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saskiahaggens · 2 years

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After the storm Part 1

Masterlist

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Ploy Ending,

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

Warnings:

contains episode 10 spoilers

mentioning of death

Word count: 1525

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

When you agreed to go to Duskwood, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. You had assured Jake that you'd never go there, but that was no longer the case. He as well promised you that he wouldn't just vanish once this was over, but just after the accident in the mine, he didn'tansweredyour texts.

Lilly told you that both he and Richy had been declared dead, but they couldn't possibly do this to you, could they?

Jake assured you that everything would be fine. And what about Richy? He promised you that he would no longer run away. And although you didn't want to think about that, they never replied, and you eventually gave up on both of them..

When the bus finally came to stop, however, all of your worries disappeared.

"Last stop, Duskwood!", the bus driver yelled.

Everybody was rushing to get out of the vehicle as soon as possible. Duskwood attracted a great number of tourists after the night, which has been a part of your nightmares ever since. So you were happy to get off the bus. It took you some time to find your friends because of the large number of people at the bus stop right now, but you eventually did.

"There she is." Dan grinned and immediately took your luggage after a quick hug.

Jessy quickly took his place, followed by Cleo, Lilly, Thomas, and Hannah. You thought it was crazy to see them in person now. Hannah in particular. After the incident, you wrote with her. She was quite lovely, and you got along well so far.

Jessy grinned when she said, "It's so good to actually see you in person."

Even though, two males a little further away drew your attention, you all started walking away from the bus stop . You still took a moment to look at them. Both were wearing hoodies and buried their hands deep in their pockets. Their hoods were tucked down far enough that you couldn't see their faces. They appeared identical to one another since there was nothing remarkable about them. The only thing that separated them was their height, as well as the color of their hoodies. The taller of the two was dressed in a light-blue hoodie, while the other was wearing a black one. You just continued walking, regardless of how strange they were. Given how odd Duskwood was in general, it wasn't surprising.

Everyone thought it'd be a great idea to celebrate your arrival, so the first stop was Phil's bar. Even Phil was overjoyed to meet you in real life. He flirted with you whenever he wasn't busy with other customers. The rest of your friends sat a little further away from you so you could have some alone time with the bartender.

"Action or horror?" he asked.

He's been doing this for several hours. He'd pick two options for you to choose from, and you'd have to choose which one you preferred.

"I think it depends on the movie."

"Chocolate or Dogs?"

You laughed. "That isn’t even the same category anymore."

Phil smiled at you before he served a random guy a drink. But it wasn't just any random guy; it was the one with the black hoodie from the bus stop. He still wore it and his hood was still pulled up, but you didn’t want to ask him about it.

"You haven't answered yet." Phil leaned over the counter with a smirk on his face.

"Hmm, I'm not sure... Perhaps chocolate dogs?"

"Way to go."

"So, do you know who this person is?" You nodded to the guy, who was sitting a few tables away with his blue hoodie-wearing companion.

He shrugged. "This is the first time I've seen them here. They're strange, but I don't see why they shouldn't stay as long as they don't cause any problems."

"I saw them at the bus stop, too."

"Perhaps they noticed the same gorgeous girl I did and followed her, hoping she would notice them too."

"You think? But I didn’t recognize anyone else from the bus stop except my friends. "

Maybe you weren’t the best at flirting, but Phil liked it and laughed it off.

"I'm talking about you, silly."

"Oh... I- thank you."

"Well, as much as I like seeing my brother and best friend joyfully flirting with one another, we'd want to spend more time with Y/n as well." Jessy grinned and dragged you back to their table.

Phil was mad at first, but the customers managed to divert his attention.

"You see those guys?"

Jessy pointed that out after you sat down. She wasn't directing her comments at random individuals; she was directing them towards the hooded dudes.

"Um, yeah, they were at the bus stop."

"Good," Cleo sighed, "so you recognized them as well."

"We didn't say anything sooner because we didn't want to scare you," Lilly explained.

"We were being followed. They also never let you out of their sight. "Dan, too, made a point.

"That's something Phil mentioned as well. He claimed it's possible they think I'm attractive or something. Maybe I should just talk to them? "

"Are you insane?" Lilly inquired.

"After all, what should they do? You and Phil are watching me closely. It would also be better if we knew what they want. If they actually intended to harm me, they'd follow me around until I'm alone anyway. Oh, and look at that; Alan Bloomgate himself appears to be in the mood for a drink. "

You pointed at the door, which had just been opened by the police officer.

Dan shrugged. "She's right. We are at least eight against two if something goes wrong."

"That's a yes, in my opinion. Nothing will happen."

You gave them a kind grin before heading over to the hooded men. Phil saw you moving and decided to go over in five minutes, just in case there was something wrong.

"Hi.", you simply said when you sat down on the empty chair.

"I assumed you'd be over here an hour ago," said a voice you're all too familiar with.

Even though you would never hear it again. But here he was. Richy.

"Richy? Jake? Is that really you?" you wondered. You've already realized that the other person must be Jake. Otherwise, who would Richy be going out with? When everybody assumed they were dead.

"As much as we enjoy seeing you. It would be better if you didn't mention our names. "

"I-... Okay, I get it. You were declared dead. But then why didn't you write me? "You promised not to just disappear," you said to Jake before turning your attention to Richy. "And how about you? Didn't you say you weren't going to run away any longer?" "

"It's a long story, and we'll tell you everything," Jake replied. "Someday."

"When you say someday, what do you mean exactly? For a month, I believed you were dead. Do you have any idea what I was going through? I thought I'd have lost you, and now you want to tell me about it "someday"?!

"We're sorry, Y/n, but this isn't the right place for a discussion like that," Ricky said, looking down at the table when Phil approached them.

"Is everything okay here?", he asked, more Y/n than the other two.

"It turns out you were right." You stood up with a fake smile on your face. "They're weird."

"Wait!" Richy called out to you in a deeper voice, hoping Phil wouldn't recognize him.

In his hand, he had a piece of paper. You were furious, but you wanted to give them a chance to explain themselves, and the piece of paper most likely had a phone number on it, or at the very least a location and date where they wanted to meet, so you accepted it. You returned to your friends after following Phil back to the counter and thanking him.

"And? How did it go?", Cleo asked.

"They're just a bunch of jerks. There's nothing to be concerned about."

You remain in the bar for a little longer, until Phil closes for the day. He also gave you a tour of your new "apartment." He had a free one over his bar, that you could use. Because you owned your own little business and didn't need to work from home, you could stay here as long as Phil was okay with it. You and your friends agreed to meet up the next day, before they went home too.

You were ready to go to bed after a brief shower, but something stopped you. The ringing of your doorbell kept you up. Who rang your doorbell at two in the morning? Normally, only your friends would be aware that you were there, and they would all be at home. They made sure of it by writing messages once they arrived.

