#and Jake's mostly good with touches now but there's still work left to be done

[mahalshairyballs]

You know, thinking about Matt being able to hear heartbeats thing, it's not always properly used imo

People have already talked about how heartbeats aren't really reliable to detect if someone is lying or not. Matt here is like a living lie detector with this, and we know how unreliable lie detectors are. Maybe Matt uses a more holistic approach to detect lies and doesn't just use heartbeats. Combining heartbeats with sensing if someone is sweating, hearing the minute changes in their voice, how they're moving etc., could be a way more reliable way to know if someone is lying. I'm pretty sure that's what Matt does, it's just not usually shown that way.

Heartbeats however, and those other clues too, could help Matt detect what other people are feeling pretty reliably. For most, not necessarily all, emotions Matt could've learned to read the physical signs they give off that he's able to detect. Obviously that means he's able to know if someone is stressed or relaxed, or having an anxiety episode.

I wonder how often this ability of his is used in Daredevil fics

#daredevil #matt murdock #daredevil/moon knight #matt murduck x marc spector #like Matt will pretty much guess they have DID by just all the small differences between them #well Steven underestimated Matt's abilities and thought Matt wouldn't recognize their body as Steven #then Matt *knows whose body it is by their scent* #Matt : why do you speak with tgat accent ? and why is your heartbeak so different ? and why are you moving so unlike yourself ? #well Matt doesn't totally gets it rifht but he'd know pretty fast something is going on #none of them can impersonate the other with him either #he knows #I was just thinking about Jake/Matt cuddling after sex #and Jake's mostly good with touches now but there's still work left to be done #so after some time of cuddling Matt feels Jake's heartbeat going up #he senses his growing anxiety #so Matt could never say 'I didn't know you were uncomfortable' he'd always know #Matt Murdock/Jake Lockley

[jakescaravel]

Lover

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: 2,935

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI!!) Smut: choking, gagging, touching, domination, spit (I think that's mostly it, just don't read this if you don't want to read straight up smut 👍)

Summary: You'll do anything for Jake, anything he wants.

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You had had nothing to do for 3 days. Months of touring on-end with your boyfriend over in an instant. You were sure the boredom would kill you and today was the worst day so far. All the shopping was done, there were no more household chores to do, and everything was boring. You craved life on the road. The spontaneity. And Jake felt the exact same way.

With the tiredness from the trip finally catching up, you and Jake hadn't even done it since getting back, so the tension was powerful and you were starving for each other.

Most of the day had already been wasted with Jake lazily strumming away at his guitar and you sleeping in until 4pm. You had awoken to an empty bed and the wanting of having him so badly that you threw on your sluttiest pair of panties and just a thin tank top, ready to play your favorite game.

You had sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen to pour yourself some coffee but with more sinister intentions in mind.

“Oh shit good morning to you baby.” He called from across the room putting down his guitar to walk closer.

You barely look in his direction as you continue to fill up your cup. He scoffs wearing a ‘what the fuck’ kind of face, but still, you ignore him and continue up the stairs.

He could have followed you, pinned you down and taken you right there but he knew what game you were trying to play and he was ready to play it right back.

The day continued like this, you walking around showing off what you weren’t giving him, and his annoyance growing by the minute. At one point you laid next to him on the couch with your ass up and fully exposed pretending to read a book. He knew you were faking, it was soo obvious.

A few hours later you hear Jake getting up from the couch downstairs. You know he can hear you whining and moaning with your hand between your thighs. You even left the door unlocked and wide open so when he slips up the stairs he sees you right away. You make eye contact with him, showing him your best innocent face as you continue to push your fingers deep inside you. He raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms. He looks mad. Its sexy as fuck.

“Okay I see what's going on.” He takes a step closer moving like a predator stalking its prey. “I bet you think your whole game is real fucking funny right? I could hear your pathetic moans from all the way downstairs. You know I was working. I couldn’t concentrate at all. I have deadlines, assignments, things I have to do, I have a real job.” Jake stares for a moment, his gaze lingering on where your hand meets your cunt. “That looks like it feels good baby, but we both know what you really want, what would feel even better.”

He takes a careful step closer placing his hands on the mattress. You never break eye contact staring up at him with your best doe eyes. 

“Those aren’t gonna work on me princess.” He spits out the name like an insult and leans forward on the bed. “Tell me why I shouldn’t go over there right now and slip my cock down your throat, shut you up and get some work done, maybe even teach you a lesson.”

He sees the way your eyes light up at the idea. You’ve been waiting for this. 

“Yeah, I know that's what you want, baby. Want me to shove my cock that’s been throbbing all day because of you in that pretty little mouth huh? You wanna taste me?” He smirks.

Before you can answer Jake lunges forward and grabs you by the legs pulling you and spinning you so that your head hangs off the end of the bed facing the ceiling. He forcefully undoes his belt buckle and slides his jeans all the way down exposing his already hard cock throbbing in his boxers. He quickly rids himself of those and his cock springs free, perfectly at your eye level. He brings himself closer and taps the head on your face. You can feel its weight and warmth, pulsing on your skin.

You’re giddy with excitement ready to be completely at Jake’s mercy allowing him to do whatever he pleases, allowing him to use you. You reach out your tongue searching for him and he lines himself up.

“Alright pretty girl, you think you can take me?” You nod impatiently. 

Jake slowly inches his cock in, hitting the back of your throat testing your gag reflex. “Relax your throat for me love… yeah that’s it… fuckkk, you feel fucking fantastic.” His voice moves slowly as he presses the base flush against your face. You gag around him but he stays completely still and presses himself in even harder. The shaky breath he lets out fills up the whole room going straight to your core.

You wish you could see his face, see his eyes shut in concentration, his furrowed brow and his parted lips and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. At least you could hear him, no matter how quiet he tried to be.

Jake uses his hands to secure your head and hold you there as he begins to slowly pump his cock in and out of your soft mouth. “Fuckk you feel so good baby.” His words laced with need have you clenching around nothing, aching for his touch, the denial of that possibly being the real punishment.

Every sliding movement against your tongue earns a low rumbling groan from him. His delicate sounds are like music to your ears, even the softest whimpers he tries to hide, you can hear and by this point you are absolutely soaked.

“Fu…ckk.” His eyes roll to the back of his head. If it were up to him, he’d have you like this everyday, all laid out for him, eager to please.

You hum against his cock, addicted to his praise and hungry for more. The vibration from your mouth elicits a hiss from him. The sensation, the aching feeling between your thighs grows stronger and stronger and drips down your leg. He can see how wet you are, it turns him on even more, and you can feel his dick twitch down your throat.

Tears are starting to form and the uncomfort is detected but possibly irrelevant when you’re this desperate to make him feel good, to gain his approval. Plus you loved to play this game, teasing him even though it’s teasing that got you here in the first place, but you can’t help yourself. And you like to remind him that he doesn’t have as much control as he likes to think. 

You swallow around him and feel his whole body tremble. You gag a little as he begins to pick up the pace and the sounds coming from your wet mouth are impossibly dirty. The spit moving around dripping down the sides of your face spurs him on as he starts to fuck you rougher. 

“Fuck, fu… ckkk.” His voice sounds lost and far away. He's completely in his own world overcome by pleasure but he’s never too far gone to put your needs first when you tap his leg asking for a break. When he pulls out, you both watch the string of saliva connecting from your mouth to the tip. He grabs his cock running it along your bottom lip. You take the opportunity to lick a thin stripe from the base to the head, drawing small circles with your tongue.

“Look at you, so needy with your legs spread for me. You look so fucking sexy like this, just laid out more than happy to have my cock down your throat. In fact you’d do anything for it right? Beg for it?” You nod slowly looking into his perfect half lidded eyes. You practically whimper at the sight of his devilish smirk and lustful glare.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He laughs to himself as he brings his hand to your mouth. You open up presenting your tongue to him and he slides his fingers to the back of your throat. You gag around them and watch his grin grow wider. He spreads his fingers along your tongue, opening your mouth for him. He replaces his fingers with his cock and pushes himself deeper than before letting out an airy moan. 

Finally, he snakes his hand down to touch you. When his calloused fingers pinch at your nipple, rolling the bud around, your entire body lifts off the bed. You let out a loud groan at the feeling, the vibration hitting him as he releases a moan of his own. He cups both of your tits in his hands squeezing slightly using them as leverage for an extra hard thrust.

Just the feeling of his skin touching yours sets your body on fire, and the anticipation for what's to come has you aching. 

Jake trails one of his hands down your stomach getting closer and closer to where you need him most but pulling away at the last second. You hear his laugh when he deprives you of what he knows you want. He brings his hand up to grab your neck instead. He squeezes around the outline of his dick in your throat and mutters something you can’t hear.

This visual is one you can only imagine in your wildest dreams. You laid out on the bed with Jake’s hand constricting the throat that's filled with him. Him fucking your face as you just lay there taking him, completely at his mercy. Fuck.

You find yourself somewhat jealous that Jake gets to see it and you make a mental note to let him film it next time. 

“Can you feel me here baby, way down your throat? Shit… you’re doing so good. Feels… fucking amazing. So deep... wet.”

His praise lights a fire in your belly and you hum again around him once more. You can feel the air leaving your lungs but the feeling is delicious. He applies the perfect amount of pressure with his hand and you can feel him filling you up from every angle. The discomfort is almost non existent when you get drunk on the need to please him like this, and his moans of approval have you already halfway there.

His other hand weaves through your hair holding it tight as he picks up the pace a little. You can tell he’s close by the way soft grunts flow out of him turning to breathy whimpers with every thrust. Suddenly the hunger to make him cum and to feel it shooting down your throat overtakes you and you moan around his length, swallowing and humming, just to get a reaction. He doesn’t disappoint when the most beautiful whimper falls from his lips. He sounds so needy and so far gone and fucked out.

You clench your thighs together desperate for any type of friction but he leans down and pulls them roughly apart. 

“No no no, you don’t get to do that. You get off when I. decide. you do.” He emphasizes each word with a thrust and the tears are starting to fall now. The wet sounds coming from you are ungodly and you spread your legs wider allowing him full view. You knew he was staring. Either at that or your exposed chest, but god you want so badly for him to touch you. Getting impatient, you move your legs around in protest.

“I know what you want, baby, you just gotta wait for it. It was your choice to walk around like a whore all day, you asked for it.”

You roll your eyes, thankful for a moment he can’t see them. You reach behind to touch him, any part of him. You drag your dull nails across his bare leg running them up and down.

“Stop that.'' He grabs hold of your arms, pinning them to your sides as he leans over you. He’s a mess of moans as he starts to fuck your face even harder. A breathy “fuck” falls from his lips. 

You swallow around him again. “You’re evil.” He laughs slightly, the laugh turning into a whine.

He pauses for a second and pulls out slightly. He takes his time in dragging the tip of his cock across your tongue. The bit of precum tastes salty just like the tears he wipes away before delivering a quick kiss to your lips.

“You’re so perfect. You look fucking beautiful.”

Funny how Jake could make your heart swell one moment after having his cock buried down your throat. 

What he does next surprises you. He holds his hand in a cup next to your face.

“Spit.”

The simple command sends a shiver down your spine and you would do anything he told you, so you lean over and allow the spit you’ve been holding in to trail down your lips into his hand. You should be embarrassed at the amount but you can’t be when he says in a raspy whisper, “Good girl.”

You wait in anticipation for his next move as he brings the spit covered hand to fist along the length of his cock, slowly pumping up and down. You wonder if this is what it looks like when he’s alone. Eyes closed, mouth parted and brows pinched together, probably thinking of you, thinking of having you like this. The thought drives you crazy. 

He moves his hand off his cock and reaches it down to cup over you allowing yourself to grind against him. Your hips involuntarily buck up into his touch and you can’t help the sounds that escape your lips.

Jake moves his fingers to draw slow circles around your clit and you let out the most beautiful moan he’s ever heard. Your whole body is electric by his touch, moving along with his fingers, chasing the feeling. 

“Slow down baby girl, let me do it.” Jake guides his cock back in your mouth and continues his slow but steady rhythm with his hand, he never falters.

The sensation, the feelings of pleasure are starting to wash over you like a tall wave, ready to drag you under. He starts to move his rough fingers with more purpose pulling you closer and closer. Jake leans forward to slide 2 fingers in while grinding the palm of his hand into your clit. The mix of the slight stinging stretch and light touch of his palm are bringing you dangerously close to the edge. He's right with you, his movements becoming less calculated and his moans sporadic. 

The word fuck falls out of his lips like a mantra, mixed in with your name. 

Jake’s voice is almost at a whisper as he says, “please y/n… fuck.. y/n please please…. fuckkk.”

Hearing your name whined into the sex filled air brings you closer as you start to lose your own composure. Your pleasure drapes over you and you feel your entire body start to shake as he curls his fingers up into you and pushes down with his palm. His hand moves in and out of you with uncalculated speed as your arousal starts to coat his fingers and the pressure builds up threatening to snap. 

Three words, “I’m gonna cum” and he’s unraveling, shooting his warm release down your throat as you happily swallow it all up. That’s all it took, just one taste of him and you were coming undone yourself.

Your moans start to fill the room as you shake and contort, the pleasure overcoming you. He fucks into you faster as the oversensitivity becomes too much and your writhing under his touch. He pulls his dick out just in time for you to say, “Jakey baby.. fuck its too much.”

You jerk up and close your legs around his hand as he continues to work you through it. Your whole body shakes even after he removes his hand licking it clean. “You taste so sweet, I’m gonna get hard again.” 

You can barely make out his words as you lay there for a moment in your post-orgasm haze, trying to gain the strength to sit up. One final shiver makes its way through your body and you rise and turn to face him. His eyes stare into yours as you watch him clean the remaining cum off his fingers while wearing the proudest smirk. He looks behind you, eyes widening. 

“Holy shit the sheets are so soaked. Like actually fully wet babe.” You turn around and look at the evidence painting the light colored sheets a slightly darker shade. You both giggle at the sight, unable to control yourselves.

Jake leans down and plants a gentle kiss to your lips in complete contrast to his actions moments before. He offers you his hand to stand up and when you do, everything is a little dizzy. He helps hold you centered and looks at your face with another stupid grin. He turns you to face the mirror and what you see is hardly surprising. 

Your mascara runs down your face in two perfect lines and the saliva almost coats your entire chin. It's almost laughable really, at least Jake seems to think so. You elbow him in the ribs and roll your eyes. “Oh shut up.”

“Come on, I'll draw us a bath lover.” 

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#jake kiszka #greta van fic #jake x reader #romance #greta van fleet #smut

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Discipline

Series Masterlist

Part one

Summary: Jake is sent to teach you discipline within the rules of the Omaticaya, from which you are constantly rebelling. Except...he finds unorthodox methods that get you to behave.

Warnings: smut, smut, smut. Jake being a hard, hard dom. Degradation. Dub con, I think. Uh. Spanking. Jake treats you like a whore, ngl. If I miss anything, please lmk.

Jake Sully had made one hell of an effort to fit in. He'd bended over backwards just to become part of the Omaticaya clan. He'd become Toruk Macto and fought the Sky People and everyone had come to love and admire him. He'd been through hell and back, and then he'd been transferred to his Na'vi body, and still, he was doing his utmost effort to fit in.

And it pissed him off because you—You pissed him off.

You were a native, already part of the clan, and yet, you didn't care. You hated following rules, you were always pissed at your parents, at traditions, at fitting in. And the crazy thing was, they let you. Everyone around you just knew it. They weren't happy about you, or your defiance, but they just accepted it. Sometimes, he saw, they excluded you, but you didn't seem to mind. You seemed almost glad that they left you to your own.

And that angered him. He'd done so much to fit in, and so much was still expected of him, it wasn't fair that you were just left to do as you pleased.

It was an incessant little thorn of rage within him that refused to dissipate. He tried to push it away, but the more he did, the more he found himself really angered towards you.

That's why he was so surprised—and, honestly, a little pleased—when you finally seemed to get on Mo'at's nerves and she decided you could no longer go along without discipline. She said you were to start small, with everything you'd refused to learn and do since you were a teenager, which is when your rebellion had begun.

And, just his luck, Mo'at asked Jake to help.

“She would do well to learn from someone like you,” she'd told him. “Disciplined and determined and strong.”

And now, here he was. Teaching you to use a bow, teaching you how to stand and to straighten your arms, correcting your posture and poking your stomach in so you'd strengthen the muscles there.

You were annoyed. He could see your eyes, bright with anger, your ears flattened back, and every time his hands met your skin, you'd bare your teeth silently at him.

“You're not listening,” he accuses, pushing your elbow higher, correcting your shoulder's stance. “Stand straight, arms straight, shoulders squared. Otherwise, your aim and the force of your arrow will be wrong.”

He pushes against your stomach again as he tells you, “Your strength must come from the muscles here.”

You hiss at him again, baring your teeth. “Touch me one more time, I'll bite you,” you snarl.

He is unfazed. “Back straight. Eyes forward. Aim carefully—”

You let go of the arrow. It flies in a perfect, straight line, full of strength, and lands on the tree, right where Jake had drawn a target. Your arrow lands in the center, piercing right through the white circle. A perfect shot.

You glance over at him, raising an eyebrow as if challenging him to tell you that you can't work a bow and an arrow.

The thing is, you did learn. In your spare time, on your own, and you'd gotten pretty good at it. You just weren't eager to fall in with the other Na'vi. Mostly because you'd grown up, trying to impress everyone around you, and eager to please everyone, and one day, you grew tired of it. Why should you live your life for other people?

Jake glares at you, amber eyes boring into your face. “I didn't instruct you to shoot,” he points out.

“I still hit the target,” you deadpan. “As you can see, I don't need you to teach me shit. I can handle myself.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You will not do that again,” he orders. “You will go fetch your arrow and then you will follow my instructions.”

You roll your eyes and drop the stance, irritated. “Here's your bow,” you tell him, holding the weapon out to him.

His yellow eyes fall down to the bow but he makes no move to grab it.

You push it against his chest but he still doesn't take it, so you let it fall to the ground.

His gaze follows the weapon to the floor before he glances back at you. “Pick it up.”

“No,” you respond. “All you've done is feel me up, tell me what I don't do right, and pretend to give me orders. Frankly, I just don't want to keep it up. So, thanks for wasting my time,” you spit sarcastically, “but I won't be doing it again.”

You turn away from him, ready to climb up your favorite tree and be free from everyone around you, but he grabs you by the wrist and harshly pulls you back to face him.

“Pick the bow up and go fetch your arrow,” he insists, his voice a growl. His grip around your wrist is tight, enough to hurt a little.

“Let go of me,” you demand, snarling, your sharp canines bared.

“I don't want to be here, and yet I am,” he spits. “I'm here because of you; the least you could do is be fucking respectful.”

“Respectful?” you scoff. “You think spending an hour trying to teach me something I already know how to do is respectful? Being condescending and patronizing and pretending you're better than me just because you ache to kiss everyone's ass—that's what you think is respectful?” You snarl at him. “It's fucking ridiculous. You're asking for something from me that you haven't deserved. So, no. I will not be respectful until I deem you worthy of my respect.”

He tugs you closer, your wrist aching beneath his grip. “What? You think I want this? You think I'm here because I enjoy it?” He sneers. “Trust me, girl, I would rather be anywhere but here. You're a pain in the ass.”

“If you don't wanna be here, then, why are you here?” you demand.

He frowns at you. “I'm here because you behave like a spoiled little brat. A bitch who aches to get in trouble and needs to be put in her place.”

You wrench your wrist out of his hand. Baring your teeth and folding your ears backward, you snarl, “You pretend to put me in my place, halfling?”

Something flashes in his eyes, something wicked and enraged and...hot. It boils within his amber gaze, sending a shudder through you. He growls at you, canines showing and somewhere within you, the most primitive, instinctive part of you is delighted with his rage, attracted and even eager to see how far you can push him.

Jake has had enough. He is sick and tired of your attitude. He is annoyed at you, pissed at the way you look at him, unfazed, the way you constantly bare your teeth and hiss, the way your ears fold backwards. And he hates the way you smell. Your scent is thick, sweet, intoxicating, and it only furthers to infuriate him.

But then, when he growls at you, your stance changes. Your eyes shine bright, even through their narrowed hatred. Your ears fold backward against your head, but not in annoyance...in submission. And your scent...it grows stronger, and it makes his chest tighten with sudden animalistic lust.

“Do you need me to put you in your place, girl?” he questions, but his voice grows husky, rough.

You shudder visibly, eyes fluttering a little closed.

Jake's other hand moves up to your neck and he holds you tight, your air coming into your lungs with some effort. “You do, huh,” he hums, grinning cockily, teeth showing.

“I don't,” you respond, but it comes out as a purr. Embarrassed, you close your eyes and attempt to turn your face away from him, but his hand around your neck holds you in place.

“Where should I start, girl?” he asks lowly, leaning in, his breath fanning across your face.

“Let me go,” you snap, but your voice is weak and shaky, clearly hungry—hungry for him.

He chuckles and tsks. “If you won't tell me, I'll have to figure it out on my own.”

His hand releases your wrist and travels to cup your face. He grabs your cheek and drags his thumb down your lips, eyes catching on your plump lip as he caresses it. He inhales a sharp breath as he snakes his thumb into your mouth, pressing his digit down against your tongue.

You groan in protest, but your resolve falters and you end up humming softly, in a wordless plead for more.

He pulls his finger out of your mouth and trails it down your chest, under your beaded necklace and around a breast. He massages your tit, eyes locked on yours, as you pant softly. He pinches your nipple between his forefinger and his middle finger, making you whine softly, back arching and forcing your chest further into his touch.

“It seems this is the only way to put you in your place, huh, girl?” he hums, inching his face down to your chest. “By treating you like the dirty little slut you are.”

You mewl softly, pussy clenching around nothing, folds dripping.

“Yeah, that's right,” Jake continues, voice dangerously low. His mouth reaches your chest, his tongue maneuvering around your beaded necklace and suckling on your nipple. “You're a little whore, aren't you? Just acting up because you want some cock. Isn't that right, girl?” he says against your nipple, tongue spelling the words across your sensitive breast. You sigh gently even though there's still a sliver of you that wants to punch him away for being so good with his tongue.

He moves his head to your other breast, licking your other nipple as one of his hands trails down your torso, past your lower stomach, to your thigh and under your loincloth. Hi middle finger is rough and calloused as it trails between your folds, tracing all the way up from your entrance to your clit. You groan softly and he rubs circles against the nerve-packed bud, making your hips buck against his touch.

He removes his mouth from your tit and licks his way up to your neck. As he places wet, open-mouthed kisses against your throat, his thick finger slithers down to your slit. He pushes it inside you with ease, your spongy insides tight around his digit.

You gasp gently as he snakes his ring finger into you as well, curling both fingers against a spot inside you that makes your back arch.

He chuckles quietly, almost sadistically. “There it is.”

He continues to fondle you, movements rough but measured, carefully angled to make you jerk with each curl of his digits. His mouth reaches your jaw, nipping at your skin, and your body is trembling with frustration.

You moan gently, making him growl in response. “You're gonna say my name, girl,” he promises. “You're gonna beg me to fuck you, beg me to make you come, beg me to fill you up with my come.”

You writhe in place, barely held up by your weakening legs, but you shake your head. “I don't beg,” you gasp out, eyes shut tight from the pressure building within you.

“Still being a brat, I see,” Jake says. “It seems you still need to be disciplined, girl.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you over to a large rock that rests by a stream. He sits on the rock and pulls you to him, draping you across his lap.

You struggle to push yourself up and get out of his grasp, but he presses a hand against the small of your back, holding you in place. You can feel his cock, hard as a rock, press against your stomach.

His other hand caresses your inner thigh, teasing its way up to your ass.

“First lesson for you: you don't say no to me,” he says, spanking your ass, making the pain whip through you with such force, the breath is knocked from your lungs. “Count them.”

You shake your head again, and he spanks you once more. “I wasn't asking, girl. You will count them, just like you will beg for my cock.” He spanks you harshly, and a soft gasp leaves your parted lips. “You know how to count, yes?”

You nod feebly.

“Then count.” He spanks you once more and you tremble in his grasp, skin slick with sweat from the pain and the pleasure.

“Four,” you say, voice shaky.

He spanks you, a little softer this time.

“Five,” you announce.

“That's good. Atta girl.” His hand falls to the skin of your ass, the sound reverberating against the foliage around you.

“Six.”

Another spank, another little whimper from you as you manage, “Seven.”

“That's right. If you keep being a good little slut, I just might eat your wet little cunt,” he offers, and something within you purrs, eager to have his smart little mouth between your thighs.

He spanks, you count. You're not sure how long it goes on for, but you do know that you eventually start mixing numbers, saying the first one that comes to mind, not really keeping track. Tears are streaming down your face, lips open, breathing heavy, your own spit coating your chin.

With one final spank that you barely feel from how numb your ass has become, Jake says, “Have I made myself clear, girl?”

You nod, eagerly. “Yes, sir. I-I won't say no to you.”

He chuckles, the sound making your already-soaked cunt drip even more. “You're gonna behave now, aren't you, baby?”

You nod again. “Yes, sir.”

He lifts you up wordlessly, placing you on the rock and spreading your legs as he kneels between them. He hastily pushes your loincloth away, eyes falling to your sodden pussy.

His pupils dilate at the sight and he glances up at you through his eyelashes. Returning his eyes to your sex, he uses two fingers to push your folds apart and he admires the sight before him.

He hadn't been aware of how bad he wanted you until now. Until he had you too close to not touch, too close to not want, too close to not smell your scent and have it take over his mind.

If he's going to teach you something, he decides, it might as well be with his cock deep inside you.

He leans his face to your pussy and sticks his tongue out, flattening it against your clit before flicking it up and down, side to side, and then snaking it down to your entrance, drinking in your arousal.

You whine lowly, legs spreading wider, back arching, as you lean back on your elbows. Jake's hands come to your thighs to hold them apart as he slides his tongue into you. He can taste you, he can taste how bad you need him. And it excites him even more.

His cock prods against his loincloth, precum dribbling out the tip, staining the thin fabric. Fuck, he needs you to touch him, to suck him off, to let him into your tight, warm pussy.

But he hangs on. He watches you, watches your reactions as his tongue drags across your cunt, as he sucks your clit, as he licks your folds, as he kisses your thighs.

The slurping of Jake's tongue on your pussy is all you can hear. Well, that and your ridiculous moans. Your back arches, your legs shake. Your fingers dig into the rock beneath you, and you can feel your orgasm pricking at your skin, warning you of its nearing arrival.

“Jake,” you gasp, throwing your head back as your eyes flutter. “Jake, I can't—”

“Come on, little slut,” he says, mouth full of you, chin slick with your arousal. “Don't tell me it's too much. You're so wet for me, so needy. There's no way you don't want me to make you come on my tongue and then on my cock.”

“I do,” you gasp, hips rocking against his face. “I do, but—”

He bites you. Sinks his teeth against your clit, nibbling on it, his sharp canine dragging against your sensitive bud in the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

You cry, “Fuck!”

“No but's, girl,” he says against you. “If you're going to misbehave, you're going to have to deal with the consequences. So deal with them, you brat.”

The way he calls you a brat makes you even wetter. Your body is shaking, your breath leaving your lungs, your thighs trying to clench together, but he holds them wide open.

“Fuck,” you gasp again as he slides a finger into you, leaving his tongue to flick against your clit. You're dizzy with pleasure, body contorted with the buzz of your approaching orgasm.

“You should be thankful, too,” he adds, nibbling at your folds. “I could leave you here now, all wound up and dripping, without offering you the release you're crying for.”

“No!” you gasp, hips bucking up against his face. “No, please, please let me come.”

“I will,” he tells you. “Once you thank me for the favor I'm doing you.”

Through the searing pleasure, you purse your lips, adamant against giving in. Your eyes blink down at him and he can see the defiance in your gaze.

He raises an eyebrow. “No?” he questions, slowing the movement of his fingers.

Normally, you'd be too proud to give him what he wanted. But this was more for your benefit; you needed this, and you weren't too proud to go after what you wanted.

“Thank you,” you tell him between groans.

“For what, girl?” He orders, “Say it.”

“For...for disciplining me and making me come,” you respond between whines. “Thank you, sir.”

