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Hi there I really love your writing and I actually kinda read it for comfort sometimes (ironic, consider the nature of most your content lol. yes i need therapy.) This is my first time requesting from you hehe. I hope you’re doing well! Could I please get yandere prompts 9, 34, 43 or 55 with Jake Park? Reader is a survivor and for setting likely just at the campfire. Maybe the moment when reader has just found out exactly how obsessed Jake is, and he decided that’s the point of no return and just kinda pounces. I hope that works and thanks if you end up writing, no worries if you don’t! Have a great day! -🦊

Honestly, I get it, I mean I'd hope my fics are actually helping someone out there but I don't expect them to. They're mostly for myself and are my whatever emotions, an expression I guess. Anyways,

EDIT: I had to make this both a slow burn, one-shot, yandere fic because I love Jake and both hate myself.

EDIT EDIT: Normally I don't like adding word count because more doesn't = good, but jesus christ I kind of got lost on this one and resulted in a 12 598 word count :))

Oh my,

Stay With Me

Yan!Jake: Dependant, Clingy, Overprotective, Final

Yandere Prompt.9 "Shit, baby, you were not meant to see this!"

Yandere Prompt.34 “You have no idea how far I’m willing to go for you.”

Yandere Prompt.55 “How long do you think it would take for you to fall to Stockholm syndrome?”

Tags: Yandere themes, slow burn, slight angst, fluff, oneshot, really soft Jake Park, My man really just wants some hugs and kisses :((

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Jake was always sweet and kind to Y/n, while on the quieter side the strange man always made sure to let them know that he doesn't mind their presence. That can't be said when they first met, when Y/n was first thrown into this mess the other survivors tasked Jake with being their teacher.

Safe to say he wasn't happy about it.

The other survivors would too often force Jake to mentor the newbies of the Fog, since he was quiet and reserved he wouldn't yell or barade the newbies for messing up like David, or give the second-hand anxiety like Dwight. So, he was the best fit out of everyone. But Jake hated people, hated humanity. Most of the time he wanted to be just left alone, on occasion he'd be around the campfire to just listen to other survivors and get his 'fill' of social interaction, but he never really had any close bonds to anyone. What he did have was an adopted family of wild crows and ravens, well that was before Y/n came into his life.

As said before Y/n was paired up with the solitary survivor to learn, Y/n was vigil about everything, trying to be as little of a burden on the man. They could feel the annoyance and disgust with the constant teacher dynamic that was forced onto Jake, Y/n felt bad. But it came all to a boiling point when Y/n had a rough day, no matter what they couldn't get the wires right with the generators and kept blowing them up as a result. Jake who was working on the same gen just closed his eyes in a violently silent anger building, Y/n watched him as he tried to hold it all in. Before Jake could realise though Y/n got up and left, they were not going to burden Jake anymore. If they were going to figure out how to survive they were going to do it alone. When Jake did open his eyes as the anger passed he was somewhat shocked to see that their 'little pupil' was gone, he quickly stood up and started looking around but found nothing. Jake was confused, where did they go, did they leave when he wasn't looking, why?

For the rest of the trial Jake didn't see them, it was like they were hiding all game. What he did notice was that the killer seemed to be equally confused, following a trail that led nowhere. Following the sound of exploding gens just to find no one, the more the killer searched the more gens poped in the distance.

Back at the camp is when he finally saw Y/n, the other survivors grouped around talking in a frustrated manner. When he approached one of them violently whipped their head towards him and started walking, uh oh Meg didn't look happy.

"What the fuck is your problem, Park!" She spat the name like a vile taste.

Jake stood there somewhat apprehensive, what the fuck was she talking about.

"Got nothing to say? What were you thinking leaving Y/n alone in the trial, they could have been picked off easily!"

"They're a sitting duck out there, they don't know what they're doing." Meg continues waving her arms in frustration. Jake's face turned more bitter the further she continued her sentence.

"Actually-" Y/n's voice broke Meg out of her yelling,

"I do." Y/n's was stern and serious.

Meg turned back to them violently, "No you don't, don't defend him!" She continued

"He left you to die in the trial and that's unacceptable! We need to work together, not abandon each other!" Meg continued indignantly.