But who could it possibly be? Fortunately, Phil's door featured a peephole, so you could see who was bothering you without having to open the door. However, when you looked through, you saw... nothing.

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x3kristax3 · 2 years

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All fanfics are based on Duskwood after episode 10.

These are being cross posted on wattpad with the same username here

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cookieholix · 5 months

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Chapter 8 has been published!! Oh, but be careful! Things seem to be HOT 🔥 🥵

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hiramaris · 2 years

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Dusk til Dawn

Part 8

Summary: Following Episode 9. And spoilers for Episode 10.

Author’s note: As Episode 10 is just released I just want to say heads up for those who are not yet finished. Completing the game without spoilers really made a difference, and as much as possible I want everyone to experience that. And for those finished, I’ll gladly welcome you to my domain where MC took a different route.

Disclaimer: I do not own Duskwood or any of the related characters. Duskwood is created by and owned by Everbyte Studio. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Duskwood story belong to Everbyte Studio.

Warning: Mentions of blood, suicide, violence, pedophiles, drugs, gun, murder, sex offenders, kidnapping

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"Yes!" Jessy exclaims. "Haven't you mentioned that name before?"

You hummed, maintaining a composed exterior while your thoughts raced with utter excitement. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. "I've been after Ted for a while now."

"How fitting!" She exclaimed, "I'm sure the missing file is that of the AMC Gremlin. And that Ted Madruga signed that exact file."

She hit the spot right on. "Which means he is the owner of the Gremlin." You turn to her with eyes lighting up like a child getting his gift on Christmas. "This is a very good find, Jess!"

"You really think so?" she asked, her smile matching your enthusiasm.

"Hmm, we finally bridged the gap between Hannah and Ted." You told her. But something is still missing. If it's not Hanson, it could have been Ted, but he's in prison. The reason why is still unknown to you. But it couldn't have been because of the murder of Jennifer because it would seem whatever the culprit is doing is nonsensical if the killer is already found.

"Ted must have stolen the file." She assumed. "Because it would have incriminated him!"

You hummed thoughtfully, a hint of skepticism in your voice, "possible, but Ted's in prison."

"He is?" she questioned. "How sure are you about that?"

You paused. You haven't really thought about it that often. Back then, you were satisfied with Jake's findings about him. Plus, Lilly has already traced him all the way to prison.

“Based from what we gathered, we know he’s in prison,” you answered truthfully. “But right now, I’m not so sure.”

But you're sure it got to mean something. If Hannah ran over Jennifer using the AMC Gremlin that Ted owns, will that be the reason he's in prison? And the reason she tried to contact him is to admit the crime she did.

"Maybe he just sent someone else to steal the file for him?" You were snapped from your silent stupor when she spoke again. And then she added, voice cracking for a bit, "Y/n... is this why Richy has to die?"

Grabbing her hands, you shook your head. "He's not dead, Jess. We're going to find him, okay? Richy's strong. He's got to be with Hannah." That was the mantra you kept repeating in your head. As long as there's no body, you will refuse to believe he's dead.

You spent the next few minutes calming Jessy down, and probably yourself, too. As of now, Richy is still a sensitive topic for both of you. And you still can't erase the image of his blood coming out of his mouth, asking for your help and you have no choice but to watch.

"Hey... I need to discuss this with Jake first." You announced after a while. You're sure he'll find this information useful. "Will you be okay to watch over for a sec?"

"Of course." she nodded.

You squeezed her hands for the last time, smiling at her warmly. "You did really well, Jess."

She only smiled and squeezed back in appreciation.

Deciding to take a moment for yourself, you headed to the comfort room first, splashing cold water on your already pale and cold-to-the-touch face. Hopefully it would alleviate the persistent headache that seemed to have taken up residence.

Staring at your face on the mirror, you can't help but see your reflection staring back at you, with your face drenched with warm blood. It's been months since that incident happened and you can't seem to forget it. That day, you hoped it was actually your blood smearing your face, but it's not, and that's the horrible truth.

You shook your head to wipe away that memory, and all you can feel is the cold air against your damp face. No sightings of blood, only water.

Okay, focus on the task. You told yourself.

You stepped back outside the room and attempted to call Jake to share the news, but his line went straight to voicemail. You decided to let him be for a bit. He might be preparing some new leads you can focus on. You texted him the deets before pocketing your phone again. You went back to the room to find Jessy pacing back and forth. Seemingly nervous about something.

You approached her, worry drawing across your features. "Hey, Jess. You good?"

"Hey, Y/n." She looked startled, not expecting you to be back so soon. "You talked to Jake?"

"He's still busy," you replied with a casual shrug. "Anyway, are you okay? Something the matter?"

"Well, since you're already here..." she drawled on, tugging you towards the dresser. "I want to talk to you about something. Do we have time for that?"

That piqued your interest. Based on her behavior; sweaty palms, shaky hands and her twiddling her thumbs, and quivering lips, she is indeed nervous. But why?

"I know you're busy and all that but it's important— at least I think it is." She babbled, practically tripping on her every word.

She avoided your gaze, her eyes darting around the room. You gently caught her other hand, trying to get her to focus. "I can always find time for you. What's it about, hm?"

This time, she found herself looking at you. Her eyes held so much emotion in them that you were taken aback a bit. "Well, we can be open and honest with each other, right?"

"Of course, we can, Jess." You answered truthfully, not quite sure where this is heading. You chuckled, "What is it? You're making me nervous."

She groaned softly, using her free hand to cover her face in embarrassment. "This is harder than I thought. And..." she sighed. "It's not exactly good timing either."

"Hmm, well, we don't have much good timing around here but I assure you it's not bad timing right now." You smiled warmly, encouraging her to go on. "You can tell me anything."

"Well..." she chews the bottom of her lips nervously, and you found your eyes wandering there. You mentally shook your head when you found yourself staring at her mouth, and why the hell you are thinking how her lips would feel like if you kissed her then. "I know you already told me that you don't like Cleo like that, but about Lilly. I kinda noticed you two are okay now, and I'm glad about that."

"But?" You encourage her to continue, sensing that there's more she wants to say.

"But, I was wondering if you like her? Y'know? Like like-like," she laughed nervously. "Haha, I guess I used the word 'like' too much in one sentence, but you do know what I'm talking about, right?" She rambled, avoiding eye contact once again.

You find it cute when she asks things like this. You were definitely catching onto where this conversation was headed, making you nervous as well.

"Are you jealous?" You teased, a playful glint in your eye. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a grin as you watched her reaction. You couldn't help but notice her eyes briefly flicker toward your mouth, making your smile grow wider. "Of Lilly?"

"No!" Her denial came fast. It would have been a bit believable if the color of her cheeks aren't rivaling her hair right now.