He chuckles darkly, lowly. It makes you shudder against him, your body quivering, your lungs inhaling sharply at the increasing ecstasy within you.

His fingers pick up the pace again, curling against that spot within that makes your toes curl, your eyes flutter.

“Thank you,” you repeat, over and over, a soft chant, the only words left in your mind as he eats you out. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The pleasure is unbearable, blinding, so intense it makes your ears ring and your body start to tremble.

Jake can feel how close you are. He can tell by the way you hold your breath, by the way you squeeze around his fingers, by the way your body writhes.

And then you come, hips rocking against his mouth, arousal dripping out of you, his name escaping your lips.

“Jake,” you gasp. “Jake.”

The sound makes his ears perk up, his cock twitching in anxious eagerness. He keeps licking at you, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing your thighs further apart only to lick his way into your entrance, savoring your orgasm.

You whine and jerk away from him, overstimulated, but to no avail; he holds you tight, nails digging into your thighs as he cleans you with his mouth.

When he's done, Jake glances up at you, lips swollen, chin slick with your arousal, and he grins that stupid, cocky grin.

You're still gasping, breathing heavily when he stands and pulls you to your feet. He turns you around and pushes your chest down against the rock you were lying on moments ago.

He kicks your foot, spreading you out for him, as he tangles a hand in your hair and forces your cheek against the hard rock.

Without a warning, Jake's cock slides over your pussy, pushing your folds aside, and then slides into you with ease.

He groans as he bottoms out, bruising your cervix, making you grimace and jerk your hips away from him in equal parts pain and pleasure.

“Where do you think you're goin'?” he scoffs, grabbing your hip with his large hand, pulling you back to him as he tugs on your hair.

“'s too much,” you groan, cunt clenching around his long cock.

He throbs inside of you almost painfully, twitching and ready to fuck you hard.

“I don't care,” Jake seethes in your ear. “You got to come, why shouldn't I? Now, listen to me, girl, I am going to use you, understood? As long as I want to, as long as I need to.” He leans down to your ear and says, “You're going to be my good little whore, otherwise you'll have consequences. You don't want that, do you?”

You shake your head, muttering, “No.”

“No, what?”

“No, sir,” you respond, shaking.

“That's a good slut,” he says as he begins thrusting in and out of you, his hips crashing against yours.

You whine, back arched, head being tugged back by Jake's harsh hold on your hair, tears of both pain and pleasure welling in your eyes and spilling down your face.

Soon, you're sobbing, body quaking, pussy raw and swollen, as you beg, “Jake, please, please...”

“Take it,” Jake orders, groaning as his cock pounds you. “Take it like the brat you are. Don't think cryin' will get you any pity from me, girl. I'll use your cunt as much as I want to, and you won't do a goddamn thing to stop it.”

You're shaking, crying, your own spit coating your chin as you withstand Jake's wonderful, bruising pace. You can feel another orgasm growing within you, ready to burst, ready to prove how much you fucking love what he's doing to you.

Jake can tell.

He can feel the way you grow tighter around him, the way your legs shake and your breaths falter and the way your moans turn into mewls.

He chuckles between groans. “Fuckin' slut,” he says. “You beg me to stop, but come when I don't. Say it, girl,” he tells you, voice low and thick, “say how much you like me using you, how much you enjoy the way I turn you into my cumslut. My little toy.”

You moan unintelligibly, unable to formulate thoughts, let alone words.

He laughs, “Yeah, you just needed some cock, isn't that right? That's why you were acting up. You just needed a good dickin' down.”

You writhe under him, crying and torn between begging for him to stop and for him to give you more.

His relentless pace keeps up even as your orgasm washes over you, rattling your body, making the edges of your vision grow black.

He continues fucking you, his hips slamming into yours, your hip bruised from where he holds it, your scalp hurting as he pulls your hair.

And then, finally, just when you think you're going to faint from the pleasure, he comes, hot spurts of his seed filling your insides.

He comes and comes and comes, the liquid oozing out of you, dripping down your thighs as he finally pulls his cock out of you.

You're panting, boneless as you try to stand on wobbly legs.

Jake gives you a quick look, studying you up and down, before saying, “Tomorrow, same place, same time. Don't be late, girl.”

And he walks away.

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[pandorafallz]

Vampire AU | Learn to See

After a quick breakfast in his human body from supplies from his fridge than the fire-cooked stuff, Jake was glad to stretch out in his Avatar. Though his body was very displeased by the missed meal by the grumbles growing in his gut he was met with Jake was surprised to see a wrapped Niktsyey of veg waiting for him beside his hammock with a cup of water. So he chugged the water down and then ate it happily.

Jake had barely gotten his new shorts and shirt on by the time his curtain moved and N’deh popped his head around the edge, a little cautiously before he realised he was in fact, dressed. Barely.

“Jakesully.”

“Thank you for leaving some food for me,” Jake said appreciatively because there was only one person who had the time to make and leave it for him by the time he had linked back up.

N’deh just nodded. “I knew your body would be hungry, unlike Sky people, I have no way to feed empty bodies. Leaving your food was your next best option when you didn’t return”

Jake’s head tilted though he felt a little…touched that the man was willing to feed an unconscious body if it were possible. A…unexpected expression of care. “Still... I really appreciate it.”

N’deh nodded again in acknowledgement though his eyes took in his mauri carefully though his face fell a little. “You have not decorated much, I see? I hoped by now you would have added expression to your home.”

Jake craned his head about. “Not...really? Right now, this is simply for storing my avatar. My decoration is mostly in with my human body.”

N’deh frowned lightly. “But this is also your body. You should care for it by leaving it in a place of pride. No one leaves their belongings discarded on the ground after use. Be…respectful of what this body provides you.” He lectured lightly. “It may be small but there can be much done to make it your home. Come, I shall show you mine.”

Jake blinked in a little bemusement at the Na’vi’s abrupt disappearance and attitude but followed after. In all honesty, it hadn’t occurred to him to decorate more than hanging his clothes up. He got up, changed then left for the day, only to return at night change and let his avatar rest. He hadn’t found much reason to change when it worked out quite well.

In all honestly, peeking into N’deh’s mauri was a surprise; it wasn’t what he expected. He had never ventured into N’deh’s Mauri before. He expected N’deh to have a bow up and a good few arrows lined up or jewellery like the woven navy blue and teal collar he always had on, which it was an unusual colour given Tsu’tey and most male Omatikaya had red or maroon chokers now that he thought about it.

But, N’deh’s mauri had…lots of human trinkets in it. A bookshelves of books, a watch, and bits and bobs, but what stood out to take was the art pieces and the…pictures that laid upon the woven surfaces.

Jake’s eyes lingered on the childish handprints of fingerpaint and childish hand-drawn writing but his attention was to the photographs.

Many were from the school, clearly. Many of the kids, Augustine at the front in one, touching both her blue ears and the writing behind her looking to be describing elements of the body in English. The photograph was taken from the back as many students were mirroring Augustine.

A few were of the other students, some posing and some not. Jake recognised Neytiri in one in a hug-together picture with a taller, and slightly older girl… with a familiar necklace he had seen Augustine’s avatar wear. There was certainly a…resemblance between Neytiri and this girl. Was this…her sister? The one that had...died at the school?

One photo was much closer to N’deh’s hammock. Dr Augustine with one arm slung around N’deh’s shoulder, his arm around her waist while her arm was around his as well and both grinning at the camera.

“You were…at the school?” Jake couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes, Eytukan thought it would be…wise to have me there to supervise the children.” N’deh said, “he was still a little…suspicious of the sky people and what would be taught so to settle his feelings, I would go and accompany them up until my banishment, a year prior to the closing.”

Jake nodded, though bent down to read the spines of the books.

Complex Mathematics, Classroom Edition

Wonders of Earth (2019 Edition) by Geographical Nature

Much Ado About Nothing, William Shakespeare.

A Botanist’s Vocabulary

Elements of the Philosophy of Plants; Containing the Principles of Scientific Botany of With a History of the Science, and Practical Illustrations… by Augustin Pyramus de Candolle

The Human body.

The Wonders of Pandoran Plants, By Grace Augustine.

Advanced Reading Comprehension and Writing.

The Lorax

Jake blinked a little at the range of books N’deh had. He could see a few more books piled on the side, but the spines were away but it was clear to see…N’deh liked to read. He liked to read human books and…liked elements of their culture, by the looks of it as well. He had pencils and… had a chess board tucked away, between his Na’vi appropriate belongings, a small loom set off to the side next to his personal rack.

“The point I make is that I’ve decorated my space with my interests, by things that were given to me or made for me,” N’deh said, touching at one of the children’s finger paintings he had pinned up. “Kim and Jerome have as well. Just because you vacate this body often, it doesn’t mean it should be left on a shelf until it’s convenient.” N’deh placed his hands on Jake’s chest. “As I said before, have some pride. It is your home.”

Jake met the steely yellow gaze and he all he could do was nod once.

“Hey Jake, Come help me collect mud and clay! I have an oven I wanna you to help build!” Nadine called from down below, waving her datapad with designs over her head at him.

 -

Ruby’s tail flickered irritably as she set about adding more rock texturing paint across the windows of her home; the ones that weren’t going to be used for viewing. Although her hands worked on muscle memory, her mind was…distant and uncomfortable.

Vampires.

It should have been a funny fucking joke. A story for their amusement and now…they were real?? Like what the fuck? When were vampires a thing and how the fuck did they get onto this goddamn planet without anyone noticing? How come she didn’t…remember anything? What did the bloodsuckers do to them in their lapses of memory? Sure, their blood but…did they enjoy them in more than that way?

Ruby didn’t know and in all honesty, she didn’t know if she wanted to know. Blood was certainly taken, that was fact given the light Kendra had shone on them showing them the markings of being feasted upon.

Ignorance was truly bliss; she’d be much happier not knowing and living out here in peace and quiet. Why did Sully have to tell them? What was the point? It wasn’t like it was their problem now, was it?

“If Hell’s Gate finds out, then the vampires can leave then we’re on the menu. We’re not so protected. The Na’vi cannot protect us against these creatures.”

Sully did have some…logic, she supposed. She had squat to work on if these things came for them. They had Garlic. She could trade some for potatoes from their camp for some and get that growing. The Na’vi might be interested in Garlic as well which meant they had to get a lot more grown for the clan as well. It wouldn’t take long. All the plants seemed to grow and grew like weeds so it was likely to be harvested sooner than they would have been on Earth. A plus for them.

“You okay, Ruby?”

Her head turned, looking down to Zeke who barely came to her hips. He was dressed down into a tank top and shorts today and there was mud all over his hands and a large rough blue-ish rock in his hands.

“I’m fine.” She said, putting the wooden end of her brush into her mouth to dab some paint away with her pinkie.

“Wanna check out this sweet rock I found?” Zeke offered. “Copper ore!” he held out the rock to her.

Ruby turned to him though curiously peaked as he held it out. “Metal ore?” The Na’vi weren’t going to be happy about that. He set it into her palm when she knelt and set her paint pallet down, allowing her to turn it about.

“It’s… well I didn’t mine it. If it’s free game along the surface like any of the rocks they make for beads and weapons, then we can use this. We know why they follow their laws and we can follow the intention behind it after all. This isn’t much worse than their stone beads or stone arrowheads, after all.” He answered.

Even so, Ruby had a feeling it wouldn’t be welcomed but… he had a point. The Na’vi that used stone for tools clearly used some non-renewable resources. Plus, she supposed they could smelt this down and they weren’t doing what the RDA were doing.

“Collect what you can, sparingly,” Ruby said, handing it back. “If the rivers hold ores, we should be careful on how the rivers and plant life handle the minerals. I’ll make adjustments to our water filters so we shouldn’t have to worry about copper or metal poisoning.”

Zeke gave her a thumbs up. “I know sorta how to make a small smelter but gathering the tools will take time. I’m no engineer.”

“We can hold off on that until we can get to the other shacks.” Ruby mused. “It’ll be a pain going back and forth as there’s a lot but…we should probably think like hoarders and get what we can. We can split up the goods with the others.”

Zeke cocked his head to the side. “If you wanna think like a hoarder, just leave any junk behind and take the whole shack?”

There was a pause.

“The whole shack?”

Zeke nodded thoughtfully, “It’s just...an idea. Like, it’s a whole breathable atmosphere inside the shacks. More shacks, more space for us to have without masks, right?” He offered. “We can link the shacks together, or with someone engineering, we could cut a few up to make a bigger space than a module city.”

Ruby blinked but she felt the lights of ideas run through her mind at the…possibilities. She hadn’t thought of that; only of the stuff inside of what would be useful. Hell, Trinity’s group was using two shack modules for all of them while they got the lab. It had been a debate on which group got which but Ruby had won the Rolab for the basis of science; space needed to ensure that the thing they were eating would be safe or could be constructed in the RoLab or in an emergency situation, a sterile place for surgery. Not that they thought they needed it but they kept the lab clean for a reason. They had their living space and link-beds attached but it was separated by an airlock.

It would…be nice. Zeke could have his own personal shack as well. She could fuck Zane as loud as she wanted without giving their third wheel an eyeful or keep him up all night. Reza said they had wiped most and that left… at minimum forty shacks dotted about, excluding the numbers that had dual or more modules, which could up the shack numbers to maybe sixty or seventy modules. A lot of space; breathable space.

“Where could we put them?” She wondered.

“I don’t know but… I’m sure we could put them into some underground caves for storage in the meantime?” Zeke suggested, rubbing the back of his head. “Like, it’s risky and we have to use the Samson’s but…the prizes would be worth it.”

Ruby nodded softly. “It is…tempting. But we’ll need to run this past the others. If we take shacks, we’ll need to figure something out for everyone. Sully and Reza have a Samson, I heard the camp had an older one but it’s long dead. We can use that for parts. We have two Samson’s between our two camps. That’s three altogether. One can lift a single module. Two for a RoLab.”

“One for security.”

Ruby hummed, tapping her arm lightly with her brush and not realising it was the wet end. “Get these ideas written down for tomorrow, we can discuss with Sully on organising at least getting two modules. We can negotiate on the content.”

Zeke perked up. “Yep! Yep, that sounds fun.” He clapped her knee happily and with the copper held up, he dashed straight inside.

She watched him fondly, her earlier concerns remaining distant. Less relevant. Vampires weren’t a problem for them so why make it a problem for now? Ruby bent down to get back to work then tittered loudly as she realised her arm was covered in paint.

Wonderful.

 -

The oven was surprisingly fun to create, Jake found as he was Nadine’s able hands as she set tasks upon him and Morgan with her direction. They coated a wooden surface with clay and let that sun dry with the sand. N’deh had been immediately against having them set a stone brick and mortar base as it was against the third law of Eywa; ‘setting stone upon stone’. Too similar to building a ‘house’ so they had to improvise with a portable clay oven. The bases were made of the Pandoran version of Bamboo shoots which were coated in clay in a square structure to act as the main firewood storage. It was bigger than planned to account for their portion sizes. So by the time lunch came, almost all the pieces of the oven were done, the rest had to dry. Like the dome’s ‘piping’ was still drying out before they could form the dome. But they had the dirt ready and waiting.

Lunch was a simple meal, Jerome cooked a simple stew but this time with spice now that they knew their avatar bodies could take it well. Kim looked positively gleeful and practically inhaled it and a second bowl as well. “I was craving something, didn’t think it was the spice” was all she had said.

N’deh had watched in amusement as he ate his own bowl of stew—Nadine had saved him some last second before the spices were added since he was the only pure-blooded Na’vi who couldn’t tolerate it.

Jake fed himself in his human body after that, did some stretches then returned to his avatar to help with the mother loom with N’deh and Kim.

Even after a month and a bit with this, Jake’s skill was not the best but he had seen improvements in the quality of his work which was very satisfying to see. Plus, working the threading was easier when he had made it as well. They were carrying on with a large mauri piece, so the loom was fully extended and the weavings were large and tight. Kim remained diligent in keeping the tension with the crank while Jake helped with the large shuttle and made a few minor corrections to the weave pattern.

“…as I said, sorry for not believing you, man.” Jerome’s voice reached them before either Avatar or Morgan arrived. Jake’s head craned towards them briefly but returned back to work when the shuttle came his way.

“I get it, but… thanks, Jer.” Morgan clapped the man on the leg. “Shame you can’t test and see if you were nibbled on any more. Seems the avatars weren’t part of the menu.”

Jerome snorted a little. “Yeah… kinda glad I don’t know. Who knows how long they’ve been here? But, it does make sense in the manner of how they’re doing it and why…from a scientific standpoint.”

Morgan gave him a weird look. “You really don’t mind them eating us? Attacking us? Wiping our memory?”

Jerome frowned, “I don’t know the mechanics of their abilities. I don’t condone it either but… they still have to eat at the end of the day. The fact they’re not hunting avatars, Na’vi or… well, the wild animals seems to say that they can’t. They have to rely on the human population. I’d rather have them fed and happy, with all humans accounted and healthy than any of them starving and going on a rampage. Anyone who’s died on Pandora seems to be killed by Pandoran wildlife or accidents at work. Even before I left, there were no injuries or death-related injuries where blood loss and bites were part of it.”

Morgan frowned. “Well, as someone who was bitten many, many times. I ain’t on board with that so…don’t go singing their praises to me.”

“Vampires are predators. Sky people are their prey.” N’deh called, also having been listening in. “It is natural for resentment. You fear them. Our prey species run from being hunted as well, just as much as the Na’vi run from Palulukan.”

“That’s different.” Morgan deflected. “The animals we eat aren’t sentient…or have any Sight of Eywa, as your people would understand. These people hunt on sentient prey. Us. They know we don’t like it.”

“And you wonder why they remove your memory?” N’deh remarked dryly, not looking away from the thread adjustment he was doing.. “But, they have not killed. That shows restraint. They do not wish to kill you. They may not be Na’vi or a human, but it shows that they are rational and thus, have their own culture and lifestyle that is beyond hunger-fuelled death. If they can only feed on humans, ignorance must be essential for peace otherwise they will starve, thus they remove the memory of their feeding.”

Jake eyed N’deh for a moment but opted to not stroke that fire. Clearly, as someone who wasn’t prey to these creatures, he didn’t see them the same way. If anything, he sounded fascinated by this species, more so than Jerome. Which again was weird. These people were capable of wiping out the entire Omatikaya clan within an hour alone if they wanted to; that knowledge alone should be terrifying. One vampire could kill twenty armed warriors within 5 seconds. No stone wall to stop them or the distance between even if they made a run for it. Humans were pursuit predators back in the day. But these things could outlast them. Human technology couldn’t outlast them either.

Morgan wrinkled his nose. “I’m sure you’ll feel differently after they get inside your brain.”

“Are you worried that they fed from you or that they may have taken more from you?” N’deh asked, gently climbing down the loom.

Morgan’s arms crossed over his chest. “One seduced me into my bed.”

N’deh cocked his head to the side. “Did this vampire touch you in a sexual manner in the time that you recall their feed?”

Morgan sucked his teeth but shook his head a little. “No.”

“Then it seems their interest is more for your blood, than your body. Perhaps there is culture in their feedings, they may have seduced you but not for sexual activities as you believed.” N’deh spoke calmly. “I cannot know for sure but.. I’m sure you would tell if someone took advantage of your body.”

Jake secured the shuttle then gently climbed down and took his leave—this was not a conversation he wanted to be a part of or one he wanted to think about—so he headed back towards the camp, treading carefully as usual to avoid footprints and thankfully, he spotted Neytiri but to his surprise, she was not alone as she jumped off Seze’s back. Tsu’tey also was with her with his own Ikran, peering into his shack curiously.

“Hey!” He waved happily, though he eyed Tsu’tey a little longer when he got close. Neytiri was an often visitor but not Tsu’tey. Clearly, something was up. “Is everything okay?”

Neytiri nodded, “Of course. I spoke to my father and he agreed to allow me to train you to be a hunter. Your human days at Hometree will be your rest days to allow your Dreamwalker to rest, but there can be…changes to account for your home chores.” She added, gesturing to his shack.

“You’re to watch gleefully from the sidelines, aren’t you?” Jake said, directing this to Tsu’tey had had since smirked a little; clearly knowing what was in store for him.

“Yes.” Tsu’tey agreed.

“Tsu’tey is here to get more accustomed to your home, he has only come to pick you up before now but had not learned its layout and purposes. There’ll be times when my duty as Tsakarem pulls me from your training. Tsu’tey will take over on those occasions.”

Jake eyes the warrior for a moment, not sure if that was for better or for worse. Neytiri was smart, brilliant and beautiful. Tsu’tey was grumpy, paranoid and looked like he’d take great pleasure from his suffering. He wasn’t sure if Tsu’tey could ‘teach’ anything.

“When shall we start?”

“Tomorrow. You’ll be in your Dreamwalker at Hometree then. Ashelysloan has also requested to be trained as a hunter along with MingxiaWu and Trinityharper. Tsu’tey will tend to a portion of them when they arrive but I will accept them as students as well.” Neytiri said though remained a little uncertain. “If they can keep up.”

“Don’t be too harsh,” Jake added, mostly to Tsu’tey. “Our human bodies aren’t…designed to navigate this world like yours. Things will be difficult, they will be slower because they’re smaller and we haven’t had a tree to climb in generations. The moment you start judging on their inabilities, you’ll get a lecture.” He promised because he was sure that of all the people who needed to hear that warning, it was Tsu’tey.

“They will learn.”

“I’m sure they will.” Jake agreed, though made way towards their storage supplies where he knelt to find where Nadine left his cloth and sewing supplies. Parts of a loom N’deh was crafting were still about—later’s problem. “So, the others are at our main loom working on pieces for Kim and Jerome’s expansion for their mauri if you want to see them. She wants to get it done before she gets too pregnant to scale it correctly.”

“Many pregnant women work with our mother loom with no issue,” Tsu’tey remarked.

“I don’t doubt their abilities, but she’s carrying two babies which will double her efforts. Plus, she said as much to me anyway.” It wasn’t like he was judging. Kim knew her limits and they were respecting it. From what he had seen, Na’vi pregnancies were a little lighter on the Na’vi body than human pregnancies. Women hunted up to at least a week until they gave birth and even then, they could hunt after. They have better joints and movements so they weren’t as fragile and much more durable, and while the pregnancy was about the time in length, the Na’vi babies looked to pop out much more developed than humans. “You know, she’s having two girls?”

Neytiri’s head cocked to the side. “Now do you know? They’re not born yet?”

“No, but sky people have the technology to see into the womb.” He said, “We’ve used this technology for almost…two hundred years. It helped us diagnose babies’ illnesses or deformities before birth, allowing some doctors to operate and allow the child to grow into health prior to birth. We can see their faces or… see if it’s a girl or a boy.”

Neytiri looked a little perturbed but also intrigued at the notion. “So you are able to see if the babies Kim carries are healthy.”

“Yes, I think she plans to bring the scanner when the doc from Harper’s camp comes down to help explain it better. Any human who gets pregnant is gonna want that technology to monitor their pregnancy. Pandora is…different. It may affect our babies in ways we don’t know yet and our babies are already born premature as it is.”

“I suppose we’ll find out how our pregnancies are alike or different at some point but now, it’s hardly a productive conversation. To my knowledge, sky people don’t have babies in our world.”

“I haven’t seen any but that doesn’t surprise me. The Sky people tend to have rules against relationships. Not that it stops anyone; it’s a formality.” He was a marine; he knew what went down and he was certain that a lot was happening behind closed doors. Ruby and Zane, for starters. He bet for one, Quaritch has a routine to get someone in his bed if he so desires it.

“How sad,” Neytiri replied.

Jake soon showed Tsu’tey around mostly; their growing plants in the ground that had sprouted well and on their way to be growing food in a few months tie and the weed was growing very healthily and taller everyday which he was excited for, he showed the Mauri’s; which was his mostly. Though getting to his own shack on the ground, he showed the pair how to work the door safely; if there was an emergency then how to shut down the link bed.

“It’s an emergency stop, but I have been warned by Ashley and… by some of the drivers, that this can hurt. Jerome said it had even killed an avatar once in the early days of avatars but… sometimes an emergency doesn’t care and it has to be done. If the RDA find my camp and I’m in here, they’ll hit the button to get me out regardless.” He had explained. Neytiri had worried a little. Tsu’tey had surprisingly lightened up a little.

“You trust us with this information?” he had asked. “You know I do not like you, even if you do provide our clan aid.”

“I don’t care that you do not like me. I know you do not hate me otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.” Jake had pointed out, “We’re… on neutral ground, I would say. I can trust that.”

The two didn’t stay too long after that and left, but Jake didn’t miss the lingering look Neytiri gave to him as she jumped back into Seze’s back.

 -

“Once Captain Hale leaves for the night, we’re clocked in for the night shift.” One woman said quietly. “Everything’s on standby. Conner’s already got the schedules down and equipment loaded. Let’s do this quickly, quietly and go like we’re leaving for a shift. Put any extra clothes on underneath your current ones to make up for any space you’re lacking in your bag. Once we’re gone, we’re not coming back to do some shopping.”

“Sounds like a plan. But where’s the endgame?” a man asked.

“Right now, doesn’t matter. The night shift isn’t as tightly watched. They don’t find out till morning so we have to put distance between us and then in that time. We’re not taking a ship or anything. Gates got us the scent shit so the wildlife will leave us alone.” The woman said, eyeing the group. “This ain’t gonna be an easy trip. It’s still a high risk out there but…given there are a good few people gone and no bodies back, shows that we can survive. We don’t need Hell’s Gate or any of their bullshit. So, folks, Let’s live a little and thrive. Humans stick together, after all.”

Ten miners, one SecOps and one SciOps left after dusk.

They did not return.

 -

Jake woke sharply to a knocking on his window, sitting up, and fumbled along the wall for the bar light before he squinted to see Neytiri’s face peering through the window at him, her rider mask on.

“Tell her to fuck off. Imma sleeping.” Nadine grumbled, having also awoken by the sound. Rolling over but her snores echoed a few seconds later.

Neytiri pointed to the link bed through the window, enough to give Jake an idea of what she wanted before he slowly made his way out of bed, turned the light off behind him and got into the link bed.

He blinked into the darkness of his mauri though his avatar was tired, it was still good so he clambered out and down.

Neytiri was on Seze though he greeted her tiredly.

“This is kinda late. Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

“Possibly, but my mother said now was a good time before your training starts.”

“Good time for what?” Jake cambered up, his hands coming to her sides though his heart gave an odd squeeze as she lurched up and Seze took off, forcing him to have a tighter grip on her.

Neytiri didn’t answer but the answer came when the sight of a strange, glowing forest of pink trees with long willow-tree-like branches but without leaves that appeared in the distance and crawled close.  He could feel Neytiri’s reverence in how she flew and how Seze touched down.

Jake slipped off softly as well, though he felt a little…awed at the beauty of these trees. He had never seen these ones before. It felt…certainly felt special.

“What is this place?” he jumped a little as a flurry of fan lizards were equally startled by his presence, his eyes following them as they circled about them.

“Utral Aymokriyä” Neytiri spoke, her eyes alight with fondness as she led the way. “You would call it… Trees of Voices. A very sacred spot.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “Am…I allowed here?”

“Only for the reason we are here tonight. Nothing else. You are not one of the people.”

Ouch, but Jake didn’t disagree. He was an outsider which meant this was clearly very important.

Neytiri led the day, taking a shallow breath in doing so, reaching for the tendrils that seemed to shiver and move as they got inside, reaching for them almost but never touching until Neytiri extended her arm and let her fingers touch the tendrils lightly.

“When an Omatikaya has given birth, a child’s first Tsaheylu is immediately set with their mother. This bonds them emotionally as parent to a child with unconscionable love. Our second Tsaheylu is with Eywa when infants are a few months into life and able to…understand and experience the love our Great Mother gives to each of her children.” Neytiri spoke, her eyes ahead as she came to a spot close to some large roots. “We typically go to the Tree of Souls, which is further out but some would choose these trees as their first connection with Eywa.”

Jake’s eyes took in the trees with some awe, noting the few woodsprites that danced along the tendrils.

