#jake suy and reader

[rainyamidala]

Hi, could you write an angsty Jake Sully x Na’vi!wife Reader?? Maybe set in Avatar 2 and she gets injured after saving her kids from Quaritch in the forest and Jake freaks out? Thank you so much lovely x

authors note; this is rough. BOLD AND SMALS MEANS PAST. LOOKING BACK AT SOMETHING THATS ALREADY HAPPENED!!!!!

I am not american, my mother tongue is NOT english!!

she/her used. will continue to be used unless requested otherwise.

theme; jake's wife died in the second battle against Quaritch - he can't seem to move on or forget about her.

warning; mentions of death, loss of a parent and lover, grief

note to requester; im sure this isn't what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy regardless! sorry for the wait!!!!

"I can't just forget about her - you don't understand." Jake said to Tonowari, who sat down next to him.

Tonowari and jake had grown extremely close after everything that had happened, becoming the stereotypical father-duo you'd see on eath. of course, jake would never say this. Anyone on pandora – especially recently – hated the sky people. But after what had happened to Jake's wife, they had grown even closer. Tonowari had no idea what he was dealing with, true.. but he wanted jake to know he had a friend.

No matter how much Jake pushed him away, he always came back to help. Even though Jake doesn't say thank you a lot, he was very thankful.

"I'm not saying you have to let her memory go, Jake. I am saying that you have to let her spirit rest with Eywa. She's protected."

"Oh, what the hell does it matter if Eywa is protecting her when I couldn't protect her while she was still alive." Jake said, almost interrupting the leaders sentence. He knew Tonowari had nothing but good intentions, but Jake felt so guilty. guilty about bringing his family here, especially his wife (knowing she hated the place) – guilty about his children being left without a mother..

"It couldn't have been prevented. She died protecting her family and my people. For that she will never be forgotten." Tono said, placing a hand on jake's shoulder. He gave him a sympathetic look, even though jake was looking down to the water he had his feet in.

"Jake.. " She struggled to say his name, reaching to touch his face. Jake had grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek as he bent down so she wouldn't have to struggle so much – his hand still on top of hers as a tear swam down his cheek. "oh, ma jake. don't cry." even though she was struggling to speak full sentences, she smiled a soft smile as tears ran down her very own cheeks. the open wound in her stomach sent occasional (but more regular by the second) shots of pain through her body, making her body, making her jaw clench or her breathing pause as it happened, depending on whether or not she spoke. she was quivering because of the cold - she was bleeding out. there was no chance she could survive this. not here.

Jake, still holding his wives hand to his cheek, leaned down even more. he kissed her on the forehead, before resting his own on hers with his eyes closed. it hurt too much to look at her. she was trying to be strong for him, even though she was the one dying. it really explains so easily who she is and how she treats the ones she cares for.

Jake shut his eyes and tilted his head a little, thinking about what had happened. It hurt him. It had hurt him gravely, and it forever would. "I just.." Jake said, his voice breaking and it caused him to pause. "I couldn't. There was nothing I could.. " Jake stopped himself again, feeling a recently familiar lump in his throat growing. "I know. I know." Tonowari said with a nod, knowing Jake was about to say it wasn't anything he could do. he was about to explain himself for the hundredth time - but he didn't have to. no one blamed him for what had happened.

"Jake.. " She said, whimpering. she was shaking uncontrollably because of the cold that was due to the blood loss. her body was shutting down and she knew she was about to die. although a scary feeling — she felt at ease knowing eywa would take care of and protect her.

"I know, I know, I know, I know, I know." Jake said, pulling away to look at her as he let her hand be freed from his hand and cheek. "I'm going to be okay." she whispered.

Jake looked up at the sky, trying to stop himself from crying. she deserved better than having the last thing she saw be Jake crying. "Ma jake, I need you to listen to me." She pressed through her teeth, trying to speak as calmly as she could despite the pain. Jake looked back down from the sky and at his beautiful, beautiful wife. she took his hand, squeezing it as hard as she could and offered him a warm, kind, soft, and familiar smile before she spoke again. "I am going to be okay. This is not your fault." she pressed her lips together, before pushing out the last thing she could. "Oel ngati kameie." she whispered, before slowly fading away. Jake realised quickly, his eyes widening as tears streamed down his face. he used his arms to lift her to his lap, her chest and up now laying on him as he used his arm to support her head. After looking at her for a couple of seconds, repeatedly screaming the words "no, no, no, no," over and over again, he pressed his body to hers, hugging her.

"no, no, no, this can't be happening." he said as he pulled away from her body and looked at her. he used his hand to remove some pieces of hair from her face, only to realise she was so, so incredibly cold.

"tìng mikyun ayoer rutxe, ma mawma sa'nok. srung si poeru ma eywa. rutxe, zamunge oeyä yawne ne'im"

*hear us please, all mother. eywa, help her. please, send my beloved back. *

"rutxe, eyng, ma eywa"

* please, respond eywa. *

he cried to eywa, begging. but it did not work. and now he was bound to an eternity of praying for his wife back, even if he knew it would never work.

[loaksbitch]

i want neteyam’s head between my thighs. that’s it. that’s the thought. brought to you by midnight and tipsy 😖 anon

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“that’s it, that’s my girl.” — neteyam sully (⨳)

we all know neteyam is the good ol’ perfect soldier and warrior, but oh well, not only in fight but in tongue. — pretty anon, you just have gave me the best idea ever!

warnings : agedup!neteyam, puthy eating, slight teasing, licking, clit stimulation.. lmk if i gotta add anything!

“‘teyam.”

you’re going to be the death of him. neteyam takes your soft mewls as a boost and laps on your folds with more greed. “mm-hm.” he would moan onto your cunt, sending vibrations into you that have you curling your toes.

he loves how your hold tightens on his braids, pulling on his locks that sent him hissing and stuffing his face into your nub. fuck, you were hot mess for him.

neteyam brought his eyes up only to be met with your hazy amber eyes. both of you holding onto the fiery gaze for several moments, pouty lips parted and your moan surfacing to the air inside the hut your mate brought you.

neteyam leaned back, looking straight to your saturated folds and watching the beautiful mess he just created. “you’re so wet.” he tells you as if you’re not hyper aware of that. “sooo wet, princess.” he says, ghosting your clit with a kitten lick.

you gasp at the gesture, almost sitting on your hips when the pleasure strikes. “neteyam.” your tone was tinted with a glint of warning when the man between your thighs teases you.

whenever you wanted neteyam to go the right way? he always went to the right way but he needed to be begged. neteyam wanted to be begged by you. “tryna freak me out, baby?” his voice was so cutting edge and sharp with teasings.

“please, nete’ i need to feel you in me.” you manage to say and the gaze of the man in front of you darkens instantly. you bit your lips when his path towards your center came closer. neteyam’s pink tongue extended out, long and flat before it was dragged between your folds right to your sensitive cunt.

his eyes never left yours when he fucked your hole with his tongue.

you shuddered when you saw him tilt his head back, a clear and thin string of saliva connecting with your nectar. your throat hurts when you swallow hard, trying your hardest to not moan loudly and let the na’vi out from the hut know what’s going on inside.

“i love how you taste.” he was blunt with his words, whispering sweet nothings to you that only caused his hot breath to hit your folds.

neteyam held your body steady, swirling his tongue around your bud and flicking it softly but with the right amount of pressure. every time he did that, you felt the coil in your tummy tighten.

“hmgn..” you whimper and as the suction against your sex increased the strangled moans came out harsher and louder. neteyam was picking up on the early signs you’re showing, taking a hint that you’re close from your edge. “oh,” your mouth gaped in an ‘o’ shape when your mate slipped his finger inside your tight hole.

index and middle fingers still being inside of you neteyam curled his fingers in a ‘c’mere’ motion. he looked up at you, softly grazing his teeth on your nub while he fucked his fingers inside you.

your chest heaving up and down that overstimulation finding its way to your nerves which made you push neteyam’s head away but no, he only growled at you with annoyance. “don’t push me.” his fingers moved in ways you can’t just pinpoint.

your back arched and legs came closer, brain turned to mush and only a “i’m gonna, i’m g-gonna…” leaving your lips.

“come.” he demands, “c’mon, sweet girl, let go for me.” and you just did, you came just like you’re told and like a good girl you are.

neteyam watched you come undone with a carnal excitement and thread of pleasure. “that’s it.” he eased his finger out of you with a relieved sigh. “that’s my girl.” it felt like a pat on your head. neteyam was fast to cradle up to the hammock and take you into his arms while you collect your breath.

“you did so good for me.” a kiss was placed to your forehead and you on other hand just snuggle to his chest, too tired and spent, you just let yourself feel safe in his arms.

mooties taglist .. @justasimps-blog @love-chx @theycallmesia @fanboyluvr @sullyswife (lmk if i forgot you or want to be removed !)

[hardlyinteresting]

On The Beach

Jake Seresin x Reader

 “Jake Seresin! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing!” Shirtless he backs towards the ocean continuing to remove his shoes, socks and pants, “And what do you think I’m doing, Sugar?”

Warnings: The reader is referred to as she/her, with no physical description, nudity, idiots in love, (please let me know if you'd like me to tag anything please),I grew up in an Army household so some of my Navy knowledge may be slightly off base (no pun intended)

This one-shot will exist in the same universe as other one-shots I have planned. But, they can all be read entirely independently.

Word count: 2K Masterlist | talk to me about Jake and Tyler

July had been unforgiving with heat; sweltering days, broken up by occasional rains that cooled the air but left behind intolerable humidity. August was built up as a promise of relief but instead, she steamrolled the record-setting temperatures of July with her own. 

95°F felt like some kind of cruel trick already, but the air conditioning at The Hard Deck cutting out halfway through a shift was a new kind of torture entirely. 

She’d been quick to help Penny to open up all the doors and windows to all the mild relief of the ocean breeze blowing through, bringing in a flood of daylight so uncommonly seen inside the cozy bar. 

The ice machine set to work overtime, fresh kegs of beer ready to pour by the time the usual crowd of regulars began to pile in. Stripped down to a tank top and shorts she ties her hair up to keep it off the back of her neck, desperate to get through this shift in one piece. With just the two of them behind the bar, she does her best to keep up with the seemingly endless pile of orders, reminding the pilots and veterans to take a glass of ice water as well. 

“Hey Sugar,” Hangman flirts leaning against the counter. It’s not fair that he looks so cool and collected, his khaki uniform still perfectly pressed, his hair neatly styled while she thinks she might be melting with the feeling of sweat on her back. She’s sure she looks a mess, but Hangman doesn’t take his eyes off of her as he waits for her to take his order. 