"You're blushing," you poke her cheeks, which she immediately swats away. You tried to lighten the atmosphere. Because she literally has nothing to fear about. You were never discreet about your feelings, and neither does she. Everyone knows what you feel about each other. You, who are supposed to be the embodiment of neutrality; always side with her at every chance possible to the extent Jake has to remind you each time to be objective with everyone, including with her. And she, the ever short-tempered redhead only ever calms down when you tell her to. "You're pretty cute when jealous, Jess."

"Just answer, okay?" She folded her arms, attempting to look indignant but failing miserably as her cheeks continued to burn bright. "And stop smirking!"

"Well, Lilly's a nice girl. A bit feisty but I guess that's a part of her personality." You told her, deciding to be serious now. To be honest, you don't have any idea why she'd thought you liked Lilly. You never liked her that way, not because you both started as enemies, but because you just never see her in a different light. Plus, Jake will probably kill you if you even dare to try and hit on his sister. "I see her as like my sister. She reminds me of my little sister back home. Why'd you ask?"

"Well..." She hesitated, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her blouse.

"You can tell me, Jess. You don't have to worry."

"I'm a bit scared to ruin our friendship, Y/n," she admitted bashfully, looking at you. Indeed you can see the fear in her eyes, and you want nothing more but to smooth the crease of worry across her forehead. But you also know how important this is for her. So, you opted to encourage her by flashing her a nice, warm smile to wash away whatever doubts she's feeling right now.

"Not gonna happen." You declared with finality. "Whatever it is you're gonna tell me, you're not losing me."

That must have been what she's been waiting to hear. From the look of uncertainty to determination. You waited patiently on what was about to happen. You had an idea, but you don't really want to set expectations for yourself.

She closed her eyes, inhaled sharply, and then blurted out "I have feelings for you, Y/n." This time, she opened her eyes, pure honesty and adoration dancing across them. "Like a lot. Pretty strong feelings."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as her confession sank in. A rush of emotions flooded your chest, and you found yourself struggling to form coherent thoughts.

"You mean..." you managed to utter, your voice a mix of surprise and realization. "more than friendship?"

This woman, this incredible person in front of you, just said she likes you. A part of you before thought she was just being friendly with all the times you and her flirt back and forth. Hearing her say this wiped all your remaining doubts about yourself.

"Yeah..." she breathed.

You look down at her, and she stares back. The hypnotic swirls of brown and green in Jessy's eyes are stark and profound. At this close proximity, you can make out specs of gold in them reflecting the illumination of the lights. It almost reminds you of the setting sun, summer infused with a bit of spring. They remind you of forest and gentle flowers, allowing you to rest and breathe. You only then noticed the barely noticeable freckles dusting across her cheeks, and how they complimented her hazel eyes well.

You can't practically hide the adoration spreading across your features right now, but it doesn't seem that obvious to Jessy who was waiting for a response from you.

She carefully watched your expression, her brows furrowing as she saw a flicker of surprise in your eyes. Her face fell. Her hopeful expression began to waver, and disappointment crept into her features. "You see? Really bad timing! But it's always a bad time somehow."

Worried that she might be reading your reaction wrong, you swiftly reached out, your hands instinctively finding their place on her hips to steady her. "Hey, hey. Hey now. It's not a bad time, Jessy."

"What do you mean?" Your cheeks burned a bit by the close proximity, but she didn't seem to mind. "So, do you... like me back, or?"

"I have pretty strong feelings for you, too." You whispered as if it was some sacred secret you kept for a long, long time. "Really, really strong feelings."

She blinked, clearly taken aback by your response, her blush returning full force. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'," you echoed with a soft laugh. "So, no need to be jealous of Lilly, alright? It's always been you, Jessy."

She let out a contented sigh, and without hesitation, she nestled herself against your collarbone. Your arms instinctively wrapped around her in a protective embrace, tucking her under your chin, and you wonder how you two seemed to fit like some sort of puzzle piece. Her warmth almost lulled you to the rest you achingly want to have. It made you think about how can you crave someone's touch whom you have never touched before.

"You don't know how I'm so relieved to hear that. I really, really haven't felt this way in a long time." She confessed in a mere whisper. "My last relationship didn't go so well, you know?"

"Would you like to talk about it?" You ask tentatively, afraid it's still a sour topic for her.

"He..." she paused, her voice faltering slightly, "cheated on me. After a three-year relationship."

"Name please, so I can punch whoever the bastard is." You joked half-heartedly and her giggles slightly rumbled against your chest. Though you took note of this conversation if ever the name of the idiot arises out of her, you'll definitely be smacking the living daylights out of him.

"Haha, you sounded like Dan just now," she teased, her laughter laced with warmth. "Don't worry, you might cross paths with him if you stay here in Duskwood longer."

"How did you find out?" You asked once more.

"He confessed it to me." You noticed her grip on you tightened a bit. "The day it happened."

"Wow," you can't help but remark in annoyance. "Did he expect some sort of reward for doing the bare fucking minimum?"

"He also apologized and said it meant nothing," she chuckled dryly. "That it was nothing but a mistake."

"Yeah, as if." You scoffed. This only adds to your growing list of reasons why you have to beat him up. "It always means something."

"I was stupid enough to believe him." She shook her head a bit like she can't believe she'd do something like that. "The following weeks were horrible. I was torn apart. I really wanted to forgive him. But it hurts so much."

"It's difficult to forgive an affair." You whispered.

Cheating is a matter of choice. There's no valid excuse in this world for it. For you, if you don't like your partner anymore, why can't you just be honest with it? Because selfish people like them want the best of both worlds. They only care for their own satisfaction, not for their partners, and definitely not for others.

You plant a gentle kiss on her hair to soothe her growing nerves. Even though she'd move on, it would still be difficult to talk about it, especially something like that. "You left him though, right?"

"I wish I had, Y/n." Jessy looked up at you, her eyes wandering, searching for something in your face. "Instead, I held on to our relationship but we just argued all the time. Because of everything. Until one day he just didn't come back. I guess," she sighed, "he realized that his mistake did mean something after all."

"I'm gonna punch him hard. I'll even take Dan with me." You declared, anger rising in you. It wouldn't really be bad to take Dan with you. You're sure he wants to give the cheating fucker a piece of his fist, too. "Anyway, do you know who the girl was?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to know. You know how small Duskwood is. So, I'm pretty sure I know her. And I was scared her name would be burned into my head forever."

"That makes sense." You hummed. "I'd still like to punch your ex in the face though."

"Haha, I think he does deserve a punch or two." she giggled a bit, and you're glad she's smiling again. You didn't like seeing anything but happiness in her. "Has anyone ever hurt you like that?" she questioned innocently, curiosity thick in her voice.

That question almost made you lose your smile, but you tried to keep it in place but still failed. No one had ever hurt you like that, and you were determined to keep it that way. But the thought of you hurting someone else? That was a different story. There were too many instances to count, but only one ranked to the very top and the only thing you regret doing. That horrible moment coming back to you like a fucking harbor wave.