“Warriors and hunters come here often. We bond with Eywa before events, so our memory and soul will be preserved within her should we perish.” Neytiri pulled her tswin from behind her, coming to connect it to the tendrils in front of her. “This is also a place for prayers to be heard…. Or answered.” Her beautiful yellow eyes remained open, her pupils seemed to dilate a little in response. “Our ancestors can be heard for generations. It is how they live. Within Eywa.”

Jake swallowed as she turned to look at him, unable to help himself as she reached a hand for him and allowed her to guide him to sit down at the roots where a few tendrils lay down close. His heart thumped a little, in an odd sense of anticipation.

“Is…it possible I do it wrong?” he asked, a little worried.

Neytiri chuckled softly, disconnecting her tswin to sit beside him. “No. This will be your first…communion with Eywa. She will understand.”

“Am…I the only one doing this?”

“My mother has come to the agreement that a single Dreamwalker will commune at a time in a single night. My father was against it but saw reason.” Neytiri spoke, “he saw how proof of your vampires changed their attitudes quickly to belief. If…all those with Dreamwalkers can See, then I sense those without may follow but…we are extending a lot of trust by bringing you here.”

Jake didn’t feel less anxious by that fact alone. Sure, he could definitely see this was a huge deal….he hoped he didn’t fuck it up. Of all the things to fuck up, this should not be part of it.

“I-I won’t break it.” He promised faintly, “Just…what should I do?”

Neytiri reached for the tendril and pulled it forward. “Your tswin will curl around naturally, close your eyes and keep your mind blank of thought but allow yourself to follow what direction you’re pulled in. You will hear the voices of our ancestors first but try to seek below their presence. She will sense why you are here and respond.”

Jake took a steady breath, pulling his braid from behind over his shoulder until he gripped near the end, allowing the hair to fall away from the pink tendrils that still kinda freaked him out if he stared at them for too long. Couldn’t be too hard to mess up putting A to B, right?

Right?

Jake felt her hand on his arm yet remained quiet as he guided his tswin to the tendrils and closed his eyes.

At first, he felt a soft echo of noise in his…ears, yet he didn’t feel them twitch towards any direction. The sound, he realised was voices; barely catching enough to understand what they were saying. A singing song, a weaving chant—a child giggling happily. Yet, there was something else below that.

He could feel the soft pull and reminded himself to flow with it. He could…feel the soft pulsing, like a heartbeat that echoed around him that was subtle and quiet and lulled him onwards… but it was quick as he felt the teetering edge of something. Beyond the voices that these trees were renowned for, it was like his very being was…being guided.

The teetering stopped as he allowed himself to cave and fall. It felt the dam of emotion suddenly wash through his very veins, a warm and…connection that he hadn’t experienced before seemed to light through his soul. He felt…

Not alone.

An unfamiliar sensation.

The beating of the heart was loud, as was the soft breath.

Jake was…accustomed to being alone. Loneliness. The absence of people. He had gotten better, he had reconnected and while he struggled to balance his camp mates, there was that distance he had kept in his heart that…had a shred of loneliness. The absence of what he had needed.

Gone by the death of his parents.

Gone by the death of his twin brother.

It was just him. The last Sully of his bloodline on Earth. How lonely that was in the population of 20 billion people. How could he not be alone with that? Years before Tommy had died, just after his chair, he was used to it, the growth of absence when Tommy had vanished for years with little to talk about when he was training to come here. He had missed out on talking to Tommy. Missed out on his last few weeks of life. How little he knew of what had become of Tommy before his death. The RDA’s non-disclosure didn’t help.

His connections to his war group had dwindled with each of their losses, though he had taken great pleasures with Nadine in their time in the war; it was in most part to relieve stress but… he had closed that connection after what had happened to the both of them. He had gotten used to her absence after that, but they had connected back.

Jake was used to loneliness.

So feeling the sense of…warmth and connection was quickly overwhelming. He was aware his breath was shuddering, but he didn’t want to find his way back.

He could feel the pulsing warmth of…simply her.

It…wasn’t as strong as he expected but in some part, of why was simple; this place was not for such emotional visits like this; the Tree of Souls would serve a greater and more spiritual connection.

This was enough.

He could feel the connections were like a binding web, of voices of the dead, fragments of life still lived between both spirit and material. It went beyond where he was sitting. A delicate balance between predator and prey, the…unfamiliar love that seemed to connect even to him now to this balance of life.

Eywa’s presence was simply there. Under and around. Breathing with the wind or ratting through the leaves.

Now you see.

Jake opened his eyes, realising for a moment that he was crying softly but he couldn’t find the strength to disconnect as he seemed to surface back towards the voices. Not knowing if the absence would remain or not.

“Jake.” Neytiri’s voice echoed.

“I see.” His whispered.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

More than just a game

Warnings: dark elements including noncon and rape, oral, fingering, doxxing, stalking, and other explicit content. 

This is dark!Jake Jensen and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a new gaming buddy but he sees you as more than that.

Note: So this is my first Jake Jensen fic and it was lots of fun so let me know what you think and hope you enjoy. :D

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Special shout-out to @navybrat817​ for helping me with this idea

After too many nights scrolling through subreddits and searching for something to keep you distracted, you decided to bite the hook. Several other redditors agreed to hop on Minecraft and it had been a while since you logged in. You missed the almost relaxing ritual of mining and building.

You joined the chat, quick to hit the little microphone emblem as you listened to the voices in your headset. You learned long ago to keep your mic muted on the servers, especially with strangers. The last time you dared to speak up as a woman in a game chat, your DMs had become so overwhelmed you deleted and started a new account on Discord and changed your ID on Steam.

You were all given your tasks as players called out coordinates and you kept to chopping up the side of a mountain. You mostly worked alone, chatting through text instead of voice chat. As you placed a crafting table in your little mine, another player, JJ-Smooth, popped up and dropped some iron for you. 

He stayed close but you didn’t mind. A lot of players tried to work together the deeper they got and you were used to it. As you uncovered some lava, he dumped water before you could get burned and helped you hack up the obsidian. 

He thanked you on the voice chat but you knew any courtesy in return would earn you the attention of the entire server. So you dropped some gold for him and went on your way.

“I hear a zombie,” he warned.

You turned to hack up the undead before it could get you, only to be shot by a skeleton hidden on the next level. Another appeared and you died before you could hide, the bony villain killed by your ally as you watched your possession scatter over the death screen.

“Hey, I got your stuff,” he said as you loaded back up, “I’ll find you.”

You typed quickly in the chat, ‘sorry, mic busted, give me your coordinates and I’ll come to you.’

You waited as ‘JJ-Smooth is typing…’ appeared at the bottom and finally he sent the numbers. You hopped over the blocky hills and through the forests until you found the mine again. He was just outside and handed over all your tools and ration. He headed back into the mine and you followed him. This time, you began your own path in the opposite direction.

Before you knew it, you’d lost track of time. You sat back as you realised it was only you and JJ on the server. The silence should have tipped you off earlier. He was the host and you felt super awkward for staying so long. You typed that you were logging off for the night and thanked him. 

You hit the keyboard with your knuckle and yawned as you opened the screen, 

“God, it’s late,” you muttered.

“Hello?” he said.

Your eyes rounded as you looked at the mic symbol and the lack of red line made you cringe. You’d hit an extra button without noticing.

“Um, hi, sorry, I just--”

“Mic busted, huh?” he asked.

“No, I--” you didn’t know what to say, “anyways, I should--”

“So, you’re a chick? Is that why you mute?”

“Uh, well, it’s just… easier, sorry, I--” even if you weren’t trying to hide from gamer dudes, you weren’t the best at conversation.

“A gamer girl, nice,” he said and you sighed, “sorry, that sounded weird, didn’t it?”

“Mhmm,” you touched your bottom lip as you cupped your chin, “it’s late, I have to work tomorrow.”

“You comin’ back?” he asked, almost hopeful.

“I don’t know--”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said abruptly, “promise, lips sealed.”

“I really don’t know if I can do this too much, I usually work early mornings so… yeah,” you said.

“I get it but you know you’re always welcome, hope you don’t mind if I send you an invite now and then. No pressure,” he offered.

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged, “okay, yeah, good night.”

You left the chat quickly and pulled off your headset. Shit.

‘I’m Jake by the way,’ a pm popped up, ‘gg.’

You typed back, ‘gg, it was fun’ and quickly logged out. You sat back and rubbed your eyes. Well, he didn’t seem like a total creep, maybe just a bit awkward but so were you. You shut down for the night and stretched out as you switched off the lamp. You were going to pay for your session in the morning.

🎮

A few nights later you got an invite to the server. You debated it but as it was Friday, you decided to make good use of the PC you’d saved up forever to build. You spawned in the middle of nowhere and built a bed before you found the half-finished settlement. You joined the chat but you must have been early as you were the only one there.

You headed back to the same mine, some work done since the first night, and laid your torches as you ventured into the depths. You jumped in your seat as a voice broke your peace.

“I don’t think anyone else is gonna join,” JJ-Smooth, or Jensen said, “you think maybe you’ll unmute?”

You stopped your mining and stared at the screen. You hovered over the mic button and re-read his name, he was the only other one there. You clicked and gave a strained smile to the screen.

“So, um, what’s the goal tonight?” you asked.

“Get some materials and go back to the settlement, keep building, oh, maybe we could try a portal, you ever gone to the nether?” he said but before you could reply he kept on, “shit, I shouldn’t assume, you seem like an experienced player.”

“Yeah, a few times, but I’m more a casual miner,” you went back to harvesting stone and ore.

“Ah,” he said, and it was silent for a moment, “so, you work again in the morning?”

“Not tomorrow,” you said as you focused on the game, “daycare isn’t open on the weekends.”

“A daycare, huh? That sounds fun, I love kids… not in a weird way but you know, I… urgh, I have a niece,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “nah, that’s cool though, sounds more fun than my gig.”

“Oh?” you turned and kept your axe moving.

“IT. You know, some people would be like ‘hey Jensen, why do you spend all your free time staring at a screen when that’s what you do at work?’” he scoffed, “well, who says I’m not mining there too.”

You wrinkled your forehead and gave a small laugh. He was rambling and it was kinda odd. You were happy for once not to be the strange one.

“But anyway,” he said, “I found lots of diamond over here. If we get some lapis lazuli we can build an enchanting table and get some sick armour.”

“Awesome,” you pressed your fingertips to your lip as you leaned on your elbow, “should try to head back before dark…”

“Hard to tell down here. How about you mine and I’ll keep an eye out for monsters?” he offered.

“Sure,” you agreed as he came onto your screen, “that works.”

🎮

Another week went by and you ventured back into the server a few times but not for very long as late nights did not mix with young children. The next weekend, you joined again on Saturday night and like the last few times it was just you and Jensen. You wondered why no one else was joining when the subreddit was so popular but you didn’t worry about it for long.

You mostly played in silence, Jensen did most of the talking and it was never about anything more than the game or his niece’s last soccer game. That night when you left the game, he kept typing on Discord.

‘I like playing with you,’ his message blipped up.

‘Same, thx.’

‘Really, you’re awesome.’

‘Thx :) Tired, gotta sleep.’

‘Sweet dreams.’

‘Night.’

You changed your status to offline and dragged yourself to bed. You opened your phone as you laid in the dark and went to the subreddit, you scrolled through the builds and screenshots of other people’s catastrophes. 

You came to Jensen’s last invite post from that night but all the comments complained that the world code was incorrect. Hmm, you should tell him next time.

You blackened your cell and plopped it on your night table. You rolled over and buried your face in the pillow, the light still etched into your vision. You fell asleep quickly and woke the next day to another invite from Jensen.

‘How about some Fortnite? If you’re into it?’

‘Srry, can’t, my mom’s expecting me for lunch.’

‘2 bad, maybe later.’

‘Maybe’.

You got ready to go see your mother for your usual Sunday afternoon visit and it went by like any other. When she asked you what you’d been up to, you didn’t mention the gaming, she was never a fan of it. When you got back home, Jensen was messaging you again. You didn’t open the notification and settled in to catch up on some streaming before another week of work.

Monday hit you like a train and you were glad you hadn’t spent the night mining again. If you had, you doubted you’d even be able to open your eyes. You got to the daycare centre and welcomed in the kids. You got them set up for the morning snack then cleaned up as Sandy took them over to the reading circle.

You wiped the tables and then did some painting before you went out for some play time in the yard. As you watched several of the children on the swings, you glanced around. There was a man across the street. You squinted through the chain link as he seemed to be watching but assured yourself it was nothing as he quickly headed for the corner and disappeared.

Inside, the kids were due for quiet time, some napped and those who didn’t, stared at the ceiling and yawned. You could have joined them but knew that wouldn’t be acceptable. The end of the day came and you helped the kids pack up their paintings and their sweaters. You waited in the yard with them as the parents showed up and handed them off one by one.

You waved to Danika as she clung to her mother and your eye was once more drawn beyond the chain link. The same faded grey jacket, the same glasses, and the hat with the frayed brim. It was a better look at the man. Was he looking at you? Why on earth was he hanging around outside a daycare?

“Sandy,” you turned and lowered your voice as she neared, “see that man?”

She peeked over and shrugged, “which one? The guy crossing the street?”

You looked up again and like before, he was walking away casually as if he hadn’t just been staring through the fence. You shook your head and huffed. “Sorry, never mind.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” she waved her fingers, “come on, let’s clean up.”

With the kids all sorted out, you went back in and tidied up the last of their mess. You and Sandy were friendly but like with any, you weren’t very talkative. You never really knew what to say but you were never unkind.

You pulled on your jacket and checked your purse for your phone and wallet. You checked the time and turned off the lights. You bid Sandy goodbye as she headed for her SUV and you took your usual route down the sidewalk towards your bus stop. 

You stopped short as the man was there. You were paranoid, he must just be waiting for the same route. You approached and he turned to watch you as you sat on the bench. He smiled and the dread sank deep in your chest. 

His rectangular glasses gave light to his blue eyes and a goatee trimmed his jaw. He was tall and well-built, you could tell even under his comic book tee. He was going to talk to you, another weirdo in the city.

“Hey,” his voice was chillingly familiar, “how was your day?”

You stared at him and blinked cluelessly. You looked around, it was only the two of you. You opened your mouth but you had to be wrong. He said your name and you winced.

“Jensen?” you breathed as you stood and squeezed the strap of your bag, “why? How--?”

“You weren’t answering me, I was worried,” he said, “just making sure you’re okay.”

“What the-- I don’t understand how--” He stepped closer and you backed up against the bench. “Don’t, I’ll scream.”

“Scream? Why? I’m just-- You know me, it’s me, Jensen.”

“You doxxed me?” you snapped, “what the hell?”

“No, I didn’t-- I’m just checking on you--”

“I don’t know you,” you said as your heart began to race, “so please, leave me alone,” you edged away from him, “and don’t message me again.”

You sprinted across the street and as you came up on the curb, you looked back at him. He watched you but didn’t follow. You could tell from there he wasn’t happy but the brim of his cap shadowed most of his face so you couldn’t guess if it was hurt or anger. You quickly spun away and continued down the next street to the nearest stop.

You couldn’t believe he’d just shown up like that. You couldn’t believe he would think that was okay. You couldn’t believe he’d think that much about you.

🎮

You blocked Jensen on Discord and left his world on Minecraft. That night you were shaky and nervous, afraid that he would show up at your apartment. Did he know where you lived? He must if he could figure out where you worked.

You didn’t open Steam that night. You paced your small apartment, jumping at every noise. Sleep didn’t come easily but in shallow spurts that left you even more tired. You watched over your shoulder as you walked to your stop and boarded with one eye on the door.

Work was little better as you found yourself distracted in the room full of toddlers. Sandy asked if you were okay as you kneaded play-do violently. You shook yourself out of your paranoia and assured her you were only short on sleep, not a complete lie.

You took out your phone when you stepped out for a small break. Your mom had called but you would have to get back to her when you had two hours to waste. There was another notification, that one from Discord, a friend request from JJ-NoRematch. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was and you declined it right away.

There were several others from Jensen, too. He followed your Insta, blocked; he followed your mostly empty twitter, blocked; and he even commented on your LinkedIn like a weird. You closed your phone and took a breath before you headed back into the kids, their voices rising in their excitement to go outside.

In the yard, you had another look around, expecting to see him there on the other side of the fence. You were slightly relieved when he wasn’t but still on edge. You joined a game of tag then watched several of the kids line up for the slide. You lost yourself in your job as you told yourself he must have gotten the hint, at least not to bother you irl.

Just like the day before, and every day, you left work and headed for your stop. He wasn’t there either and you sat down and phoned your mom, hanging up as the bus pulled up with a promise to call her again when you were home. At home, you felt almost normal again and checked your notifications; no more follows, no more requests, nothing.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday passed in a similar fashion. Each saw your anxieties less than the day before. You even resolved to open Steam and start a new world for yourself. You spent hours mining and almost fell asleep in your chair. When you nearly tipped over, you decided it was time for bed.

You slept better than you had all week and woke up before noon. You wanted to log right back on but you had life to deal with; groceries, cleaning, and of course, making that call to your mother you’d delayed the night before. After all that, you felt accomplished and you decided to treat yourself to take out, a rare divulgence.

You called the local Chinese eatery and waited eagerly for your feast as you turned on a new episode of your current binge. You played on your phone until the battery was low and had enough juice to buzz up the delivery man. You dug for your wallet as you went to the door and unlocked it without looking up.

“How much--” you asked as you opened the door.

Your eyes met a familiar pair, two blue gems behind a pair of narrow glasses. Jensen wore the same cap and held the paper bag of take-out with a smile. You grabbed the door and tried to swing it shut but he was too quick as he slapped a large hand against the peeling paint.

“It’s on me,” he said, “I love spare ribs.”

“What the--” you gasped as you pushed on the door helplessly, “please go away.”

“You’re not answering me,” he said as he stepped closer and forced you back as his body brushed against yours, “you blocked me and I can’t even get a hey, Jensen, how are you?”

“I don’t want you here,” you tried to shove him and he shouldered you away easily, “get out!”

He slammed the door and you flinched. He put the bag down on the corner table and reached back to twist the lock without a look. His eyes roved around your entryway and further into your apartment. He smiled as they stilled and focused on you.

“This place is cute… like you,” he said and you heard a slight hesitation in his voice.

You swallowed and backed away from him. You spun on your heel and ran for your couch. You reached over the back to your phone and unlocked it as the battery icon flashed. You had just enough juice to make the call. You dialed as you turned back to him.

“I’m calling the police so you b-better l-leave,” you warned as your voice and hands shook, “I me--”

He was quick and before you could pull away, he swiped your cell out of your hand. He scoffed and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall and landed screen down on the hardwood. You bit down and pressed yourself to the couch. You stared at him and kicked yourself forward as you tried to slip past him. He caught you and wrestled you back into the front room.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked calmly as you struggled in his grasp, “I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“N-no, you’re-- you-- let me go,” you stammered as he angled you around the couch. He pushed you down so you bounced on the cushion. You tried to push yourself up and he pointed his finger in your face and wagged it. 

“No, you stay,” he growled and wiped his other hand on his jeans. He was nervous, even if he was angry.

“Please, why-- what do you want?” you grasped the cushion and hovered at the edge of the couch.

He sighed and sat in the chair. He took his hat off and set it on the table as he ran his fingers through his short hair. 

“Good question,” he said as his jaw squared and his eyes turned to pinpoints, “better one, why did you block me?”

“Are you serious? You-- you--” you struggled to get your words out, your voice even more splintered by your fear, “you doxxed me, you came to-- to my work-- and…”

“I thought we were getting along. I thought you liked me,” he said with a frown, “I really did, you sure acted like it and-- I only wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“But why wouldn’t I be? I--” you shivered and crossed your arms as you withered beneath his gaze, “Jensen, this was only supposed to be online.”

He scoffed and stomped his boot on the floor. He shook his head as he looked to the ceiling and his anger bulged along his temple. He tilted his head and looked at you again.

“You know, for years, I have been a nice guy, I am a nice guy,” he pushed his shoulders to his ears as he threw his hand out, “I’m so patient and caring and you girls, you don’t even give me a second look.”

“Jensen--”

“No, really, I mean look at you, you’re no supermodel and yet it’s the same thing, ‘let’s just be friends’,” he spat, “but I watch guys all the time treat women like shit and they don’t have any trouble at all, they got them hanging off of them and I’m a creep for giving them a compliment or opening the door--”

“I don’t… know you,” you eked out, “you have to understand--”

“I don’t understand,” he stood abruptly, “I’m done trying to understand.”

He pulled his jacket open and slid it down his arms. You watched him sling it over the chair and as he turned back to you, you stood. He caught your shoulders and held you in place. His strength was plain in his grip as he squeezed then slowly moved his hands to cradle your face.

“I just wanna be nice,” he said as he leaned in. You tried to pull away but he moved a hand around the back of your head and forced your lips against his. He poked his tongue inside your mouth roughly as you tried to shove him away. Finally, he parted, his hands still firmly around your head, “wasn’t that nice?”

“Please,” you begged as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

His eyes searched your face as you stared back at him in terror. He sighed and dropped his hands back to your shoulders. He pushed you down to the sofa harshly and backed away.

“Fine, I won’t be nice,” he snarled as he took his glasses off and folded them carefully. He put them on the table beside his cap and twined his fingers together, loudly cracking his knuckles.

You blinked at him as your eyes grew glossy. You brought your legs up under you and pressed yourself to the back of the couch. You grasped the upholstery and turned as you launched yourself over to the other side. You stumbled as you landed on your feet and ran for the door.

You were yanked back as he snaked his arms around you and took you off your feet. You kicked out and screamed but it was cut off by his palm as he kept one arm around your middle. You scratched at his hand as he dragged you back to the couch. He pushed you face down onto the cushions and planted his knee in the middle of your back, slipping his hand away as he put enough weight on you to keep your voice suffocated.

“Listen, I know I look like some IT nerd but I’m a lot more than that, now don’t make me hurt you,” he played with your hair as he smiled down at you, “you try that again and I will shut you up and if someone hears you, I can take care of them too.”

You sniffed as tears pricked in your eyes and nodded frantically as it felt as if he would snap your spine. He pushed off of you and you stayed as you were, paralysed with fear. He sat and unlaced his boots one at a time. He looked up as he set them neatly beside the foot of the chair and he bent to catch your eye.

“Well?” he pointed at you and traced the line of your body in the air, “let’s go.”

You stared at him dumbly and he stood to pull his tee over his head. His torso was sculpted perfectly and his chest trimmed with hair that trailed all the way down to his pants. He stepped forward and tugged at the back of your shirt.

“You want me to do it for you, baby?” he purred, “I can help you.”

You swatted him away and sat up. You bent your legs to your chest and hugged them. “Please, I’m scared, just leave me alone--”

His hand rested on his belt and exhaled again. His fingers moved swiftly to unloop the striped belt and unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down, nearly tripping as he stepped out of them. He stood in his boxers, tented with his impatient excitement, and gripped his hips.

“It’s okay, baby, I know you’re shy, I am too,” he neared and you winced as he grabbed your wrist. He tugged on your arm and you resisted until he bent your hand back painfully and you cried out. He tickled your jaw as he looked you in the eye and tutted, “it doesn’t have to be like this, alright?”

You went limp and let him pull your arms apart. Your legs slipped down and your feet dangled above the floor. He got to his knees and pushed between yours. He slowly rolled up the hem of your shirt and bent to kiss your stomach as he bared the flesh. You trembled as he forced your arms up and swooped the fabric over your head. It fluttered through the air and to the floor as he cupped your tits through your bright pink bra.

“Is this so bad?” he asked as he nuzzled your chest and pushed your tits up. 

He glided the straps down your arm and slid your bra lower so that you popped out. He nibbled at your flesh and traced your nipples with his tongue. You sat rigid and let him explore your body, too terrified to move a muscle. He reached around you and struggled with the hooks, frustrated he snapped the clasps and the band came free.

He continued to play with your chest, his fingers crawling up and down your stomach and sides. There was a genuine curiosity to his touch and it sent a chill through you. His fingertips pressed to the top of your pants and he pulled at them as his lips travelled down to your hip.

He tugged on your pants and jerked your entire body. He tore them lower as he pushed you up and you lifted yourself to let him peel away the layer. He added them to the floor and toyed with the elastic of your panties. The little bow in the front drew his attention as he pushed your legs wider and ran his nose along the cotton.

He hummed and rubbed his fingers down your crotch, pushing the fabric to your folds as he teased you through them. You inhaled sharply at the tingle it inspired and he pressed firmer against you, flicking his fingers along your bud as he noticed how it made you squirm.

He gently pulled aside the cotton and you felt his hot breath against you. You pushed on his head before he could delve into you. “Please, don’t--”

“Shhhh,” he threw your hand away from his head and bent over you, “just relax.”

He dragged his tongue along your cunt and lingered around your clit. You clenched as it sent a thrill through you and he moved his lips against you, suckling at you bud as your breaths grew raspy. You pushed yourself against the back of the couch and dug your nails into the cushion.

He slid a finger along your cunt and circled your entrance. He rubbed up and down as he kept his tongue swirling over your clit and you swallowed back as gasp as he poked inside. He felt around and added another finger, stretching you as he carefully pushed them in and out of you in time with his mouth.

He lapped you up and you closed your eyes, desperate to resist the coil winding within you. Your legs tensed against the couch and you tilted your pelvis without thinking. He sped up, the noise of his mouth and your slickness filled the silence. You let out a puff and moaned as you slapped the couch. The waves rolled over your flesh and you came into his mouth with a pathetic mewl.

He stilled his fingers as he lazily teased you with his tongue. He pulled his fingers out and sat back, the heat between your legs cooling in his absence as he licked up your juices. He watched you as he sucked his fingers and stood. Your head lolled and you edged forward on the couch. You tried to stand but he caught you and flung you back.

“We’re not done, baby,” he winked at you as he grasped the top of his boxers, “go on, lay down.”

You murmured your refusal and once more tried to get up. You slipped onto the floor and shakily crawled away as he dropped his boxers to his ankle. He grabbed you before you could get around the side and lifted you easily. He turned you and shoved you down onto your back as he lifted a leg over you.

He straddled you and again his hands roved over your body. You smacked at his fingers weakly but he easily ignored you. He kept one hand moving along your curves as he stroked himself with the other. He groaned and shook as he stroked his dick. Your eyes followed his hand and you gulped, he was thick.

He moved his knees back and pushed them up beneath your thighs as he kept a hand planted on your chest. He ripped your panties down your legs and untangled them from your feet. 

He held you down as he ran his tip along your cunt, wetting himself with your coerced arousal. You groaned and grabbed the arm of the couch above you. You tried to pull away from him.

He pushed against your entrance and you looked at him in shock. You couldn’t stop him. His eyes were set between your legs as he inhaled and slowly eased into you. He gasped as he got his tip inside you and his muscles tensed. He bit his lip as he dove further in and you gasped as he filled you inch by inch.

“Shitttt,” he moaned as he reached his limit and you whined at how full you were, “oh, baby.”

His hand slid from your chest and he gripped your hips as he pulled back and thrust. You exclaimed and he did it again, slowly as he watched himself impale you over and over. You curled your fingers against the couch arm and your feet arch as you pressed your thighs around him. He lifted your pelvis high as he angled his dick even deeper.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, “oh, baby, you’re so good. Ahh-hh-hh,” his voice fizzled as your walls clenched him and you closed your eyes as you felt the heat building. 

He moved his hand along your thigh and stretched it over your pelvis, pushing his thumb to your clit as he kept his pace. He purred as you writhed helplessly against him and you panted through the rising ecstasy.

“Please, please, please…” you chanted, unsure if you were begging him to stop or for more.

He moaned as he sped up and you sucked your lip under your teeth as you neared your peak. You quivered as your orgasm crashed into you and you let out a strangled cry. He snarled and planted his hands beside your head as he leaned over you, his hot breath tickled your face as he pounded into you.

Your legs bent around him as his pelvis rubbed against you and the friction drove you to another climax. You held onto the arm of the couch as he fucked your harder and harder. He kissed you and nibbled at your lip as he groaned and hooked an arm under to hold you close.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he said against your cheek and you turned your head away from, “ah, here I--”

He spasmed and slammed into you. He took several long thrusts and stilled. He grunted and drew heavy breaths as he rested his weight over you. He grabbed your head and turned your head up as he pressed his forehead to yours. You kept your eyes closed as the flames slowly dwindled.