Jake is certain that despite the shower he took on base, he still smells like jet fuel. The hottest day of the year might not have been so bad under the shade of a big tree back home, a soft breeeze blowing through the branches of sweet-olive trees. He'd spent enough summers in Texas to know how to muck through the dog days. But on base, the heat radiates up from the black top tarmac, threatening to melt the soles of their issued boots. Up in the air, the glass canopy of the cockpit feels like a magnifying glass; doubling both the discomfort of intense flight training, and the intensity of the sun's contributions to the torrid day. 

Stripping off his flight suit and stepping into a cold shower had been a relief, matched only by the promise of a beer at The Hard Deck to end the week. 

The doors and windows were open when he arrived, a wall of humid and stagnant heat rolling from inside the establishment nearly had him turning around to head home before he spotted her. Sugar, with her hair pulled back, sweat gathering across her collarbone and chest, white tank top clinging to her in ways he previously could only imagine. She's a sight for sore eyes, and now leaning against the bar he has no intention of going anywhere else tonight. 

“Beer?” she asks him. 

He nods his confirmation, “bottle please,” he adds. “It’s hot in here today”. 

“AC broke,” she sighs, “Mav is up on the roof trying to fix it now”. 

“I’m not sure there’s much he can’t do,” he shrugs, “Drink some water. I can’t have you passing out, Sugar”. 

She does her best to ignore the flirtatious wink he throws her way. She knows he's a relentless philanderer, she's seen how quickly he can manage to find a date for the night. He's handsome beyond a doubt, and by far one of the kindest patrons she has, but she's not looking to be heartbroken. And friendship has suited the two of them just fine for the last few months, no reason to mess with a good thing. 

After two weeks of working at The Hard Deck, she'd finally given in to The Dagger Squad’s insistence that she join them at the pool table after her shift. Hangman had been a surprisingly gracious loser when she ran him out of 50 bucks. A few weeks later Jake and Bradley had thrown a drunk guy out of the bar when he'd given her a hard time and refused to pay his own tab let alone the rounds ordered at the sound of the bell. 

She had tried to thank him but he'd only given her a curt nod, “Nothing to thank me for, Sugar”. 

So she smiles back at his teasing grins, laughs at his jokes, and blows kisses and he playfully pretends they knock him over. It’s easy, it’s fun. “I know you’re just trying to keep your heart in one piece,” Penny tells her, “but don’t break his either”. 

No one sticks around too long, too tired, and far too warm to take up their usual challenges at the pool table. The sun has gone down by the time Mav comes in to let Penny know he had no luck fixing the AC unit before stopping by the table Bob, Coyote, and Hangman have settled at. Hangman has stripped down to his white undershirt, the T-shirt clinging to his chest and back, the sleeves drawing her attention to his arms that she's caught herself staring at too often to count. 

“Heading out?” She asks when Hangman comes up to the bar, getting ready to close out his tab, “You only had one beer tonight”. 

He nods, “Well, it'd be irresponsible for me to have more. I'm giving you a drive home”. 

She grins, slipping the bill across the counter, “I don't remember you asking me”. 

“Mav’s orders,” he answers easily, with a seriousness that makes her think he really isn't just joking with her. 

“Penny's actually, I was just the messenger,” Maverick holds up his hands in innocence. 

Penny calls last call early, before dismissing her for the night, “cool off. Go home,” she instructs leaving no room for argument. 

The night air feels lighter, though not as refreshing as expected, the breeze cooling the tack of sweat against her balmy skin. The sound of the ocean meeting the beachside echoes in the uncharacteristic quiet. She breathes out a sigh her head tilted back and arms out trying to make the best of the gust of wind blowing by. 

“C’mon,” Jake laughs, “I'll crank the AC for you”. 

She pouts a little in return. The glow from the fluorescent light inside the bar floods out across the deck patio, casting shadows out in front of them. He’s standing a good five feet behind her, but his bedimmed counterpart stretches out next to her own, overlapping as he steps closer. The moonlight shines brightly over the white sand below and it strikes her that despite working beachside all summer, she’s yet to step foot on the beach. Jake smirks, his head tilted towards the beach that's captured her attention. “Let’s go cool off,” his words a playful mimicry of Penny’s instructions.

Without protest, she follows him. His grin grows impossibly bigger, clearly pleased with himself as he watches her shuffle out of her socks and shoes, her footsteps so much smaller than his own, she struggles to keep up, but he never lets her fall too far behind. He moves quickly in the dark, the sand still warm underfoot. Nearing the water's edge he slows his pace. She’s gorgeous in the moonlight. She’s always pretty. His usual coquetry shrinks on the tip of his tongue; lost to thoughts and curiosities about her favourite bands, and what might make her laugh. He’s found himself growing somewhat softer as he thinks back to the night he met her, watching her glide through the room oblivious to the attention she’d managed to capture. Her smile lit up the room as she danced with her friends. Her laughter was loud and uproarious, very near infectious. 

His white shirt hits the sand in an unceremonious pile by her feet. 

“Jake Seresin! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing!”

Shirtless he backs towards the ocean continuing to remove his shoes, socks and pants, “And what do you think I’m doing, Sugar?” “I think you're trying to get me to go skinny dipping with you!” He laughs, “I ain't trying. I'm succeeding”. 

There's not an ounce of shame, nor an ounce of clothing on him as he wades into the water, not turning around to look at her again until his in up past his waist. “C’mon,” he calls to her, “the waters lovely!” 

She's always considered herself to be pretty easy going. But the idea of stripping naked to join Hangman on this oceanic side quest leaves her stomach tied in knots. She's seen enough of him playing football with the squad that she's not shocked by his broad shoulders, nor the expanse of his chest. She knows that standing on the beach, in a tank top a shorts that cling to her the way they do, she has little to hide her own form. But joining Jake in the water will surely only add to the tension they've allowed to build between them. How different is the ocean from an expanse of bedsheets when you're standing naked with Jake Seresin? 

“You have to promise you won't look!” She calls to him, pulling her top up over her head. 

“I promise,” he says, “scouts honour !” 

“Boy scouts? I'm sure you sold a lot of cookies with all that charm of yours”.

She shimmies out of her shorts, hesitating in her bra and underwear. Jake stands with his back to her holding up his end of the deal. 

“Cookies are the Girl Scouts, Sugar,” he corrects, but she can practically hear him grinning, “but I did earn my fundraising activity badge selling tins of popcorn”. 

Bare, she makes a mad dash into the water, splashing as she works to cover as much of herself as possible. 

“So,” she smiles, “you come here often?”

Her voice is quiet as she hopes that the joke lands, her knees bent to keep her top half under the cover of the unlit water. She tries to play cool. Jake, to his credit, plays along without missing a beat. “I can't say I do, Sugar. The dress code is too loose for my taste”.

“Ah, yes, of course. I forgot you're known for being a prude, Hangman”.

A gentle, yet unexpected wave pushes into the shoreline, knocking her sideways. Jake is quick to wrap his hand around her upper arm, not letting her get too far. This close, it’s impossible to hide from the gaze of his warm green eyes. He smells like cedar and amber. Warm and clean. Beneath it, the smell of jet fuel lingers. She knows how hard he must try to scrub it from himself at the end of each day, and she wonders if it might just be in his blood at this point. Another wave pushes them closer together once more. 

He clears his throat, trying hard not to think about how close circumstance has brought them; he weighs the validity of fate but pushes it down deep inside certain that one day these unlabelled feelings might just explode in his chest. For now, he startles when a sudden splash of water is directed towards his face. Sugar feigns innocence, but starts to paddle away from him as he blinks away the water from his eyes. 

“Sugar,” he warns, “don’t start something you don’t want to finish”. His own hands, larger than hers cup more of the ocean's surface propelling it in her direction with a great slosh, the sound echoing on the empty beach.

Up on the deck, Penny and Maverick watch the two distant figures throwing water, their laughter audible even when their words aren’t.

“Do you think they know there are sharks in that water?” 

Penny shrugs, “Do you think they know they’re half in love with each other yet?”

[im-yn-suckers]

Hi! I saw your post about Enha with a Latina reader and I was wondering if you could do one with an American reader if possible? Thank you if you do!!

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ bf!enha x american!gf!reader ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙✩warnings; kissing, food, mention of thongs, very minor cursing. not proofread!!✩̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ mia says; oh em gee suys i posted !!american go crazyyy im american yall fr⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

⁺₊heeseung

he loves going to basketball games with you. and like he WILL buy you tickets to go see the lakers

hes not the biggest fan of rollercoasters but hell go on one w u !!

you wear an "american aesthetic" outfit but its really js mary janes w frilly socks, a skirt n crop top (is pinterest stereotypical guy ??)

⁺₊jay

american gf and american bf>???? he will take you to cinnabon on dates while in seattle and would love going to new york to see the empire state building, going to florida for disney, dc, chicago, cali etc.

one time while in cali, you were eating in n out and you fell in love all over again bc hes just so pretty eating a burger in the car watching the sunrise.

'babe, since we're in chicago, wanna take the cta?? it might be fun'(had to inlcude my home) it WAS NOT. some crackhead got on the bus and started cursing

⁺₊jake

'are you patriotic' 'HELL YES I AM' with a custom made american flag w you on it (like the chaewon one)

'babe, these are thongs' 'THOSE ARE FLIP FLOPS JAKE' 'then whagts a thong??' 'um. what do aussies say?? oh!! bum floss' "THATS A THONG???' yes babe that what it is

will watch baseball games w u ^^ (pt1)

⁺₊sunghoon

listens to lana del ray w u

'jolly ranchers?? never had em" and will get a headache for eating five back to back

'wait targets are real??" yes baby boy, they are

⁺₊sunoo

apparently apple pie is american (??) so hed for sure love it !!

omg babe, please take im to baskin robbins please. and let him get mint choc ice cream

'tipping?? tf, no' he WILL roll his eyes. if you have seent hat one clip where him and jay were shopping somewhere, they bought smth and needed change. jay walked away w/o the change and sunoo waited ToT

⁺₊jungwon

'baby, look at that huge bird!!!' 'the bald eagle??' 'it doesnt look very bald to me :(' 'no wonnie, its called a bald eagle' 'but why, it has feathers??'

so apparently having cookouts is an american thing (?? pt2) and wonnie would have so much fun !!

'baby i want it!!!' 'an american girl doll??" "yea!!'' wonnie :(

⁺₊niki

watches baseball games w u (pt 2) and basketball games (pt 2) w matching jordans and jerseys. hed also buy lakers tickets ^^

will watch the real houswives of dallas bc why not

'are you patriotic' 'HELL YES I AM' with a custom made american flag w you on it part 83 never shuts up abt you bc he loves america (source:weverse)

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[myfaveficrecs]

Creator Spotlight

The House We Share is one of my all-time favorite fics for Jake and the reason I started following @roleycoleyreccenter. Her work is amazingly detailed, and her version of Jake is so different from what other people have done. Please go show her some love.