"He didn't abandon me, I left." They clarified.

"What?" Confusion rippled through the survivors,

"I left, I don't need anyone to hold my hand." Y/n continued.

The group of survivors stayed silent for a moment, no one has ever rejected essentially a free card for the trials. Having a teacher meant that they had to protect you no matter what until you know enough to do it by themselves, often meaning the mentor sacrificed themselves to ensure the safety of the other. You refusing this was beyond stupid.

"Why?" Jake's voice broke the silence first.

"Why?" He reaffirmed his voice in the crowd, pressing harder for an answer as the silence grew more oppressive.

"I don't need anyone, I'm fine and figure it out myself." Y/n kept strong eye contact with the unreadable man, they couldn't tell if Jake hated them or just hated people in general.

"That's stupid." Jake huffed out the response and walked off leaving a more dazed group of survivors.

In the next trial Jake assumed that Y/n would regret their choice and come crawling back to him, Jake was even more surprised by what he saw. Y/n was looping the killer, horribly. Caught and hooked they were face camped and killed halfway through the game, of course, they didn't survive on their own. Walking back to the campfire he noticed them there tending to their wounds, ignoring Claudette's attempts to help them. Again, Jake expected them to come waltzing up asking for that mentorship again. But once more he was surprised when they looked up at him and then continued on with their shitty stitches.

What's wrong with this person?

Jake was very good at reading people and predicting their actions, he knew most people before they even introduced themselves to him and prided himself on that skill. Yet here he is more stumped about this strange little... creature. They didn't do anything he expected and it irritated him, he needed to figure them out, know more about this strange survivor.

Jake watched from the corner of his eye and Y/n continued to stitch themself up with white knuckles and Claudette fretted over them. The frustration finally boiling to a top Y/n snapped at Claudette, "Stop, I'm fine. I don't need your help!"

Claudette jumped at the sudden outburst before pulling his hands toward her chest protectively, meekly she answered, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to help."

Y/n sighs deeply before taking the time to reply, "Look, I'm sorry Claud. I know you're just trying to help but I can't learn unless I do it myself."

Claudette's worried expression softened before she replied, "I understand, just your not supposed to do your own stitching. With the pain of it could make you mess up and end with you getting more hurt."

"I'm alright Claudette, don't worry. And trust me, pain is not what it used to be." Y/n turns their gaze back to the opened wound on their stomach and continues their work, knuckles white.

To most, it would seem that Y/n was unaffected by the pain but Jake knew better. Seeing the sweat starting to form around their brow, slightly quivering hands, and white knuckles told him the agony Y/n was in. Clearly, Y/n was putting up a brave front, why? Jake especially questioned the phrasing of words they choose, "-pain is not what it used to be", what does that mean? Y/n was probably just putting a brave front to try and show that they weren't affected by the Fog only to be terrified on the inside, it was all so cliché.

Internally Jake rolled his eyes but continued to watch, he needed to get to the bottom of this or the unanswered question was going to haunt him. For the rest of the night Y/n stared into the fire silently, holding onto their stitch stomach, Jake could tell Claudette wanted to ask to help or make sure they were alright but restrained herself. Slowly as the night progressed each of the survivors got up to head back to their cabins for the night, one by one until it was just Jake and Y/n left. He didn't really find the answers Jake wanted by just observing them so he knew he would have to ask, taking a moment first to gather the courage to break the silence first.

"Why'd you reject help?" It was a simple question, direct and in an even tone but it still make Y/n jump.

"What?" They turned to him confused, surprised Jake spoke.

"Why do you reject help?" Jake spoke again, this time turning to look at Y/n.

"Because I don't need it?" Y/n answered somewhat confused.

Jake narrowed his eyes not believing it for a moment, Y/n watched his expression before sighing out an answer, "I knew I was a burden to you, that's why."

Jake silently waited for them to go further depths, "I knew by the way you acted that you don't like helping me, rather doing because you have to."

"I watched every time you cringed at my mistake or barely bite back a comment, I saw all of it."

"And besides, out there I was already self-reliant and don't need to be coddled now." Y/n finished as they stood up.