"I've hurt someone before..." You confessed quietly.

She held your cheeks with gentleness. "I think you're incapable of such thing, Y/n."

"I couldn't protect her, Jess." You shook your head, lips quivering. "She... died because of me." You let out a harsh breath. Swallowing down the accumulating sob in your throat. "That's why I was so keen on going here after you got attacked. I can't afford to make that mistake again."

Imagine the panic you felt that time to the point Jake has to talk you out of it when you were already ready to pack your shit and go to Duskwood.

"I'm sure it was never your fault, Y/n," she whispered, her fingers tracing a soothing pattern on your cheek. You wanted so badly to believe her.

To tell her everything but it's too risky. But you couldn't, at least, not right now. There's too much at stake already but at the same time, you wanted to tell her the truth. You want to give her you're all even if you don't have it. When Jill died, it's as if you died alongside her. You couldn't do anything but blame yourself. You kept this wound for as long as it became a scar.

You fear the same would happen to Jessy, and you wouldn't know what the hell would you do if it happens for the second time around.

"But it felt like it is," you murmured. Your fingers instinctively reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, your touch gentle and affectionate. "I have never felt this way for a long time, Jess. You made me feel like I can protect someone again. That I have someone to treasure."

It's true. After losing Jill in such a manner, you have convinced yourself that you couldn't protect anyone. So, you closed off to anyone that dares to try to get to you. Hell, you even wanted to quit your job. What's the point of saving others when you couldn't even save the person you cared the most about?

When you joined the group, you tried hard to stay aloof as possible, not believing you can actually solve this case. But when Jessy starts believing in you, it made you feel things again. That someone, despite not really knowing you that well, believes in you unconditionally. You tried to deny what you felt for her is just merely adoration, nothing else. But you couldn't fool yourself anymore.

"The first time I felt it," you went on. "I was afraid to act on my feelings because I thought you have something going on with Dan."

She was surprised at the mention of him. But you wanted to address the elephant in the room. It's pretty much obvious to everyone the silent rivalry going on between you and Dan. You're just both too headstrong to actually mention it, and decided to resort to sarcastic remarks to each other that is entirely not that insulting though. He has become your pal after all, and you like to assume that's what he sees in you, too. That's why both of you never actually showed hostility with each other regarding fighting for Jessy's attention.

"He's... a different story," she sighed, her gaze shifting as if lost in thought. "There's nothing going on, really. You already know we're all childhood friends, and he's just really overprotective of us girls. He began pursuing me after my ex and I broke up. But I wasn't really ready for any relationship, and then you came. And you make me feel like it doesn't feel bad to fall again anymore."

"Because I'll be there to catch you," you said, tucking a loose lock of red hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Jessy, for telling me this. It was never a bad timing when I spend time with you."

She smiled at that, making your lips quirk upwards as well. "I can't wait for all of this to be over, Y/n. I want to recreate that date with you. I'm sure the others will also want to spend time with you after this."

"Well, that depends if Miss Jessica Hawkins is willing to share me with the others." You wiggled your eyebrows.

"I don't really do sharing." She told you with a straight face before letting out a soft laugh. "Just kidding, of course, I'll let you spend time with them, as long as I'm included," she said with a wink.

"Well, I wouldn't mind having you by myself." You flashed her a charming smile.

She chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. "Hmm, I might consider it if you promise not to flirt with every girl you meet in Duskwood."

You feigned offense, placing a hand over your heart. "Me? Flirt with other girls? Never!"

"Oh, I believe you," she teased back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But just in case, I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

"Deal," you replied, pretending to zip your lips with an invisible key. "You've got my word, and I promise to be the most well-behaved investigator you've ever seen."

She laughed, the sound like music to your ears. "We'll see about that."

Seeing her like this, all happy smiles and grinning eyes, for a second you thought that maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out okay.

Looking at the hazel eyes you have learned to love over the course of days, you realize you wanted to see them for the rest of your lives. This isn't exactly what you pictured yourself to meet her personally but that doesn't stop you to be enchanted by the mere presence of Jessica Hawkins. And you note to yourself that once this is all over, you'll give her the date you promised her before.

She stares at you for a minute, eyes searching for something in yours. And as if she finally found it, a small, tentative smile crept over her features. Her smile has always been your favorite. It's far by the prettiest thing you have ever seen in your life, for it extends to her eyes and deep into her heart. It was a rare sight to be seen and you always made sure to capture it with your own eyes.

Your eyes never left her own ones, unable to look away.

What was once a heart pounding like a drum in your chest, fast and hot in an uneven rhythm is now a heart steadily beating. It no longer feels like storms of uncertainties colliding in the middle of the ocean.

This love is calm and silent.

"Hey, um, would you mind if I..." she hesitated, her eyes wandering down your lips and then back up to meet your gaze.

"If you what—" you started to ask, but before you could finish your question, she closed the gap between you, eyes half-lidded. Like some sort of magnetic attraction, you find yourself drawing closer, her lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was like a spark igniting a fire, and all the worries and doubts seemed to fade away at that moment.

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Her lips were soft and warm and you can literally feel yourself short-circuiting. However, the tingling of your stomach and pounding of your heart so violently against your chest like it wants to come out didn't stop you to pull her closer to you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, but the smile on Jessy's face said it all. "Wow," she whispered, her eyes shining with happiness.

“Yeah,” you can only chuckle at her choice of words, staring back through drooping eyelids, seeing red dusting across Jessy’s cheeks. Your eyes wandered back to her lips, and then you met her gaze again. "Wow," You murmured with a dopey smile.

Lips still merely inches from yours, she breathed, “I adore you, y’know?"

“I adore you.” You whispered back, capturing her lips once again. "You."

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The peaceful moment between you and her was shattered once again by a persistent notification from your phone. It felt like the universe was conspiring against your happiness, making every effort to interrupt your time together.

You had the temptation to silence your phone but you can't. Every notification right now is of utmost importance. But you cannot help but sigh, your moments with her are always being interrupted.

When you opened the notification, you saw an unknown person had added you and sent a link. Without thinking, you immediately pressed the attachment leading you to a footage of Hannah and Richy.

Your heart sank at the sight that greeted you.

Jessy must have noticed the sudden change in your expression. "Huh, what is it?"

"You have to see this," you managed to say. You're speechless. Just what the fuck? Both of them seemed unconscious, hands tied behind their back with a duct tape attached to their mouths. Seeing them treated like some sort of animal made your blood boil.

"Oh, my God!" She gasped. "They're both alive!"

"The others have to see this, shit." You fumbled over your phone. Immediately forwarding said attachment to the group.

"What the fuck is he planning now..." you murmured. This is an unpredictable move from Hanson. What is he expecting to get from this footage? That the others will barge in where he kept the two?

"We can save both of them, Y/n," she said beside you, feeling a bit more hopeful now. "They're both alive."