A Little Q& A:

1: What is your favorite thing you've written or made? My favorite thing I’ve written for the Top Gun Fandom is actually my work Let’s Drink Coffee At Midnight. It’s a Maverick centric fic, with the super rarepair Pete/Carole. So, I completely understand why it’s simultaneously my least popular work. It’s a fic about grief, love, family, and ultimately in a lot of ways choosing to be happy when you can. Honestly, I get emotional just thinking about Carole in it. Which I suppose might not be saying much, considering everything about Carole in literally any fic makes me emotional. That fic also has a teenage Bradley and Dad!Mav. Aside from that one, my favorite x reader thing I’ve written is definitely my mini-series House We Share, which while outrageously long, has a very special place in my heart. HWS has a neurodivergent!!Hangman who is really important to me. I think that there needs to be more Nurodivergent representation in fandom, especially with romance, so that was one of my big goals while writing that work.

2: Top 3 favorite creators you want people to check out? This is so difficult. There are sooooo so so many amazing people I adore in this fandom who are phenomenal creators. However, just to name a few, @top-hhun, @mothdruid, and @bradshawsbitch. I would also love to take this opportunity to plug one of my favorite fics ever, “Ocean in a seashell” by @seasonsbloom. I have read that work so many times, and to this day it can still make my heart ache and bring me to tears. It’s genuinely phenomenal.

3: An idea you have for a future work that people should look out for? There are two works I have out on the horizon. The first is called Fuck Friends to Loverz, which will be Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader. It is going to have strong BDSM themes and the main premise is that Jake is helping the reader get over their feelings for their BFF. I have been working on it for a long time, and like many of my works it has gotten very long. So, I am anticipating I will make it into another mini-series. The other thing I’ve been working on solely exists thanks to @fragile-heartt. It’s a continuation of my recent work green, green, green. A Hangman neighbors to lovers fic. Sometimes comments can really make the world of difference for creators and inspire them to make a short little one shot into something more. <3

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[marie-swriting]

Et Si - Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Résumé : Après avoir eu un accident, Jake veut vivre encore plus dans le moment présent et passer à l'étape au-dessus dans votre relation, mais le veux-tu ?

Warnings : Bradhsaw!Reader (la Reader a deux ans de moins que Rooster), mention d'accident d'avion, mention de morts (parents et meilleure amie), peur de perdre des proches, demande en mariage, angst, fin triste, sous-entendu d'avoir du mal avec sa santé mentale, dites-moi si j'en ai loupés d'autres.

Nombre de mots : 4.9k

Version anglaise

Chanson qui m'a inspiré : Champagne Problems par Taylor Swift

Tu cours dans les couloirs de l’hôpital à la recherche de la chambre 322. Ton anxiété augmente à chacun de tes pas. Ta destination te semble être inatteignable. Tes yeux sont remplis de larmes que tu retiens de toutes tes forces. Toutefois, la seconde où tu passes enfin la porte de la chambre 322, elles coulent sur tes joues. Voir le corps de Jake allongé sur le lit, blessé, ne calme en rien ton stress. En t’entendant rentrer dans la chambre, Jake te fait un grand sourire comme s’il n’avait pas failli mourir la veille. Tu te rapproches de son lit en l’examinant un peu plus en essuyant tes joues. Son bras gauche est mis dans une écharpe, sa tête est bandée et il a plusieurs coupures sur son visage.

-J’ai entendu dire que tu aimais les bad boys, commence Jake avec un sourire prétentieux. C’est assez pour toi ?

-Jake, c’est pas le moment de faire des blagues. Tu aurais pu mourir ! rétorques-tu en t’asseyant sur la chaise à côté de son lit. 

-Et ce n’est pas le cas. Je suis là et bien vivant.

-Et totalement blessé. 

-Le fait est que je suis en vie. Grâce à ton frère, précise-t-il en montrant Bradley du menton.

-Au moins, ça nous prouve qui est le meilleur pilote, blague ton frère.

-Dans tes rêves, Rooster. Je voulais juste tester tes capacités à réagir vite.

-Vous ferez votre concours de coqs après, dis-moi comment tu te sens, quémandes-tu, toujours paniquée.

-Je vais bien. Je ne ressens presque aucune douleur grâce aux médicaments. Y/N, je vais bien, vraiment, t’assure Jake en prenant ta main avec sa main droite. 

-Je vais vous laisser seuls, informe Bradley en serrant ton épaule. Repose-toi, Hangman.

-Je suis désolé de t’avoir inquiété, dit Jake une fois que vous êtes seuls. 

-Crois-moi, à ce stade, ce n’est même plus de l’inquiétude. J’ai vraiment cru… Pendant une seconde, je pensais que…, bégayes-tu, une larme coulant à nouveau sur ta joue.

-Je sais, je suis désolé. Viens là, t’invite-t-il en te faisant une place sur son lit.

-Non, je risque de te faire mal.

-Ce n’est pas grave. 

Avec réticence, tu te rapproches du lit. Tu réfléchis à la façon dont tu peux t’allonger à côté de lui sans le blesser. Jake lève les yeux au ciel avant de tirer vers lui avec son bras valide. Tu te retrouves à ses côtés et tu cales ta tête dans le creux de son cou, inspirant son odeur naturelle et celle de l’hôpital. 

-Ne me refais plus jamais ça. Je ne peux pas te perdre, murmures-tu.

-Tu ne me perdras pas. Je te le promets, affirme Jake en te forçant à le regarder. Je t’aime, Y/N.

-Je t’aime, Jake.

Tu fais un petit sourire puis tu poses délicatement tes lèvres sur celles de Jake. Votre baiser est simple, mais il partage tout l’amour que vous ressentez. 

Le soir venu, tu refuses de quitter Jake. Tu supplies littéralement les infirmières de te laisser rester. Au début, elles insistent pour que tu partes, mais quand tu expliques à quel point tu as eu peur pour ton petit ami et que tu ne peux rester qu’à San Francisco seulement pour deux jours à cause de ton boulot, elles finissent par accepter. Par conséquent, tu es actuellement sur le fauteuil dans le coin de la pièce avec une couverture fine. Jake a insisté pour que tu restes avec lui dans son lit, mais tu n’as pas voulu, clamant que tu risquerais de lui faire mal en dormant. Votre dispute futile a duré une trentaine de minutes et tu as campé sur tes positions jusqu’à la fin. 

Fatigué à cause des médicaments, Jake s’est assoupi en quelques minutes. De ton côté, tu restes éveillée, regardant sa poitrine se soulever au rythme de ses respirations. Tu n’oses pas regarder ailleurs, craignant qu’en détachant tes yeux de lui, il cesse de respirer. Cependant, avec les heures en plus des émotions qui t’ont traversé, Morphée finit par t’envelopper dans ses bras. Au début, ton sommeil est reposant, mais quand tu commences à rêver, ton souffle s'accélère. Tu vois Jake inconscient au sol, tu entends ton propre cri déchirant alors que Bradley te parle d’un accident, tu humes l’odeur de la pluie alors que le cercueil s’enfonce dans le sol, tu touches les larmes sur tes doigts alors que tu essuies tes joues et enfin, tu sens ton cœur qui ne semble plus battre dans ta poitrine. 

Tu te réveilles en sursaut à cette dernière sensation. Tu calmes tes respirations  pendant que tu observes Jake, voulant t’assurer qu’il est toujours en vie dans son lit d’hôpital. N’arrivant pas à voir sa poitrine bouger, tu paniques puis, tu te lèves du fauteuil et accours vers lui. Jake ouvre légèrement la bouche avant de la refermer plusieurs fois et de se repositionner dans le lit. En le voyant bouger, tu pousses un soupir de soulagement. 

Jake va bien. Jake est vivant. Jake n’est pas mort. Jake ne va pas mourir. 

Tu as beau te répéter ces phrases tel un mantra, ton anxiété ne quitte pas ton corps. Les larmes menaçant de couler réellement, tu pars de la chambre discrètement. Heureusement, le couloir est vide de toute présence, t’autorisant à pleurer à chaudes larmes. Tu retiens tes sanglots autant que tu peux. Si tu sanglotais, tu réveillerais sûrement Jake.

Tu as besoin d’un moment pour calmer tes pleurs. Voir Jake blessé à cause de son boulot dans la Navy t’a à ce point bouleversé pour de nombreuses raisons. La première étant que tu aimes Jake et que tu ne veux pas le perdre. La deuxième est des souvenirs enfouis en toi. Ton père est décédé alors que tu n’étais encore qu’un bébé et que Bradley n’avait que deux ans. Tu n’as pas de souvenirs de lui, mais tu sais que sa mort a affecté votre mère à un point inimaginable. La mort de ton père n’est pas le seul décès qui te hante. Tu as aussi perdu ta meilleure amie Lucy. Tu étais amie avec elle depuis tes quatre ans. Vous étiez inséparables jusqu’à ce qu’elle s’engage dans l’armée et décède à vingt ans. 

Recevoir le coup de fil de Bradley concernant Jake t’a donné un aperçu sur ce que ta mère et celle de Lucy ont pu vivre, épreuve que tu as toujours été effrayée d’affronter. 

Quand tu es sûre que tu ne vas pas t'effondrer, tu retournes dans la chambre. Par miracle, Jake ne t’a pas entendu sortir ni rentrer, sûrement à cause des médicaments - en temps normal, il a le sommeil léger. Tu retournes dans le fauteuil et restes éveillée le reste de la nuit, tu ne veux pas être spectatrice d’un autre scénario tragique de ton cerveau. 

Le lendemain, tu restes avec Jake jusqu’à la fin de journée. Tu ne veux pas l’abandonner à l’hôpital mais tes obligations de travail ne te laissent d’autres choix. Bradley te promet de rester aux côtés de Jake jusqu’à ce que sa famille arrive durant le week-end, en plus de t’informer de son état. Tu fais seulement confiance à Bradley, tu sais que Jake risque d’embellir la vérité pour ne pas t’inquiéter. 

En rentrant chez toi, ton appartement te semble terne. Ce qui est censé être ton cocon n’arrive pas à te réconforter alors que dans ta tête, tu te perds dans tes peurs les plus sombres. Le fait que tu sois en plein déménagement n’aide pas. 

Jake et toi avez décidé de vous prendre une petite maison ensemble. Vous devez avoir les clés dans deux semaines, son déploiement devait être normalement fini à ce moment-là. Il y a encore quelques jours en arrière, tu n’avais qu’une hâte, quitter ton appartement et vivre avec l’homme que tu aimes et maintenant, tu ne sais plus. 