Jake felt a little guilty but thankful at the same time. On one side Y/n actively sought out Jake's emotional well being over their literal safety, showing a level of consideration. But on the other side, he made them feel so useless that they'd rather suffer by themself. Jake didn't know what to think.

He watched as Y/n started walking off and barely heard them bitterly murmur to themself, "Never got a chance to rely on anyone anyways,"

What Y/n said really left an impression on Jake, every night running through the conversation over and over again. A perpetual loop of words. He was stuck thinking about how Y/n put himself over themself, how they murmured those last words, how Y/n seemed to shrug off everything.

Watching them in the trials slowly made Jake realise that this 'tough facade' wasn't just an act, Y/n wasn't a burden. Yet here Jake made them feel like it! The man was almost amazed by their tenacity and persistence, while it didn't pay off often Y/n just kept going. Jake watched them loop the killers while still learning the basics, he watched as you aggressively rushed the gens, and chased to unhook survivors as quickly as possible. Y/n was more helpful than most of the other survivors much to his surprise, but it wasn't always good. A lot of the time he'd watch as one mistake snowballed into disaster and sometimes costing the entire game. Jake watched as they struggled against gens and attract killers to a populated area, he watched as Y/n broke down mid-trial thinking no one was near.

It was obvious at this point, Y/n didn't accept help because they were never given any.

Guilt burned through Jake like a rabid disease, he could see so much of himself Y/n at this moment. Growing up in a house that gave no space to be himself, Jake remembered all the nights he broke down crying because of that loveless environment.

He was going to mend his mistake.

The next trial Jake had with Y/n he made the conscious effort to go search for them, following the sound of a gen being worked on he rounded the corner to see them wrist-deep in the machinery. Sweat already starting to form on their brow he could tell that and between the tense jaw, Y/n was already anxious. Jake walked over and kneeled down to work with them, Y/n raised their head and saw Jake instantly standing and tried to walk off. They were leaving because he was here? Just as Y/n was about to pass him Jake grabbed their wrist and stopped them from moving, they looked back in anxious confusion.

"Stay." Was all that was exchanged.

Y/n stood there for a moment not sure how to respond or react but eventually found their words, " Be better to split up and have multiple gens worked on."

"Stay with me." This time Jake commanded them as his grip tightened, he was determined to show that he wanted to be around them.

For a moment Y/n looked between Jake and elsewhere in the trials, visually he could see the mental debate as he tightened his grip more. Jake wanted them here, he wanted to show that. Jake didn't see them as helpless or a burden, he wanted to tell them that.

Finally, Y/n eased the tension that they were putting on Jake's arm by leaning away, slowly coming back to the gen. He gently observed as Y/n focused their gaze back on the machinery and tried to focus solely on it, Jake's stare clearly making them nervous. Instead Jake opted to watch them from the previous vision, continuing with his work as well. Jake noticed the timid glances they'd pass momentarily, one of those moments seemed to be timed poorly as the generator exploded in Y/n's face. Once more seeing that anxious glance just trying to gauge Jake's thoughts and reaction, he did his best not to make any reaction and pretend nothing happened. A tense moment passed as that stare persisted, Jake was silently praying they'd just continue on working and not stand back up to leave. His stoic face seemed to paid off as Y/n slowly and timidly goes back to working on the gen, focusing to try and avoid another missed wire.

This became a repeating process where in every trial Jake had with Y/n he'd follow them around, do gens together, unhook them, heal and help healing with them, anything and everything. Slowly but surely Jake noticed they became less tense around him, less hesitant and even more welcoming and happy to be around the veteran survivor. Between this time Jake also found that he quite liked their company. Gentle, sweet, and surprising entertaining Y/n has all these little quirks about them that Jake loved. After trials he would hang around the camp more often just to be around them, sometimes to chat but mostly just be in their presence. The rest of the survivors noticed that imminently and started to tease the rough survivor whenever they caught him alone, poking fun with such a stoic man's soft spot. He'd glare at them and pretend not to care, ignoring them would eventually cause them to stop, right?

It was another late night where only Jake and Y/n were left, he was sitting close beside them as they both leaned against the log just nodding off. "Thanks for helping me again." Y/n was first to break the silence, waking up Jake.