“Was that so bad?” he stroked your cheek and trailed his finger down to poke between your lips, “No, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it, baby?” he wiggled his hips and you hissed, “yeah, you want me.”

#jake jensen #dark jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #the losers #fic #dark!fic #dark fic #one shot

[ashintheairlikesnow]

For Kauri and Chris: it doesn't work as well as you hoped, does it?

(follows Time Apart)

CW: Former pet whumpee, past noncon references, fucky headspace around consent and SERIOUSLY misconstrued response to assault, some hardcore angst going on here, internalized victim-blaming

Chris feels fingers move through his hair, gently sweeping the shaggy copper to one side, and opens his eyes to see Kauri leaning over him. His wide blue eyes are warm, understanding.

"I saw Laken leave," Kauri says, gentle, and sits next to where Chris has curled up on his side on his bed. His fingers continue to run through Chris's hair, tingling over his scalp, a soft and subtle reassurance, words he doesn't have to hear. You are good, you are a good boy. "You want to tell me what happened?"

Chris closes his eyes again, turning his face to his sheets, to the faint scent of laundry detergent and the soft rustle of them against his skin. He tries not to see Laken's face, reddened and wet with tears, as they walked away. "We, we broke up."

Kauri's fingers pause - and then start up again, the moment so barely-there that even Chris almost misses it. "You broke up? Did they break up with you, or you with them?"

"Um. I, I, I thought they broke up with, um, with with me but then when they came over, they hadn't? But we just-... I, I broke... I broke up with them." His voice trembles, throat threatening to close up around the words, and he exhales, rocking himself forward and back where he lays, rubbing his hands reflexively over the seams of his pants, seeking out the soothing feeling of the texture there. "I told them I, I, I can't be with them anymore. I made them go."

This can't be the end, Chris. Not like this. Laken looked like he'd slapped them, their face pale and red both at once, eyes wide, dark pools demanding he take it back. This can't be the end of the line for us.

Then, then, then what is? Just, just go. I don't-... I don't, don't, don't want this any longer, for you. You shouldn't-... I, I, I'm... just go home, Laken. You shouldn't, shouldn't have, have wanted a whore anyway.

Chris. You know you're not-

I know I am! I, I, I almost had-... I almost-... I almost cheated on you last night!

Laken had swallowed, lips barely moving. You what?

I let, I, I, I let someone touch me, and it felt good, you know? It felt good. I, I, I got-... I, I got turned on by it. Like a fucking- He'd heard Handler Petrus in his mind, felt him against his back, the weight and heat of him, whispering into his ear while he sobbed. I'm still just a fucking slut. I'm, I'm, I'm still what I was, and it won't ever stop and-... just fucking go, Laken! Just get out and, and, and and and and-... and, and-

Chris, please-

Just fucking go home!

Chris-... baby, god damn it, I don't care if you-

But I do! Get the fuck away from me!

They'd left. Chris had listened to their footsteps running down the stairs and out the door, heard their car pull out of the driveway, and he'd cried into his pillow until it was damp, until he couldn't hear their car any longer. His phone buzzed twice, a text from Ben and another one from Akio, but he didn't answer.

He didn't answer when they called after that.

He didn't answer Jake calling to him from downstairs, he didn't answer Antoni in the doorway, he didn't answer any of them at all. He just stayed right here, on his bed, and knocked his head into a pillow he held against the wall until he calmed down enough to stop.

And then he cried more.

His head pounds, a dull throb, and he feels dried out from all the tears. Like he'd been crusted with salt, like his professor who told the story about Lot's wife and Orpheus and Eurydice. Don't look back or you'll turn to salt, you'll go back down into the empty places alone.

He can't not look back.

He groans, smacking himself on the thighs reflexively, repeatedly, as if he can stop his thoughts that way.

Kauri doesn't try to stop him, only pulls his hand back to give Chris the space to move. "Did you want to break up with them?" He asks, simply. His voice is calm.

"No. Yes. I, I don't know." The seams of his pants aren't enough, and Chris breathes against the sense of a chaos inside of himself, a swirling mix of self-hatred and grief. His hands move up to tap on his stomach. Finger-twist-tap-tap-tap. It doesn't help as much as he needs it to. "I didn't... want them to, to, to have to be with me."

"I think Laken is capable of making that choice for themself." Kauri sits slowly back against the headboard, breathing out, his eyes moving over the messy contents of the bedroom. The pictures Chris has taped haphazardly up on the walls, the shelf with his stim toys on it, his computer on the desk half-buried in a pile of clean clothes he hasn't folded. "If they want to be with you, that's their decision. Do you want to be with them?"

Chris wants to say yes, but the word sticks in his throat. His heart pounds inside him, all out of rhythm. He just nods against his sheets, and feels Kauri brush fingers through his hair again. "But, but, but, but I'm, I'm not worth it, I'm t-too hard, I'm still a, a, a pet too much."

There's a silence. Then, "Is that what you really think?"

He'd love to be able to say no. He'd love to be able to say he's being dramatic. But instead, in a small, soft voice, Chris whispers, "I just. I just. I, I, I don't know a-any-anymore. I... Yes."

Kauri is quiet, and then his hands are on Chris's face, wiping away with his thumb a tear Chris hadn't even realized had escaped. Chris had flinched from the same gesture when Laken did it, but he holds for Kauri.

"Oh, honey. I used to think that, too." Kauri sighs, and Chris opens his eyes, looking up at him, seeing a faraway expression.

He shifts, moving to rest his head on Kauri's thigh, a silent request for the petting through his hair to begin again.

Kauri smiles, a little faintly, a little sad. His fingers move over Chris's scalp, settle over the top of his scar, start again. "I did that for years, Chris. I told myself I was a pet, just another Romantic, that I deserved everything I did to myself and I didn't deserve anything better. I woke up in alleyways and on park benches and sometimes in the beds of guys I couldn't remember meeting. I got... I got hurt by some of them, and I told myself it was what I wanted. I got drugged a few times, I drugged myself a bunch more. I tried to make myself not want to be cared about anymore."

Chris thinks about the taste of gin and olives down his throat, throwing back dirty martinis until he threw them back up again, until he couldn't stop hearing Sir's voice inside his head, feeling his lips against the back of his neck. Hands on his hips, phantom ghost touch, moving him into position.

"It... didn't work as well as I'd hoped. Every time I told myself I didn't deserve love, even when I believed it... that didn't mean I didn't still want it. Need it, even. But I wanted, so badly-..." Kauri's voice catches, and his eyes close, briefly, as he steadies himself. "I wanted to make sure everyone around me hated me as much as I hated myself. But God, Chris, it hurts so much to live that way. Don't... don't be like me. It took me years to realize I didn't deserve that pain, that I didn't deserve to be punished for leaving Owen."

Chris is silent, now. Kauri's voice is always almost hypnotizing, deep and a little melodic, and it settles some of the buzzing awful noise inside of him.

"I had to learn-... to accept... that what happened to me makes up a lot of who I am, because it was the thing that made me, but it isn't all of who I am. And if I keep repeating the patterns I came up with to protect myself... I'm not really protecting myself at all." Kauri smiles, a little. "I'm only laying siege to myself, and I'm the only one who starves inside the walls. I-... I built those walls, and Jake kept trying to knock them down, and I kept building them higher. And Nat would throw food over the wall, and I'd throw it back. And... I think I got a little off track. My point is that... is that I shattered myself, over and over again, because shattered is what I was taught to be. But eventually I had to admit that breaking myself into pieces was just cutting me up, not anyone else. Do you understand?"

Chris swallows, his throat opening a little bit, and he hums. Kauri's leg is warm against his ear and his cheek, his hand is warm over his hair. Chris grips onto the silicone feather he wears always on a cord around his neck and runs it over his lips, feeling the carved vanes move against thin, sensitive skin. "Kind of."

"You try to see the light in everything," Kauri says, and the love in his voice makes Chris smile despite all his pain. "That's always been what made you stronger than me, Chris. You saw the world as full of good things you were here to discover. You never hated yourself like I did. I don't want you to start now."

"How... how did you, um, did you learn to to to stop?"

Another long exhale. Outside, two birds are singing in the trees. "Time, mostly," Kauri says, finally. "And... that guy I went home with once, when I came back all... fucked up. Remember that?"

"Y, yeah."

"I realized... I realized, when Jake was helping me up the stairs, that every time I tried to push him away, he was still there. And every time I hurt him, or Nat, or Antoni, they were still there. And that you were-... you were so new, Chris, and I was teaching you this really awful idea that you can't get better, and I couldn't do that any longer. I couldn't. It's not instant, and there are backslides, and some days getting out of bed is the hardest thing I've ever done. But I do, because I love the life I've made, and I know you love yours. You worked so hard for this, Chris, for everything you are and you've done since you came to live with Nat. Don't give that up because... because you're struggling. Don't let them win by convincing you you can't be anything else."

"I'm so-... it feels like a shell," Chris says, and pushes himself up to sitting, legs out to one side, tucking his head into the crook of Kauri's neck. The older man's arms move around his waist, holding him close, one hand moving up to keep stroking through his hair as he bites down on the feather, chewing on the familiar plastic. "Like I, I, I built a shell, and when Nova-... it cracked."

"Yeah. I know how that feels." Kauri turns his head, pressing a kiss to the top of Chris's hair, easy and comfortable. Chris hums around his feather, rocking just a little. The rising tide of grief inside him threatens to become a wave he can't withstand. He pushed Laken away, too far away, he made them leave him.

He broke up with them.

He made them go.

He can't take that back.

"Listen to me," Kauri whispers, lips against his scalp. "When I was at my lowest, when I hated myself the most, when I demanded Jake abandon me to what I kept telling myself I wanted... he didn't. He was still there. He was still there, and even if we weren't going to be together, he was still willing to help me stand up as a friend. When I was nothing but pieces drawing blood, he still loved me. He loved the pieces as much as the person, and he helped me put myself back together. It's not perfect. It's not overnight. And you'll still have hard days. But it's worth it, Chris."

"Why? Why, why, why is it worth it?"

"Because the world is beautiful," Kauri says, repeating his own long-ago words back to him, and Chris almost smiles. "Because I love the world, now, Chris, and I decided to try as hard as I can to love myself. I learned that from you."

"What if-... what if, if, if it's too late? What if I can't t-talk to them, or-"

"Then we'll stand you back up from there, and start moving forward again. You'll never lose us, we're family, Chris. But I think you should talk to Laken, and tell them what you're feeling, and let them decide how to react instead of deciding for them. They love you." Kauri puts a hand under his chin and lifts it, so their eyes meet. "Let them love you hurting just as much as they do when you're not."

"What if I don't... want to try any longer?"

"Then we'll be here to help you through that, too. All of it. Any of it. For better or worse, Chris, I'm your big brother - and so is Jake, and so is Antoni - and you're stuck with us whether you like it or not."

Chris tucks his head back down so Kauri can't see the tears well back up and run down, even as they soak into his shirt. His teeth grind down on the silicone plastic between them.

"I, I, I fucked up, Kauri," he whimpers, and then starts to sob. "I didn't-... I, I, I just don't w-want to be in m-my body anymore..."

Kauri holds him close.

"I h-hate it, I hate it, I hate it," Chris wails, and Kauri rests his chin on Chris's head and lets him cry. "I hate being p-pretty, I hate my, my, my, I hate that they made my body like this, I hate that I g-get scared and and and, and, and I can't stop things from happening to me, I h-hate that I hurt Laken, I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it!"

"I know," Kauri whispers. "I know, honey. I know."

"I h-hate myself-"

"Sssshhhh, I know."

Chris doesn't know how long he cries for.

But eventually he falls asleep in Kauri's arms.

-

@burtlederp @finder-of-rings @endless-whump @whumpfigure @astrobly @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes @downriver914 @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @nonsensical-whump @outofangband @eatyourdamnpears

Playlist for this piece:

Lewis Capaldi: Hold Me While You Wait Rob Thomas: Pieces Vienna Teng: Between Aerelie Brighton: Breathe Josh Ritter: Girl in the War Beth Crowley: Runaway Train

#whump #bbu #box boy universe #chris the strawberry blond romantic #erase to control #angst #angst angst angst #caretaker and whumpee #whumpee turned caretaker #recovering whumpee #past noncon references #ptsd tw #noncon survivor #internalized victim-blaming #references to assault #heavy angst #hurt/comfort #so much hurt though #emotional whump #trauma recovery tw #box boy

[aggressivelyclueless]

ouija board

in which it gets out of hand. . . but only a little

warnings: v spooky

(heads up this one’s kinda long, whoops lol)

(@qoinq-qhost u were looking for more danny being a lil shit? vvvv)

Sam was just about ready to get the seance rolling.  Thundery and weeping outside, candlelight inside - it seemed like a good night for it.  This time around, there were four of them: her, of course; Felicity, from third-hour, had brought the board; her bestie Star (who Sam had almost uninvited, as she hadn't been deemed goth enough, but she owed Felicity a favour and letting this slip was it); and Star's boyfriend-of-the-week, Jake (also not goth, and very much on thin ice).

They sat clustered together on the full-moon rug in Sam's room, a jumbo bag of Chex Mix forgotten on the floor by Jake's backpack.  Only the little brown bits were left.  "You're host," Felicity was saying, scooting up into a proper cross-legged sitting position and centering the board on the carpet between them.  She produced the most important piece - the polished wooden planchet - and dropped it into Sam's waiting palm.  "You start."

Star opened her mouth, almost thought better of it, and then asked, "Are we going to get a demon?"

"That's not how this works," said Felicity, shooting Sam a look to keep her quiet.  Felicity had the tolerance for questions like those, and the patience not to be cross.  "We're not summoning demons.  We're communing with the dead.  There's a difference."

"Is it still going to be scary?"

Sam bit her tongue.  With luck, it would be, and she wouldn't have to deal with Star's antics next time, whether they were at her house or not.

"I don't know," said Felicity, "Maybe.  We've never done one at this house before.  We might not get a ghost at all."

Sam shrugged, setting the puck down in the center of the board and keeping her first two fingers on it.  The others scooted closer, getting comfortable, and followed suit.  The candleflames throughout the room were perfectly still.

"Is there anyone here with us tonight?"

For a moment: nothing.  She glanced up into the empty air, as if she could spot a slinking shadow on the wall or a flickering shape hovering by the ceiling.  She couldn't, even though she wanted to.

Then the slight pull of the token under their collective fingers, and the drawn scraping sound as it crawled slowly across the board: YES.

So they weren't going to come up empty tonight.  She glanced over at Star, wondering how intense things would get before she'd bail.  Sam was certain that, at some point, she would, or maybe she was getting her hopes up.  Star didn't exactly look like goth material.  All things considered, this was probably the wrong scene for her.

But she had owed Felicity that favour.

"Why are you here, spirit?" Felicity asked, shifting a little in place.  Right to the point.

The planchet under their fingers was still.  Sam knew the rules better than anyone: if the ghost chose to answer, it would have to tell the truth.

The ghost chose not to.

Star's eyes darted to Felicity, but there was a hesitation before she spoke.  When she did, the words were wrung-out and barely there.  "Ask him if he's friendly."

"You ask him," said Jake, nudging her with an elbow.  Between the four of them, he was the least invested in the endeavor, seeming more bored than anything.  He shrugged, trying to scoot his letter jacket a little higher on his shoulders without having to take his fingers off the puck.  The jacket refused.

"Okay."  Star took a deep breath, turning her eyes back to the board.  The planchet, for the time being, rested on YES.  "Ghost," she said, somewhat uncomfortable at directly addressing the dead, "Do you mean us harm?"

Immediately, she could feel the wooden puck go cold under her touch.  It slid off YES, veered partway across the board, and went still again.  The chill at her fingertips vanished.

"Don't like the looks of that," muttered Felicity.  "Sam, you think we should call this one off?"

Sam gave it a moment of consideration.  "I don't know.  Maybe, but not yet.  Let me try once."  She cleared her throat.  "Spirit - will you tell us your name?"

The planchet didn't have to think about it this time.  Star could feel the cold tingling in her fingers again as it moved, slowly but deliberately, and spelled out: JAMES.  She frowned.

"What's your purpose here, James?" Felicity ventured, but the ghost revealed nothing.  The silence stretched on; finally, she sighed.  "Doesn't like me much, does he?"

"I don't know," said Star, which she thought sounded better than a flat-out no.  It didn't do any good; Felicity was already looking a little put-out, and Star reached up with her free hand and patted her on the shoulder.  "Don't feel bad.  We still like you plenty, even if that silly ghost doesn't."

Sam fought back a groan of distaste.  Whatever Felicity saw in Star, Sam was seeing none of it.  She wanted to tune Star out, didn't want to see her so distracted as if communing with the dead was a mere game.

If things started to hit the fan, Sam was sure she'd never want to come again.  In fact, she was starting to count on it.

But would provoking the ghost be worth it?  "James," she said, still contemplating it, "Why are you here?  What is it you're seeking?"

The puck meandered for a moment, as if conflicted.  It rested on the empty part of the board between F and S, turned around, and aimed mostly toward H.

That was when Star jerked her hand back, as if the planchet had burned her.  All of a sudden she seemed to be paying attention; Sam wondered if she had finally realized what, exactly, they were dealing with.  Whether she did or not, it was too late.  She'd disrupted the connection.

Sam had never seen it, but she'd heard the stories of what happened at sessions when someone did that.

Every single candle around the room went out at once.

"Star, what the hell," said Felicity, "Remember how earlier I said you couldn't do that - "

Star's already-high-pitched voice was pinched.  "Sorry, sorry!  It's just it got cold all of a sudden, I thought he wanted me to - "

Sam scowled in the dark.  "What are you talking about, no it didn't - "

"It did so!  Just now!"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I knew we shouldn't have invited you - "

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

The flash of lightning through the window made the ghost into a spindly and angular silhouette, floating in the air by the glass and jolting Star and Sam both out of their argument.  The planchet on the board, still under six fingers but by now forgotten, shot out from under them and flew across the room, bouncing off the side of the desk and skittering somewhere under the bed.

Oh, it was hitting the fan now, all right.  "This is your fault," Sam hissed through her teeth, glowering in Star's direction, but already her mind was racing to find a way to appease the disturbed spirit.  She'd held plenty of seances before, but generally found audience with lesser or fragmented dead.  Only twice had she been forced to close a session early.

Never had she met such an angry spirit before - and not only was it angry, it was in her room.

"Ideas," Felicity snapped, in an effort to keep Sam from boiling over, and in the same effort to keep Star from tears, "What do we do?"

"Run, maybe?" said Jake, but the sharp and thunderous BANG from the walls around them cut him off.  His eyes darted to the door, but it slammed itself shut before he could get up to his feet and make his escape.

"Hold on a sec, guys," said Sam, "Jake, sit down, we're not done yet - hang on, I said!  I got a flashlight."  She groped for her backpack, brushed over one of eight plushy spider feet, and yanked it unceremoniously into her lap.  Half-unzipping it, she produced the promised flashlight and clicked it once, twice, a handful of times in quick succession as nothing happened.  "Shit.  Shit shit shit - "

"There," Star whispered, her eyes fixed on the shadowy side of the room behind the bed.  She pointed with one manicured finger, making the rest of them turn to look.

The ghost was only there for an instant, hanging in the air as a smoky and ill-defined shadow against the hazy grey light from the window, but flickered away an instant later.  The pounding rain outside almost masked the haunt's staticky and echoing laughter.

Felicity put a hand over Sam's and tried not to squeeze it too hard.  Her fingernails dug in a little anyhow.  "Do you think we can still close this out?"  She didn't sound too hopeful.

"No," said Star, with a sudden and bone-chilling certainty.  "He's staying."

Sam looked over at her, agape.  How can you know that? she wanted to say, but her mouth had gone dry and she couldn't force it to move.  Star's eyes were on her; just for a moment, Sam swore there was a glint of something behind their usual blue-grey, but it was there and gone before she could be sure.

"We're staying," she said again, and this time Sam heard the echo in it, and this time the glint of green in her eyes lingered.  The ghost had her, appearing as a dark and swaying wisp in the air behind her, hands on her shoulders, keeping her still and calm.  Her eyes - the ghost's seyes - were on Sam, and a sudden, absurd thought struck her:

Isn't James his middle name?

The knot of rising terror in Sam's gut broke, and cold tingling relief poured over her.  For a moment she let it, willing the adrenaline to fade and the pounding heartbeat in her ears to settle, and then shifted gears.

That sonofabitch, I'll kill him for this one.

"No, you're not."

Star's head and the shadow's head cocked to one side in unison.  "No?"

Sam was locked on the spirit but her voice was directed at Felicity (and Jake, but to a lesser extent).  "Come here."

Felicity hesitated.  "What, are you serious - ?"

"Come here," Sam snapped, setting her first two fingers on the center of the board, ignoring the fact that the planchet was still misplaced somewhere under the bed.

"I don't like this," Felicity whispered, but followed Sam's lead regardless.

Star's fingers came out and rested gingerly on top, and Sam was certain that, underneath the veneer of shadows, the ghost was smiling.

"You listen to me, James," Sam commanded, with a seriousness that made Felicity and Jake both flinch, "You'd better get out of here."

Star's mouth turned up in a smile.  "And why's that?"

"Because if you don't, I'll banish you into next week."

"Sam," Felicity breathed, "I don't think that's such a good idea - "

"I'll do it," Sam reiterated, cutting Felicity off.

The smils on Star's face widened.  "Promise?"

Then the fingers on the board were moving, overcome by a pins-and-needles sensation that turned the board to static beneath them, and came to rest solidly over GOOD-BYE.

"See you then. . . "

Sam looked over and Star looked back at her with those big blue eyes.  She didn't seem distraught but Sam had to wonder how much of what had happened she'd remember.  She'd heard on several occasions that those puppeteered by the dead didn't tend to recall the influence, and Star wasn't horribly upset.

Still - she felt that ghost had crossed a line somewhere.  Crashing a seance, fine.  Overshadowing at said seance, even if he'd picked the least-favourite attendee?

That didn't sit right.

"You okay, Star?"

Star blinked once, twice, then cocked her head to one side and smiled.  "Of course I'm okay," she said, as if she hadn't been overshadowed at all, but the next thing out of her mouth, spoken with the utmost certainty, sent a chill down Sam's spine.

"He wasn't really going to hurt me, you know.  He let you win."

- - - -

Sam shut the door as the others left and then rounded on the ghost.  "I know you're still here.  There's no way you'd dip after a stunt like that."

(Damn right I wouldn't) said the shadowy thing under the bed, hauling himself out of the darkness a moment later.  In the light from the ceiling fixture overhead, the shadows fell apart, relenting to his more human texture and shape, and he shook the dustbunnies off once he got up to his feet.  In his hand was the forgotten token that went with Felicity's board, and he held it out to her.  "This is yours?"

Sam grabbed it from him, and only then did he get the impression that she wasn't entirely happy with him.  "You could have given me a heads-up, y'know."

"Hey, I was in the area, thought you could use a hand.  For goth cool points, or whatever."  Danny shrugged, leaning back and half-sitting on the side of the bed.  "I mean they do think you can scare off a real ghost now."

"And what the hell was with you overshadowing Star?" Sam went on, and at last the dopish grin at the corner of Danny's mouth vanished.  "So, okay, maybe I didn't want her to come.  But that doesn't mean you get to - "

"Wait, wait, hold on," Danny put a hand up in concession, "I didn't - well, I mean I did, but.  Listen for a sec, okay?  You don't like her, fine.  But I think something's up."

"Something's up," said Sam, nonplussed.  She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly in the desk chair and making it creak.  "You overshadowing people as a joke is what.  And whatever you were telling her in there, guess what  She remembers it now."

"That's what's up," said Danny impatiently, "I didn't tell her anything."

That made Sam pause.  "What?"

"You heard me.  But that's not it, let me say something else too.  I swear I'm not making this up: she saw me the second I drifted in the window.  I'm invisible and she's looking right at me.  The whole time.  It was like she was watching me."

"Bullshit," said Sam, wanting to believe it was.

Danny shook his head.  "You heard what she said.  After you banished me into next week."

"That you let me win," Sam recalled slowly.  In the moment, it had struck her as dumb-chills naivety on Star's part, but the way that Danny talked made it sound like she was serious.  Perhaps she'd just wanted to think that Star was that stupid.

"She knew it, and I didn't tell her.  I'm dead serious, Sam, she practically invited me to overshadow her.  I didn't even have to go all the way in her.  You saw it."

Sam had most definitely seen it.  "And what does this mean for the rest of us?  Or for you?  You're gonna tell me - what, she's going to miraculously guess you're half-ghost too?"

"I don't know - but you saw her the same as I did.  She wasn't scared of me.  Hell, I gave you guys a name and she was the one that didn't call me by it.  Like she knew it wasn't quite right."

"I get it," said Sam, thinking that maybe she would have been just as well off not calling him that either, "But what are we supposed to do about it?  Are you saying we should invite her onto the team?  Or what?"

Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair and letting it come to rest on the back of his neck.  He shrugged helplessly, his gaze picking out dustbunnies and imperfections in the floorboards at his feet.  "I don't know yet.  Keep an eye on her, maybe.  See if she starts saying things.  She's not as stupid as she looks, Sam.  Low bar, I know, but the last thing I need right now is somebody else to have to watch out for.  I know you don't like her.  I'm not asking you to."

He met her eyes then,  and the earnestness in them struck her.

"Just, don't let that put her in the way, okay?"

#Ectober Month 2021 #Ectoberhaunt 2021 #Ectoberhaunt Trick #danny phantom #fanfiction #ectober

[enhais]

hi!! could you do a yandere enhypen where they stalk the reader?

thank you so much!

yandere!enhypen stalks the reader

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pairing: yandere!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: yandere

a/n: im making this as a reaction if that’s fine with you!

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jungwon

you were walking home from work, as usual, with headphones blasting the recent hits and jungwon walked behind you from a distance, just like he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks.

you never suspected anything and it didn’t feel weird. whenever you looked behind you there was either a guy with sweet, handsome features or no one. you never thought twice about it since you lived in a fairly crowded area. sure, the recent news was about attempted murders and kidnappings and you were told to not be outside during a certain hour, but it felt safe walking home. the same thing you’ve done for years. why would it be different now?

jungwon quickened his pace as he wanted to get a closer look at you. he’d only been able to zoom in on the pictures taken on his phone, but the times you were in front of him were so much better.

“i must have you. we belong together, i can feel it. i’ve felt it since the first time we met at the café.” he sighed and stopped himself, not wanting to be caught just yet and letting you walk up to your apartment.

heeseung

the two of you had been friends for a very long time. it all started in second grade when he came to school without fruits in his lunchbox (he always had fruits with him instead of candy or other snacks). he began to cry and you, being the sweet hero that you were, handed him some apple slices and grapes, “there you go. now please stop crying, it’s a bit annoying.”

ever since then, he told you he’d make it up to you. and he did. several times. but the one thing never leaving his mind was that he had to marry you, no matter what or who stood in his way.

recently, you’ve been hanging out with his friend jake a bit more often. you didn’t want heeseung to be mad at either of you, so you just told him that you were hanging out with a friend. he didn’t believe you and that’s why he followed your every move after school.

it’s been like this for a few weeks and even though you’ve seen him a couple of times, you haven’t brought it up, thinking he was just there coincidentally. but oh boy how wrong you were.

“jake doesn’t have a chance against me, everyone knows that. im her number one priority as she is mine and i will be the one to get her heart.” he muttered for himself while slurping the smoothie he ordered to stay looking after you.

jay

you were working with enhypen as their stylist, making sure everything was right for the next comeback. jay had known you since trainee days when you took your first steps as a stylist and was excited that you were gonna work with them now. you were still learning things about the industry, but your colleagues had an open mind thinking that they needed someone younger’s thoughts.

just like you, jay had grown up so much since the last time you saw each other. he, of course, never forgot you and had been stalking your social media accounts at least once a week. you never knew that though, and he wasn’t planning on telling you.

stalking on the internet soon came to be stalking in real life. he always kept an eye open on your schedule, planning to “bump into you” by accident and hoping that you were gonna visit them for measurements even though everything was mostly finished.