Ta relation a toujours été exceptionnelle, pas seulement parce qu’il est un homme bien, mais en plus, car, avant lui, tu ne t’étais jamais autorisée à sortir avec un homme dans l’armée. Tu as toujours connu ta mère comme une coquille à moitié vide à cause de la mort de ton père, tu as toujours voulu te protéger de ce destin funeste et la perte de Lucy n’a rien arrangé. Tu es assez inquiète de perdre ton frère et Maverick, que tu considères comme ton oncle, tu ne voulais pas aussi risquer de perdre ton partenaire. Par conséquent, tu as toujours refusé de tomber amoureuse de ce genre d’homme. Avant, tu y arrivais jusqu’à ce que Jake apparaisse dans ta vie. Comme sa personnalité, son entrée dans ta vie n’a pas été silencieuse. Tu as essayé de résister, mais ton cœur ne t’a pas laissé de choix, alors pour la première fois, tu as enfreint ta propre règle. Ta relation avec Jake est la plus belle que tu aies vécu à ce jour alors tu n’as aucun regret. Tu n’avais aucun regret. Son accident a été une belle piqûre de rappel sur la dangerosité de son métier. 

Jusqu’à ton arrivée chez toi, tu as tenté de faire taire tes angoisses et tes doutes, mais, maintenant, dans ton appartement à moitié vide, tu ne peux plus les garder en bruit de fond. Ce soir-là, tu n’arrives pas à dormir, ton esprit trop occupé à te torturer. 

Malheureusement pour toi, ton esprit ne te laisse pas tranquille une seule seconde. Les jours suivants tu remets en doute toute ta relation avec Jake en imaginant les pires scénarios où il décèderait lors de différents évènements majeurs de votre relation : première maison ensemble, mariage, grossesses, anniversaires en tout genre. La liste n’a pas de fin. Tu n’arrives pas à avoir une pensée optimiste pour te rassurer. Tu te perds complètement dans tes inquiétudes au point où tu finis par vivre tel un robot. Tu te rends malade à imaginer le pire. 

Ta descente aux enfers est interrompue une semaine plus tard par un coup sur ta porte en début de mâtinée. Au début, tu ignores le bruit, restant confortablement dans ton mal être. Toutefois, quand la personne se fait plus insistante, tu finis par te lever de ton lit et à ouvrir à la personne, non sans soupirer d’agacement. Tu t’apprêtes à dire à la personne de partir, mais la présence de Jake te coupe dans ton élan. Il n’était pas censé revenir à San Diego  tout de suite et pourtant, le voilà, en face de toi avec un grand sourire au visage et son bras gauche toujours dans son écharpe et ses blessures commencant à s’effacer. 

-Jake ? Qu’est-ce que tu fais ici ? Tu dois encore te reposer !

-Je sais, mais je voulais te voir et je ne pouvais pas attendre alors j’ai pris le train de nuit à la dernière minute. Je peux entrer ? demande Jake et tu le laisses entrer, toujours sous le choc.

-Pourquoi tu ne m’as pas appelé ? J’aurais pu m’arranger pour venir un week-end. 

-Je voulais te faire une surprise. Tu vas bien ? Tu m’as l’air patraque, observe-t-il en caressant ta joue. 

-Je devrais te demander ça, tu es celui qui a failli mourir il y a un peu plus d’une semaine, réponds-tu en prenant sa main dans la tienne.

-Je vais mieux, Y/N. Même Bradley te l’a dit. La convalescence va être longue, mais je vais m’en remettre. 

-Je le croirai quand je le verrai. 

-J’adore quand tu fais la maman poule. C’est adorable, dit-il en t’embrassant la joue et te faisant lâcher un petit rire.

-T’es con. Allons au salon, invites-tu en commençant à marcher. Tu veux quelque chose à boire ?

-Non. Je veux surtout te parler, t’informe Jake alors que tu t'assoies sur ton canapé et il reste debout.

-De quoi ? 

Tu fronces les sourcils quand Jake t’empêche de t'asseoir sur le canapé. Il caresse doucement ta main avant de prendre une profonde inspiration. 

-Ecoute, tu sais que j’essaye toujours d’apprécier le présent, mais cet accident m’a vraiment fait prendre conscience d’à quel point que ce qu’on a, là actuellement, est précieux. Je ne veux pas perdre de secondes, je veux profiter de chaque instant avec toi. Il y a quelque chose que je voulais te dire depuis un moment, mais je n’arrêtais pas de me dire que c’était peut-être tôt donc je l’ai toujours repoussé puis, j’en ai parlé à ma mère à l’hôpital et elle m’a convaincu de me jeter à l’eau.

-Jake, de quoi tu veux parler ? questionnes-tu, le stress montant dans ton ventre. 

-Y/N, reprend Jake en te regardant dans les yeux, dès l’instant où je t’ai vue, j’ai su que tu étais la femme faite pour moi. Je savais que ça valait le coup de me battre, même si au début, tu ne faisais pas attention à moi. Tu es la femme la plus intelligente, drôle, attentionnée et belle que je connais. On va bientôt avoir notre maison ensemble et j’ai hâte qu’on passe à cette étape, mais j’adorerais qu’on en passe une autre, confesse-t-il en posant un genou à terre et tu ouvres les yeux en grand.

-Jake.

-Y/N, me ferais-tu l’honneur d’être ma femme ? 

-Qu-Quoi ? bégayes-tu et Jake rigole nerveusement. 

-Veux-tu m’épouser ?

-Tu es sérieux ? questionnes-tu en lâchant sa main.

-Euh, oui, j’ai même la bague, précise-t-il en sortant le-dit bijou, mais j’hésite à dire que c’est une blague, là, tu me rends nerveux. 

-Je suis juste surprise. Je ne sais pas quoi dire, te défends-tu.

Tes yeux sont fixés sur la bague de Jake. Tu l’as déjà vu. Il te l’avait montré quand tu avais rencontré ses parents il y a un an plus tôt. C’est la bague de son arrière-grand-mère. Elle est simple, mais ça n’empêche que tu la trouve magnifique. 

-C’est simple, dis oui ou non, réplique Jake avec un sourire nerveux. 

-Jake, ça fait à peine deux ans qu’on est en couple, argumentes-tu et Jake se relève.

-On n’a pas besoin de se marier l’année prochaine. Nos fiançailles peuvent être longues. On peut attendre avant de s’appeler mari et femme, mais je dois admettre que j’adorerais au moins t’appeler ma fiancée.

-Jake, je ne peux pas, finis-tu par lâcher.

-Quoi, t’as un premier mari dans le grenier ? rigole Jake et tu vois la panique dans ses yeux.

-Non, je ne peux juste pas t’épouser. 

Ta phrase sonne comme une sentence dans les oreilles de Jake. Il reste silencieux, te regardant sans comprendre ce qu’il se passe. Il reprend ses esprits quand son téléphone sonne dans sa poche. Jake sait que c’est sa mère. Elle savait qu’il allait te demander en mariage aujourd’hui et elle est impatiente à l’idée de t’appeler sa belle-fille. Mais, on dirait que ça ne sera pas le cas. Jake ouvre plusieurs fois la bouche avant de réussir à articuler : 

-Quoi ? Pourquoi ?

-Je… je ne peux pas.

-Mais je t’aime, on s’aime. Tu m’aimes, n’est-ce pas ? demande-t-il, incertain.

-Bien sûr que je t’aime, Jake, plus que je n’ai jamais aimé avant, assures-tu, le faisant froncer les sourcils.

-Alors, quel est le problème ?

-Je ne veux pas t’épouser. 

Si ton premier refus lui semblait déjà horrible, la phrase que tu viens de prononcer est le coup de grâce. Le fait que tu ne veuilles pas l’épouser lui brise le cœur. Il est perdu. C’était censé être un moment heureux et pourtant, le sol s’effondre sous ses pieds. 

-Quoi ? Il s’est passé quelque chose ? J’ai fait quelque chose ? Je… Je croyais que tout allait bien entre nous.

-C’est le cas.

-Y/N, tu dois arrêter d’être floue, je comprends rien, rétorque-t-il d’un ton fort. Qu’est-ce qui se passe ? 

-Tu devrais partir.

-Non, on doit en parler. Tu peux pas me dire que tu m’aimes puis me dire que tu ne veux pas m’épouser. Parle-moi, Y/N, tu dois me parler. Donne-moi au moins une raison.

-Tu ne comprendrais pas, réponds-tu, simplement en évitant son regard.

-Si tu m’expliquais, peut-être que je pourrais comprendre. Est-ce… est-ce que tu veux rompre ? C’est pour ça que tu ne m’as presque pas appelé ces derniers temps ? questionne-t-il, cherchant désespérément une explication à ton comportement.

-J’ai juste beaucoup réfléchi et je pense que c’est mieux si on s’arrête là. Je suis désolée, Jake, mais je ne peux pas continuer à être avec toi. Tu trouveras quelqu’un avec qui tu pourras vraiment faire ta vie et qui voudra t’épouser.

-Je veux que ça soit toi, dit-il d’un ton faible, les larmes aux yeux.

-Jake, s’il te plait. 

-Très bien, finit par accepter Jake en te lançant un regard blessé.

Jake fait demi-tour et, au rythme de ses pas, ton cœur se brise en le regardant se diriger vers la porte. Tu l’as supplié de partir et pourtant, tu as envie de lui crier de revenir vers toi et de le prendre dans tes bras en te confondant en excuses. Toutefois, tu restes silencieuse. Jake ne jette même pas un coup d'œil en arrière en refermant la porte. 

Une fois seule, tu t’effondres sur ton canapé. Dans ta tête, tu te convaincs que c’est la meilleure décision. Après tout, tu devrais te sentir soulagée, maintenant, tu n’as plus à t’inquiéter de perdre Jake à cause de son travail. Néanmoins, ton esprit n’est pas plus calme. Tu ne sais toujours plus où donner de la tête, mais pour des raisons différentes. Tu aimerais que ça soit différent, que ça soit plus simple, qu’il fasse un autre métier, que tu n’aies pas peur. Tu passes ta nuit à pleurer tout en enlevant toute trace de Jake dans ton appartement et en défaisant quelques cartons. Tu dois tourner la page tout de suite avant de te perdre encore plus.

Tu n’as pas reparlé à Jake depuis trois semaines. Il a essayé de te contacter par téléphone, mais tu as ignoré chacun de ses appels. Il voulait d’abord essayer de réparer votre relation avant de comprendre que c’était trop tard, cependant, il veut des explications, explications que tu gardes pour toi. Tu ne veux rien lui dire car tu sais que c’est ridicule. Pourquoi terminer une relation sur un potentiel “et si” alors que tout va bien ? Toutefois, tu sais également que si tu étais allée plus loin avec Jake, tu aurais fini par saboter votre couple. Techniquement, c’est ce que tu viens de faire, mais au moins, vous n’avez pas eu à faire à des avocats pour partir de sa vie. 

Bradley a également essayé de te téléphoner et tout comme Jake, tu l’as ignoré. Jake lui a sûrement parlé de votre rupture et Bradley, l’homme honorable qu’il est, va vouloir régler la situation. Sauf que la situation ne peut pas être réglée. Tu ne veux pas régler la situation.