He looks over curious to the warm body beside him, "with?"

"Just in general, thank you." Jake intensely watched Y/n's face as they continued to stare off somewhere else, feeling his face they turn to face him.

Jake tilted his head noticing the soft stunning features of Y/n's face, it took him so long to recognise how much he adored them. Their lovely personality, beautiful soul, and eagerness were all like honey to Jake. "You know I would always be there to help you, right?"

"Yeah, I know." They smiled warmly as Y/n playfully pushed Jake.

"I don't think you do." Jake continued the playful fight by putting them in a headlock and messing up their hair. For once in Jake's life he felt a genuine and content smile grace his face, he was happy, really happy.

Y/n tried to wiggle out of his headlock before giving up and settling down against Jake. "You have no idea how far I am willing to go for you." He gently rests his face on the top of their head and murmurs those words like a promise.

Jake feels Y/n move slightly to look up at him, big captivating and curious eyes searching his for an answer. That smile graces his again as he leans back down to rest his forehead against Y/n's, Jake's eyes opening a sliver to look at their lips. Locked on despite his normal control Jake can't stop staring, Y/n is right where he wants them. In his arms, nestled safely in his arms so close. Jake starts to lean in to capture those captivating lips when he feels a sudden push on his chest, forced to move backwards Jake looks back at Y/n with slight shock. "What's wrong?"

There was heat on Y/n's face as an embarrassed blush formed, "Sorry, just I don't like you like that."

Y/n starts to crawl out of Jake's lap and a part of him wants to pull them back but Jake resisted the urge, instead of watching them fret and fuss over their hair and clothes in an attempt to calm their nerves.

Jake wanted to say something, ask if he did something wrong but he bit it down. Maybe they still saw him like they did before, maybe Jake hasn't proven himself properly yet. Jake started to bite his lips as the thoughts continued, what was stopping Y/n from liking him? He loved them and they have to love him too, right?

"Listen, it's getting late so I'm going to call it a night. I'll see you later, okay, bud?" The word shot Jake like an arrow, bud. That's how they saw him, as a friend?

It twisted his heart and stomach the rejection, he can't have it be this way. Jake can't just be a friend, there must be something wrong. There is no way anyways, Jake can't live without Y/n in his life so it had to be something else, someone else.

Jake leaves to go back to his own cabin sinking into the spinning feeling of ouroboros thoughts, eating itself into non-existence. Throwing the door open with uncharacteristic aggression abuses the wall it lands into, Jake grabs his boots by the heel and throws them down.

They bounce with little frail lives.

He kicked the door close behind him and jumped into his bed, throwing the covers over his shoulder and tucking it around himself. A little cacoon.

Jake's uncomfortable, his jacket is still on.

He feels his blood pressure rise with every little inconvenience, and so he tries to shimmy out of his windbreaker. Like the spat out bones of a hunters meal the jacket goes flying out of the blanket safety and onto the cold floor, Jake stares at it for a moment before his brain goes back to a silent screaming.

What did he do wrong, was it something he said or did?

Mind continuing that spiral made things only worse as it caught the attention of someone.

Next morning, groggy and tired Jake rolls to his side and stare through eyes that burn in the light. Already his mind continuing where it left off last night giving him no break, Jake sighs heavily as he dreads the day to come.

'You don't have to go today, you know.' The thought came so out of nowhere Jake was taken back for a moment.

Of course he had to go, the Entity doesn't give breaks. If he didn't leave and get ready he would be stolen from where he was, and the last thing Jake needed to was to be pulled into a trial unprepared. He sighed heavy.

'Try it.'

That internal voice again jeered him, Jake wished he could just turn off his thoughts for a moment. Rolling out of bed his feet hit the floor and drag him to the bathroom to start the day, starting with splashing the sleep out of his eyes. Soon enough Jake was physically ready, mentally still dreading. Walking to the camp he sees many of the survivors already gathered and chatting, some making some food while others try to steal from the cooks. Jake notices Y/n chatting away with Steve, the two seemed to be in a good mood and Jake can't help but slightly narrow his eyes at the other man.

'They look lovely this morning, don't they?' The blurb of the thought pushed itself over every other, Jake tried to ignore it.