“oh, hi y/n! what are you up to?” he put his hand on your shoulder and held it there for a moment before letting go, “i have a meeting about the concept in a few, how about you?” you returned the question, not wanting to sound impolite, “just the usual… training.” he smiled and you nodded as you walked off to the meeting, “i’ll see you later, jay.”

jake

you’d never met him in your life, but something told you you’d seen him before.

you were working the late-night shift at the restaurant and were quick to take the orders. you didn’t really care about the guests, just having one goal in mind and that was to go home and sleep.

a guy came in, looking like the lead in a drama, and sat down by the bar. you were immediately caught up in his handsome features, from the way his eyes shone in the dimmed light to his bright smile. “what would you like today, sir?” you asked as you got ready with the notepad. he looked directly into your eyes with that sweet smile, “you.” you burst out laughing, “oh yeah? that was funny.” it took a second before you collected yourself and the guy still didn’t take his eyes off you, “i can recommend the burger and the steak, but if you want more vegetables, i’d recommend the salad.” you explained.

jake ordered the steak and picked up his phone after you left, wanting to take some pictures of the place. of you.

later that night, when he received the tab, he wrote down your name in his phone and wrote you a cute little note on a napkin, “loved the conversation, might have to steal you from work someday.” and added his phone number, hoping you would call.

sunghoon

you were at the ice rink to support a friend and give them some assistance. sunghoon immediately made his way over to you who was standing by the side all alone.

cold air whooshed against your face, making your cheeks a bit more red, “hi, who are you? i haven’t seen you here before.” his smile was sweet, “im here with a friend.” he hummed, “well, if you want to hang out later, i can make some time.” you blushed and gave out a nervous chuckle, “mhm, we’ll see.”

the two of you exchanged numbers and have spent a lot of time together since then. what you didn’t know, however, was that sunghoon had pressured your friend to bring you to the ice rink that day… he had seen you around town before and did his research. you were more difficult to find, so he went for a different approach: kidnap your friend and threaten them to help him get you.

“you’re friends with y/n, right? i want you to get them to the ice rink.” they nodded hastily, trying to respond, but his hand was covering their mouth, “i know the two of us have talked before, i know you usually hang out there, so just do me a favor and get them there.”

sunoo

working at a busy café in the middle of seoul made you see thousands of people every day. sunoo, however, only wanted to see you.

he came in at least once every day to order coffee and have small talk. when he came in your colleagues immediately gave you a heads up, “the sweet sunoo is here again, miss girl.” they laughed and you walked out the storage room with a bright smile, “thanks guys.” sunoo took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you, “hi sunoo.” you greeted as you re-tied the apron, “do you want the usual? or maybe try something different?” he smiled, “the usual, thank you.”

his gaze never left your face and you’d gotten quite used to it. still, what made you a little worried was his lockscreen. you swore it was a picture of you taken from afar. you didn’t dare to question though, thinking it would start something you didn’t want to experience. but, what you didn’t know was that he’d been stalking you for the past couple of months. not only grabbing coffee and having small talk but following you to your home, getting to know your daily routines and who you hung out with as well.

“if you want to visit the company, you know where it is. just call me and i’ll take you on a tour.” he laughed and gave you a napkin with his number on it. you looked at it for a minute before locking eyes again, “thank you.”

niki

as a trainee at belift there are a lot of things to do. practice singing, practice dancing, study for the upcoming tests in school, and so on and so forth. you’d been at belift for about a year and recently gained a lot of attention from the producers as your monthly evaluation really stood out from everyone else.

but it’s not only the producers who are interested. niki from enhypen has been keeping an eye on you from the day you arrived, wanting you in his life one way or another.

you’d just finished dance practice and were on your way to fill up your water bottle as you bumped into him. “oh, hi y/n. you good?” with a black cap and oversized black hoodie, you barely recognized him, “niki?” he nodded with a short laugh, “oh, im good.” you began, “i just finished practicing.” you motioned to your bottle, still waiting to be filled with water, “mm, alright. we’ll talk later, yeah? i have a meeting.” he explained and gave you a wave goodbye.

you thought he was just like any other guy at the company: hardworking, sweet, and motivated, and you were right, but he was hardworking, sweet, and motivated for you as well. taking every chance to talk to you, touch you, making you want to be with him. but that would take some time for you to figure out, he made sure of that.

#enhypen #enhypen reaction #yandere!enhypen #enhypen imagine #kpop #kpop reaction #kpop yandere #yandere #enhypen au #kpop au #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #jake #jay #sunoo #niki

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don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you [chapter 2]

CHAPTER TWO: see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night

excerpt below, read whole thing on ao3

Amy doesn't return to the office until after she's spent a good hour at home. First, she showers, washing off yesterday's old makeup and grime and letting the warm water run over her shoulders as she lets the sweet scent of raspberry shower gel replace the vague smell of old beer and sweat. Her back is sore; probably thanks to Jake's lumpy mattress, she thinks, and wonders for a second if she should add buy new mattress to the contract before deciding it’s far too much. That's relationship stuff, and that's point one of the contract; that's not what this is.

She blow-dries her hair and replaces her makeup, taking extra care to try and cover a pink mark that sits just a little too high on her chest before giving up and picking a different shirt instead. Then she fills the biggest coffee cup she has, eats a buttered slice of toast standing up, and feeds her pet fish before rushing back out the door.

She probably looks fresher than most days once she's done, but she's still worried Gina can sense something from her secretary desk as Amy walks in. She raises a brow in greeting like she's actually interested, which is rare in itself, and Amy can feel her eyes on her as she walks into her own office and closes the door behind her.

Amy starts regretting her decision as soon as she's opened a new document. What is she even supposed to name it? Friends with benefits contract is too obvious. FWB-C sounds like code for something. Sex agreement makes her sound like someone who’s read Fifty Shades Of Grey too many times (which really is just once). Jake and Amy is a wedding invitation, Rules too general. She puts her head in her hands, staring at the blinking line, and groans. Then she writes in Jake, looks at that for a moment, and adds stuff after. Not her proudest, but it'll have to do.

Amy’s relieved she doesn't have much work to do today, because she spends every free minute she can come across tweaking details on the document, adding and removing sections to suggest. When she's finally happy with the result, she saves it in a personal folder she can be sure no one’s ever going to open, and praises the office-gods for the fact that she has her own printer.

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There’s a faint smell of artificial lemon in the air of Jake’s apartment as he welcomes her in, and the thought that he might have cleaned for her makes Amy blush. It seems unlike him, but the living room area does appear less cluttered to her than it did this morning, so maybe he isn’t totally incapable of it. She still doesn’t want to check his cabinets.

“You cleaned,” she says instead, nodding to the couch that looks almost neat now. “You expecting to get lucky tonight, or something?” Jake’s cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink, but then he shakes his head and points to her outfit. “You’re one to speak.”

All Amy’s done is put on a maroon floral blouse with lower cleavage than she’d ever do for work and put on a touch of pink lipstick, but he’s not completely wrong. She still chooses to ignore him. “I’ve got the contract. Should we do this, then?”

He offers her an orange soda, which she declines, but accepts a mug of Earl Grey tea from a package that seems to have remained unopened since before the brand last changed its design. A hot drink might calm her nerves, she hopes, but it ends up being quite the distracting experience to watch him make it for her. She tries to read through the contract one last time while searching for spelling errors she knows aren't there, her eyes keep being drawn to his hands as he holds the label of the teabag between his thumb and index finger, bobbing the bag a few times with focus once he's finished pouring the water into a New York Knicks mug. It's hard not to think about how those fingers felt dancing across her skin yesterday, massaging the sides of her breasts and holding on to her inner thighs, and it's harder not to imagine what they'd feel like another time –

“Tea,” he interrupts her thoughts by placing the mug in front of her. “Thought maybe you wanted a cup that didn’t say NYPD on it.”

“Well, you're right in that.” She brings it to her lips, almost burning her tongue and hoping he didn't see. “You want to read it on your own, or should I read it to you?”

Jake sits back in the massage chair closest to her, spreading his legs and putting his palms on them before shooting her that disarming smile again. “You read it.”

Amy swallows hard. “Okay. Section one: relationship status. This arrangement only works if we're both single. We’re not bringing more people into this.”

“What about an open relationship?”

“No. Still complicated. This is complicated enough with just us. If either of us gets in an actual relationship, it's over.”

Jake nods. “Cool. Next rule?”

“Section two: appropriate behavior. We're not dating,” she says, pointing first at herself and then at him with the ballpoint pen she brought from work. “So we can't behave like we're dating. Outside of our apartments, we're strictly friends. Or acquaintances. Honestly, it's weird we're even friends.”

“But you admitted we're friends.”

“Sure.” She takes another sip of the tea. “But that means no public flirting, no inappropriate comments, no like, commenting heart or fire emojis on Instagram pictures –”

“Are these rules for you or for me?” Jake winks. “I know my selfies are stunning, but I’m sure you can control yourself.”

“For both of us. Section three: we part in the morning. No exceptions. Staying overnight is okay, but once we wake up, we’re done.”

“What counts as morning in this scenario? I’m not going to have to get up at six a.m., am I?”

“Not unless you stay at my place when I have work.”

“I’ll remember not to do that, then.”

“Great. Section four – protection.”

“You have an entire section on that?” Jake looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

“It’s important!” She exclaims, feeling herself getting defensive. “I have an implant, so we’re safe from pregnancy, but it’s either condoms or you need to get checked.”

Jake nearly spits out some of his orange soda, coughing slightly. “You must be fun at parties.”

“I’m actually a nationally accredited and registered chaperone.”

“What is that?”

“Doesn’t matter. Are you going to do it or not?”

“Fine. You, then?”

“I will if you want me to.” Amy shrugs. “But I haven’t slept with anyone since my ex, so we should be good.”

Jake’s eyebrows fly up. “Really?”

“That so surprising to you?”

“A little? In the least jerk-ish way possible, you must get, well… offers.”

“People don’t flirt a whole lot with their lawyers,” she says, shifting in her chair and crossing her legs. “And it hasn’t been my focus. Are we good with the contract?”

“Actually, I want to add one more rule.”

“Yeah?”

Jake leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and flexing his biceps through the green shirt with a smug grin. “You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

Amy looks at him for a moment, trying to determine whether or not he’s joking, but he doesn’t waver, so she leans forward and draws a fifth section sign on the blank space left on the document. No developing feelings or this ends, she prints out in capital letters, signing her name on the allotted line.

“Won’t be a problem.”

Jake signs the contract, and Amy tries not to grimace at how messy his signature is as she places the document in a thin plastic folder, promising him a copy tomorrow.

“Cool,” Jake nods. He’s messing up his curls with his right hand again, the way she’s noticed he does when he’s trying to flirt. She wonders if it’s strategy or nerves. “So, are you doing anything else tonight, or...”

“What, contract signing’s got you all hot and bothered?”

“I mean, seeing you in full lawyer mode. It’s not, not hot.”

“Double negation?” Amy scrunches her nose. “Oh, you’re going to have to make that one up to me.”

“Maybe I will,” he says, and she needs only to notice the way his eyes darken to know that it’s on.

Amy can feel her legs still shaking a little as she hails a cab outside Jake's apartment just after, and she closes her eyes in the backseat and wonders how it's possible to feel this amazing, this satisfied from a cocktail of what she knows is mostly dopamine and oxytocin. It still makes her feel all giggly, like she can't stop smiling to herself.

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, and she picks it up to read a text from Jake.

Fucking hell that was SO GOOD.

Maybe this friends with benefits thing won't be so bad after all.

~

#my writing #b99 #peraltiago #jake x amy #b99 fic #b99 fanfiction #peraltiago fanfiction #there haha hope you enjoy :)

[ladyanaconda]

Helluva Dad Vol. 5: Mom

Hey, guys! We'll start getting more info on Striker's wife and Jake's mother from here on out, though they'll mostly be tidbits. It might be a while before we fully learn what happened to her.

*HB*

The next morning, Jake awoke with a throbbing migraine. His body and joints were sore to the point he didn't want to move, but the acidic, bitter taste of vomit sent him on a beeline straight to the bathroom.

"Good, you're awake." His father was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. It's almost like he had been waiting for him.

"D-Dad…?" Jake threw up into the toilet again.

"You feel like shit, right? That's what happens when you drink a little too much."

"D-Drink..? What are you…?" Jake brought a hand to his head. "Ow, my head…"

"You and Moxxie got thrown inside a beer barrel during yesterday's job. Evidently, you two drank too much."

Jake shrank a bit. "Am I in trouble, dad?"

Striker's frown softened. After a moment of silence, he sighed. "Nah, it wasn't really yer fault this time 'round, pup." He watched as Jake threw up for the third time. "'Sides, I think the hangover is punishment enough. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Carefully, Striker undressed Jake and lifted him unto the warm bath he had previously prepared for this moment. Once Jake was fully clean and refreshed, Striker carried him back to his room to dress him in his pajamas and tuck him back in bed.

"Are you going to work, dad?"

"I'm leavin' ya alone in this condition, my boy. I took an absence for the weekend while you recover." Striker ruffled his son's hair. "Chill out, Blitzo and the others can survive without us for a few days."

Jake shivered. "I'm cold." Striker touched his forehead.

"Yer boiling hot, kiddo. You'll need lots of water to make up for the shit yer body is going through right now."

Striker left the room and returned sometime later with a tray, which he placed on the bedside table. Jake glanced sideways to see its contents: A cup of tea with a strong smell and a bowl of soup. Striker picked the cup and held it close to his son's lips.

"Drink." Jake took a small sip. His face scrunched up at the bitter taste.

"What's this?" He asked, sticking out his tongue.

"Ginger root tea. It ain't tasty, but it's good for hangovers."

It took Jake a considerable amount of willpower to actually drink the whole thing, forcing himself to swallow the bitter beverage despite the urge to spit it back into the cup. It left an awful bitter taste in his mouth, but his stomach had settled down somewhat and he wasn't as thirsty anymore. The soup, a plain and simple chicken broth, was more enjoyable. Jake couldn't help but feel like a baby, though. Dad would even tease him with the 'little plane' as he carefully gave him spoonfuls of soup.

"How're ya feelin', kiddo?" Striker once he was done with the meal.

"Tired and sore, but at least I'm not nauseous anymore."

Striker spent all morning dabbing Jake's forehead with a humid cloth to break the fever. Jake felt a little better by midday, though his head and body still ached. He didn't want to be stuck in bed all day, though.

"Dad, I'm bored," he complained.

"What are you complainin' about, boy? I'm doing all the work here." Striker said simply.

"Do I have to stay in bed all day? What if I want to pee?"

"Don't exaggerate, yer not disabled. But if you want to get better soon, you need to rest."

Jake shifted under the covers. "How long do hangovers last?"

"A day or so, dependin' on how much alcohol you consume and your age. In yer case, you should be as good as new by tomorrow if you rest properly."

With no other choice, Jake closed his eyes and did his best to fall asleep. Surprisingly, he managed to drift off after twenty minutes, in part because he was tired.

With Jake asleep for the time being, Striker took some time to himself and to do the chores around the house. The first thing he did was go to the closet near the doorway and open it; Blitzo, tied up and gagged, dropped out. The piece of cloth used to silence him slipped off his mouth.

"Come on, Striker! You didn't have to put me in there!" he protested.

"What did ya expect when I caught you about to sneak into my kid's room at three A.M. like a pedophile?" Striker murmured as he cut him free.

"I wasn't going to miss Jakey's first hangover! You only get to witness those moments once, you know."

"I'd thank you if you kept yer volume down, Jake is sleepin'."

Blitzo slipped a few envelopes from his pocket. "Oh, by the way, you got mail. Why didn't you tell me you got job offers? I.M.P. could get more clients!"

"Really? Now yer goin' to check my mail too?" Striker snatched all the envelopes from Blitzo's hands before he could pry any further. "Good thing I don't have a diary or you'd read it."

"Can you make one? Moxxie's diary is boring me and Loonie hid hers where I can't find it." Blitzo seemed to remember something. "If you'll excuse me, I have to change the bird's water!"

Striker didn't dignify Blitzo with a reply and instead focused on checking his mail. A few killing job offers, this month's light, and water fees, and… His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the seal on the envelope. Striker set the other envelopes aside for the time being and opened that letter.

"Ah, that's so much better!" Blitzo stepped out of the visitor's bathroom, a small piece of toilet paper stuck to his foot. "Maybe I shouldn't drink that much lemonade next time…" He trailed off when he noticed Striker's expression had darkened. "Strike? Are you okay?"

"I need to go out. Keep an eye on Jake while I'm gone."

Striker didn't give Blitzo an explanation or time to protest as he picked up his jacket and hat and walked out the door, whistling for Bombproof to come for him. Wordlessly, he climbed unto the saddle, clicked his tongue, and rode away in a quick canter.

*HB*

Jake woke up to a purring sound right above him. Shifting a bit under the covers, he opened his eyes and found none other than Blitzo's face inches away from his.

"Hi, Blitz." the impling said simply.

"Any interesting dreams?"

"Not really. Where's dad?"

"He had to go out for some errand and asked me to look after you while he's gone. We're going to have so much fun!" Blitzo rubbed his hands together. "Do you have any horse movies?"

Jake sat up. "Running Free and Black Beauty."

"Which version?"

"1994."

Blitzo's eyes lit up. "I love that one! Let's watch it!" Jake didn't quite understand why Blitzo was so obsessed with horses, but he didn't really mind. He, too, loved horses ever since he could remember. From what dad said, he'd learned how to ride before he could even walk.

Jake felt more alert and less sore, so he could walk downstairs to the living room. Blitzo made some popcorn and they spent the next hour and a half watching Black Beauty. Blitzo cried a couple of times whenever a horse got hurt, but he completely lost it when Beauty saw Ginger's dead body being carried away.

"Why, Ginger?! Whyyy?!"

"Have you read the novel? It's got more content that wasn't put in the film." Jake pointed out.

"Black Beauty is a novel?"

"No way, you didn't know?!"

"Jakey, the only things I read are Moxxie's diary and the Hellquine magazine."

Time went by. Blitzo sniffed around the house until he came across an old photo album. To Jake's chagrin, it contained baby pictures of him.

"Aww, you were so cute! Who would have thought your old man could take decent photos? Oh, look, you're with Striker and Bombproof on this one!" Jake groaned, trying in vain to hide in the cushions. "Oh, shit, what a big dick you had!"

"Okay, that's enough humiliation for a day!"

Jake tried to pull the album away from Blitzo, cheeks red. They fought over the album until something slipped out and fell down to the floor. Blitzo picked it up.

"Hey, this one wasn't in any of the pages." Blitzo couldn't contain a wolf-whistle. "What a lovely lady!"

Curious, Jake leaned in to take a look at the photo: a tall woman with dark red skin and gold-green eyes sat on top of a fence, running a hand through her long black hair as it was blown back by the wind.

"Is this your mommy, Jakey?"

Jake pondered on it, eyes fixed on the photograph. He's never seen that woman before, be it in a photo or in person. He looked through the album but found no more pictures of the woman. If this was his mother, why are there no signs of her anywhere?

The door swung open at that moment. "Blitz, I'm home."

"Hey, Strike, who's this pretty lady?"

Jake felt a shiver down his spine as he saw his father stop in his tracks, face pale. He knew what was coming. The shock became anger. But it wasn't like those other times dad had grown mad at Blitzo; this time, there was a darkness in his eyes as he stomped towards Blitzo, tail rattling, and wordlessly snatched the photo from his grasp.

"Where did you find it?!" he shouted, making Blitzo realize he had unintentionally reopened an old wound.

"It slipped from that album…" he stuttered, pointing at the forgotten tome.

"Why can't you keep yer bloody nose away from my privacy, Blitzo?!"

"D-Dad, calm down, he didn't mean to-!"

"Stay out of this, boy!" Striker hissed, startling Jake into stepping back.

"Whoa, whoa, there's no need to yell at Jakey! It's me you're pissed at, remember?"

Striker clenched his fists. "Get out."

"Wait, what?"

"Get yer shitty ass out of my house!" Striker didn't even wait for Blitzo to reply; he simply pushed him towards and shoved him out of the door, slamming it shut; Striker panted heavily for breath as he leaned against it.

"Dad, that was uncalled for!" Jake quickly regretted having spoken when his father shot him a frown. The rings around his pupils were thick, another sign that he was pissed.

"How many times have I told you not to look through my things without permission?!" he growled.

"I was curious, dad…!"

"That's no excuse, boy! You wouldn't like me to go look into your own stuff, would you?!"

"B-But dad…"

"I don't want to hear it, boy." Striker pointed to the stairs. "Go to your room, I don't want to see you for the rest of the night!"

Jake was close to tears now. "Daddy…"

"NOW!"

Jake didn't dare to talk back to his father this time. He ran up the stairs and into his room, tears in his eyes. The impling climbed into his bed, hid under the blankets and cried himself to sleep.

*HB*

He hadn't meant to yell at Jake. It's not him he's mad at, but… Seeing her photo in Blitzo's grasp and hearing him ask so casually as if he'd done nothing wrong really pissed him off... That, plus the rather unpleasant encounter from earlier… Great, now he'd have to apologize to Blitz when things calm down.

Striker couldn't sleep that night. There were too many things on his head, and he had to think of what he'd do now that Jake had seen the photo. There's no way he can weasel out of it now, the boy was too smart for that. And deep down, Striker wanted to tell his son about the wonderful woman who was his mother, the woman that he'd…

Striker closed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, trying to push the painful memory away.

He waited until the next morning until he was certain he had calm down to go upstairs to his son's room with a jam and peanut butter sandwich, Jake's favorite treat. Striker tentatively knocked on the door.

"Jake?"

There was no reply. Slowly, he opened the door and walked in. Jake was still on his bed, hidden under the covers. He had seen him shifting just before he peeked in, so he knew he wasn't really sleeping, but it was evident that Jake didn't want to talk to him either. Striker sat down on the edge of his son's bed, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I… I brought you a sandwich in case you were hungry." He was met with silence again. "I know you're not really sleepin', kiddo." His suspicions were confirmed when Jake opened his eyes, but his back was still turned and he still did not speak. Sighing, Striker placed the place on the bedside table and ran a hand through his white locks. "Jake, I… I'm sorry for yellin' at you. I had a… complicated day and seein' that photo in Blitzo's grasp reopened an old wound, so I… I took it out on you."

"Who's that woman?" Jake asked curtly. Striker took a deep breath.

"...Her name was Jane. She's your mother."

Jake sat up on the bed this time. "That's mom?"

"Yes…" Striker slipped the photo out of his pocket, smiling forlornly as he stared at it. "She was a wild-spirited, passionate woman, my killin' partner, and the love of my life. We'd travel and take killin' jobs throughout the seven rings together."

Jake stared at the photo. The question that had been bugging him since Millie brought up the topic on Loo Loo Land left his lips. "What happened to her?"

Striker's smile vanished. That's the one, inevitable question that he didn't want to answer. But he had to tell him something, anything.

"...She got ill and passed away shortly after you were born," he told Jake. It's a half-truth, close enough to what actually caused her death. "You were just a baby, so it's normal for you to not remember her." Jake looked like he'd cry again at any moment now. Striker smiled sadly and wiped a lone tear trickling down his cheek. "But she left me the greatest gift she could give me: you, son."

Jake sniffled and threw himself into his father's embrace. "I wish I could have met her."

"She'd be proud of her little man, no doubt. You remind me of her quite a lot, my boy."

"Really?"

"You have her same spirit, the same fire in yer eyes, her determination." Striker smirked. "And her knack at gettin' in trouble, I may add."

"Hey!"

Striker laughed and pulled his son closer to playfully ruffle his hair. Sadly, the sweet moment was brought to an end as he caught a pair of yellow eyes peering through the window. With an annoyed grunt, Striker went to the window and tapped loudly on it, startling Blitzo into losing his balance and falling back with the stair.

*HB*

Blitzo should have started a stalking company, since he's so good at it XD-

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Evening to all :)

All right, so I finaly did it, the last chapter of my original story is finaly done :) It took me a while, what with the episode 8 being released at that time, and with some other stuff I wrote in the between then and now, but it is done. Well, one more part is left, basicly like an epilogue, wich will be posted in a couple of days, too, but the story itself ends with this one.

Anyway, enjoy, and I wish you all a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 26

Jakes POV

„How is she?“ I asked Jessy as I entered the room. She got her head up from the book she was reading to look at me. „Still the same.“ She said. I sighed, walking to her bed. I took her hand, placing a soft kiss on her wrist. „The doctor was here earlier.“ Jessy informed me. „He said she is doing fine, that there's not any medical reason to be worried about.“ I just stared at her sleeping face. „Then why won't she wake up, Jessy?“ I asked her desperatly. „She will, Jake.“ she said to me, and I turned arround facing her. She smiled at me „When she's ready.“ Four days passed since they operated on her, and I was worried. Maybe Jessy was right, but her words didn't bring me any peace. She collected her stuff, and came to me. „Call me if you need anything. And if there's any change.“ She said hugging me. „Thanks, I will.“ I said, Jessy smiling once more at me before leaving. With Jessy gone, I moved myself lying next to her, leaning my forehead on the side of her head. „Please, Maya, you have to wake up.“ I whispered to her ear „ I can't do this alone, I need you with me.“

I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched, turning my head. That nice nurse from before was smiling at me „Sorry, dear, didn't mean to fright you.“ I must have dozed off. „It's fine“ I said. „Is something wrong?“ I asked alarmed, and she smiled again „No, dear. I just need to change some things, so I have to ask you to leave for a while.“ I turned my head back to Maya, she looked so peaceful. „Dont worry, dear“ the nurse said „I'll take good care of her, just like I did before.“ I turned my look back to her. She smiled so heartedly at me, I got a feeling she had a special liking for Maya. And she did stick up for me when they brought Maya in here, and I refused to leave her and was almost dragged out by security. So I felt at peace to leave Maya with her. „Ofcourse, I'll let you do your thing.“ I said, getting up from the bed. I got to the doors when I turned back to her. „I'm sorry, but I don't know your name.“ I said and the nurse looked at me „It's Doris. Why do you ask, dear?“ „So I can properly thank you.“ I said. „So, thank you, Doris, for everything.“ She smiled wide at me „Oh, dear, you're sweet, and I knew I was right about you, but no need to thank me, really.“ She said and winked at me. I smiled back at her a bit confused before leaving the room.

I went outside, getting coffee and just sat at the bench in front of the hospital. I hated being here again. And seeing her back at that bed once more made me angry. And scared. More scared than the last time. All this uncertainty was driving me insane. If everything is fine like the doctor said, why isn't she awake yet? I was deep into my thoughts, that it took me a while to notice my phone was ringing. „Hey, Hannah.“ I answered the call. „Hi, Jake. How is she? Any change?“ she asked. I sighed „Nothing yet.“ „I'm sure everything will be fine soon, she's a fighter.“ She said reasuringly to me. „I hope so.“ I said. „I don't need to ask how you are“ she said „I can hear it in your voice. Did you eat anything today?“ I could hear the worry in her voice for me, and I could have easily lied, but she would know. „Not yet, I will later.“ „Jake, you can't do that to yourself.“ She said „And I won't let you. I'll be there in 10, and I'm taking you for lunch.“ „Hannah, that's nice of you, but rea...“ she didnt let me finish. „Stop it, I don't want to hear it!“ She almost yelled at me, and it made me smile. She really was worried for me, just like a sister would be. I was still geting used to that, of being someones brother. „All right, Hannah, I'll be waiting for you outside.“ „Good.“ She said „And besides, there is something I want to talk to you about anyway. Allrighty, see you in a while.“ „See you, Hannah.“ I said ending the call. I got up from the bench, taking the last sip of my coffe, heading out from the hospital area to meet with her.

