he let me stay for a while."

"So, where is Phil Hawkins now?"

"Aren't you the cop? He lives a few streets away, but this apartment is part of the Aurora. " You responded, slightly annoyed.

"Please forgive my questions, ma'am. I just wanted to make sure you were telling the truth. Good night then.”, he turned around and went down the stairs.

"Good night."

You rolled your eyes, when you shut the door. Why did they had to be so loud? You waited a few more minutes to make sure he was truly gone before returning to your room. Richy and Jake have exited their hiding place and just looked at you.

"I believe you should go as well."

"Are you still upset?" Richy asked.

"I'm disappointed. But, before you go, there's something I still don't understand. Why didn't you tell the others? Were you scared as well?"

"No. We just don't want them to have to choose between protecting us and going to the police." Jake responded.

"Dose Hannah know what truly happened?" you asked Richy.

"No, at least I didn't tell her about it. Perhaps Jessy did."

"Jessy cried for hours after your call, you know?"

"Of course she did . If we told them the truth, they'd all despise me."

"I don't think so."

"I do. At least I did.", Jake shrugged.

"Wait a minute, what? How come you saved him then?" you asked.

"Because I know how important he is to you."

"Well, thank you for that... I suppose," you mumbled.

"We understand if you're still upset or disappointed, but please don't tell anyone else." Richy pleaded.

"I promise I won't."

"We will see you soon.", Jake said his goodbye.

"I promise we won’t be far away.", Richy added.

"So you stalk me instead of reading my texts?"

"I’d call it watching over you, but I know you won't see it that way." Jake shrugged.

"Good night," Richy said, smiling.

Y/n could see he was struggling with the idea of hugging you. While you were still sad over what happened, you missed them too. You probably missed them more than you would admit, so you hugged him instead. He gave you a little smile before wrapping his arms around you tightly. It was good to finally feel him hugging, but Jakes' hawking cut the moment short.

"Night, Jake."

You also hugged him before they pulled their hoods up again and headed out into the darkness. You were hoping to see them again soon, but you know Jake. So why don't you focus on the others? You grabbed your phone from the bathroom and plugged it into the charger. When your screen lit up, you noticed a few messages. So, you sat on your bed to read them before going to sleep. The first text was from Phil. He wished you a good night and invited you to go shopping with him the next day. Before you arrived here, he bought you some grocerys, like the water Richy drank earlier. But because he didn't know what you liked, it wasn't enough for more than two days.

Another was from Jessy, asking if you were comfortable in your new apartment, but she answered her question herself, because she thought you were already asleep.

The last one made me smile a little. Jake had sent it. 'I'm sorry about everything, but I promise we'll make it up to you. ;)"

That was the Jake you knew and loved. Loved. It seemed weird to think about it. You were in love with him, but you also had that fuzzy feeling when you wrote with Richy. Then there was the entire Man Without a Face thing, which messed everything up. Now they're back, and you're thinking about Phil the same way you used to think about them. You realized you needed to sort out your feelings as soon as possible, or it would be quite uncomfortable for all of you.

#jake x y/n #jake x mc #duskwood everbyte #everbyte studios #phil x mc #richy rogers #richy x mc #duskwood richy #duskwood jake #jessy duskwood #cleo duskwood #phil duskwood #thomas duskwood #hannah duskwood #mc x jake #richy x reader #phil x reader

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