En rentrant du travail ce jour-là, tu es surprise de découvrir ton frère au pas de ta porte. Sans réfléchir, tu cours dans ses bras. Certes, tu l’as ignoré ces derniers temps, mais il t’a manqué. La dernière fois que vous vous êtes vus, tu étais trop concentrée sur Jake pour faire attention à lui. Il te serre dans ses bras et caresse ton dos. Quand vous vous séparez, tu fais rentrer Bradley chez toi. Vous vous rendez dans ta cuisine tout en parlant de banalités. En marchant, Bradley fait attention à ton appartement et remarque qu’il n’y a plus aucune photo avec Jake. Une fois installés à ta table, vous restez silencieux, attendant qui évoquera le fameux sujet en premier. 

-On devrait parler du sujet tabou, tu ne crois pas ? finit par dire Bradley après quelques minutes.

-Il n’y a rien à dire, rétorques-tu, tendue.

-Y/N, tu as balancé une relation de deux ans par la fenêtre sans aucune raison.

-J’ai mes raisons.

-Lesquels ? Jake est sûrement curieux de les connaître.

-Si tu es venu pour arranger les choses, tu perds ton temps, Brad’. 

-Tu ne peux pas agir comme ça sans rendre des comptes. Tu étais heureuse avec Jake, tu l’aimes et tu as rompu sans prévenir. Je t’avoue quand il m’a dit que tu avais refusé sa demande en mariage, j’ai été surpris. Je pensais que tu allais dire oui sans hésiter.

-Tu savais ?

-Il m’a demandé avant de venir. Je t’avoue que je lui ai ri au nez, je m’attendais pas à ce qu’il demande ta main ou qu’il me prévienne, comme il m’a dit, informe Bradley avec un sourire en repensant au souvenir. Tout se passait bien entre vous, non ? Alors, pourquoi ? 

-C’est mieux comme ça. Il aura une femme qui saura rester avec lui et je ne souffrirai pas.

-Attends, ne me dis pas que c’est à cause des parents et de Lucy, tout ça ? questionne-t-il en comprenant la raison. Tu es encore avec cette stupide règle sur les hommes de l’armée ? Je croyais qu’on en avait fini avec ça ! Y/N, tu ne peux pas ruiner ta vie parce que tu as peur.

-Je ne veux pas finir comme maman ! Tu ne peux pas m’en vouloir ! On était jeunes, mais tu ne peux pas nier qu’il y avait un avant et un après avec maman. Elle ne riait plus de la même façon, ne souriait plus de la même façon. Elle était l’ombre d’elle-même. Je ne veux pas vivre la même situation si Jake devait y rester, confesses-tu.

-C’est à cause de son accident, c’est ça ? 

-Ça m’a rappelé qu’il pouvait mourir à n’importe quel moment. 

-Tout comme il peut mourir quand il est en repos. Il peut avoir un accident de voiture, faire un arrêt cardiaque, s’étouffer en mangeant. Tu ne sais pas de quoi l’avenir sera fait. Tu ne peux pas te condamner car tu as peur qu’il puisse mourir en vol. C’est ridicule, affirme Bradley, fermement.

-J’ai déjà peur de te perdre, toi et Mav’ et j’ai déjà perdu Lucy et on a perdu papa, je ne veux pas que Jake rejoigne cette liste. Tu peux vraiment m’en vouloir ? Je préfère me protéger en n’étant pas effrayée à chaque fois que mon petit ami part au boulot.

-Imaginons que le pire devait arriver, tu ne voudrais pas te dire que tu as profité un maximum de lui ? Tu préfères vivre avec regrets ? Tu préfères briser ton propre cœur ?

-Au moins, je sais pourquoi j’ai mal.

-Y/N, tu dois y réfléchir à nouveau, soupire-t-il. Tu dois te sortir de ta tête que le pire va se produire. Tu ne peux pas t’empêcher d’être heureuse à cause de ce qui pourrait se passer. Tu mérites d’avoir une belle vie et d’être avec Jake. Je ne t’avais jamais vu aussi heureuse avant et ça me tue de voir que tu jettes tout par la fenêtre parce que tu te fais peur à toi-même.

-Le problème c’est que c’est plus fort que moi, commences-tu, les lèvres tremblantes. J’arrêtais pas d’y penser au début de ma relation puis, j’ai réussi à me calmer, mais depuis son accident, c’est pire. Depuis ton coup de fil, je ne fais que d’imaginer ce qui aurait pu se passer et ce qui pourrait se passer et j’en suis fatiguée Bradley. Je n’arriverai jamais à m’en débarrasser et je déteste ça, mais c’est comme ça. Crois-moi, si je pouvais changer, je le ferais tout de suite, mais je peux pas. 

Bradley te prend rapidement dans ses bras en te voyant pleurer. Il te tient contre lui jusqu’à ce que tes pleurs cessent plusieurs heures plus tard. Il a mal au cœur en te voyant souffrir à ce point. Il sait que tu as toujours été la plus affectée par la mort de votre père. Étant la plus jeune, le vide que tu ressens le concernant est plus fort. Et tout s’est empiré avec le décès de ta meilleure amie Lucy. Ce jour-là, Bradley t’avait vraiment vu brisée. Il avait détesté chaque seconde de ce moment de ta vie. Il déteste te voir souffrir comme tu souffres actuellement. À de nombreuses reprises, Bradley a essayé de t’aider, il t’a conseillé d’aller parler à un professionnel, mais tu as toujours refusé. Jusqu’à présent, il espérait que tes angoisses s’atténueraient avec le temps, toutefois, ta relation avec Jake vient de lui prouver que ça s’est empiré et il ne sait pas quoi faire. Il est complètement désemparé alors il continue à te serrer contre lui, espérant t’apporter un minimum de réconfort. 

Deux mois se sont écoulés depuis votre séparation. Tu prends chaque jour comme il vient pour guérir de ta peine de cœur. Bradley essaye de rester avec toi autant qu’il peut tandis que Jake ne s’est entouré de personne. Il a préféré mettre un masque et prétendre que ta réponse négative ne le fait pas souffrir. Toutefois, à la seconde où il est seul chez lui, son masque tombe et il s’autorise à ressentir toute sa douleur. Jake, habitué depuis toujours, arrive à berner tout le monde avec son faux sourire prétentieux. Presque tout le monde. Coyote voit sous ses apparences. 

Ce soir-là ne fait pas exception. Assis au comptoir du Hard Deck, Jake boit son troisième verre d’alcool. Jake a fini par s’isoler du reste du Dagger Squad en disant qu’il était fatigué et préférait être seul. Cependant, Javy ne le laisse pas broyer du noir. Il s’installe sur le tabouret à côté de Jake et commande une bière à Penny. Coyote laisse encore quelques minutes de répit à son ami avant de prendre la parole : 

-Tu veux en parler ?

Coyote n’a même pas besoin de préciser pour que Jake comprenne. Votre relation est un sujet tabou depuis deux mois. 

-Pas vraiment, répond Jake en prenant une gorgée. 

-Tu devrais, réplique-t-il alors que Penny lui donne sa bière. Tu sais au moins pourquoi elle a pris cette décision ?

Jake n’a avoué à personne les raisons de votre rupture. Il se sent assez humilié par ton refus violent à sa demande en mariage. Il veut enterrer cette fin de relation et ne jamais en parler. Cependant, Javy a raison, Jake sait qu’il doit s’ouvrir aux autres.

-Rooster lui a parlé. Il s’avère qu’elle ne veut pas m’épouser car elle a peur que je meurs en travaillant. 

-Ton accident lui a fait une si grande frayeur ? questionne Javy, étonné.

-Ça a été la goutte de trop, mais elle en a toujours eu peur apparemment. Enfin, je m’en doutais, vu notre travail, c’est logique. Et puis, elle a déjà perdu son père et sa meilleure amie dans des circonstances similaires. Le problème c’est que j’ignorais à quel point ces décès l’avaient affectée. Bref, il n’y a rien à dire de plus.

Coyote ne dit rien pendant un moment, assimilant les informations et la façon dont Jake a dû se sentir en les apprenant. 

-Eh bien, elle aurait été une jolie mariée. C’est dommage qu’elle soit foutue mentalement, dit-il, ignorant quoi dire d’autre.

-Elle a déjà souffert et elle ne veut plus revivre cette douleur, on ne peut pas la blâmer. Je ne dis pas qu’elle devrait rester dans ses angoisses, ce n’est pas sain, mais je comprends pourquoi c’est le cas, déclare Jake avant de prendre une profonde inspiration et de finir son verre cul sec. J’aurais juste aimé qu’elle ait plus confiance en notre histoire plutôt qu’en ses peurs.

En rentrant chez lui, Jake s’installe sur son canapé en soupirant fortement. Il passe sa main sur son visage, fatigué émotionnellement. Quand sa main tombe sur sa cuisse, ses yeux se posent sur une photo accrochée à côté de la télé qu’il n’a pas eu le courage d’enlever. C’est une image que vous avez prise au début de votre relation, plus précisément le jour où vous vous êtes dit “je t’aime” pour la première fois. 

Vous aviez passé la journée à la plage un jour d’été. Le soleil était en train de se coucher alors que vous rigoliez à une phrase stupide que Jake avait dit. Il avait arrêté de rigoler avant toi, t’admirant pendant que tu essayais de calmer tes rires. Ensuite, Jake avait plongé ses yeux dans les tiens puis, il avait dit ces trois mots simples et pourtant, si puissants. Tu lui avais répondu à la seconde suivante avec un grand sourire. Avant de quitter la plage, Jake avait demandé à immortaliser ce moment. En y repensant, c’était cliché et niais, mais Jake s’en fichait. Pour toi, il aurait fait les gestes les plus clichés si ça pouvait te faire sourire.

Jake continue de détailler la photo des yeux, votre relation repassant comme un film dans sa tête. Sans s’en rendre compte, des larmes lui montent aux yeux avant de couler sur ses joues. C’est la troisième fois qu’il pleure depuis votre séparation. La première fois était le soir de la demande en mariage après être rentré chez lui et la deuxième, quand Bradley lui a expliqué la raison de ton “non”. 

Jake n’a jamais été doué avec ses émotions. Entre son éducation et son travail dans l’armée, il n’a jamais appris à mettre des mots sur ses maux et à accepter d’être vulnérable. Avec toi, il avait réussi à se comprendre et à s’ouvrir aux autres. C’était encore compliqué malgré vos deux ans de relation, mais il s’était amélioré. Maintenant, il est retourné à la case départ. Il est retourné dans sa coquille, à fuir ses émotions. Cependant, ça ne veut pas dire que son esprit n’est pas hanté par des “et si”. Et s’il n’avait jamais eu cet accident ? Et s’il avait su voir clair dans tes peurs plus tôt ? Et s’il avait réussi à te rassurer ? Et s’il avait réussi à te convaincre d’accepter l’aide dont tu as besoin ? Et si tout avait été différent ?