"Yeah..." You agreed, but you can't help but doubt, "but what the hell is Hanson planning now? Sending us this video?"

"It is?" Jessy turned to you.

"Yeah, it said so in the domain." You replied, pointing her the video on her phone. "And you can also see the time in the bottom left of the corner."

From the looks of it, they looked dosed, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions without more information. You knew that alarming them in their current state could potentially make the situation even more dangerous.

"Y/n," Jessy captures your attention again. Her entire demeanor has changed compared to her relaxed state before. You assumed seeing both of them alive arises the hope and motivation she thought she'd lost. "Can you send this to Alan? If he sees this I bet he's gonna want to help us again!"

You nodded, "Yes, I think I should." You sent him the attachment immediately. You waited for him to go online but unfortunately, he didn't. You cursed softly, "damn, he's not coming online."

"Oh, no..."

You immediately went back to you conversation with the chief. You had already sent him the link but he hasn't replied yet.

"Uhm, Y/n." You felt a gentle tug on your clothes, and you turned to Jessy with a quizzical look. "There's something back there."

"What?" Without hesitation, you moved to her side, tugging her slightly behind a dresser to remain hidden from any potential outside observers. You couldn't risk being seen by Hanson or anyone else at this critical moment.

"There, you see it?" She pointed towards the window, and you squinted your eyes in an attempt to recognize what she was referring to. The darkness outside made it challenging to make out any details, but there was indeed a faint light source in the distance. It was so dim that you were not sure what you are looking at. "I'm not sure if it's in the forest or on the road. It's too dark, and far away."

"Shit," you murmured under your breath, your mind racing with possibilities. "Do you think it's him?"

"I don't know." She answered, unsure, typing harshly on her phone. You assumed she was updating the group on what you and her have scouted from afar. "It's really hard to tell. It looks like a lamp or something."

"No, I've seen the road leading to the cabin earlier. It's a dead-end. Whoever that is on the road, I'm sure they're headed right to us," you said, your voice tinged with rising alarm.

"It looks like this lamp is heading towards us."

As if on cue, the light that was barely noticeable at first began to grow brighter until suddenly, it went off. "Shit, the light's gone."

"That's probably Michael..." Jessy tried to steady her shaking breath, attempting to suppress the panic that threatened to overwhelm her.

Indeed, the light had drawn significantly nearer. Fear enveloped you like a palpable, living force, paralyzing your senses. It felt as though a bloodthirsty beast had wrapped its claws around you, holding you captive in its grip. You're not necessarily scared by him, but the fact you might fuck this up.

"There, again!" Jessy's voice trembled with fear as she pointed out the light source. Her panic was contagious, and you couldn't help but feel the surge of anxiety yourself. "Y/n, it's a lot closer than it was before!"

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to regain composure. You couldn't afford to succumb to unnecessary fear. You shouldn't be scared of anything. Despite being inactive for so long, you're still Dolos. And criminals fear you.

You typed a brief message to give the others a warning. You cannot afford to lose your position right now.

Taking a deep breath, you knew that drastic measures were necessary. You grabbed your backpack from the couch and returned to Jessy's side. You have to take offense now before he does. Plus you have the advantage as he really doesn't know you're here.

"Jess," you held her cheeks. You knew she won't like this idea, but you have to emphasize how important this is. "You have to stay here. I'll look outside."

"No!" As expected, she didn't like it one bit. She shook her head, adamant to make her point across. "You're not leaving this room, Y/n. I need you to be safe."

"And I need you to be safe," you countered firmly. "All of you. We can't afford to lose anyone, and I won't take any risks with your safety. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

The sudden darkness caused you and Jessy to gasp in surprise. Cursing softly under your breath, you realized that this was an unfortunate time for a power interruption. However, when you checked the group chat, you discovered that Thomas had shut down the fuse box as Dan thought it might provide an advantage.

Both of you hurriedly made your way toward the window. Jessy initiated a video call to alert the others, her voice trembling with urgency. "Y/n he's really here! There! You see him? He's right in front of us!"

Fuck, it's pitch black out there but you can clearly see the man without a face in flesh, and it sent shivers down your spine. He's carrying the lamp with him, illuminating the mask you saw when he attacked Jessy. That slight fear turned into an unidentified anger when you remember that night.

Fucking finally. You can't wait to hand him over in cuffs. And possibly beat him to pulp if you were given a chance.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"It looks like he's waiting."

"Shit," Dan muttered under his breath, his impatience getting the better of him. "That's not enough. I can't hit him from this distance."

"You have to wait, Dan," you reminded him firmly, trying to keep him focused and patient. "If you miss this shot, he'll know you have a weapon."

"It's exactly with her," Lilly found herself saying in a barely audible voice. "This is exactly what Hannah said. That there is a man standing by the edge of the forest."

"Yes, Lilly." You hummed. "You're right."

"He turned off his lamp. Y/n, I can't see him anymore!" Jessy's hands held onto your shirt in a vice grip. You can't see her properly but the way she struggles with breathing is enough to tell you she's frightened to the core.

"It's so dark..." You say in a low voice. Your hand reached for hers, finding her clammy palm and holding onto it gently, trying to offer whatever comfort you could in this unsettling situation. "He could be anywhere."

"Well," Thomas prompted. "What do we do now?"

"Stay in your positions," Dan commanded. "He's gonna try coming in any second now."

A message from Dan suddenly pops out, surprising you a bit. And you wonder why the fuck is he messaging you now in the most importunate time.

You might just have an idea about what's it about but goddamn it's not the best time to discuss it. And you know where this is going. Like 'whatever happens to me yada, yada, yada.' Like you'll fucking let anything happen to anyone of them.

He wasn't able to reply no more as Thomas alerted everyone that as of now, Hanson is on the porch. And after that, things just escalated.

You should have probably predicted what will happen next. Thomas and impulsive ideas just coexist with one another. And if you're gonna add crude reasoning, it's generally not gonna be a great mix.

Guess what? The idiot wants to go out there.

"Don't even think about it, Thomas." You said in a firm voice.

"I can catch him unaware." Once again, he's not listening.

"Dude, no."

"But he can't see me." He insisted and you fought the urge to smack him upside down.

"You don't know that." You countered back.

"I can see him too."

"Cleo, don't even encourage him." You want to facepalm so bad. Are you and Dan the only ones who actually think this is a bad idea?

"If he turns around now and leaves, that was it!"

"Thomas," this is the only time you heard Dan call him by his actual name, and you knew he's pissed as hell. "Seriously, I'm WARNING YOU."

As if not hearing anything, he left the call. Cleo also left and declared she'll try to help, and Lilly soon followed her.

"Oh, fuck it." Dan also left, ending the call effectively. It's only you and Jessy left, and god knows where the hell is Jake.

"Goddamn it!" The whole position is screwed thanks to Thomas. "They all went outside!"