The lunch with Hannah passed mostly with her talking and me thoughtfully nodding and saying a few words. She tried hard to lift my spirit up at least a little, and I was grateful to her, but only one thing could pull me back to normal now. „Just think about my proposal. I know you're worried about Maya, we all are, but just think about it, ok?“ Hannah said to me as she drove me back to the hospital. „Yeah, I will.“ I said back to her. She hugged me tight „Hang in there, and call if you need anything.“ „Thanks, Hannah.“ I said hugging her back before leaving the car. Walking back inside the hospital, I did think about Hannahs proposal. She was moving in with Thomas, and she wanted to leave her apartment to me. Wich wasn't a bad idea, actually. I liked the apartment, and besides, when Maya gets out of hospital, she would be more comfortable there than at the motel. And that one room has a nice big window, she would love all that natural light for her drawing. I chuckled to myself at my thoughts. Not im my wildest dreams was I expecting to be thinking of something like this, ever. But she changed me so much, she gave me hope again. She made it so that I felt like I finaly found my quiet place in all this chaos. She was the missing link I was looking for all this time. She became my everything. I entered her room with a smile for the first time after days. And I froze. Her bed was empty. It felt like my heart actually stopped beating for a moment, panic hitting at me like a truck. What happened? I was gone for a few hours, she was fine, what the fuck happened?! „Jake?“ I swallowed hard, turning my head to the sound of my name being called. My eyes swelled with tears, as hers locked with mine. In a few quick steps I came to her, carefully embracing her in a hug, burying my face to her neck. „Don't you ever scare me like this again.“ I said, unsuccessfully hiding my sobs. „I don't think my heart could take it.“ She released me from a hug, her eyes also full of tears. She rested her palm on my cheek, and I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, relieved to feel her touch again. „I knew you wouldn't leave me, that you'd come back to me.“ I said opening my eyes. She smiled at me, her voice raspy „I could never leave you. Nothing can keep me away from you.“ She kissed me then, the kiss salty from out tears. Doris sighed next to us „Oh, the young love..what a beautiful thing it is.“

Doris and me helped her back to bed and she tapped with her hand beside her for me to join. I got next to her and she rested her head on my chest. „How you feeling, angle?“ I asked her. „Tired“ she said „And in pain.“ „Don't worry, hun“ Doris said „I gave you some 'good stuff' now, it will help.“ „Thanks, Doris.“ She said with a weak smile, Doris winking at her before leaving the room. She stirred a bit, making herselff more comfortable „You won't leave, right?“ she said to me sleepily, the meds Doris gave her starting to work. „Ofcourse not“ I said, kissing the top of her head „You just rest, angel, I'll be right here when you wake up.“ She smiled and fell asleep instantly. I just stared through the window, the feeling of her steady breathing relaxing me. I felt my eyes getting heavier, and before I knew it, I too fell asleep.

Mayas POV

It was early in the morning when I woke up. I felt a bit better, but was still in a lot of pain. Jake was still sleeping. And even asleep, he looked tired, the rings under his eyes showing again. Doris entered the room, smiling at me. „Good morning, hun.“ She wispered to me as she came next to the bed checking on my IV. „'Morning.“ I said smiling back at her. She glanced at Jake „I was right about him after all.“ She said and winked at me. I chuckled silently „You sure wer, Doris.“ „Well, rest some more, hun. I'll be back shortly with your breakfast.“ She said, smiling at me again leaving the room. „What was that about?“ I turned my head, Jake looking at me sleepily.“It's not nice to eavesdrop.“ I grinned at him. „It was kinda hard not to.“ He said raising his eyebrow at me. I laughed „All right, you got a point there.“ He smiled at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. „It's good to see you laughing again.“ He got serious then „I'm sorry, angel.“ „What for?“ I asked. „For not being there with you.“ he said and sighed „I shouldn't have left you alone. I've let you down again.“ „Hey, that's not true.“ I said „I basicly forced you to leave, so if anyone is to be blamed, it's me then.“ „Even so, but I wasn't there.“ He said. „Jake“ I said softly, and he looked at me „Don't do this to yourself. It's not your fault this happened.“ I could see he was troubled with this. „Who is to say that the same thing wouldn't happen even if you were there?“ I asked him. „I can't, so please, don't torture yourself with 'what if's'. It happened, and I just want to move on, leave it all behind, now that it's finally over.“ He just looked at me „I don't know how you can so easily just move on.“ I sighed „Because, I don't want for it to take over my life. I want to focus on good things ahead of me, not dwell in the past.“ I placed my palm on his face and smiled at him „I want to focus on us.“ He kissed me softly, when Doris voice came from the door „Listen to her, dear, she speaks wisely.“ She said, winking at us. „She sure does, Doris.“ He said, not taking his eyes off me. She came to the bed bringing the food tray. „Now, lets get some food in you, hun. You will need it to get better.“ She said. Jake helped me to sit up, leaning on the pillow, Doris placing the tray in front of us. „I brought some extra, so there is enough for both of you.“ she said and winked at us, before leaving the room. „She sure likes you.“ he said to me as she left. I grinned at him „What to say, I'm just so darn adorable.“ He shook his head at me „And still impossible.“ I grinned even more „Even so, you still love me.“ He looked dreamily at me and smiled „More then you can imagine.“

The rest of my days in hospital passed fast. Jake was mostly with me, making sure to leave me with some kind of entertaintment when he left, either to help with Hannahs moving or for something else. He brought me his laptop, since mine got broken, with bunch of downloaded movies and books on it. Jessy also came to see me as often as she could. I was grateful for everything, but at some point all I wanted was some peace and quiet.

„Are you sure you don't want me to call Jessy to come?“ Jake asked me once more before leaving. „I'm sure“ I said „Don't worry, and don't get me wrong, but some alone time will be nice.“ „Humf, fine.“ He said „But call me if you get bored or anything and I'll be back right away.“ „I will.“ I said and smiled. He kissed me before heading for the doors. „See you soon, angel.“

With Jake gone, the room was quiet again, which was relaxing. I closed my eyes just apprieciating the silence, trying to get some sleep. But the nightmare was back. The images of what happened haunted my dreams repeatedly. Jake noticed it too, but I dismissed his worry quickly every time. He tried convincing me to talk about it with someone, anyone, even if it wasnt him, but I always said I'm fine, that it's not necessary. But he was right after all. I should.

With a sigh, I turned on the side staring through the windown, when a knock came from the doors. I turned, and laughed. A cute teddy bear holding a heart with 'Get well soon!' written on it was smiling at me from the door frame. The person holding it peeped his head behind it and grinned „Hello, gorgeous.“ „Hey, Phil.“ I smiled at him „I was worried you forgot about me.“ I said. He was the only one that hasn't visited me, at least till now. „That could never happen, gorgeous.“ He said walking over to me. „I just...waited for the right moment to come.“ He grinned sitting on the bed next to me. I laughed „So, Jessy informed you it's safe to come now, huh?“ I said raising my eyebrow at him. He grinned even more „Something like that.“ I shook my head „Well, I'm glad you came.“

„You know, my job offer still stands, gorgeous. I would still very much like you to do it.“ Phil said to me after a while. I chuckled „Can I at least get out of this place first? Then we can discuss it further.“ „Ofcours. I just wanted to let you know the offer still stands.“ He grinned devilishly and winked „Just so you don't forget about it.“ I laughed „Oh, don't worry, I never forget about the jobs being offered to me.“ „Good.“ He said and winked again. „Anyway, gorgeous, unfortunately I have to go now. Some of us don't have the luxury to lay in bed all day.“ He said getting up and grinning at me. He stood there for a moment, his face getting serious. He leaned then, embracing me in tight hug „I'm glad you're back with us, gorgeous.“ He said to my ear and kissed me on the cheek before moving from me. I smiled „Me too, Phil, me too.“ I took the teddy and grinned „And thank's for this guy.“ He grinned back „No worries, gorgeous.“ „Hello there.“ A voice sounded at the doors. Phil raised his eyebrow looking at me „Now it really is time I go.“ He smiled once more at me „Take care, gorgeous. See you soon.“ He turned and nodde at the person entering the room „Loverboy.“ Jake did the same walking towards my bed, looking extremely calm, and I was surprised. As they passed eachother, Phil stopped „Hey, loverboy?“ Jake turned to him and Phil's fist colided with his face, sending him to the floor. „Phil!“ I jumped in my bed, wincing instantly from the pain. Phil didn't even spare me a glance, he just leaned down closer to Jake „I told you to take care of her.“ Jake just looked at him, not trying to do anything. Doris bursted to the room „Phil Hawkins!“ she yelled „How dare you come to 'my house' and make a mess?!“ The two just continued to look at eachother, when Phil finaly straightened and turned to Doris with the most wide smile „Sorry, Doris.“ He said walking towards her „I owed him that.“ He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before heading for the doors „Hope I'll see you and the others soon at the Aurora.“ Doris shook her head after him „Schmack.“ She turned to Jake „You all right there, dear?“ she asked him as he got up. „I'm fine, thanks Doris.“ He said and she looked at him „Mhm, sure you are. I'm still gonna brig you some ice for that.“ She said and walked out. „I'm fine.“ Jake said to me seeing my expression. He came and sat next to me. „Thats was very unexpected of you. I was sure you would fight him back.“ I said and he looked at me a bit sad „Well, he was right.“ I sighed „Are we back to that again?“ „What? To me not looking after you? Ofcourse, I will never forgive myself for it.“ Now he sighed desperately „I'm sorry, angel, but I can't just get so easily over it. Maybe with time, but for now it still sits heavy on my shoulders.“ I saw how much all of it still bothered him, and I knew no matter what I might say he wouldn't listen. „All right“ I said after a moment „But, just promise me, you will try to let go off that. For me.“ He half smiled „I promise, angel.“ I pulled him to me for a kiss, and he winced. Doris came back giving Jake the ice pack. „Thank you , Doris.“ He said taking it from her. „You're welcome, dear.“ She said winking before leaving again. I took the ice pack from him „Come here you.“ I said and pulled him to lay next to me. Placing the pack on the spot that was really red by now and started to swell he winced again „Ouch!“. „I'm sorry.“ I said quickly and he grinned at me. „Ohh you, that was mean!“ He laughed „Sorry, angel, couldn't resist.“

„Ready to leave, hun?“ Doris asked smiling from the doors holding my discharge papers. „Definitely!“ I said cheerfuly. She came to me and hugged me „Now, hun, as much as I like you, I hope I'll never see you again.“ She moved from me and winked „At least not in here.“ I chuckled „I hope so too, Doris. And, thank you, again, for everything.“ „No need to thank me, hun.“ She turned to Jake and winked „Now, dear, you take good care of her, this one's a keeper.“ „You can say that again, Doris.“ He said back, and to the surprise of both of us, walked to her and gave her a hug. „And I also thank you for everything.“ He released her, and with glazing eyes she waved her hand at us „Oh, you two..get going now, before you get me even more teary.“ She smiled and squeezed us both on the hand before leaving the room „Take care, kids.“

Feeling the sun on my face as we stepped out from the hospital felt so good. „So, do you maybe want to go somewhere first?“ Jake asked me as we walked towards the car. „I mean, you were in there for quite a wile.“ I smiled at him „Yeah, thats true. But I still feel a bit tired. Maybe tomorrow.“ As much as I appriciated being out, I still needed to rest. But I also wasn't very eager of the thought of returning back to the motel. Not after all that happened there. He smiled back at me „As you wish, angel. We got to the apartment then.“ „Apartment? Not the motel?“ I asked surprised. „Ahm, well yeah.“ He started „I hope you don't mind, but I got all your stuff and took them to Hannah's place.“ He got a bit nervous „I mean, I am staying there now that she's moved in with Thomas. And to be honest, I thought you might feel...less uneasy there.“ I stopped walking, and he turned to look at me. „Everything all ri...“ But I didn't let him finish. I pulled him in a tight hug „Thank you. You have no idea how glad I am to hear this. I so didn't want to go back to the motel. Not after everything.“ I felt tears coming to my eyes. „I know, angel.“ He said, and a sob escaped me. Then another, and another. He hugged me tighter „It's ok, angel, everything will be fine. I've got you now.“ He just held me there in a tight hug, letting me cry on his shoulder, for as long as I needed it.

„Ohh, this room is amazing with all this natural light!“ I squealed as Jake showed me around the apartment. He chuckled „I thought you might like it. Hence that big table there.“ I turned grinning to him „You did this for me?“ „Ofcourse, angel.“ I rushed to him throwing my hands around his neck and kissing him, but winced from the pain in my shoulder. „All right, that's enough excitement for you for now.“ He said ushering me out of the room. He lead me to the couch, made me sit then lifted my feet up. „Now don't move from here unless it's really necessary.“ He said stern with a raised eyebrow. „Oh, come on, that's not needed.“ I said protestingly. He chuckled „Maybe, but just take it easy for a day or two more.“ I was about to protest again, but he looked at me, making such a puppy face that I couldn't possibly say no to him. „Argh, all right, although I feel fine, I'll do it for you.“ „Thank you, angel.“ He said and leaned to kiss me. „Now, can I get you anything? Drink, food?“ he asked and i grinned „Well, I would kill for a coffee.“ He laughed hard „Why I'm not surprised about that.“ He said standing up. „Well, since I'm not allowed to move from this spot, I hope you're ready to indulge my demands.“ I said grinning. He smiled „For you, angel, I'll do anything.“

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3 MONTHS LATER

„Just come to the Aurora tonight, Jessy, I will tell you everything then.“ I said to her on the phone, as I entered the apartment. „Fine, be all secretive then.“ She said sulky. I laughed „No need for that tone, you know that won't work on me. I'm still not gonna tell you anything now.“ „Ahhh, fine! See you tonight then.“ „See you, Jessy.“ I entered the kitchen, Jake sitting at the table with his laptop. He smiled „Hey, angel.“ „Hey babe.“ I said going to him for a kiss. „How was with dr. Barret?“ he asked. „It was ok.“ I said sitting next to him. „It actualy feels good to talk about it with someone.“ I smiled „Thank you for talking me into doing it.“ „No need to thank me, angel.“ He said smiling back. I sighed „I hope it doesn't bother you that it's not you that I can talk to about it.“ He took my hand, pulling me from the chair to sit on his lap „I don't really care who you talk about it with, angel. Heck, I wouldn't care if you said you wanted to talk to Phil about it. As long as you get better.“ I laughed „Huh, you know, now that you mentioned it, they do say that barkeepers are a good listeners. So kinda close to psychiatrist.“ I tilted my head and said teasingly „It would definitely be cheeper. And beside, I'm sure Phil wouldn't mind listening to me, me being all vulnerable around him, and..“ „Ok,ok, no need to continue.“ He said quickly interupting me. „You just stick with dr. Barret.“ I laughed „Awww, babe, will you ever be at ease about Phil?“ „Probably not.“ He said thoughtfully. I smiled „Not even now, when I'm about to move in with you?“ He grinned „Not even then.“ I chuckled „You're hopeless then.“ He gave me a quick kiss. „Sooo“ he started grinning again„You think Jessy will be happy when you tell her the news about you moving here?“ „Happy?“ I said, „No, I don't think so.“ He looked confused at me, and I grinned „She will be thrilled.“

A/N: Ok, so after a short, but lovely chat with @lovingstudentangel who got a bit confused with how I ended the previous chapter, with the part of Jake visiting a grave, thinking it was the end of the story, so I want to clarifie it for her, or anyone else who might have been equaly confused. It was his mother grave that he visited, and I used that part as a clifhanger. I hope all is in the clear now :)

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood mc #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc

[entityskillcount-archive]

Thoughts on everyone in the realms?

"Short Answer; I made a chart. Not a well drawn chart, mind you, but a chart. Sometimes you don't wanna put effort into drawing 50 something faces"

"Long answer, uh....well lemme go down the list"

Claudette: My Starflower~!! She's so sweet and kind and amazing in trials and every time I see her I swoon a little- I love her so much~ Dwight: He's cute- And he's a good leader, despite his nervous personality, he knows how to bring a group together. Final guy potential. Ash: ....Don't...Tell him I said this? But uh....Evil Dead was one of my biggest comfort series, the thing that got me through losing both my parents....the thing that helped me transition, pick my name, and fueled my FX hobby. And I'm still attached, even realizing he's a real person and all- But...it's weird to just, be upfront with something like that, so I'm just...burying it as best as I can. David: He's a little rough around the edges but he’s good to have in a trial, plus when you can get past the walls, he’s nice to talk to. Kate: Her music by the campfire is calming and she’s such a sweetheart. If we were in a better situation I’d love to learn Guitar from her, but, it’s hard when you’re a moment away from a trial at any given time. Amalthea (@askthewidowstars OC): She judged my entire vibe but jokes on her I’m the one who snagged a cutie for life- Meg: If I had a dollar for every time she left me for dead I would have enough money to paint the entire campfire in solid gold. The only time we’ve ever properly talked was about SAW traps and 90% of it was her admitting she could beat every single trap because she was ‘built different’  Jeff: He’s a sweetheart and really nice to be around. Sometimes when we’re by the campfire in our downtimes I’ll let him draw on my arm. it kinda makes me want a tattoo, honestly. If we ever get out of here, I might get one. Steve: Bros!! We kinda make up team ‘Altruistic Himbo’, Plus the ‘Babysitter/Brother’ Vibes mesh really well. I kinda wanna re-style his hair though, mostly because it looks fluffy, and nice to play with.  Quentin: Bros!! We’re gonna make matching T-Shirts about committing Arson on Freddy in particular. He’s fun to hang around in our downtime, and I hope there’s a chance he can get some actual rest, even in here. He deserves it. Adam: If Dwight wasn’t the leader I feel like he’d take over the Reigns. I feel like he’s the calm type that doesn’t handle energetic types well though. Which, y’know, makes things hard.  Nea: Anytime I see her she’s either sneaking around the map and watching everyone get killed, or doing something stupid to get herself killed. I’d get grey hair if We were actually friends.  Feng: Gamer bros- I got to find out we actually played a lotta the same stuff before we were taken by the Entity. We get a chance to nerd out in between trials- Laurie: Best Final Girl hands down. I kinda hope she can teach me Decisive Strike one day- I feel like its also just a little awkward since again, still a fan of Myers Nancy: She doesn’t agree that Demo’s a good boy, which makes sense, but we but heads over it. Also I’m pretty sure she wants me dead for touching the bones around the map one too many times. They’re just too tempting.... Jake: He’s pretty quiet, but he’s helpful in trials. I heard he’s been to a convention a few times, but I don’t think he’s actually into it as much as I thought...Which kinda sucks. I’d love more cosplay buddies y’know? Yui: Kinda makes me want a motorbike. We don’t talk but she seems really cool. A little too cool to me around if that makes sense.  Yun-Jin: She benefits off of throwing everyone else under the bus. And 90% of the time she will throw everyone under the bus. Even if she needs actual help to escape the trial.  Cheryl: Cheryylll!!  She’s really cool and honestly would add her to the ‘Can kill god if she was not nerfed’ Squad. Especially since y’know, she has- I bet if we got enough of the kids together we could just beat the Entity’s ass. I know she could.  Tapp: Always been a fan of Tapp before I was taken, although I feel like he’d wanna arrest me if we weren’t in the Entity’s Realm. I might be a little too excited for my own good about Kramer’s work. I don’t think he’d believe the fact its a movie either.  Ace: He’s kinda like the Uncle of the group around the campfire, but, coming into trials, He’s still for saving his own skin- You can also only stand dad jokes for so long. Especially in an eternity like this.  Leon: He’s cool!!! I got so excited first realizing He and Jill were here, and I wanna get a chance to talk to him about everything that went down, but Haven’t got the chance. He’s nice inside of Trials though, usually doesn’t leave anyone behind. Not a fan of getting blinded though.  Jill: She knows how to lead the trials well, and I look up to her a lot. She’s always been such a badass!!  Bill: If Bill gets his hands on a weapon the entire Realm would be fucked. Badass as hell and Kinda scary. Another one on the list of ‘Entity needed to Nerf’ Felix: You’d think a Childless Father and a Fatherless son would be able to bond a bit more, but, I think we each kinda get the same vibe of homesickness from one another. He’s kind though, and it’s neat to see his work whenever we’re by the campfire.  Elodie: She’s better at helping out than most of the others, but she’s still in a survival of the fittest mindset. I loved hearing about her studies from before she was taken though. I feel like if we had more time we could dig deeper into this whole world and what its about. But we don’t get that- Zarina: We just don’t really click as much, honestly. I’d love to get to know her better but I think she’s more into digging into the killers and what she can find out about this place. Which y’know, could be better done with a team. Sage (@askthewidowstars OC): HUSBAND!!! My husband. I love him to the Moon and back. He’s amazing and I miss him even when we’re five feet apart-  ...I need a hug now-  Amanda: Best girl hands down!! We vibed a lot in between Trials talking about her traps and old designs, she was impressed by my knowledge, and we hang out in Gideon sometimes!   Ghostface: He’s pretty cute- Also fun to be around, even if he’s kind of a dick when he’s actually at work, it’s better when you’re outside of a Trial. It’s also neat to see he’s not just two idiots in a halloween costume and his own person, as much as I love the Scream Series, too-  Leatherface: Bubba!!! Honestly I’d handle being chainsawed. Fuckin Love Bubba-  Huntress: I wanna learn how to throw hatchets but I know I never will. She’s kinda scary, but also I feel like if she could adopt some of the others in the Realms, she totally would.  Oni: The only times I’ve ever really seen him is just before my skull gets bashed in. All I really have associated to him is the splitting headache.  Twins: I’m gonna punt Victor into the sun. I haven’t been good around kids beforehand and this tiny gremlin motherfucker just makes it worse.  Pinhead: I was so excited to see him!! He’s one of the few that talks more often than not in a trial, and he’s always had this air of elegance about him which makes it so much cooler! I’d be tempted to grab the box to solve it, but, at the same time Dwight’s already been hunted. I just...want to see how it works, really. Maybe if I ask nicely? Nah, probably not.  Pyramid Head: He’s so fucking COOL!!! He’s always just been really fucking cool and I still get stars in my eyes. I wanna re-create his weapon one day.  Joey: Joey’s one of the chill killers to be around, probably my favorite amongst the legion. Also Cosplay gang?? Hello? Susie: She’s cute!! I like her vibes whenever there’s not violence involved. I wonder if she’d ever get into costume making, she has the artistic eye for it. I also wonder if she’d ever dye other people’s hair...I’d kinda want green tips one day- Frank: Still wanna throw a palette at him. He’s one of the more serious of the Legion, and usually the one you’d find with a Mori. Not as Serious as Julie but only because he has the cocky god complex to go with it.  Julie:  She’s definitely the most serious out of the Legion. There’s no real rest whenever we’re in a trial against her. Scary as hell and less of a bastard than the other three.  Hillbilly: I know he deserved a lot better than this, especially after hearing more about him. I...Haven’t gotten to see much than the end of his chainsaw though.  Blight: This dude’s singlehandedly bringing back my fear of needles and I thought I lost that with HRT- Also like, dude spits up orange fuckin everywhere.  Michael: My Mans!! I always get a little excited knowing we’re up against him. It’s habit- It’s kinda weird to see him easily affected by like, palettes or flashlights though.  Spirit: She seems like she could be nice when there’s some downtime. I’m also one of the few that can understand her well enough, which probably makes things easier. I found out she’s basically my age when I survived a trial by myself. I’d hope to hang out more sometime. Nemesis: God he’s so fucking tall. Kinda surprised it was Nemesis out of everyone that could’ve been brought, and also, kinda terrified? Still am kinda terrified. I’m surprised he hasn’t just torn up an entire map yet. His zombie minions are also annoying. Wraith: All this motherfucker does is roll up to pull me off Gens and Exist as a problem. I don’t see much of him outside of a Trial. Trapper: Motherfucker Incarnate. If the Entity lets us throw hands I’m fighting him first.  Freddy: ....Gross. I liked the Nightmare on Elm Street series a lot, but...Freddy as a person? Ew. Especially this iteration.  Demogorgon: Demopuppy!! He’s a good boy and he deserves to get treats. Even if the Treats are flesh....I wonder if he likes candy though. Trickster: Pretty!! He also Gives me DIO vibes because of the Jacket and the Knife throwing...Imagine if a killer could stop time...that’d be terrifying. Deathslinger: I wanna sit down and look at his gun more but I also feel like if I ask I’d just get shot on sight. Intimidating as hell but also cool. Mary: ....Still on the very complicated ‘Ex Girlfriend that murdered me’ State. It’s hard to avoid her though. Especially since she wants to get back together since we’re stuck here. Nurse: She does not help my fear of Hospitals, honestly. While she’s easy to go up against, it’s still eugh. Plague: I really, really hate her power. The Sickness and the Vomit is just- Eughhhhh- It just hits every bad sensory issue at once.  Clown: ...I get killers are Killers and aren’t supposed to be good people but also like....Disgusting. Please Remove from the Realm. He’s just- ...Ew.  Doctor: NOPE. NO. NEVER. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

#asks #anonymous #God this was so much to write out

[neverthrive]

Just gonna leave this old ass fanfic here

Adventuring is a rewarding occupation, providing an abundance of wealth, the respect of peers, and even a fulfilling sense of self worth. Even so, the constant action takes its toll, and every once in a great while an adventurer has to take a step back, breathe in deeply, and just get away from it all. Which is exactly what Jake had been planning for himself and his human brother.

It was a simple idea; take a break from their regular schedule of evil slaying, butt-kickery and all around, nonstop awesomeness. Find some remote location that holds nothing but tranquility in store for the duo to just chillax at for a few days. Just the two of them, a dog and his boy. It was perfect, but like any other well laid plan, there was a monkey wrench destined to find its way into the cogs of said perfection and jam Jake's precise synchronization up something awful. This particular monkey wrench goes by the name of Marceline.

"What are you dweebs up to?" Inquired a melodically cynical voice that belonged to none other than the ancient noirette in question. Marceline stared down ever curiously at the mixed species siblings and their growing mess as she liesurely drifted on the air over their heads. From what she could tell, her mortal friends appeared to be gathering heaps of useless garbage and stowing the junk in their already cramped luggage, for some reason or another.

Finn took a moment to acknowledge the vampire's presence, looking up from his loaded pack to face her. "I'm not actually sure, myself... Jake just told me to start packing my crud, and I guess that's what I'm doing, so does that answer your question?"

"Not in the least." she replied curtly before turning her now suspicious gaze in Jake's direction. The dog paid Marceline no mind as he continued to toss his various and mostly useless possessions into a sack. A rubber duck, a length of rope, a jar of peanuts, a pair of socks... Finally, he stored two empty glass bottles and closed the sack, still oblivious to the vampire's questioning stare. "Jake, what the plum is with all the hullabaloo?"

"Nope." Jake snapped, mildly irritated.

"'Nope'? Nope what?" She pressed him, ignoring the dog's tone.

"No. I'm not gonna tell you because you'll just want to come with us and muck it up. It's s'pose to be just me and mah bro, and you have no part in it. So no, Marceline, you can't come camping with us." Jake retorted in his best attempt at sounding authoritative, but in trying to iterate just how serious he was, the fact that he was suppose to be withholding information had slipped his mind a tad. He soon realized his mistake and growled in frustration. "Forget I said that last part!" But ironically, that last part about ignoring that previous last part was ignored by both teens.

"We're going camping?" Finn and Marceline asked in unison, excitement bubbling up in their throats.

"Yes, Finn, WE are. And no, Marceline, WE are not. Got it?" Jake answered pointedly. "It's camping time with Finn and Jake. I didn't hear Marceline anywhere in there, so step off sister!"

"Well fine! Maybe I didn't want to go on your stupid trip anyway!" Marceline pouted sorely and turned to leave, but Finn, being the model peacekeeper he is, blocked his friend's exit. "Get out of the way, Finn. I'm obviously not wanted here anymore." The vampire queen tried to push the boy aside, but no matter how hard she shoved, the squishy blob of flesh and heroism persisted to keep her from leaving.

"Come on, Jake's just being a butt. You don't have to leave on account o' him bein' a Mr. grumpy pants." Finn gently wrapped a hand around Marceline's forearm and began to lead her back over to his brother so as amends could be made.

"He doesn't even wear pants, dude." she huffed out in retortion as she let herself be pulled back towards the junk heaps that the magical dog was still busying himself with sorting through and packing into napsacks and suitcases and the like.

"Jake..." Finn verbally nudged his brother to outstretch the olive branch to Marceline, but an apology seemed hesitant in forthcoming. "Come on, man. You know you done bad in yourself bro, and I know you know how to make it right again." Finn's prompt appeared to have worked this time, eliciting a defeated sigh from Jake.