De ton côté, les questions sont similaires. Chaque soir, tu te tortures l’esprit avant de t’endormir en pleurant et en regardant l’endroit où, autrefois, la photo de votre premier “je t’aime” était accrochée sur le mur de ta chambre avant que tu l’arraches comme tu as arraché vos deux cœurs.

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[theharddeck]

je suis craving validation so i'm gonna write a smutty oneshot obviously do we do

friends-to-lovers with Javy, who goes into conniptions when he sees Reader wearing his sweatpants

breeding kink!Jake, self explanatory, but i need someone to give me a scenario or something, otherwise i'm gonna tell on myself

something with Bob or Rooster, but i have no plans, they're just fun/people like to read 'em

[t-marveland]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 | randall carpio

Randall Carpio x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 38

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❝━ Je ne suis pas susceptible ! T'exclamas-tu.

━ À peine. Commenta Randall.❞

Tout le monde tourna la tête vers lui, les yeux ronds tandis que tu lui lanças un regard noir.

❝━ T'es un homme mort... Marmonna Jake.❞

[poedameronthighs]

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[je-suis-la-wolf-girl]

Shame: 04

Original

Embry Call x Reader

Sorry I took foreveerrrrrrr! I don't come here as often anymore because school takes a lot of my time, but I hope you guys like it!

Warning: a bit of smut (you can skip it)

Part 1: https://je-suis-la-wolf-girl.tumblr.com/post/184789841559/shame-01

Part 2: https://je-suis-la-wolf-girl.tumblr.com/post/184837660929/shame-02-embry-call-x-reader-original-part

Part 3: https://je-suis-la-wolf-girl.tumblr.com/post/186387537024/shame-03

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'Great way of making him think you're not easy, dumbass!', you told yourself while kissing him. Either way, you didn't regret it.

You slowly pulled away from him. Your cheeks felt like they were burning and your stomach too. You felt something you never felt before. Not even your ex-boyfriend made you feel that way. Being thirsty for him were the right words to use.

Embry's hands were still on your waist, while his eyes were looking at your lips. You slowly put your hand on his cheek, making him look at you. You stared at each other for a few seconds before smashing your lips together. The kiss got intense in just a few seconds. You took your hand off his cheek to put both of your hands underneath his shirt. Your hands were going up to his chest. His abs were hard; he was also so warm and you loved it.

Embry suppressed a moan before pulling away, he took your hand and started walking in a different direction from school.

''Wait, where are you taking me?'', you asked him.

''My house.'', he replied. You could tell by the way he looked at you that you had turned him on.

''No! I got a curfew and I do not want to get locked out!''

Embry sighed, then a few seconds later, smiled. It seemed like an idea came up to him.

''I got you. We're going to school, but you just have to promise me one thing.''

''What?'', you asked as you got closer to him.

''Don't scream.''

You smirked as you ran to school with him. Once you got inside the school, Embry took you to a classroom near a small hallway. You didn't know how he knew it was open, but you didn't question him. All you wanted was him.

You got into the classroom before him, then he closed the door without turning the lights on. It was an art class. You could tell because of a few costumes that were on a box. There was a small purple couch between the board and the teacher's desk. There were also a few tables and a tall white lamp. Embry grabbed you by the waist and turned you around to face him. His lips quickly went on your neck and you immediately grabbed his hair. His left hand went down to the edge of your pants before he slid them underneath your panties. You let out a moan as he started to make small circles on your clitoris. You bite down on your lips before you pushed him away and took off your shirt. He smiled before taking off his top, revealing his perfectly sculptured chest and abs.

You turned around, and slowly took off you pants. As you were about to turn around, you felt Embry's chest against your back; you didn't know how fast he did it, but his boxers were already off him. His lips were on your shoulder, while his hands were slowly pulling down your panties.

After that, everything happened so quick. You woke up the next day, laying down on the small couch. You had your clothes on. You sighed when you noticed that Embry wasn't next to you, but  flashbacks of last night made you feel alive and happy. You smiled to yourself as your right hand touched your neck.

You got up, put your hair in a bun and walked out of the class. You quietly made your way to your ''room''. Y/B/N wasn't there. You shrugged before taking a few things to go shower. As you got out of the classroom, your best friend scared you to death by showing up out of nowhere.

''Damn Y/B/N! You scared me!'', you whispered to her.

''Well, I'm glad I did! Where the heck were you last night? I was worried and I had to cover for you! Coach would've killed me if he would've found out that you weren't with m-''

''I slept with Embry'', you interrupted her.

Your best friend let out a huge gasp.

''Y/N, you sl-'', she half yelled.

''Shut up! I'll tell you the details later. I need to shower.''

Your  best friend chuckled.

''You dirty little shit.'', she said making you both laugh.

----

It was ten in the morning, you were next to  your best friend and the same man that was volunteering with you yesterday night, waiting for the first game of the day to start. A few teenagers were sitting on the bleachers to watch the game. Today, you got the chance to see your school team play. You took the sheet to see who was playing against your school team. You held in your breath when you saw familiar names written down.

'Jacob Black, Embry Call, Paul Lahote... Embry.', you read. Now you were panicking a little bit. Not because you regretted what happened last night- that you did not regret! You just felt awkward because why did he leave without telling you anything? He could've said something to you! After you had sex with him, both of you put on your clothes, then sat down on the couch and started talking about random stuff. It was going so well! Nothing was forced and you had a great time together- well, it's what you thought. You didn't even know when or how you fell asleep, but he could've left a note or something.

'Whatever, we are not dating so technically, he doesn't owe me any explanation', you said to yourself.

Right after that, the boys you met yesterday came in and the teenagers on the bleachers started cheering. You made eye contact with Embry. You didn't know if you had to wave, smile or not or just do nothing. You decided to give him a small smile. You expected him to smile you back, but he just looked away.

Ouch. You felt a small pinch on your heart. You were so confused, but decided to brush it off. You told yourself that you were going to wait after the game to go talk to him.

The game ended at 1-5. You felt bad for your team, but at least they were second on the ranking!

Y/B/N was about to ask you something, but you quickly walked over to Embry who was talking with Jacob. As soon as Embry saw you approaching, he walked away.

'What the fuck is wrong with him?', you asked yourself even more confused than before.

Jacob noticed your confusion and smiled at you to try to make you feel a little bit better.

''Sorry for his behavior, it's been a rough morning for him, that's all. Don't take it personal.'', he said.

'Yeah, or it's because he regrets what happened last night!', you told yourself.

''Anyway, it must be boring staying in these walls all day and during the night, so if you want to, you and Y/B/N can come to the beach at 5. The guys and I will be there.''

''Sure, we'll be there, but I don't know how to get to the beach.''

''Cool, I'll come here before meeting with the guys. My friend Bella will also be there.''

Then an idea came up.

''Or, I could go over to your house? I mean, I want to walk and explore a little bit.'', in reality you just wanted to see if Billy was there. That was the main reason why you agreed to come here... also it would help you get your mind off things with Embry.

''You're not scared to get lost or anything?'', he asked as he raised his left eyebrow.

''Not really. I mean, yes, but I won't. I'm pretty good when it comes to orientation.'', you lied.

Jacob stayed silent for a few seconds before sighing. He gave you his address before walking away.

----

It was almost 5 and you got lost with Y/B/N more than three times.

''Ugh Y/N if we get lost again, I promise you I'll knock you out before-'', she started saying while getting angry.

''Found it! It's here!'', you interrupted her as you admired the little house.

This was where your dad and brother lived.

''Are you sure you want to do this?'' your best friend asked you as she remembered the conversation you had with her before coming to Jacob's.

''Yes I am. It's not the best idea, but at least I can get closer to him that way.''

''Alright then, let's go knock.'', Y/B/N said.

Both of you walked over to the house and you had the honor of knock on the door. You got greeted by Jacob's beautifully white smile.

''Hey girls, come in. My friend Bella is on her way. We'll just wait for her to get here.'', he said as he let you in.

''Jacob, where's your dad?'' you abruptly asked him.

'Great! I could've tried to be more casual!', you told yourself.

''He was out during the whole day, but he should be home by now. It's weird he is still not here.''

'Damn it! Why did he have to be out for this long today?!?', you mentally cussed.

''Why don't you call him? Yeah, you should call him and ask where he is and when he is coming home'', you said as you gave Jacob your cell phone to call Billy.

Jacob frowned as he eyed you up and down.

''Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need to parent my dad and anyway, I have a phone too...''

'I know that and I don't care. I just want his phone number!...Woaw that sounded creepy', you told yourself.

You were about to say something when you heard a man's voice.

''Jake, I'm home.'' Billy said before you heard the door close.

Your heart started to beat faster. What were you going to do or say?

''By the way, Bella's outside waiting for you.'',Billy said again before entering the living room and seeing the three of you.

''Thanks dad, we're leaving.'' He gave Billy a pat on the shoulder and walked towards the door.

Y/B/N looked at you, giving you a reassuring smile.

''I'll cover for you if Jacob asks anything. You got this, I believe in you.'' she whispered to you before running towards the door to follow Jacob.

You and Billy just looked at each other. You opened your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.

''I guess you're here to talk.''

You nodded.

''Sit down then. I think it's going to be a long talk.''

Part 5: https://je-suis-la-wolf-girl.tumblr.com/post/189218454934/shame-05

Part 6: https://je-suis-la-wolf-girl.tumblr.com/post/190071841574/shame-06

Part 7: https://je-suis-la-wolf-girl.tumblr.com/post/190134748314/shame-07

[mymindswriting]

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Nếu bạn yêu thích vẻ đẹp của Anne Hathaway thì nhất định không được bỏ qua bộ phim này. Đóng cặp với cô chính là chàng diễn viên điển trai Jake Gyllenhaal. Anne Hathaway vào vai một cô gái bị mắc chứng bệnh Pakinson dù tuổi còn rất trẻ. Cô gặp và yêu anh chàng dược trình viên Jamie, người chuyên bán thuốc kích dục cho đàn ông và hoàn toàn không xem tình yêu là điều gì đó quan trọng. Nhưng cuộc đời của cả hai đã thay đổi khi họ gặp và yêu nhau.

Friends With Benefits

Friends With Benefits là một tựa phim hấp dẫn khác cũng thuộc hàng “tượng đài” mỗi khi nhắc đến những phim nói về đề tài tình yêu và tình dục. Mối quan hệ trên tình bạn, dưới tình yêu, ở giữa là tình dục giữa cô nàng Jamie và anh chàng Dylan đã được thể hiện đầy chân thật qua diễn xuất của Mila Kunis và Justin Timberlake để rồi một ngày nào đó họ chợt nhận ra, không phải mọi việc lúc nào cũng chỉ dừng lại ở nhu cầu sinh lý bình thường. 