With no one guarding the entrances, Hanson can easily navigate around the house without them noticing him, especially since the whole house is pitch black. He can easily attack them from behind and they'll never know.

You've easily seen how this kind of situation ends before and damn, you're all screwed in all ways possible.

"What do we do, Y/n?!" Jessy is pretty much freaking out just like you, but you're trained in being composed at all times.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to gather your thoughts and devise a plan. But with no other viable options, you're afraid you have to use your ace now.

"Jess," you gently held her shoulders, making sure she looked into your eyes, "listen, I have to go out there—"

Her eyes widened in alarm as she interrupted, "you're just going to do the same thing! It's too dangerous!"

"You have to trust me. I'll be safe. I'll keep them safe, too." You tried to assure her. If anyone is actually suited to defend anyone, it would be you. "But I want to make sure you'll be safe here first, okay?"

Assuming Hanson is already in the house, you cannot leave her here all alone, not until you know she'll be safe here. You cannot bring her with you, it's not safe, too. She's not a damsel in distress per se but you couldn't afford to risk her safety.

"Okay," she let out a shaky breath. "I trust you, Y/n..."

You gave her a gentle smile, appreciating her trust in you. "Lock the door when I leave. Don't open it to anyone other than me and the others. And not until you hear our voice." You told her. "Promise me you won't leave the room."

"I..." She almost hesitated, but give in eventually. "promise."

You pulled her into a tight embrace and she waited for no second to wrap her arms around you as tight as she could. Like if she holds you too loose, you'll slip away. You planted a soft kiss on her forehead in the most loving and caring way you could muster. If it's for giving her reassurance or for something else, you're not entirely sure. But at the moment, it feels like it's the right thing to do.

"Are you with me?" You asked softly.

"I am. Always, Y/n," she whispered, gripping your shirt a little bit tighter. "Please be safe."

"I will." You promised as you leaned in and gave her a quick but tender kiss on the lips. “Please be safe as well, Jess. I'll come back soon."

Leaving her in that room has probably been one of the hardest things you've ever done. When you heard her trying to silence her cries, not wanting to be heard by you almost broke your resolve but you got to keep going.

This is for her as much as this is for everyone.

The sound of the door locking behind you brought a slight sense of relief. At least that way, you knew she is safe. Now, in the darkness, you could fully embrace your skills and training. Stealth and darkness were your allies, and you moved through the area with grace and precision.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing you to navigate the space with ease. From your bag, you retrieved the familiar item, holding it firmly in your hand. It has been a while since you used it, it still felt familiar as ever, not too light, and never too heavy.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you carefully descended the stairs, your eyes scanning for any signs of forced entry or unusual sounds near the front door. The house seemed eerily silent, and you couldn't shake the feeling that danger was lurking just outside.

In the dining room, where Dan was supposed to be, there was no sign of him. However, the open balcony door indicated that the others might have used that as an exit. You took a deep breath, steadying your nerves before venturing outside.

Guided by the soft moonlight, you cautiously stepped onto the deck, trying to make out any movement or signs of your friends. The tension in the air was tangible, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency to find them quickly.

As you scanned your surroundings, the deck appeared empty. Your instincts led you to the porch, where Thomas had last seen Hanson. But to your surprise, there was no sign of anyone there, except for Cleo and Thomas's parked cars.

A knot of dread formed in your stomach.

"Where the hell are they?" You questioned yourself. It's far too quiet, and that only adds to the growing eariness you feel.

You decided to went further down the cabin's ground floor. The house is not that big of a mansion to get lost in so it's quite impossible for you to miss him or the others. You can't even find Dan for Pete's sake! And he's still in a wheelchair. He can't possibly move floor to floor.

Your blood went cold when the sound of Jessy's scream tore the silence of the night.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Hanson's not anywhere in your perimeter, and if he's not with Thomas and the others, he probably got Jessy. Adrenaline shot all throughout your veins as you ran fast with purpose. God, why have you been foolish leaving her alone? If something were to happen to her, you will never forgive yourself.

You sprinted back to the cabin with urgency, your mind racing with the worst possible scenarios. As you burst into the cabin, the sight that greeted you filled you with horror. There he was—the man without a face, standing before you.

Jessy lay on the floor, desperately trying to escape his grasp. You assumed she went out of the room and came looking for you guys, and was surprised by Hanson appearing at the front door. You thought that was sealed tight, how the hell did he get inside?

Hanson has got no time to be surprised by your presence as you point your gun and pulled the trigger with no hesitation. It didn't manage to hit him in the desired location you want to shoot him but you're sure you were able to graze his arm with your bullet. Another shot soon followed but it didn't come from your Glock. It was Dan!

Though he wasn't able to hit him as Hanson scurried away like some sort of coward. You wanted to run after him but you wanted to make sure she was okay.

Despite her shock and confusion, she only shook her head at you, "follow him, Y/n!"

You hesitated but decided to follow suit, and nodded in understanding. As you went outside, gun held close to you, you saw him running inside the forest, clutching his side for dear life. You debated going after him but it would be too dangerous. Besides, that bullet you have with you has a chemical infused to it that can paralyze a person within 5 minutes after being shot. He won't be able to return to Hannah and Richy anytime soon.

You sighed. That was a close one. You let out a harsh breath. It didn't miss your eyes the confusion on Jessy and Dan's faces when you shot him. Now, you have to explain to the others why the hell you have a gun with you, and how you know how to use one just as you feared.

When you entered the cabin, noting the lights are on again, all eyes are on you. All of them are huddled at the table with Lilly assisting Jessy in drinking her water.

"What happened?" Thomas questioned you.

"Did you..." Jessy panted, trying to catch her breath. "Did you get him?"

"I did, I went after him but he ran away in the forest." You told them. You also told them about him being paralyzed any moment now, and killing Hannah and Richy will be will probably the last thing on his mind right now.

The group fell into a tense silence, their gazes shifting between you and the gun in your hand.

"I'm gonna address the elephant in the room, alright?" Dan broke the silence, his tone surprisingly calm. "Firstly, nice shot, Sherlock!" He chuckled, giving you a small nod of approval. "Second: Y/n, you've been carrying a gun this whole time? Why didn't you tell us?"

A moment of silence occurred. Everyone waited for your response. Each second passing makes your Glock feels heavier than usual. And you guessed this is probably the best time to tell them everything.

Now or never.

"Old habits die hard, I guess," you murmured, reaching into your back pocket and producing your badge. You placed it on the table, revealing the truth about your past. "I'm Y/n L/n," you began, "Agent Dolos of the Gamma Force."

The room fell silent, the revelation sinking in for everyone.

"Wait, what?" Dan's eyes widened in astonishment. "As in the Agent Dolos of the FBI?!"

"Yes, but not anymore.”