Dropping his bags of assorted and worthless loot, Jake turned to face Marceline who now had her arms crossed over her chest and was avoiding eye contact with him. "Look, I'm sorry, alright?" Marceline untensed a bit at that. "It's not you, It's just that I really wanted to have some bro time with Finn, y'know? To recapture those times we used to share when we was wee pups." Jake inhaled deeply, breathing in the musty scent lingering about from the, until recently, long forgotten contents of that once overstuffed closet in the corner. He had a feeling in his gut that he'd regret this decision later, and his gut was almost never wrong, but he couldn't ignore his guilt and empathy for Marceline. She just wanted to hang with her friends. "So... You want to come with us, then?"

The vampire's sour mood dissipated immediately, her pout rapidly shifting to a grin stretched from pointed ear to pointed ear. "Heck yes I wanna go camping with you guys! So when are we leaving?" Marceline asked almost giddily.

"Well I guess since you're coming with us, we probably shouldn't be heading out 'til just before sundown." Jake answered thoughtfully. Having so much time before they were to depart allowed Jake some spare moments to cool it with all the preparations and freed up his thinkin' schedule a bit. Suddenly, a thought pervaded his mind that the dog rather took a shining to. "If we're bringing guests along now, Lady Rainicorn's coming too!" and with that, Jake took off to go inform his girlfriend of how he'd decided she would be spending the next few days. The matter was entirely non negotiable.

Finn and Marceline stood idly by as Jake hastily absconded out through a nearby window. The young hero turned to his immortal friend "You know, he actually does wear pants..."

"Really?"

"Yup."

A quarter hour before dusk would settle in, the four campers had reached the landing Jake scouted out beforehand. It was a small pocket within the forest, not too far from a river, vacant enough to comfortably fit everyone but with a dense enough canopy to shade any vampire from daylight at high noon. Having acquired a suitable base of operations, the only thing left standing in between Jake and his cherished relaxation was setting up camp. The duties were divied up between two groups.

"So Lady and I are gonna pitch our tent, by ours I mean hers and mine. I don't know what either of you are doing so... Sleep under the stars or whatever. But also, we need a campfire, so you guys should maybe gather some sticks and twigs and stuff, and it'll be math. 'Kay." Jake then spoke something in a language neither Finn nor Marceline could comprehend to Lady, who laughed in response, and the two magical creatures diligently began piecing together the frame of their shared tent. The rainicorn giggled lightly every time Jake slipped a tent pole into the corresponding connector she held.

Marceline narrowed her eyes at the spectacle and made a face. "Gross..." She thought it best to linger around the couple and their disgusting adorableness as little as inhumanly possible and began to head towards the surrounding thickets. Finn soon followed suit, tailing behind his friend into the thick of the forest to gather materials for their fire.

"So like, sticks, huh?" The human remarked as he bent over to scoop a discarded twig from the earth.

Marceline turned to see Finn's pitiful offering. Their fire would need a lot more fuel than some measly green branches. "No man, we need bigger stuff than that." she explained. "And preferably a little more dead." she added.

"Bigger?" Finn thought it over for a moment. "Alright, bigger." Turning to face a tree, the stout teenager grappled the trunk and with all his might attempted to pry the poor unsuspecting eudicot from the soil. "I need your wood, tree! Give it up, yo!" Finn continued his struggle while Marceline cackled at his random act of foolishness.

Seeing no sign of Finn relenting any time soon, his undead friend intervened. "Finn, we don't need a whole tree. And you most def don't gotta yank one out'a the ground. C'mere, ya goober." she beckoned while barely supressing her laughter. Finn looked from Marceline then back to the tree in his grasp, releasing the bark from his grip and gaining nothing from his efforts but sore arms.

"Look," she pointed to a fallen branch that looked as if it'd been laying on the forest floor for a few seasons now. "This is the kind of stuff we're gonna need. Big enough to burn, and not impossible to pick up, got it? Now get it." Finn did as instructed, bending to take the dry, rough chunk of high octane campfire fuel in his arms. "Alright, now just find a lot more like it and we're good to light 'em up."

"How many more?" Finn asked wearily.

"I don't know. Lots, I suppose. Have to keep it going for a while." she replied, venturing deeper into the woods to search for any more decent firewood she might per chance stumble upon. Figuratively, that is, it's hard to sumble when your feet don't touch the ground.

"Bleh..." Despite his contempt for such menial labor, Finn once again followed the vampire to gather what they needed. It was an easy enough job, but way too dang boring for a man of action. Finn needed excitement, and lugging sticks around wasn't providing.

When they'd finished gathering the firewood and the time came to actually light the fire, Finn demanded he be the one to do the deed. And so there they sat across from one another, a neatly arranged pile of dead wood between them. Finn furiously stroked the sticks together in a fruitless attempt to catalyze a spark.

"This usually works! These things must be broken, or something..." Finn pouted and heaved the useless wooden shafts into the nearby shrubbery in frustration.

"Here," Marceline moved herself closer to the bundle and spawned a small flame in the palms of her hands. Touching the flame to the tinder, the pile of miniature lumber and bark ignited almost instantly. Finn stared down at the blazing fire, then glanced up to Marcleline, a smug, toothy smirk plastered across her face.

"You cheated!" he yelped, pointing accusingly at the girl who succeeded so easilly where he so miserably failed.

"Finn, don't be jelly of my totally sweet vampire powers." Marceline replied, her expression never faltering.

"I'm not jelly! Maybe jam, but not jelly. Just admit you cheated! Vampire powers is cheating fo' sure." he insisted.

"Nope." The vampire playfully let her forked tongue slide out from between her fangs, mocking the disgruntled human.

"Whatever..."

"Hey, you guys made the fire! Rad!" Jake exclaimed as he padded his way over to the two from his now fully assembled tent.

"Yeah, we totally did it! 100% group effort here." Marceline chimed almost sarcastically. "So who wants to roast marshmallows?"

"... Then the puppy looked under his bed, and saw two glowing green eyes! The pup was so scared, it almost wee wee'd!" Finn stood over his three friends, the crackling fire below lighting his features in distorted illumination. He raised both hands above his head, digits stretched and curled as claws in the most menacing display the boy could muster. "The nebelung under the bed reached out to the scared little puppy and..." Finn paused, turning to Jake who'd heard the story right along with Finn in their youth and knew what came next. "TICKLED THE PUPPY!" Finn pounced on his brother and poked his wriggling fingers into the dog's soft flanks. Jake snorted and snickered at the human's tickle attack as the two women watched on. Lady found the sight to be quite amusing, adorable even. Marceline just sucked the red from a can of kidney beans in stark indifference.

"If you two are done with your brotherly gropefest yet, maybe I could tell a real ghost story?" Marceline cut their fun short and assumed her position over the campfire as current story teller as the brothers returned to their seats. "This isn't the first time I've been in these parts of the woods. I came through here some years back, how long ago exactly is a little fuzzy. But I wasn't alone. No, I had friends with me, just like I do now, and just like now, there was a dog among my group.

"We were just hiking through, you see, we had no intentions of staying. No, that would be foolish! We knew better, we'd heard the stories of what happens around here after dark. Weird stuff... Spooky happenings, y'know? But the dog, he got lost-"

"Oh no! Not the dog! The dog always dies first!" Jake interrupted with his sudden fearful outburst.

"Well anyway..." Marceline shot him a scornful look, and continued. "The dog must have started straggling, because when we stopped to rest, he was nowhere to be found. Of course we looked for him, we stayed together as a group, we weren't about to split up so we'd all be lost in 'The Forsaken Forest'. But no matter where we searched, there was no sign of the poor lost doggy. It wasn't 'til well after dark when we found him. He was huddled in a bush maybe twenty or so yards from where he was last seen, shaking uncontrollably with his face in his hands.

"He wouldn't show us his face. He just kept on mumbling some nonsense about 'whispering trees' and 'eyeball rockets'. When we finally pried the dog's hands from his face, he had no eyes! Just two gaping sockets where his looking globes used to be! Once we got him to calm down, he told us the whispering trees of the forsaken forest used some hoodoo to turn his eyeballs into jet packs and they flew right off of his face. Wait..." Marceline stiffened and tilted her head to one side as if intently listening to some faint noise off in the distance. "Did you guys hear that?"

"Hear what?" Jake squeaked, cowering into his girfriend's embrace. Cuddling with Lady Rainicorn made him feel secure, but it wasn't enough to make him totally forget he was in the alleged 'Foresaken Forest'.

"It sounds like..." she leaned in toward Jake, and with a completely straight face, with a hint of what might pass for something distraught in her tone, answered "Whispering."

That's all Jake needed to hear. He gave his friends a surprise performance of his scream song and tore off to his tent as fast as his four legs would carry him, separating himself from the 'evil' trees outside with a thin layer of nylon. No way in the flippin' Night-o-Sphere was he letting some piney mischief makers steal his precious eyes. Lady chuckled and followed after him, knowing Jake wouldn't be able to sleep alone tonight after that fright.

Finn and Marceline shared a laugh at Jake's expense. When their howling merriment subsided, they realized they were alone once more. Finn fed a few more branches from their dwindling supply into the blaze, stoking the flames.

"So, have you really been out in these woods before?" The boy asked, now feeling uneasy not knowing if the vampire's story was true or not. Finn'd witnessed stranger things, so believing tall tales came easily to him.

"Yeah, I have. But not how you're thinking I did, that story was bogus." Finn was relieved. "Naw, my old man took me camping somewhere around here when I was younger, before that whole 'fry incident' happened. It's one of the more pleasant memories I have from my upbringing." Marceline sighed and watched the flames consume their fresh meal through hazy, half lidded eyes. The age-old young woman contently recalled the time she and her father shared out in this forest so many years ago.

"Is that why you like camping?" Finn pulled her out of her train of thought. "Becuase your dad brought you?"

"Yeah, probably." she admitted. "It's just nice to chill out in the wild, with some friends or family or whatever. It's kind of peaceful. So how 'bout you, Finn? Have you ever been camping?"

"Well, once pop took me, Jake and Jermaine out for a weekend of fishing. Y'know, a father and his boys." Finn still missed his parents, they were such kind old folk. No one else would look twice at the human freak, but they raised him as their own. "But it was actually just the back yard, there was a pond there too, and we were told we couldn't go inside the house 'til the weekend was over. Dad made us some sort of little shelter out of some dead trees and ferns and all we ate was the fish we caught, but Dad made sure to stock the pond with lots of fish beforehand, so we had plenty. It was a pretty good time, even if it wasn't the wilderness like this."

"It's not where you're at, Finn, all that matters is who you're with." Marceline asserted, and felt a certain truth to her words resonate. In her experience, this was an immutable fact, in good company, fond memories could be made anywhere. Finn always seemed like good company, and he'd given the vampire an abundance of fresh memories she hoped would not fade any time soon.

"Yeah," Finn nodded gingerly. "that's deep." The human stretched his arms wide and yawned in deeply. It was getting late, and an adolecsent boy needs his sleep. "I'm gonna hit the sack."

Finn took a few paces away from the campfire and found one of the various packs he'd brought with him on this excursion at the base of a large tree. Opening the zipper, he reached inside and withdrew a very large, very new looking gortex sleeping bag and unrolled the bundle of fluff and warmth, laying it across the ground. The tuckered hero wasted no time before hopping into the over sized, silky feeling cocoon, but before he could drift of to the land of Sweet dreams, he was disturbed by a familiar voice.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" demanded the very abandoned feeling vampire queen.

"You're nocturnal." Finn retorted bluntly before rolling over to face away from the dying fire.

"But I've been up all day!" she protested. "My sleep schedule is wack, and it's pretty much entirely your fault."

"Hey, it's your own choice to pester us during the day. You made your bed, now you gotta sleep in it. Hehe." Finn laughed at the irony of that figure of speech used in this particular instance and noted that he's not exactly one to be clever with irony, and it was mostly just coincidence, but an awesome coincidence at that. "Can't you just like, sleep hangin' from a tree or somethin'? Bats do that all the time."

"No! For one, that's actually an insulting generalization, and two, I don't think I can maintain myself in bat form while I'm sleeping." Marceline explained. It sounded logical enough of a reason to rule out sleeping in trees, and there was no way she was about to sleep atop the cold dirt. "Scootch over, I'm getting in with you." she ordered.

"No way! Why didn't you bring your own sleeping junk?" Finn countered.

"Because I didn't think of it and vampires were never bestowed with the gift of foresight, now make room!"

"You can't!" Finn barked.

"Why can't I?" she challenged.

"Because... You're a girl..." Finn's face brightened with reddish hugh.

"Are you saying you'd rather sleep with a boy?" Marceline asked slyly, raising an eyebrow in playful inquiry.

"Well no... But..." Finn sputtered, "This isn't fair!"

"Life ain't fair, get used to it," the dead girl shot back while making her way to Finn and his comfy looking sleeping bag that he was being oh so greedy trying to keep all to himself. Finn hesitated, but after seeing Marceline was dead set on gettin' all up in his bag, he reluctantly relented his opposition and allowed her entry, slipping in beside him.

Marceline noticed how spacious it was inside, still comfortable enough even with the both of them fully encased up to their necks in the puffy fabric, and she almost couldn't help but to be suspicious that Finn's end game was to share this sleeping bag with someone all along. Silly human, he'd only have to ask, no need for reverse psychology and mind games. But then she realized this was Finn she was thinking about and how his intentions never run any deeper than face value. Marceline couldn't see Finn, the genuine goober he is, devise some elaborate plan entailing sleeping bags and psychological warfare all to result in getting her to sleep with him, speaking only in the most literal sense of the term.

Then Marceline realized something else. She was dreadfully uncomfortably laying in this position. "Finn. I need a pillow." she informed.

Disturbed once more from the verge of slumber, Finn exhaled audibly and cracked his sore and crusty eyes. Scanning about the surrounding darkness for something that might sate the relentless vampire's pestering, Finn peered a fairly large, stout stone not far from where they lay. Removing his arms from the confines of the sleeping bag he was now being forced to share, he grabbed hold of the rock and placed it by Marceline's head with a dull thud. "Use that." he instructed coarsely before returning to his previous position and trying once more to sleep.

Marceline stared at the rock in awe for a long moment before deciding it was a horrible candidate for a pillow. No, she'd need something softer, with some give. Something... Squishy. And per chance, it just so happened that there was something exceedingly squishy laying right beside her. So with no further thought or reasoning, Marceline curled herself around Finn and layed her head on the softest point she could find between his shoulder and chest.

"What the flip are you doing?" The hero questioned when feeling his friend's arms snake around his body.

"Shut up." she hissed, momentarily lifting her head from his chest to make eye contact. "You're lumpin' comfortable, so deal with it. Now lay there and be quiet like a good pillow." And with that, she nuzzled back into the fleshy swells of Finn's torso.

As awkward as this situation was, Finn couldn't deny that it was maybe even a little pleasant. But also mostly uncomfortable, for him at least. So to right this, Finn hauled his arm out from beneath the cuddly vampire and repositioned it around Marceline, so now they were in some ungraceful, and clearly completely platonic embrace. Nope, nothing going on here, just a couple o' bros in a sleeping bag is all. Snuggling? Naw, none of that going on here, bro.

Feeling Finn's arm wrap around her back and rest somewhere near her waist, reciprocating her cuddle, Marceline grinned into the adolescent adventurer's chest. "I know you're enjoying this, probably more than you're letting yourself believe, but don't expect it to happen often." She took a moment to glance back up to meet Finn's embarrassed gaze. "You just so happened to have been the most comfortable place for me to spend the night." Reaching up to play with the ears of Finn's hat, she added "Y'know, you're no Hambo, but you're quite the snuggly little bear."

Finn's face flushed skarlet, or maybe it never stopped being that color, he couldn't tell. But either way, he definitely felt significantly warmer around the collar after that remark. He wasn't too sure he liked being Marceline's 'snuggly bear', he imagined it might be something reminiscent of what Lady Rainicorn would call Jake, if she spoke english. And Finn for sure didn't think he was ready to have with Marceline what Jake had with Lady. But here they were, closer to any other girl than he'd ever been, unburnt by her touch and unscalded by any callous words that carelessly fell from her mouth.

Finn gave some thought to this and realized it wouldn't be so bad to be more than simply friends with Marceline. She was probably the greatest gal he knew, and almost certainly the least complicated, even if that's not saying all too much. But he could easily envision their relationship taking a turn for the romantic. By the time he'd worked up the courage to profess that thought to her, a rather obnoxious snore seized his attention. Finn snapped his eyes down in his bed buddy's direction to find she'd already fallen fast asleep. So, the adventurer, pushing all silly thoughts of relationships aside, closed his eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening and was finally allowed rest.

It wasn't the muted sunlight shining through the leaves overhead, ticking at his eyelids, that woke Finn that morning, nor was it the stirring of the girl still in his arms. It was the earpiercing shriek of utter shock and surprise let loose from his older brother's agape maw. Finn's eyes shot open, sitting up quickly and turning his attention from Jake to Marceline, taking in the situation and how it might look to anyone outside of the sleeping bag.

"This probably isn't what it looks like!" Finn piped up defensively almost without thinking. His brain kicked in and told him that whenever someone says those particular words, it's almost always exactly what it looks like.

"Oh my grawd, dude! You guys didn't... Did you?" Jake gasped, flabbergasted. "Just tell me you kept it PG13, please."

"Dude, what the hey! We're both fully clothed, okay!" Finn stepped out of his sleeping bag to prove he was, in fact, not in the nude. "She just forgot to bring any camping gear, so I shared. Alright?"

"Yeah, alright... I guess I might have been overreacting a bit..." Jake mumbled ashamedly, averting his gaze from his two friends he just so blatently accused of indecency.

"A bit?" Finn chuckled. "It's a'ight man, let's just forget about it." Finn's stomach let out a low growl. "So what's for breakfast, homie?"

Jake felt a mite cheerier now that they'd moved on past that terrible misunderstanding. What an awful, horrible revelation to wake up to first thing in the morning. "Canned food, yo. It's all we got since we pollished off the marshmallows last night."

"Sounds good, man." Finn responded with a nod. He looked back to his vampire friend who was still wrapped in his sleeping bag. She was in a sitting position, watching the two brothers, holding the poofy top of the bag up to under her chin with strangely bare arms. "C'mon Marcie, stop being a lazy butt. It's time to get up." The human coaxed.

"Remember that thing you said about how we're both fully clothed?" she asked with a bashful smile. "If we've learned anything this morning, it's that you guys are great at jumping to conclusions." She motioned with her eyes, directing Finn and Jake's attention toward a pile of her discarded flannel shirt and ripped jeans.

"What the flip, Marceline!" Finn cried out, bordering on the hysterical.

"What, I got hot! Besides, it's not like I'm completely naked. Glob Finn, don't be such a perv!" Marceline huffed indignantly, floated up from the ground sleeping bag and all, snatched the shirt and pair of jeans from where they lay and was gone into the dense forest, presumably to get dressed.

"What in the flip just happened, Jake?" Finn asked flatly as he continued to stare dumbfoundedly out into the woods where he last saw the lunatic who wore his sleeping bag like a toga.

"Sounds like you're having girl troubles, bro." Jake answered, gingerly giving the confused human an empathetic pat on the back.

#finnceline #this is like 9 years old #But now there's fanfic in the tag

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OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE WHO IS PINNING FOR DWIGHT ITS ACE WHO HE CHOOSES AND THE OTHERS ARE LIKE ????? WHERE DID HE COME FROM ????? ace is actually really romantic and soft and cares very deeply for dwight and it took him awhile to show that yes he is serious and no he's not gonna use him and leave

I’M SORRY IF THIS WASN’T MEANT AS A REQUEST the idea just popped into my head and i had to write it! yes i have a soft spot for this ship leave me alone ;w; also i cried at “ace is actually really romantic and soft” like you can’t just sAy thAT to me and expect me to function properly hnsdsfdhfdg ;A; no warnings for this one, only a little crack and ooc!

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Ace X Dwight (/X p much everyone): Never reveal your winning hand

“—fock off with that shit! He’s stayin’ with me!” David yells.

“I should share with him, I’m his best friend!” Jake counters.

“Ya just wanna get in ‘is pants!” David accuses.

“Oh, as opposed to you, huh?” Quentin butts in, crossing his arms and glaring defiantly at the Englishman.

Ace leans further back against the log and watches the spectacle unfold with a lazy smirk.

The Entity had recently gifted them tents to sleep in, only there weren’t enough for everyone and some would have to share. The girls had been able to decide their sleeping arrangements easily, but David’s temper had sparked an argument among the boys and now all of the men were sent into the woods until they could come up with a solution—‘Peacefully,’ Claudette had insisted, shooting a pointed look David’s way.

Which was proving much harder than anyone would have anticipated, since it turned out nearly everyone wanted to share with Dwight, and wasn’t afraid of voicing it since their leader was currently stuck in a trial and oblivious to the argument going on.

Bill had left only minutes into the discussion, angrily claiming he’d rather sleep on the ground than listen to them for another second, followed by Tapp and Ash who had watched the scene with varying levels of disbelief before silently agreeing to share with each other.

Ace already knows how this will turn out, but it’s just funny to watch the others fight over Dwight.

“Since when ‘ave you lot even fancied ‘im?” David glares. “And you—ya barely just got ’ere!” he stops to address Felix in an accusation.

“And that means I probably have a better chance than any of you,” Felix explains calmly. “I’d actually make a move and not just pine for four years.”

“Hey!” Jake protests.

“Alright, what reason the rest of ya got?” David demands, regarding the group skeptically.

“I just wanna make sure he’s not perved on by someone else!” Quentin argues.

“No, you want to white knight for him!” Jake counters.

“Shut up Jake, now what about the rest?” David interrupts.

“I’d just really like to spend some time with him to get to know him better,” Adam explains.

“Me too,” Jeff says. “I haven’t had a proper chance to ask him if he’d be interested.”

David nods in acknowledgement, before his eyes meet Ace’s and he can’t quite suppress the disgusted sneer upon imagining Dwight ending up sharing a sleeping space with him.

“I just think he’s cute,” Ace says with a smile, giving a one-shoulder shrug.

“Look, why is Ace even here?” Jake sighs in annoyance. “Nobody would touch him with a ten-foot pole, least of all Dwight.”

“Maybe we should just ask Dwight who he wants to share with?” Steve suggests, cocking his head in thought.

“NO!” a chorus of protests interrupt him and the well-intentioned teen offers an apologetic grin.

“Look, we all know I’m ‘is type—” David starts, puffing up his chest, highlighting his generously open neckline that shows off his build.

“You don’t know shit,” Jake argues. “He sure as hell wouldn’t go for a dumb meathead like you!”

“Mate, you watch your mouth—” David starts.

“There you are!” a familiar voice interrupts the argument and both David and Jake freeze, turning their heads to look at Dwight making his way over to the group. “What’s going on? Bill said I should come sort something out?”

“Uhh…”

Ace rolls his eyes. At first, everyone was shouting over each other, and now, face to face with the object of their affection, are rendered speechless like a couple of schoolboys.

“Err, did you see the tents?” Steve starts, taking the initiative to explain when nobody else is making a move to do so.

“Oh! Yeah, they’re pretty neat, huh?” Dwight says with a small smile.

“Y-yeah,” Steve stammers and blushes a little, Dwight’s cuteness apparently making his words leave him, so Jeff takes over.

“There’s not enough for everyone, so we were just trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements,” Jeff explains. “Do you… um, do you have a preference…?”

Ace can feel everyone holding their breaths as Dwight blinks a couple times in confusion, before a flush spreads over his face.

“Oh, uh, don’t worry about me,” Dwight says, nervously wringing his hands together, before finally meeting Ace’s gaze. “I already know who I’m sharing with.”

Ace swears he hears jaws drop to the floor as Dwight makes his way over and sits down next to him, making himself comfortable against Ace like he’s done countless times before, only this time they have an audience.

“Welcome back, cariño,” Ace murmurs warmly, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “How was your trial?”

“It was okay,” Dwight says, looking up at him with a happy smile. “Could have used some of your crazy luck, though. I missed you.”

And then the boy dares to place a peck on his cheek in their first gesture of PDA, and Ace doesn’t even bother trying to hide his smug grin from the others.

“You could have told us,” Adam scolds him, huffing in annoyance but otherwise seeming to have collected himself.

“What?” Dwight pipes up, a frown on his handsome face and oblivious to Ace taking his silent victory over the others. “What do you mean?”

“N-no, not you…” Adam stammers, averting his eyes.

“Fucking figures,” Quentin scoffs in disgust, meeting Ace’s eyes and not bothering to mask his hostility.

“Is there a problem?” Dwight is suddenly raising his voice, wrapping his arms around Ace almost protectively, looking at the others defiantly as if daring someone to protest.

Ace finds the display unbelievably adorable, his normally meek boyfriend coming out of his shell to defend his honor. He places a kiss into Dwight’s hairline to soothe some of his nerves but not ready to defuse just yet, a twisted part of him wanting to see how the others react to their leader’s possessive behavior.

“Not at all,” Jeff says, trying and failing to hide the surprise on his face. “We just had no idea you were… involved.”

“We’re not ‘involved’, we’re dating. He’s my boyfriend,” Dwight is quick to remove any doubts, scowling at the others as intimidatingly as anyone with his baby face and doe-like brown eyes is capable of.

“Well, I suppose that’s the end of that discussion,” Felix comments, not seeming terribly phased to learn that Dwight is taken.

“Yeah, uh… congrats!” Steve laughs nervously and gives them an awkward thumbs-up.

“You’d better take care of him,” Jake glares at Ace like he’s the scum of the Earth, and Ace is fluent enough in Jake-talk to know that’s the closest thing he’ll get to having the saboteur’s blessing.

Ace raises a challenging eyebrow in response and Jake grits his teeth to no doubt suppress a snarky comment that he knows Dwight wouldn’t appreciate hearing, and Ace smirks over the moral victory and focuses his attention on David instead.

And promptly has to suppress a laugh over the brawler’s reaction. David is staring at them, or well, mostly at Ace. He looks completely gobsmacked, looking Ace up and down before looking down at his own, naked and well-defined chest, confused beyond what his fighting-filled brain can handle.

“Something on your mind, King?” Ace asks cockily, knowing full well the scrapper is most likely trying to figure out why Dwight would choose someone like Ace over a prime specimen like himself.

“How the fuck,” David merely mutters but, thankfully, isn’t picking a fight. Dwight still tenses in Ace’s arms and Ace’s grip tightens around him in an attempt to soothe him.

“Shh, it’s fine,” Ace murmurs into his lover’s soft hair, and that’s enough to reassure Dwight, the man relaxing into the embrace.

“So, guess we’re sharing with each other!” Steve exclaims, breaking some of the tension over the group. “Who’s going with who?”

“I’ll come with you,” Quentin says, still sounding a little pissed off but not about to cuss anyone out again, at least. “Unless someone has any more confessions to spring on us,” he snarks.

“Works for me,” Steve beams, nothing seeming to ruin his good mood.

Ace hears Felix mutter something about how he “Might as well go with Bill”, but then he sees David approaching Jake and instantly focuses on that instead.

“So, Jake…” David starts, cocky attitude back in place as he approaches the sulking saboteur with his shirt fluttering open—what the hell, did he pop even more of the buttons?

“What,” Jake spits, the challenging glare never leaving his face, and Ace almost prepares for a fight to break out.

“Wanna share?” David asks instead, not bothering to hide the way his gaze roams over Jake’s body. Ace chokes on a disbelieving laugh and from the way Dwight’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, he’s not imagining the sudden sexual tension between the two frenemies.

He sees the wariness in Jake’s expression, and the way his eyes very obviously linger on David’s now exposed chest.

“Fine,” Jake says, but it lacks any real heat, at least of the ‘I’m-five-seconds-away-from-punching-you’ kind, and David grins and seems way too pleased with himself.

Well, there goes everyone’s undisturbed sleep for tonight.

Finally having sorted out their sleeping arrangements, with Adam and Jeff being the unlucky ones left but not seeming to mind being stuck together, the others take their leave to go set up the tents.