365 Days

Top phim lẻ hay trên Netflix không thể thiếu vắng cái tên 365 Days, một bộ phim của Ba Lan sản xuất. Tựa phim này ngay từ khi xuất hiện đã gây không ít tranh cãi bởi nội dung khác biệt của mình. Không chỉ có hàng tá cảnh nóng bỏng mắt mà nội dung phim cũng khiến người xem há hốc mồm.

Một cô gái xinh đẹp vô tình bị một tay xã hội đen khét tiếng bắt giữ. Hắn bắt cô phải yêu hắn, dùng mọi thủ đoạn để giữ người đẹp bên cạnh mình, từ chiều chuộng nhẹ nhàng cho đến mạnh mẽ cưỡng ép. Phim bị nhiều người nhận xét là có cảnh nóng quá đà và dường như cổ súy cho việc bắt cóc, cưỡng ép phụ nữ, đồng thời tẩy trắng cho hành động ép buộc này bằng việc ngôn tình lãng mạn hóa sự thật.

Nhưng mặc cho nhiều tranh cãi thì phim vẫn luôn nằm top những phim được xem nhiều trên Netflix và vẻ đẹp của cặp nam nữ chính thì không thể bàn cãi. Tựa phim này cũng được đồn đoán là sẽ làm tiếp phần hai mặc cho nội dung thì không có gì phải đào sâu thêm.

The Handmaiden

The Handmaiden (hay Người Hầu Gái) là một bộ phim lẻ hay trên Netflix của Hàn Quốc sản xuất, có nội dung khá hấp dẫn và lôi cuốn người xem. Với bối cảnh diễn ra câu chuyện là vào thời gian chiến tranh thế giới lần thứ hai, Hàn Quốc đang bị Nhật Bản đóng chiếm, một tên trùm lừa đảo với tên gọi Bá tước Fujiwara đã sử dụng một cô bé đạo chích Sook Hee để giúp hắn thực hiện âm mưu của mình.

Sook Hee được đưa vào nhà của vị tiểu thư quý tộc Hideko với mục đích giúp Fujiwara bước chân thành công vào ngôi nhà này, giúp hắn cưới được tiểu thư và ẵm trọn gia tài của nhà cô. Kế hoạch có sự xuất hiện của người chú độc tài của cô tiểu thư Kouzuki và kèm theo đó là hàng loạt cảnh nóng đến nghẹt thở.

Mãi cho đến cuối cùng thì mọi chuyện mới được sáng tỏ và những câu hỏi thắc mắc của người xem mới được giải đáp. Vậy nên bộ phim này luôn lọt top những phim lẻ 18+ hay trên Netflix mà bạn không thể bỏ qua.

Nếu đã đăng ký thành viên Netflix thì bạn tuyệt đối phải xem cho hết những phim lẻ hay trên Netflix vì đây là những bộ phim mà TruyenVN đánh giá là không những lãng mạn, nóng bỏng mà nội dung phim còn hết sức hấp dẫn, có những bộ phim tràn đầy ý nghĩa khiến bạn bồi hồi không thôi.

source https://truyenvn.com/tin/top-phim-le-hay-tren-netflix-khong-phi-tien.html

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DUE CHIACCHIERE IN COMPAGNIA di Bella Hayes