"Morning!" Y/n greeted Jake with a cheerful smile as they noticed him, he returned the gesture with a corner turn of his mouth and a nod.

They continued with their chat with Steve as Jake watched from the corner of his eyes, the two seemed to be awfully close to each other. Jake just guessed he never noticed or care to notice, but it seems Steve was a little too close to Y/n.

Jake's lips thinned.

Laughter broke out between the two as Jake watched Y/n playfully push Steve like they did to him last night, and like a continuation of that repeat of it, Steve pulled Y/n close. Y/n continued to laugh that lighthearted sound that normally lifted Jake's soul but this time twisted his stomach.

'Jealous?' The little thought was back.

He's not jealous, Jake has nothing to be jealous about. The two were just friends and having a good time, just joking around, just.

'Don't sound too confident.' There it was again, shut up, just shut the fuck up already. He was cursing himself out, why? Annoyed, that's why.

It doesn't matter, nothing matters right now. Get ready, go into a trial, hope to finish early, and then go back to his cabin. That's what Jake did before Y/n was here in the Fog and it doesn't matter, just the normal routine.

'The normal routine before Y/n, not after.'

Doesn't matter if it changed when they came, still normal. Jake was arguing with his own thoughts, what was he doing? He felt like he was losing control of himself, this isn't what was supposed to happen. Without his consent, the image of last night popped into his mind, the way he held them, the way Y/n's lips looked so close to his. Jake's mind further repeated the way he leaned in, the slow agonising pleasure of that tender moment. But the difference is that he imagined actually kissing them this time, ginger movements against Y/n's lips as they clung into him, at least he thinks he was imagining it.

Jake shakes the thought out.

Another laughter rang out from his side this time seeing Steve's arm around Y/n shoulder, at this moment Jake couldn't find it more annoying if he tried. The young adult was so immature, loud, gross. Why did Y/n have to find him so funny, Jake was funny, right?

Jake shakes his head again, get a grip.

Black fog creeps into the camp like deadly snakes slithering, choosing which survivors to take into a trail. Ace, Felix, Yun-jin, and Y/n are chosen first leaving the few rests at the camp. Steve leans back on his arms as he sits down in front of the bon fire with a smile, clearly still having the pleasant after effects of talking with Y/n. Jake can't help but glare from the corner of his eyes, Steve felt the negative energy directed towards him and quickly darted his gaze towards Jake. Pretending nothing happened Jake reverted his eyes to the fire, hands in his pockets and slightly hunched Steve observed the sour expression carefully.

"Everything good, man?"

Everything was 'not good, man?' "Yeah, all good."

"You sure, look a little," Steve paused as his eyes searched Jake's face further.

"Just tired." Curtly the answer was thrown at Steve's face.

"Alright dude, hope you get some sleep tonight." Steve goes back to what he was doing slightly unnerved.

As the day progressed one by one the survivors were picked out for the trials, Steve and Jake seemed to be the last ones. Jake was just brewing in the unpleasant feelings the more he waited around with Steve, he hated to admit it but Jake really wished Steve would have a bad trial. Get face camped or killed early, better yet get slugged and left to bleed out slowly. Why was he so bitter, why would Jake wish for something so horrible to happen to a fellow survivor.

With a heavy sigh, Jake puts his hands on his face and tries to breathe slowly and calm the rising waves of his thoughts. Returning to that calming roll of the oceans whispers.

Steve next was taken, Jake didn't notice at first due to trying to calm himself. Jake felt guilt burn his mind further, what if he actually jinxes the young man and he comes back in the worse way? Jake just felt something was off deep in his bones, like an animal before an earthquake he knew it was coming but not what it was.

It took Jake a while before lifting his head and looking around the camp, it was empty.

Just him and his thoughts.

Why wasn’t he in a trial by now, normally Jake would have one trial done and another halfway done. He wasn’t complaining but it was mildly concerning, only adding to the anxiety sitting in his stomach. Deciding that he has had enough Jake stood up and walked back to his cabin, maybe laying down would ease his mind.

Laying down and staring at the old wooden frames holding the building together left him with not much distraction for his thoughts. Jake was laying on his back when those little whispering thoughts came back,

‘Steve’s with Y/n in a trial.’