Ace is finally able to wipe the smirk off his face in favor of a softer smile that’s solely reserved for Dwight, turning his head around to face his boyfriend and about to start explaining the strange behavior from the others, when…

“Had enough of your gloating?” Dwight deadpans, taking Ace completely off guard and making him gape a little stupidly. “I’m not dumb, I saw what you were doing.”

Ace offers a nervous chuckle while trying to collect himself. He should have known by now Dwight is not nearly as naïve as he seems, and that he’d easily pick up on what was really happening.

“I’m sorry, amor,” Ace says, wincing from embarrassment over his childish actions. “I did want to show you off, especially after hiding for so long. And I also really wanted to watch Jake eat his words,” he confesses, clasping Dwight’s hand and bringing it up to brush his lips against the knuckles. “Forgive me?”

Dwight’s frown immediately melts into a dopey smile, and Ace barely has the time to blink in confusion over the kid’s perfect poker face before Dwight’s lips are meeting his in a reassuring kiss.

“Of course, you dummy,” Dwight beams at him, placing one last quick peck on his lips. “I’m just… really happy you think I’m even worth showing off.”

“No no no, sweetheart, we’ve talked about this,” Ace returns the smile, carding a hand through Dwight’s hair in encouragement, his boyfriend immediately leaning into the touch. “You’re not allowed to talk about yourself that way. Because…?”

“Because I’m…” Dwight starts, a flush creeping up his neck. “’Gorgeous’ and ‘perfect’,” he says, doing air quotes.

“Uh-huh,” Ace’s smile widens even further as he takes Dwight’s hands in his own to stop the self-conscious gesture. “And?”

“S…” Dwight flounders as his face reddens even further and he averts his eyes. “S-‘sexy’.”

“Damn right you are,” Ace purrs, releasing his gentle hold on Dwight’s hands to wrap around his waist instead. “I’ve got good taste.”

As if 75% of the male survivor population thirsting after his adorable boyfriend wasn’t proof enough.

“You’re ridiculous,” Dwight huffs, embarrassment giving way to a fond smile.

“You love it,” Ace counters, placing a playful peck on Dwight’s nose.

“I love you,” Dwight corrects, chasing his lips and going in for a passionate kiss that has Ace’s breath hitching in his throat and his heart hammering in his chest.

And damn, if the others knew exactly what they were missing when it comes to Dwight Fairfield, Ace would be in a lot of trouble.

#dbd fanfic #dwace #ace visconti #dwight fairfield #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight #request

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Perks of Being Good - Ch 1

(FINALLY, I DELAYED THIS POST TO ADD A SMALL PART AT THE END)

(This chapter happened prior to the Prologue. It is mostly Jake & reader’s first time, with a little hinting at Chris & reader)

Prologue | Chapter 1

Pairing: Mob boss!Jake x associate!reader, hitman!C.Evans x reader Summary: Your father died taking a bullet for one of Jake’s men. So naturally, you take your father’s place as an associate. And Jake honors your father’s last wish by protecting you. He might have gone a little too far with his protection.

Universal warnings:  Innocent/corruption kink, power exchange, daddy kink, p0rn with plot (that you can ignore), AU-typical violence.

Chapter warnings: oral (female receiving), edging, rough sex, degrading

Tags: @gyll-yee-haw​, @realovesthings​, @gyllenwh0re​, @angelic-holland​, @pining-and-tired​ (please let me know if you don’t want to be in the tag list)

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone whose name appears in this story. 

Word count: 2.2k

Thinking back about it, it was a dumb idea to blindly follow two strange, visibly armed men to their car. Your body was still in such a state of shock at that point, and you were trying to digest the information they had told you. They let you sit in the back seat while Chris was the driver, and Jake, whom Chris referred to as boss, was in the passenger seat.

"I didn't know my father was part of the mob."

You hesitated at the words. The air around these men overwhelmed you so much you thought like you were going to break. Even with a distance between you and them, you couldn't help but feel like a lost lamb in the wolf den. That was a tacky analogy, but the way their eyes crawling all over you through the rearview mirror gave you an odd feeling in your stomach.

"He wasn't. He was an associate, a considerably valuable one."

Jake turned around to you as he responded, and the strange sensation inside you started bubbling again. You instinctively pulled the coat he had put on you, clutching it at your chest. You could have sworn that the corner of his mouth curved up as if he was pleased with your reaction. Evans watched you through the mirror and chuckled in amusement.

"Relax, love. We won't lay a single finger on you. Unless you want us to, that is. I know I'd be happy to oblige."

Inexperienced as you might be, you weren't a child anymore. Of course, you understood Chris's suggestive language. You mustered the remain of your mental strength to shut your legs as tight as you could, something you regretted telling Jake years later because he teased you relentlessly for it. Princess, he mocked, remember how you wanted to open your legs for me so badly you had to fight yourself to stop?

...

Everything was going well for you after that. Jake put you in the care of Maggie. She gave you a place to stay. She allowed you to work for her as a lawyer and an errand girl. It was like your father was still alive, learning to be a lawyer from him, running errands when he needed it. There was only one problem.

The strange feeling deep inside you was getting unbearable. You often found yourself tensing at the presence of the men that saved your life, especially the boss. With Chris, it wasn't so bad. Still the same overwhelming atmosphere, but his eyes were gentler. Plus, his playful mannerisms somewhat helped you relax. Jake, on the other hand, was a whole different story. He was never shy away from practically peeling your clothes with his eyes.

To make things worse, you weren't repulsed by it. There was even a part of you basking in the attention. You often daydreamed, but it hardly ever went beyond kisses and caresses. There might be more primal things, though you locked them all away.

...

One day, Jake just decided to show up at Maggie's place and told you he wanted to talk. He seemed so restless. But you failed to see why he would need to take you back to his house, merely for that.

"Just some paperwork. I'll bring her back as soon as we're done."

"Jake, if it's just paperwork, have her do it here."

Maggie was smiling, but her tone sounded like a warning. Jake had lines he would never cross, his sister being one of them. He looked at you behind the stacks of paper. Her words hit him, and Jake took a step back.

"I know this is very sudden. If you're too busy, I'll find someone else."

"Right, honey. You don't have to go if you don't want to."

That was your chance to back out. You would be stupid not to take it, which was why you were standing in the middle of his living room. Okay, that was the second dumbest choice, right after following strangers to their car.

"You had a chance to say no back then, yet you agreed to come with me. I'll tell you exactly what Maggie told you. If you don't want this, you can still go now."

Jake placed his hand on the door handle, keeping it opened. He could tell you understood the meaning of his words, seeing how your shoulders were so tensed, and your hands were clutching one another.

"Don't we have paperwork to do, sir."

You jumped when the door got slammed shut. He took two long strides and soon towered in front of you. His fingers caressed your cheeks, feeling the rising heat on your skin before lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Do you understand what's going to happen next?"

You tried to answer him, but the only thing escaping your mouth was a soft whimper. His eyes tensed at the sound. You felt his fingers turning into a tight grip at your jaw. His voice grew deeper, almost like growling.

"Let me put it into words for you. You're going to take your clothes off, spread your legs for me, and take my cock like the good girl you are. You want that, don't you."

"Y- Yes."

"Answer me properly!"

"Yes, sir."

"You're going to let me fuck your little cunt however I want."

"Yes, sir."

"And let me fill you up with my come."

"Yes, sir."

You almost cried out at your third answer. His words turned into vivid images in your head, even though you had never had this kind of experience before. You absent-mindedly rubbed your thighs together, feeling your panties dampening.

"Don't worry, princess. Let go of everything and leave yourself to me. I'll take good care of you."

With his free hand, Jake ripped your blouse opened with an excessive force, and your bra was next. He took in the sight of your exposed skin for a moment. His hand let go of your face, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. He started leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles from your neck, down to your soft breasts. His lips wrapped around each of your nipples and sucked on them, creating the most obscene sounds you'd ever heard.

While you were still hazy from his touch, he tore off your skirt and panties with one swift movement. His hand found its way between your legs, fingers stroking your slit, occasionally pushing the tip of his index inside your tight, wet hole.

"So wet already, princess? So eager to take my cock, huh? Too bad, you'll need to learn to beg for it first."

He pulled a fist full of your hair, firmly, but not so hard that it would hurt, and dragged you to the leather sofa. He propped you up on one side, letting you lean back on the armrest. Now that you didn't have to support yourself on your trembling feet, you did as he told and spread your thighs, giving him a better look at your dripping pussy.

"You've learned well, princess. I think you deserve a reward."

You were delirious. Jake alternated between rubbing your clit in short, rough strokes, and smacking it to disrupt your flow of pleasure. You whimpered uncontrollably when his fingers grind against your swollen spot. And every time he struck you, you cried out and arched your back. You closed your legs on accident while you were twisting and shaking, trying to find release.

"Keep your legs opened, or we're gonna do this all day."

He hit your mound harshly several times, hands pinning your thighs to your chest.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you feel him lapping up your pussy, dragging his tongue across your lips and tugging on your clit with his teeth. Every time he gave you a long upward lick, his stubble left red marks on your inner thighs and scratched on your entrance deliciously.

Right when you were about to reach your orgasm, the pleasure was gone completely. Jake was observing you the whole time. He didn't miss a single sound coming out of your mouth, nor did he miss the way your muscles were clenching under his tongue.

"You still have a lot to learn, princess."

You heard the clicking noise of his belt, and right after that, his rockhard cock rested on your swollen clit. He started to brush his tip up and down your entrance, making sure to knead your clit with the head once in a while.

"First of all, a good girl isn't allowed to come without my permission."

He tapped the tip on your clit, earning a soft moan from you. You wanted to move so badly, just to get a little more friction.

"Second of all, a good girl should be fucking grateful for my cock, and subsequently, my come inside her."

As he said that, he dipped the head inside your entrance. You felt your walls contracting greedily, trying to suck him in.

"Last but not least, as I've said before. And I don't want to keep repeating myself. If you want something, you gotta beg for it."

Your mouth kept opening and closing like a dying fish struggling for air. Your pussy was throbbing so much, and you couldn't think of anything but getting fucked into pieces by his hot and heavy cock.

"Please, sir- can't- I can't take it anymore! Please make me come! Please fuck my pussy with your cock."

Just when you thought you were going to break, Jake grabbed your hip and slammed into you with full force, sending an electric shock through your body. He didn't move right away, instead, he stilled himself inside you.

"How pathetic. I've just entered, and you came immediately. Can't even control yourself, princess?"

Your orgasm was so violent your entire body was trembling non-stop. You were reduced a blabbing mess, and couldn't even hold back your tears. Not until you heard a low, raspy moan on top of your head that you realized he had started to move.

"Fuck. You feel so good around my cock, so fucking tight."

You were so exhausted from your climax that you could barely move. Fortunately for you, he seemed done torturing you. No more abrupt movement, no more deriving you of your release. He thrust into you with a certain rhythm, seemingly focused on looking for something.

A jolt of pleasure pulled you out of your hazy dream. You whimpered sweetly as he pounded into a specific spot. You could feel another wave of orgasm rising inside your stomach.

"If you keep- that- I'll break..."

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop."

You opened your mouth but couldn't get any words out. You threw your head back as he fucked into you at a brutal speed. You nailed dug into his forearms for support. You were almost euphoric. At that moment, you were ready to let go of everything and give him full control over you, ready to let him break you apart and put you back together, so long as you can get the satisfaction you crave.

"That's it, baby girl. Come again around daddy's cock."

You cried out as you let your body get swept over by the second wave of climax. Jake bent down to capture your lips, drinking in your moans and screams.

Jake pulled his cock out right before he came. His thumb dug into your entrance, pushing the lips apart. Your gaping pussy hadn't recovered, still contracting around nothing.

"Fuck, your ruined little pussy still wants to milk my cock so badly, pathetic little thing."

He pressed his cock against your pussy and jerked it a few times. His finger kept your entrance opened, letting streams of thick, white come spilled into your little hole. You came twice, but it felt empty somehow.

"What? Not even a thank you?"

"Thank you, daddy."

"For?"

"For fucking my pussy with your cock."

"Good girl. Next time you want daddy to fill you up nice and deep, you'd better beg properly. You got that, princess?"

Another male voice cut you off as you were about to reply to Jake.

"Aww, I thought she did a fantastic job. You're being too hard on her, boss."

"Back already, Evans?

"So this is the reason why you suddenly sent me on a God-forsaken mission."

Your eyes widened at the sight of Chris sitting across the room, sprawling on the armchair, with a large bulge visible on his pants.

Jake pulled you onto his laps, your back against his chest, your legs at the sides of his, giving Chris the full view of your juice and Jake's come still dripping. The other man exhaled sharply.

"Fuck, her pussy is wrecked."

"I'm afraid her tight little cunt can't take anymore. But I was saving this for you."

Jake said as he shoved two fingers in your mouth. It caught you off guard, and you gagged on his digits, making a small gurgling noise.

"This hole can't do anything but whine, can't even say a proper thank you. Thought you might want to teach this little fuck toy how to put her mouth into good use."

Your throat constricted as Chris stood up from his seat. The degrading name Jake called you shattered whatever inhibition you had left in you. You made an effort to utter a slurring Please and stuck out your tongue, display yourself to the man in front of you.

"What can I say? I'm happy to oblige."

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal smut #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #smutty smut #mob!AU #fic: perks of being good #fics #nat writes

[itwillbeall-dwight]

sonata no. 4

kate denson/yui kimura; fluff; love confessions; music performances; 3085 words

a/n: bro i love country roads so much do you Know how much i do. do you know.

i’ve been sitting on this one for a while, i’ve been kinda nervous to post it because this isn’t something i relate to as a trans mlm. but i think i did a good job! they deserve so much happiness. also this is a call for kate to please call me god ma’am you are So pretty.

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Preview: “Well, uh… any requests?” She seemed almost sheepish now that she sat there, self-conscious that the old thing was oddly silent.  Yui leaned against the top of the piano, folding her arms atop it and resting her chin on them. “Go wild. Beside you singin’, I’ve never… heard your music.” “You’re not missin’ much.” “I’m sure I am.” She looked up with a soft smile, face going a little red as she cleared her throat, hands hovering over the keys as she muttered to herself, before she began to play. 

Another day, another trial in the fog, four poor souls fighting for their lives for the entertainment of some eldritch crowd. This time, the dusty horizons of Glenvale were the sight of such an event; the trial ground mostly silent aside from the occasional scream of pain from one of her fellow survivors. Though that hadn't been often - thus far, with two generators powered up and ready to go, the four of them running circles around the Hag, the poor forest witch so out of her element amongst the dust and sand of the American wild west. That wasn't going to make them pity her, though, and her bony fingers still swiped at them like claws, and she still growled with the same hunger and malice, seeming to only grow angrier with each failed attack.

 The gentle creaking of the nearby hook from a silent wind was only drowned out by the sounds of turning gears and electrical sparks, the smell of rusted copper wires carrying up to her nose and making it wrinkle as she gently crossed over another pair of wires, routinely, as she had learned to do from her trials before. From the corner of her eye, sunkissed arms reached out from the depths of the generator to pull down a nearby leaver and turn a crack, listening to the machine groan and sigh before it purred to life, lights atop it flickering on to signal the third one down-

Before she could stand to her feet and revel in the small victory, the gentle yet surprised yelp to her side caused Yui to look down the trap door atop the gallows down at Kate, now sitting on the dusty ground below, rubbing her tailbone with a pained wince on her face.

"Break your back, cowboy?" She called down, with a small smirk on her face, squatting with her elbows resting on her knees.

The singer looked up with a pained grin, laughing weakly, that in itself sounding like music. "S-sorry... kinda forgot it did that.

Yui chuckled a little, trying not to pay attention to the way her face glowed when she smiled, hoisting herself down the hole with a bend of the knees and a light thud, before holding a hand out to help Kate to her feet.

Which she took. Her hands were soft, like silk, and her grip was somehow both delicate and firm as she pulled herself up to stand, taking a moment to almost shake her hand before pulling it away and resting it on her hip.

(Yui hoped she didn't notice the way she instinctively moved to grab it again, just to hold it for a little bit longer.)

"Well, those generator's ain't gonna finish themselves, huh? Let's get  a move on." Her instructions were like honey - sweet, and thick with kindness and a southern twang that was distractingly enticing.

But she held it together, just enough, to nod. "Yeah, got it. Saloon?"

The other survivor nodded, a default sweet small befalling her features. "Great idea, hon." 

After the two had checked along the horizon of the dusty town to find nothing more than a loose tumbleweed, Kate led them through the back of the saloon, where even the sound of her boots against the old rotting floor, or the way she talked to herself as she dispelled out the talisman's left in the wood with her flashlight was enough to make the stonecold expression so default to Yui's face soften.

 So she had a crush on Kate Denson. Who wouldn't? The girl was perfect, practically untouchable, even in the fog, always excited for a new adventure in every trial and willing to try anything more than once, always celebrating when they escaped but never solemn or disheartened when they didn't, always willing to lend an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on, and never short of a song to get everyone happily singing along. Yui'd had crushes before (she was only human, after all), but never like this - they were always fleeting, passing by before she would care to even give them a chance, her work and ambitions drowning her. But here in the fog, there was no tarmac, no smell of burning rubber or old gasoline, the only roaring not coming from old dirtbikes but from whatever monster of the week wanted them dead... but with Kate, she was head over heels for her, and wanted more than anything to be her girl, to be the wind on her back, but somehow always knew there would never be a chance. Maybe that's why she hesitated, even with a thousand chances.

 She was so caught in her thoughts that she didn’t realise that Kate had stopped walking in front of her, bumping into her back with a quiet litter of a sheepish apology before stopping. “Hey, Denson?”

“Huh?” She seemed to snap out of her own head and look back to Yui, before glancing around. “Oh! Oh, right. Generator.”

“What’s up?”

“Uh, nothing bad, just…” Kate looked back in front over her, as Yui looked over her shoulder and followed her eyes to the old piano, the racket as if someone was falling on the damn keys, over and over. 

“...You play?”

“Vaguely. Helps to tune your guitar, gives it somethin’ to tune it to, ya know? I did lessons as a kid, ‘n my mom would take me to recitals with a camcorder and freak out every time.” She laughed, that sweet honey laugh, that slowly fizzled out into a sound that came from sadness. “...I kinda miss playin’, sometimes.”

That made sense. Yui knew the feeling; tearing up the road on a bike wasn’t the same as kicking up dirt running on adrenaline from an asshole with a knife, but it was the closest she was ever gonna get until they got out of here. Her hands hovered over Kate’s shoulder’s for a moment, before she gently placed them there, weathered palms holding perfect skin, warm to the touch. “We’ll figure somethin’ out. For now though-”

“Generator. Right. You’re not subtle.”

“...Sorry.”

Kate giggled, shaking her head in dismissal, not really minding the acknowledgement of her reminiscing was far from the point of them being there, letting herself be pushed upstairs to the generator on the balcony.

 They were mostly quiet, though Yui did ask for her to talk about the piano more, mostly just to hear her voice. The things Kate was saying didn’t entirely make sense to her (she was never the most musical, but understood when things sounded nice, at the bare minimum), but hearing her sound so excited was more than enough.

The conversation eventually stopped, shifting as Adam came to join them, short of breath and bleeding through his coat, medkit in hand and asking for assistance, which Kate was happy to give. Yui kept her focus on the generator, as best she could, but the ghosts playing the piano just below her kept catching her ear. And as Kate came back to the generator, happily talking to the teacher that now joined them as if they weren’t in a trial trapped in the old west, she knew what she wanted to do.

 They escaped with relative ease, the struggling with never really catching up with them, all four of them escaping with some new items in hand, thanks to Zarina, who had done an excellent job keeping the Hag occupied in the dusty streets. Yui hadn’t seen Kate much for a while after that. When one was busy, the other was not, and when one was enduring a trial, the other was scouting out a realm for any clues to their escape (routine exercise). But that was fine, in terms of her little plan - the less she saw, the better. And besides, she didn’t think Kate would notice, or even care. But soon, they spoke again, after another group of four were sent to fight for their lives.

 “Hey, uh, Yui?” Her sugary sweet voice gave the survivor a start, jumping as she was cleaning a flashlight from the small pile she’d accrued.

“Ah- oh, uh… hey.”

“Hi! Uh… can I ask you somethin’?”

For a moment, her mind jumped to the best-case scenario, but Yui cleared her throat before she could daydream any more on that. “Um, sure?”

“Have you seen… any coins?”

“...Coins?”

She nodded. “Well, Jake was checking through the stock and, uh… says we’re missin’ a few. Haven’t seen him that riled up about somethin’ since… well, ever.”

Yui almost laughed. “That boy is a damn dragon, I swear.”

“Think he likes to just… have things.”

“Things like coins we can’t even use?”

“Well… yeah.”

Yui scoffed a little, rolling her eyes before she put the flashlight down on the log beside her, resting her elbows on her knees and leaning forward where she sat, looking up at the singer. “I… have an idea. But you’re gonna have to trust me.”

“I… OK? You can tell me anything-”

“No, no,” she cut her off. “...I want you to come with me, somewhere. Just the two of us.”

She raised an eyebrow. Yui quickly picked up on the signal.

“...Nothing bad, promise.” The street racer offered a hand, beckoning with a slight movement of her fingers.

She took her hand with hesitation, though quickly squeezed it to affirm her choice. Yui gave her a small smile, hoping it wasn't shaky, before standing to her feet and leading her away into the forest, taking a path with downtrodden leaves, as if she’d taken it before.

 It wasn’t long until the fog cleared again, old leaves crunching under their feet replacing with the grains of sand and dust, trees becoming rotting wooden buildings, while the sky above them twinkled with stars, no air pollution in sight.

“...The saloon.” Kate said from behind her, as Yui stopped them in the walkway just in front of the imposing building. “Is there something here?”

“I… yeah, in a way. ...Look, you wouldn’t tell Jake-”

“Yui, you didn’t…”

“It’s not like we need them anyways! ‘Sides, I thought that old cowboy might appreciate ‘em, and then I could, ya know… negotiate.”

“...For what?”

“Well… the piano.” She cocked her head back towards the instrument, before looking back at the singer, who’s face had softened a little bit from the lecture she was about to give. “You said you missed playing, and you give so much to everyone else, so I thought…”

As the street racer trailed off, Kate smiled, cupping her hand between two of her own, and shaking it. “Well, that’s… mighty kind of you.”

“Y… yeah.” With a free hand, she rubbed the back of her neck, before letting herself be led inside, to the piano, noticing that as Kate sat down, she was hesitant to move her hand away, to flex her fingers and prepare herself.

 “Well, uh… any requests?” She seemed almost sheepish now that she sat there, self-conscious that the old thing was oddly silent. 

Yui leaned against the top of the piano, folding her arms atop it and resting her chin on them. “Go wild. Beside you singin’, I’ve never… heard your music.”

“You’re not missin’ much.”

“I’m sure I am.”

She looked up with a soft smile, face going a little red as she cleared her throat, hands hovering over the keys as she muttered to herself, before she began to play.

It was a slow song, soft and loving, and though she was rusty and stumbled her words as she missed a key or hit a wrong note, she still powered through. Yui watched her face, the way she performed even when no one was watching, and how her music really was like sugar and honey, sweet and enticing. She tilted her head and smiled to herself, looking at the features on Kate’s face with a deep, profound love, as if she could stand there and listen to her forever - and she would, if forever was the time they had.

 She finished with a bittersweet note, slowly opening her eyes and looking up to Yui, face flushing a little from the way she was staring at her. “It’s… nothing special. Just a little somethin’.”

“Well, it sure sounded special, to you. And that makes it special.”

“I… guess? Thank you, Yui.” She gently pulled the cover back over the keys, resting her elbows on it. “It was based on a… dream, I had. I remember writing that on the school bus and working on it all day, ‘cos a teacher of mine tried to take the sheet music off’a me when I wasn’t payin’ her mind… can’t stop me grabbin’ it back when she left the room though.”

“Dick.”

She laughed, nodding in agreement though never saying it outright, gentle laughter fading into silence and a soft smile that they shared before the singer averted the gaze put on her.

 “What was the dream about?”

“Hm?” She looked back again, as Yui was still looking at her.

“The dream you had, about that song. What was it?”

“Are you… sure you want to hear it?”

“Kate, we have as much time as we want. Only the ghosts’ll hear you.” Yui pressed her back against the side of her piano, folding her arms across her chest. “C’mon.”

The musician took a pause, sucking in a breath and then letting it out slowly, before she caved and told her tale. “It was… a drive, some red car with the roof sawed off, a crappy convertible that can’t withstand the rain. Ferrari, I think. We were going pretty fast. It was twilight, against the backdrop of the ocean from the cliffside, the pinks and oranges were so… vibrant and free. I stuck my head out of the window and yelled, you know, like a drunk girl at a concert, came back in with my hair across my face, smile stuck to me. S-she was smiling too, my sunset lover. Auburn hair, cut in a bob, sunglasses so big you could hardly see the freckles that dusted her cheeks. Plump lips with bright red lipstick. A dazzling smile. She moved her hand from the gearstick to hold mine, brushed her thumb against my knuckles. She smelled like… pineapples? Or mangos. It was a tropical smell. Very fruity, and nice.”

Yui watched her twirl a bit of her hair between her fingers, face going a little pink as she recalled her dreams, the light dusting of the blush overlaying the freckles and reminding the street racer just how deep she was.

“We pulled up to a car park, near some old beach bar I think, right in front of a bamboo fence that separated the tarmac and the sand. She reached in the back to grab her sunhat - ya know, one of those big floppy things - but I grabbed it from her first, and after she playfully tried to get it back to me, our faces were so, so close… I could smell her fruity smell, and I… we kissed. God, it was like heaven, it was like the world was nothing but at the same time everything, because she was… well, she was it. I dropped her hat out of the window and I’m sure the wind stole it, but I didn’t care. She didn’t care.”

 Yui looked down as she finished, watching Kate fiddling with her hands as her elbows leaned against the piano, trying not to look too embarrassed but failing miserably. It was almost adorable. She swallowed. “...Does it have to be a car?”

“Huh?” Kate looked up to her. The other survivor averted her gaze.

“T-to go on your twilight beach trip, does it have to be in a car?”

“I.. I suppose not? Why does it matter?” She blinked, and paused… before a shy smile spread across her face. “Yui, you-”

“I just- I have… a bike. Means a lot to me. I’ve taken a lot of girls for a ride, but I’ve never… rode to the beach before… maybe, you know, if we make it out of here, I can… take you to that beach.” She fiddled with her collar, forcing herself to meet Kate’s eyes, feeling the heat on her face. She took a breath, before taking to shooting her shot. “...Maybe I can be your sunset lover.”

 Everything else was a rush after that, but at the same time everything around them seemed to stand still. Kate ran hand down Yui’s arm, her touch like silk and skin like sunshine despite the dirt and grime of the fog, fingertips brushing against her softly and delicately before she held onto Yui’s hand, looking down at her perfect nails and running a thumb over her knuckles before she looked up to the other woman through her eyelashes, the smile she had never leaving her face, like an invitation to come in closer. An invitation which Yui took with grace, as with her free hand she cupped the singer’s cheek, moving down to plant a kiss on her lips, one that was slow and tasted like sweet fruits, as she’d always imagined it would, moving her hand down to hold onto Kate’s hip as she still sat at the piano. As she pulled away, she couldn’t help but smile, feeling the other survivor’s lips twinge into a smile of her own as she took Yui’s chin between her forefinger and thumb, grip both firm and gentle and oh so welcome, keeping her close and looking deep into her eyes, her other hand interlocking with the street racer’s that she still held, going in for another kiss; quick, and sweet, before letting her move away again, moving her hand to twirl her curls (perfect and blonde as ever), between two fingers.

“I… wow.” She was breathless, looking down for a moment.

“Yeah?” Yui laughed, then making the singer giggle in response, rubbing the back of her neck rather sheepishly - why did she say that?

Didn’t seem to matter much, though, as Kate seemed… almost… charmed. “...Yeah.”

 She stood to her feet, looking down at the hands still intertwined, gently rocking the union back and forth before she felt a forehead pressed against her own, the two of them sharing a smile that no one else would see, by the window of the old saloon. Well, no one except the old cowboy who had just returned, watching them from across the way, flipping an old, coin in between his fingers.

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