DUE CHIACCHIERE IN COMPAGNIA di Bella Hayes

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Salve readers, oggi la nostra chiacchierata settimanale cambia lingua, stavolta ho potuto usare lo spagnolo al posto dell’italiano o dell’inglese. Sono molto felice di ospitare nel nostro salotto di Recensioni Young Adult, l’autrice della saga Hermanas Sfeir, la bravissima Bella Hayes.Benvenuta Bella, parlaci un po’ di te… Ciao, grazie mille per l'invito, è un piacere essere qui con voi. Sono venezuelana, professione economista, sposata da 25 anni con l'amore della mia vita e madre di due figlie che già vanno al college. Scrivo da tre anni, quando ho pubblicato il mio primo libro intitolato El Castigo. Finora ho pubblicato nove libri e scritto alcune storie. Credo che ci siano stati due eventi che mi hanno cambiato la vita, il primo è la crisi che sta attraversando il mio paese, che mi ha costretto a reinventarmi come scrittrice in un'epoca in cui avrei dovuto essere all’apice della mia professione. Tuttavia, ho trovato un mezzo di sostentamento facendo qualcosa di cui sono appassionata e che amo. Il secondo è stato l'anno scorso, quando mi è stato diagnosticato un cancro al seno, essere malata di questo tipo di malattie ti cambia totalmente, fai fatica a recuperare le forze, ad andare avanti e a guardare avanti  da un'altra prospettiva e penso di averlo riportato nel libro di Halim.  1) Come ho detto nella prima recensione che ho fatto, ho conosciuto i tuoi libri grazie ad un tuo regalo, e ti assicuro che è stato un regalo molto gradito, visto che mi ha permesso di conoscere i tuoi lavori. Al momento ho già letto sei dei tuoi libri e ti giuro non vedo l’ora di leggere quelli che mi mancano. Detto questo spiegami come è nata l’idea di raccontare la storia di tre sorelle arabe?Grazie mille per le tue parole. Mi sono sempre piaciute le storie arabe, immaginarie e reali. L'idea è partita con Jade alla ricerca di suo padre, quella scena in cui arriva alla reception dell'edificio dove Jake lavora, è stata la prima cosa che è venuta fuori, doveva avere una buona ragione perché Nahla non lo contattasse e per non farlo passare per il cattivo, non mi piace che i miei protagonisti siano cattivi, così ho pensato, che fosse meglio basarmi su una cultura di cui avevo letto così tanto. Jameela, uscì alla fine di Nahla, quando mi resi conto che avevo sposato la sorella con il cattivo. Credo d’aver sudato sangue quel giorno quando vidi quello che avevo fatto, e Zahira nacque perché non potevo dire addio ai personaggi, non mi sentivo emotivamente preparata.2) Nahla, Jameela, e Zahira, sono state cresciute nella fede musulmana, con il solo scopo di diventare mogli e madri, di compiacere l’uomo che il loro padre avesse scelto per loro. Come conosci tutte le usanze di cui hai parlato, come ti sei documentata?Per tutta la vita ho letto libri di questo genere, inoltre, per molti anni il mio paese ha accolto migliaia di migranti arabi che si sono stabiliti qui, tutti i venezuelani della mia generazione hanno studiato e avuto amici di quella cultura, quindi avevo una certa familiarità. Per il resto ho fatto ricerche online. 3) Ogni storia che ho letto affronta una tematica delicata, ma aldilà dell’argomento la tua scrittura ha reso ogni abuso subito reale, ma privo di morbosità. Come riesci a rendere le emozioni così vere senza cadere mai nel morboso? Come fai a non giudicare o esprimere una critica? Le tue storie non emettono giudizi, raccontano emozioni ma mai in modo che possano lasciare l’amaro in bocca. Sbaglio se affermo che il tuo intento era sottolineare che giudicare una persona per la sua fede è sbagliato?Il primo libro che ho scritto è stato estremamente esplicito sullo stupro / tortura, quando ho iniziato Nahla volevo fare qualcosa di diverso e ho realizzato un romanzo che nonostante trattasse un tema duro, fosse abbastanza leggero e divertente. Con Jameela mi sono detta che non ci sarebbero state scene esplicite anche se l'argomento si prestava allo scopo, quindi mi sono concentrata sui suoi sentimenti, volevo raccontare quello che è successo in brevi scene che fossero realistiche. La questione araba è una questione complessa, non discuto la loro fede, ma la mancanza di libertà nei confronti delle donne, tutte abbiamo il diritto di essere libere, di prendere le nostre decisioni riguardo alle nostre vite, qualunque cosa di diverso è sbagliato. Penso che i miei romanzi mostrino come le donne sentono di essere considerate solo come oggetti di scambio. 4) Nel corso delle storie della saga Hermanas Sfeir hai rappresentato i vari obblighi che la legge impone alle ragazze, e anche i diversi punti di vista degli Al-Husayni. Le paure di ognuno di loro, gli obblighi che sentivano e i doveri che dovevano compiere. Ad ognuno hai dato pregi e difetti, in nessuno di loro hai creato il classico principe azzurro, ma Kazim, per me, rappresenta tutto quello che un uomo deve essere. Ti sei ispirata a qualcuno per delineare il carattere di questo personaggio? Penso che mio marito sia ritratto in vari aspetti della personalità di Kazim, inoltre il mio protagonista ha anche altri pregi che lo rendono meraviglioso. Ho sempre come nord, come obbiettivo, che ogni uomo sostenga la sua partner, non mi piace che i “miei uomini” appaiano cattivi.  A volte prendono decisioni sbagliate, ma tutto ha una causa.5) Di solito preparo le interviste dopo aver pubblicato tutte le recensioni di un’autrice, nel tuo caso non è così, perciò devo fare più attenzione a non fare spoiler. Oltre le storie Hermanas Sfeir, ho letto Un árabe para Navidad e Halim, che sono le storie di due dei Fratelli Al-Husayni. Avendo incontrato la numerosa famiglia Al-Husayni nel corso delle storie di Nahla, Jameela, Jade e Zahira, speravo che avresti scritto anche degli altri fratelli. Husain è un ragazzo dolce e timido, che si nasconde dietro una facciata da buffone e Halim è un uomo con tanto dolore nel suo animo, il dolore dato dalla poca attenzione che gli dedicava suo padre, e quello per il tradimento di Martha. Due uomini diversi, ma allo stesso tempo due facciate della stessa medaglia, concreti e fedeli, alla propria famiglia e alle proprie donne. Dove trovi l’ispirazione per costruire personaggi così completi e affascinanti? Oh, grazie mille! Ti dico da dove vengono? Completamente dalla mia testa, forse ho letto così tanto nella mia vita che è come mettere insieme un puzzle in cui si prende la cosa più interessante, ciò che rimane nel subconscio.   I miei uomini devono essere integrati, corretti, con tutti i pregi che ci aspettiamo in una persona, ma che abbiano anche quelle debolezze che li rendono umani.6) Fermo restando che io ho inteso che tu volessi dimostrare che non sono tutti uguali, aldilà della mia opinione, non credi che il modo in cui hai delineato le usanze, gli obblighi e i soprusi che le ragazze arabe delle tue storie hanno dovuto subire, possa generare ancora più odio verso questa comunità già tanto “odiata” per via delle varie azioni deprecabili commesse da alcuni di loro?La maggior parte dei miei personaggi arabi sono brave persone, poi ci sono anche i cattivi che ravvivano la storia. Tuttavia, ciò che dico nei miei romanzi sulle loro usanze è reale, accadono ogni giorno in alcune culture arabe, piuttosto ho ammorbidito alcune pratiche per non offendere i lettori più sensibili, ma mentre le donne arabe della classe agiata vivono in una gabbia dorata, le donne di classe inferiore vivono anch’esse in una gabbia, ma le loro vite sono molto più difficili. Penso che l'odio per una comunità sia un errore, le azioni sono individuali, se non riesci a vederlo, il problema sei tu, e qualsiasi informazione reale o fittizia che ricevi, esacerberà quell'odio.7) Jake, non è arabo, non è musulmano e nemmeno cattolico. Lui è inglese ed estremamente geloso delle sue figlie. Mi ha divertito la sua reazione nei confronti dell’innamorato di Jade, ma quando ho letto la sua reazione nei confronti dell’espressione di Haidar davanti alla sua Sarah, sono proprio scoppiata a ridere. Potrò aspettarmi una storia tra i due, ora giovanissimi, di casa Steel-Al-Husayni? Jake ha perso la maggior parte dell'infanzia di Jade e Nasser voleva "portargliela via" così giovane che lo fece infuriare, ma quella rabbia era il suo modo di mostrare la sua paura e la preoccupazione di perderla. Con Sarah, Jake si è reso conto che il tempo passa molto rapidamente e teme che si innamorerà e si sposerà molto giovane. La storia c'è, potrei svilupparla in futuro, come è successo con Halim, parlai del suo divorzio in Jameela e poi l'anno scorso ho scritto la sua storia. Haidar e Sarah dovranno aspettare il loro turno perché appartengono a un'altra generazione, prima ho altri personaggi da sviluppare.8) Come ho già avuto modo di dirti, le storie mi sono piaciute tutte, ma quella che ho preferito è stata quella di Jameela, con quella di Halim al secondo posto. Il loro modo di rinascere dopo aver dovuto sopportare di vivere vite in cui non avevano scelta prima, e con le conseguenze delle scelte sbagliate poi, è ammirevole. Nessun rancore da parte loro, solo la volontà di vivere al meglio la parte di vita in cui potranno fare del loro meglio per essere felici. Detto questo, con Halim non credi d’esserti accanita un po’ troppo? Se le azioni di Sara sono giustificabili, non capisco perché una persona interessata solo al denaro come Martha, avrebbe dovuto tacere la sua condizione dopo la morte dello sceicco, invece di cercare di ottenere il prestigio che ha sempre voluto?Penso che il personaggio che ha sofferto di più in quel libro sia Sara, non Halim. Lui ha vissuto solo le conseguenze delle sue azioni, non avrebbe dovuto lasciare sua moglie indifesa e in balia di suo padre. E per quanto riguarda Martha, lei non era davvero innamorata di Halim, voleva quello che poteva offrirle, quindi quando lo sceicco è morto si era già una rifatta una vita negli Stati Uniti e anche se non era una buona madre, certamente amava sua figlia e non voleva rischiare di perderla, perché pensava che Halim avrebbe fatto tutto il possibile per stare con Hope o costringerla a tornare nel Regno Unito. Martha aveva abbastanza soldi e stava realizzando il suo sogno di avere un atelier senza l'interferenza di nessuno. Se è tornata a cercarlo dopo tanti anni, è perché ha bisogno di più soldi e per alleviare la pressione che le fa Hope.9) Zendaya rifiuta la scelta imposta da suo padre, ma poi accetta di scegliersi un marito che corrisponda ai desideri di suo padre in meno di un mese; non è un controsenso?Zendaya si dibatte tra due opzioni, sposare suo cugino o trovare un fidanzato arabo di buona famiglia che le piaccia, se no sarà ripudiata dalla sua famiglia. Sceglie ciò che considera l'opzione migliore. Anche se per noi quella libertà di scelta è poca, per lei è una svolta e preferisce continuare ad avere il sostegno e l'amore dei suoi genitori piuttosto che affrontare la vita da sola, che è ciò che le ragazze arabe che si ribellano alla scelta del marito imposta dal loro walli.10) Jade ha sempre avuto carattere, e lo ha dimostrato fin dalle prime pagine de la Historia de Nahla. Dov’era tutto questo carattere, tutta la sua intelligenza, quando scappa da ciò che sente per Nasser?La paura ci fa fare scelte sbagliate, può renderci irrazionali e farci agire impulsivamente. Se vi ricordate ha vissuto il rapimento di sua madre per mano dello sceicco, il padre di Nasser, anche tutto ciò che Jameela ha sofferto e anche se ha visto buoni esempi, ha visto anche donne dedicate solo alle loro famiglie, qualcosa che all'epoca non voleva. Sebbene fosse molto intelligente, le mancava la maturità emotiva.11) Ho letto che ti sei approcciata alla scrittura da pochi anni, e so che quelli che ho letto io non sono gli unici libri che hai scritto. Credi ci sia un genere che non scriveresti mai? E perché?Ci sono molti generi che non scriverei, in realtà la maggior parte di essi, ma sono certa che non scriverei mai un libro di auto-aiuto, né religioso. Sono un’autrice del romantico, ma all'interno dei sottogeneri non credo di scrivere storico e non è perché non mi piace, anzi lo amo, ma rispetto chi lo fa perché non è facile per tutta la documentazione che comporta.12) Da madre a madre, se una delle tue figlie volesse sposare un ragazzo arabo, quali sarebbero le tue paure?Che venga portata in un paese arabo dove la sua libertà verrebbe annullata, e dipenderebbe solo dal marito senza avere ulteriori opzioni perché potrebbe non voler stare con lui in futuro e non potrebbe lasciarlo perché perderebbe i suoi figli. Anche che le loro figlie sarebbero costrette a sposarsi contro la loro volontà.13) Nelle tue storie hai descritto uomini e donne davvero molto belli, hai usato dei prestavolto? Chi?Non uso mai prestavolto per scrivere, i miei protagonisti escono dalla mia immaginazione, anche se devo confessare che mi costano le descrizioni, ci sto lavorando.14) Hai un autore/ autrice al quale ti ispiri o che semplicemente ami in modo particolare? Chi?Ho molti autori che amo e sono molti quelli che potrei nominarti, negli storici  Mary Balogh, Julia Quinn, Lisa Kleypas e Julie Gargoowd, nei dark romance Tillie Cole, Lena Valente, Cherisse Sinclair, nel romanzo contemporaneo Las Harlequim e potrei continuare ancora a nominare molte persone.15) Se pensi al futuro, dove ti vedi fra dieci anni?Quando ci sono molte preoccupazioni e il tuo futuro è incerto impari a non pensarci molto. I miei obiettivi sono a breve termine e si riferiscono più alla mia famiglia che alla scrittura, ma sognando, vorrei essere un’autrice affermata che passa meno tempo a promuovere per vendere e più tempo a scrivere.16) Ultima domanda prima di salutarci, stai già lavorando ad un altro libro? Puoi raccontarci qualcosa?Sì, sto lavorando a due libri, uno dei fratelli Al-Husayni che è Ashira e alla seconda parte dell'Opera involontariaBella, è arrivato il momento dei saluti, io e tutto lo staff di Recensioni Young Adult ti ringraziamo per aver accettato di collaborare con noi e per questa meravigliosa chiacchierata. In attesa di un tuo prossimo libro ti diamo l’arrivederci a presto, Jenny.Grazie a voi per l’invito, un abbraccio.Hola lectores, hoy nuestro chat semanal cambia de idioma, esta vez pude usar español en lugar de italiano o inglés. Estoy muy feliz de acoger en nuestro salón "Recensioni Young Adult", a la autora de la saga Hermanas Sfeir, a la talentosa Bella Hayes.

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Hola lectores, hoy nuestro chat semanal cambia de idioma, esta vez pude usar español en lugar de italiano o inglés. Estoy muy feliz de acoger en nuestro salón "Recensioni Young Adult", a la autora de la saga Hermanas Sfeir, a la talentosa Bella Hayes. Bienvenida Bella, cuéntanos un poco sobre ti... Hola, muchas gracias por la invitación, es un placer estar con ustedes. Soy venezolana, de profesión economista, casada desde hace 25 años con el amor de mi vida y con dos hijas grandes que ya van a la universidad. Escribo desde hace 3 años, cuando publiqué mi primer libro llamado El Castigo. Hasta ahora tengo 9 libros publicados y unos cuantos relatos escritos. Creo que ha habido dos eventos que me han cambiado la vida, el primero de ellos, la crisis que vive mi pa��s, lo que me obligó a reinventarme como escritora a una edad donde debería haber estado en la cúspide de mi profesión. Sin embargo, encontré un medio de vida haciendo algo que me apasiona y me encanta. La Read the full article

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Reader Masterlist

GN, gender neutral

"Suis-moi" /Louis Bloom ⚡︎

"Bon acteur" /Jake Gyllenhaal 𖨆

If Logan Howlett was your partner /Wolverine ☃︎

If Erik Lehnsherr was your partner /Magneto ♞

Spend an afternoon with him /Hedwig 𖠌

FTM, female to male (transgender)

"Ombres dans la peau" /Davis Mitchell ✎

"Un temps neigeux" /Wolverine ☃︎

M / FTM, male / female to male (transgender)

"Quatre secondes" /Wolverine ☃︎

"Tirade" /James McAvoy ☘︎

bannières @/saradika-graphics, @/thecutestgrotto and @/cafekitsune

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Creator Spotlight

@roosterbruiser has a masterlist worth killing over. Personally, between Landslide , Silver Springs, and the FUCK Universe, I am OBSESSED right now. Settle in if you like longer series who are full of charm, love, heartbreak, and happiness. 10/10 recommend.

A Little Q & A:

1: What is your favorite thing you've written or made?  My favorite thing that I've written is probably Landslide. It's my Rooster x OC story! It was the first thing I wrote for this fandom and I really feel like it sparked my passion for writing all over again. I have a very soft spot for my OC, Faye! And of course I am endlessly soft for Rooster!

2: Top 3 favorite creators you want people to check out?  Definitely @bradley-roo! Not only is Flo a close friend outside of Tumblr, but she's an amazing writer! She is getting ready to launch her Bradley Bradshaw x OC fanfic called Mirrorball and I am SO excited about it! I would also highly recommend @beyondthesefourwalls. She is writing the most toe-curling, butterfly-inducing story called Remember You Even When I Don't! It's an incredible Rooster x Reader story that's had me hooked since day one! And finally, the incredibly @roosterforme! She's an amazing cheerleader, but also an incredible writer! I have been HOOKED on Old Habits Die Hard! Hook, line, and sinker!

3: An idea you have for a future work that people should look out for?  I am starting to work on a Rooster x Reader story called Voulez-Vous that I'm super excited about! It's a 70s AU where you and Rooster are pornstars. Of course, all the other members of the Dagger Squad make appearances, too! Also Silver Springs, my Jake Seresin x Reader story that is an installment in my Rumours Universe, has a special place in my heart!

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