No they’re not, he wouldn’t know that. Plus, why does Jake care, right? There is no point to fret over it, the two are just friends.

‘Like you?’

That thought caused him to thin his lips and grimace. Like Jake Steve and Y/n were friends, just friends. Was Steve always close to Y/n, he never really paid much attention to the other survivors in the first place. Jake racked his brain for answers but not much came up, Jake knew that Y/n and Kate were close, but he never felt threatened or anxious about that. They were also close to Felix, but it was pretty obvious that he acted like a father figure. Grooming their hair and clothes after a trial, chastising them for being reckless, and patching them up.

That twisted his stomach too.

Why, what's wrong with Jake, why is he acting like this?!

Jake rolls to his side, a part of him just wishes he could have Y/n in his cabin right now. No, not the one he's currently in, Jake’s real cabin. The one outside the Fog, surrounded by thick foliage that looked like it was straight out of an old English fairy tale. Large pine and cedar giants protecting and covering the quaint little cabin Jake made with his hands, he was so proud of that. Just spending the cold nights together, listening to the heavy rain pelt the tin roof.

The calm chaos of the natural world.

Jake missed that a lot, even though it was not an easy life he loved every moment of it. The hard work, the pay off, the animals and fresh air. Jake would love it even more if Y/n was there with him, only there with him.

He closes his eyes and before he realises it the image already was created before him. Little flat stones path the thick grass and forest duff floor, little wondering green friends poke through that pathway.

Silly little plants, you don’t belong there!

Walking forward he sees the familiar water-stained wood that he’ll need to retreat before fall, the windows left open to tame the summer heat.

Jake can smell something delicious inside,

Opening the door, he clicks his heels to the flat stones outside and once more against the doorway, clean enough to enter. In one fluid motion and a pep in his step Jake pulls his boots off by the heel and tosses them to a box, he’ll clean those later too. Walking out of the short mudroom he enters the living room and makes another turn to the kitchen, there he sees Y/n baking some rosemary and lavender bread. Seems like his little delicious treat makes something else to eat, Jake smiles widely. With their back turned to him Jake can’t resist sneaking up on them just to scoop them into a hug and kiss their neck. Y/n squicks in fear before easing into the surprise affection,

“Hello sweetheart,” That soft and melodious voice kisses the insides of his brain.

“Love,” Jake greats back before peppering more kisses on the side of their face, his heart burning in a foreign happiness Jake cannot control.

“I made something, felt pretty good and had extra energy. I think you might like it!” As Jake lowers them Y/n turns to wrap their arms around Jake.

“If you made it of course I’ll like it.” He leans down to kiss their lips, eyes barely open as lingers his stare just a little longer,

Jake wakes up with a start, heart pounding and disorientated he looks around.

It’s his cabin, the one in the Fog.

It almost breaks his heart, he was back home, the real home with Y/n. Jake sits back and leans on the bedframe using his hands to drag them down his face, when did Jake fall asleep?

‘Look outside.’ He feels an icy breeze on the cusp of his ear.

Jake pauses, what…?

Before he can properly question it Jake stands and walks to his window towards the camp, it looks late, how long was he asleep? Instinctively his eyes scan the faces of the survivors in the distance and doesn’t see Y/n, where are they?

‘Left.’ That chill back again, crawling up his spine this time.

Eyes dart left, there, there they are. Steve and Y/n again. Fingers grip the window ledge a little tighter.

The two seem to be talking further away from everyone else, why?

The question burns Jake as his gaze intensifies, what are they talking about? Why’d they need to say it so far away from everyone, were they trying to hide?

Nails dig into the wood.

Steve is standing too close to Y/n, Jake can’t help the thought. Before he could think of anything else Jake watched as Steve leaned down to gently kiss Y/n’s lips, chased and quick but it didn’t matter.

It was too late.

Jake threw open the door and started to march his way over to the pair, he didn’t even think about what he was doing or why before his feet started to move. Steve waved and turned to leave by the time Jake reached Y/n,

“What was that.” Terse tone throw makes Y/n jump as they turned to the monotone man.

“Jesus!” They started as Y/n held a hand over their racing heart,

“Hi, hello, nice to see you too, bud.” That dagger word is thrown to his heart once more.

Bud, bud, bud!

“What was that.” The volume of his voice slightly raised with Jake’s repeated question.

“What?” Y/n seemed confused, but Jake knew he was playing dumb.

“What. Was. That.” Third time Jake had to repeat himself.

Y/n fully turned seeing the seriousness on Jake, normally so calm and collected but now he seemed to be furious.

“What do you mean?” Y/n’s voice went a little quieter.

“Steve, with Steve.” Y/n’s eyes flickered to Jake hands, they were clenched and white-knuckled. Was he going to punch them?

“We were just talking. Is something wrong Jake, you seem,” Y/n paused trying to think of a gentle way to phrase it.

“… tense.”

“You kissed him.” Jake finally got to the point.

“Shit, you weren’t meant to see that.” Y/n cursed under their breath.

“You’re with Steve, sense when?!” The temper finally snapping Jake threw his hand in the air to show his frustration.

“I-, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Jake knew there was nothing that could be said or done, bitterness biting him as he turned to walk off before the tears start to fall. The one person he felt a genuine connection with and they were stolen away from Jake, of course.

Why would he ever get anything nice.

Y/n watched as Jake stormed off clearly angry and disturbed, for lack of a better word. What happened, should they call and try to comfort the friend? Y/n bit their lip to resist calling him, maybe Jake just needed space.

Jake burst through his door with tears streaming through closed eyes, are you serious, Steve? Jake lost the only person he ever felt connected to, to Steve??

Jake throws his entire weight on the door to close it and slide down as Jake covered his face with his hand, tears streaming endlessly. He raises his face to see his cabin engulfed in black mist, what the fuck?

He stares in tearful confusion, what now??

‘I can give you want you want.’ That chill in his ear, the thought, it was never his to begin with.

“The Entity.” The realisation verbally escaped him.

‘Of course, who else?’ She spoke to him in his own head, in Jake’s voice. He felt violated.

‘But I can give you what you want, Park.’ The voice was condescending, what the fuck does she want?!

“Fuck off!” Jake barked as he struggled to pull off his boot.

‘Restrain yourself.’ She commanded,

‘If you would listen to me, I have an offer for you, something you would enjoy.’

Jake finally got the boot off and nearly punched himself in the face, lifting it up threateningly, “I don’t want to hear it, just fuck off!”

‘Did you like the vision I gave you?’ The what?

“What…” Jake’s voice trailed off.

‘The ‘dream’ Park, I’m offering it to you.’ Lowered the weaponised boot.

“You want to give me a dream?” He questioned with a suspicious stare.

‘Not a dream, a reality. You are Y/n together in your old world.’

“So what, you’re saying you’ll let me go with them?” It sounded too good to be true.

‘Not quite,’ Of course, Jake’s lips thinned.

‘You and Y/n will have your own realm like the one I showed you, just the two of you.’ She started to explain.

‘No one else, no other survivor. Just you, and them.’ Jake felt like this was wrong, something was up.

“What do you mean, we’re just going to be a different camp and for what?” Jake pressed.

‘You two can live can like you would outside of here, just for a small price.’ Jake could feel the eye roll at his question.

“Price, what price? Plus, why would I take this, Y/n already found someone else!” Jake felt that anger bubble back up, this was a waste of his time and just another game for her.

‘How long do you think it would take for them to fall to Stockholm syndrome?’ Jake's eyes widen at the words.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Jake throws the boot into the dark mist, he doesn’t hear it collide with anything.

“SHUT UP, YOU MONSTER!” Jake was disgusted at the thought of hurting Y/n. No, not again, he’s never hurting them again!

‘Very well. I will ask later’ The mist starts to retract as Jake stands up.

“NEVER ASK AGAIN, GET THE FUCK OUT!”

“I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN” Jake feels dizzy from yelling so loud, he's never really yelled that much before.

Jake collapses against the wall again having to catch his breath, he didn’t want to deal with any of this anymore. Jake just wanted to go to sleep.

The Entity did no respect Jake’s boundary of leaving him alone, every day she continued those whispers in his ear. Just taunting and begging for him to take the offer, trying every tactic under the sun Jake felt his resolve starting to shatter.

‘Look at the two, they’re holding hands’ She was mocking him, and he knew it.

Just give up already, I’m not going to give in. Jake closes his eyes to focus his energy, all of this was not only mentally and emotionally wearing him out but physically. Jake noticed he enter trials less and less often, meaning the only time he’d interact with Y/n was around the camp. Probably just another tatactic She was using to wear him down, but Jake did hate how much he missed the chaos of the trials. Even in those moments the survivors would find little time to encourager and comfort each other, maybe inbetween healing or unhooking, perhaps every slight conversation while working on gens.

Was Y/n doing that with Steve in the games?

Jake shakes his head, focus.

Opening his eyes were a mistake, Steve’s hand was holding Y/n’s in their lap. Jake started to chew the inside of his cheek, bitterness burned him further.

‘They would be safe you, know?’

Shut up.

‘No more trials for them, they would safe and far away from any harm.’

Shut up, I don’t care.

‘That’s a promise, Mr Park. Don’t you want them safe?’

Of course I do, but you’re not going to help me or them! Just leave me alone and stop trying to get in my head already!

‘So you’re willing to watch them live a happy life without you?’

Jake didn’t respond to that, instead the image of Y/n with Steve holding hands, kissing, enjoying each other filled his mind. Jake started to chew on his cheek again.

‘Maybe they never needed you in the first place, Park.’

Shut up.

‘Maybe it was never them that needed to prove themselves.’

Jake had enough, he couldn’t take this anymore! Tears started to form in the corner of his eyes as he quickly got up and sped walked into the forest, Jake hates that he thinks She’s right. Thoughts collapsing into a spiral of ‘probably’ and ‘what if’s’, Jake needed to be alone to let this out.

However Y/n noticed the abrupt exist, ever since that night they’ve been worries for their friend. Y/n knew it probably was easy on him, the rejection, but hoped Jake was handling it well. Doesn’t seem that way.

“Just a moment, I’ll be back.” Gently they notify Steve giving his hand back, not that they stole it in the first place.

“Oh, alright.” Steve looked up to them as they walked off, somewhat confused.

Y/n jogged to catch up with Jake, long legged man was hard to catch up to! “Jake, wait!”

God that was the last voice he wanted to hear at the moment, Jake loved Y/n but he can’t let them see him like this. Jake tries to walk a little fast but Y/n catches up to him regardless, their hand holds Jake shoulder trying to slow him down.

“Jake please, just wait.” The voice was gentle and reminded him of his mother when calming him down, Jake stopped.

"Is everything alright?" They didn't see Jake barely holding back the tears.

The stopped for a moment to shift their weight, looking somewhat aprehensive before Y/n made eye contact again, "Look, I know I'm probably not the best person for this but if you need to talk I'm here."

Jake looked deep into Y/n's eyes and saw the honuesty, "I'm really worried about you."

"I care a lot about you, I don't want to see you hurting" Y/n started and Jake gently rested his hands on their arms.

There was a moment of silence and Jake debated talking, "Can I hold you?"

Y/n could now see that he was an emotional wreck, Jake needed this, "Of course," Y/n smiled gently before leaning up and wraping their arms around Jake's neck.

"I know you don't like talking about the things bothering you but again, I'm here if you need it." Y/n turned slightly to the side to murmur comforting words, Jake tightened his arms around their middle.

"I'm not going to abandion you." Jake felt those tears finally start to escape as he burried his face in Y/n's shoulder, silently weeping.

One part grieving the fact he could never have this relationship with Y/n the other thankful for them being so tender and sweet, Jake was just happy he could hold them. Jake didn't want to let go, ever.

Y/n gently ran their hand through his hair comforting him, telling him that everything is going to be alright, that they were there for him. Those images of that distant dream running through Jake's mind once again as he clung tighter, this time he knew he was the one to put them there.

Jake didn't want to let go.

He didn't wan to let go.

Back at his cabin alone Jake step inside feeling the hollow air, Jake wasn't going to let go anymore.

"Alright spider bitch, let's hear about that deal."

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