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A/N: Alright, sorry for the delay first of all. There's just so much going on with my univ atm 😣 but anyway, I hope this chapter will suffice. Some of you might be confused, but I assure you that whatever questions (especially on who Jill is) you have will be answered soon. Also, I'm editing the previous chapter as I've started to replay the game, and I saw that there are some things that I missed out on. My apologies also for the description of the cabin, I'm still quite confused about which room is located on which floor as I know that it's a two-storey house with a ground floor.

Anyway, thanks for having you here! :)

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hacked-by-jake · 11 months

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Mf is quite brave to laugh about it considering how close he is to becoming Ted Madruga 2.0. xD

#Can't believe he's laughing about it 😂#hbjrandomdwthoughts #duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood episode 8 #duskwood lilly #duskwood mc #duskwood ted madruga #hbj dw talks

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zmayadw · 1 year

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Mc: Dan?

Dan: Yes?

Mc: I was wondering...

Dan: What?

Mc: Is your mobile provider charging you by the letter?

Dan:

Dan: FU

DAN is now OFFLINE

🤣🤣 I really love Dan, the conversations with him are always so much fun! 😁

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood dan #duskwood mc #duskwood replay #duskwood episode 8

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lyon-amore · 2 years

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Guardian Chapter 4 final

JakexFem!MC Genre: Romance, Drama Suitable for everybody. Events during the chapter in chapter 8 Previous chapter ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV* I check the clock on the computer. It's already taking too long to arrive. I'm getting worried, should I go out looking for her? It might be risky, but I don't like her to be alone. Iwas supposed to take care of her, what if something happened to her? I put the chat window to write where she is so I can look her up, and, as if she read my mind again, she texts me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC Jake! I've had a fight with an old lady! She stole the ingredients I needed to cook dinner Can you believe it? 😡 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I laugh at the simple idea of imagining her fighting with an old woman. She is trying way too hard to take care of me when she should be the other way around. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake And who has won the battle? MC Well… Her 😒 Jake The big MC can use her big talk on scam locksmiths, people who write to her accusing her of kidnapping. But she can't handle a old lady. MC Hey… Are you laughing at me? Jake No. ;) MC You wouldn't laugh if they wanted to hit you with a cane 😒 Jake Has she harmed you? MC No But I saw how then she pretended to fall Don't trust the old food thieves They are beasts ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I smile looking at the screen. I'm sure if she saw me, I'd be annoyed because it seemed like I was watching her like a… Well, maybe I was just amused because I haven't had that much fun with someone in a long time. I try to calm myself because my heart is beating fast. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC I'm sorry Jake... I won't be able to cook you something good... Jake Anything you make will already be delicious. Even some popcorn. MC You are too kind to me 😞 Jake Also because I was worrying that you wouldn't make it home. MC You are worried? Jake Yes. I almost went out to look for you. MC I would have sent you a message if something had happened I had left work with my friend, who took me by car to the store But I appreciate that you wanted to come out and look for me 😉 Jake The crazy things you make me think about, MC. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shit... I think I overdid writing that. I quickly delete the message, but get another one from her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC I've seen it! 😝 Jake I do not know what you are talking about. :) Must have been your imagination MC Hmm… 😒 Well, I'll let it go... Any special request? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't want to cook her so late, and I really don't need much. Normally, if I have to prepare something, it's usually something quick and easy to do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake The truth is, I'll settle for just having an omelette for dinner. I don't want you to be looking for something complicated to do at this hour. MC Jake... 😥 I don't want you to leave home after having just eaten that... Jake I'm fine with that. MC You really are… I let it go this time I'll look for something to fill it with Jake Ok. Now please. Don't be late. MC I don't take long I don't want to make you miss me more 🤭 Jake See you later. MC See you soon ----MC has been disconnected---- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Miss her? I close the chat window thinking about it. Alright. I admit it. But not in front of her. Yes, I missed her.It's a pretty nice feeling to know that you're waiting for someone to come back so you can hear how their day was or simply that you can receive that person with the warmth that you miss so much. "I wonder if she's happy knowing that she has someone waiting for her..."In a big house like this for herself, surely yes, it must make her happy. I watch as she cooks dinner while I lean against the wall. She had surprised me at the computer by placing a drink behind my neck, she had bought it expressly knowing that I like it. But she didn't have to do that either... Because she saw my flushed face. Just what I don't want her to see to keep her from being right. MC is focused on cooking, with a pleasant smile, normally I would look around, listening for any sound or shadow, but now seeing her was much better. “It's rude to stare at people” she says as she grabs two plates from the cabinet. "I wasn't looking at you," I answered, crossing my arms. "I was actually… Thinking. " “Mhm… Me too. " “On something interesting at work? “ I ask, interested in her day. "More like your tattoo." She looks at me maliciously. I feel a shiver run down my spine when she says it like that. I thought that she would not be interested and would take it as normal. "You love to make me nervous, don't you?" I accept the plate and we sit on the counter in the center of the kitchen, this time the place is a bit more intimate, smaller and closer. "Am I making you nervous by asking you that?" <<Don't blush... Don't let her win...>> No matter how much I think about it, I know I do. "No" like a piece of omelette. They are better than mine. "Tattoos usually have meanings for people" MC professional mode activated. I know the feeling "and some wings…" "Go on." "I guess you want to feel the sense of freedom in some way." She rests her chin on her hands, looking at her curiously "Or perhaps feel identified with the feeling of changing places like birds when they migrate.” "Or a little of both." I admit, letting out a weak laugh. "Even outside of work you don't rest from investigating.” "And whose fault is it?" she raises an eyebrow pretending to be offended "It has already become a habit not to rest. You ‘infected’ me. " “Sorry.” "No, I was joking" a red color appears on her cheeks, along with a small smile"I haven't felt useful for a long time. In a certain part, doing this makes me happy, because I feel that they need me. That I can get it." "MC-" "But let's change the subject, no talking about work." She drinks a little water. Unlike me who has the drink that she bought me "Do you have any funny stories that happened to you?” I think a little bit. Yes. Let's change the subject or we'll be back like yesterday. I close my eyes thinking. A funny story… Only one thing comes to mind. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV* I could spend hours analyzing him, watching his every move for myself, but I want him to talk about it. Know different stories. I want to know the funny part of Jake. "I remember that I was being chased by a corrupt police officer, I must have been sixteen at the time," he begins to narrate thoughtfully. ,"When I managed to mislead him, I decided to hack the screens of the city-," "Wait, are you talking about when they put that man on screen in Snow White's dress dancing with a hula hoop?" I ask without blinking and he lets out a laugh. "It was you?! You put it?!" "Were you there?" "Yeah!" We burst out laughing. I remember that day perfectly. "The man in the video was just the policeman at a costume party," he continues, laughing. Remembering that "I saw him nervous among the people, embarrassed.” "Yes... I remember a man yelling 'Don't look! It's false! That's not me!' ” I try not to raise my voice to imitate him, and more so because it was hard for me to laugh. ”Then there were screenshots of-” ”Of messages he exchanged with smugglers.” ”Since then the case was known as 'The Snow White'.” "Luckily I didn't leave my signature and I left them the USB labeled as a farewell gift," Jake smiles proudly. "Of course I had to disappear for a while after that because of the police officer's testimony.” “It went well because you're here now.” “Since that day I worked to improve my security so they wouldn't detect me.“ Knowing that we were close makes me happy and even more knowing that Jake liked to humiliate the bad guys. Typical of a rebellious teenager. It is noted that over the years he matured and was more careful with his actions. "I wish I'd met you back then" I sit up crossing my arms at the table, happy to hear this story, "it would have been great to have met a hero." "It wasn't that big of a deal either, and I took too much of a risk doing it." "But you did the right thing." “If I didn't do it, no one would.” We stay silent. Now, our silence is no longer awkward after we became close. I get lost in his eyes that shine with mischief after that story. My heart is racing so fast… I'm sure he's hearing it. "And what about you?" He asks me, bringing me back to Earth. "Any funny stories?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV* She blinks her out of distraction. MC looks at me for a moment, then concentrates on coming up with a story. Even concentrating she looks good… I should stop thinking about this, she's going to tell me about any movement that might attract attention. “I was fifteen years old “she begins to narrate “I had gone out with my friends and well… My friends tried to get me together in a ‘subtle’ way with a boy with a boy who was a year older than us.“ “Being subtle with you, you're like a lie detector, it must have been complicated for them.“ "I didn't tell them anything, honestly, I thought it was funny," she shrugs, not caring, "and the boy was pretty cute, so why not?" "Yeah...“ Did I sound upset? She looks at me with a rather mischievous smile. Yes. "The only problem was that he lied more than he talked." She sounds annoyed and she crosses her arms, remembering that. "I noticed right away when he looked at his mobile that he had another girl, he had a tic in his right eyebrow when he said that it was the annoying little sister of his." "But she was his girlfriend." "And from another school." "What an idiot" I get angry with that guy for trying to want to go out with MC when he already having a girlfriend. Someone like her, so special, shouldn't be treated that way. Her smile widens when I insult that boy. That, or he's already thinking I'm jealous. "And what happened?" I ask more curious about the story "You rejected him, right?" "What happened is that his girlfriend appeared" she lets out a laugh, amused “she saw him very close to me from a distance and on top of that I received her screams.” <<Is it too late to get angry?>> "But I was smarter and told her that in reality he had been trying to flirt with me all the time and that he had told us that she was his sister.” "Surely he must have been surprised that you'd guessed." "Obviously." She adjusts a little, moving closer. "The girl looked at the drink that I had in my hand and asked me 'Can I?' and I replied 'With pleasure.'. She spilled the entire drink in his face. My friends were freaking out, but I couldn't help laughing. " "The guy deserved it, and I would have clapped if I'd been there." "I can assure you that if you had been there, it would have been different." Again and as always, she makes me nervous. Although it's funny that we had the same sense of justice back then: Humiliate people. "And what happened to the girlfriend?” "What happened is that she thanked me and we became friends. Currently, she is my co-worker." “A happy ending for everyone.“ "Yes... Sorry, I don't have police officers hula hooping, yours is more fun." I shake my head, giving her a calm smile.I don't care if it was something as mundane as going out with her friends, I want to know what she was like before, to meet her. When she told me that she was in the square that day I put the video on, she made me happy to know that we were close without even knowing each other's existence. If I could have made her happy, then it's perfect for me. "Believe me, it's not boring at all for me," I reply, wanting him not to feel bad for me not having a quiet adolescence "I think it helps a lot to expose a guy like that in public." “A year ago I met him." "Did he want to go on a date with you again?" I joked. "No, he thanked me for letting him know that he was an idiotic teenager and now he's married with an adorable little boy." "Then I'm right: happy ending for everyone.” "Moral: Past mistakes will help you in the future.” She looks proud because she not only gained a friend, but because she helped a man know that he was a teenager who made a mistake that she shouldn't. I like to see her like this. The dinner was spent telling us anecdotes, I decided to talk a little more about myself before being that juvenile "delinquent" that I had been. I guess I wanted to feel closer to her by telling her about mundane things. "So... At what age did you get the tattoo?" <<You're not going to let it go, are you MC?>> I throw back my head, resigned. I guess it won't hurt to tell her. "I did it when I was twenty," I answer and see her eyes wide open. "And that expression?" "It's just that I loved seeing it," she takes my hands and begins to beg, "Show me again!" "No." "Please, I want to at least take a photo.” "Why do you want a photo?” "To have proof that you're not as boring as I thought." "One: I would not take photos." "Not even with me?" "What?" A photo together? I try to compose myself, so that I don't get mixed up "And two: I'm not boring, I'm just cautious.” "You can't even let me see the details of the feathers?" She clings to me, pretending sadness “Come on Jake, just let me see even if it's the shoulder. I promise you I won't bother on this subject again. " I frown as I avoid looking at her. Well, if it's just her shoulder... I take off part of the sweatshirt and he starts looking at the tattooed feathers on it, tracing the details with his finger. "It's so beautiful…" she whispers, looking up in investigation mode. I watch how she traces the feathers. She tickles me by how delicately she does it. Her expression is serious, no longer mockery, but fascination. I can't take my eyes off of her. “Yes it is…" She shoots me a quick glance with a smile, continuing to be amused by her feathers. I wish I could give her one, so she'll have something of me when I'm gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV* The thought that the moment of goodbye would come made my chest ache.I see him getting ready after a dinner full of laughter this time, compared to yesterday's meal. He adjusts his backpack and stares at me, almost sorrowfully. “Well,” he says, a little sadly too “it hasn't been that long, but at least I've had a good time.” "I wish you could stay a bit longer" I admits, biting my lip nervously. "Me, too," Jake admits "but I feel like if I stay-" "Yes?" I am waiting for his sentence. He looks away, uncomfortable. Okay, I'm not going to pressure him. "Next time, you choose the plan" I pat his on the shoulder in a friendly way "and I promise we'll finish the movie to torture you more.” "I'll have to think of some movies too to make you suffer like I've been suffering." He smirks and I stop patting him. That smile is not good for my heart and my mind. He has to go and fast! He opens the door and looks at me, it seems that he doubts whether to go out or not. "I'll send you a message when I'm in a safe place. Goodbye MC.” I can't take it anymore! I pull him close and give him a kiss on the cheek, then quickly push him away and slam the door in his face. WHAT SHAME! MAYBE I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV* I look at the door with my hand on my cheek. She has kissed me… MC has kissed me… It has happened, hasn't it? I pull on my hood with a smile and a burning face. It has been without a doubt the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. And it has also given me the opportunity to be clear that I want to protect her forever, protect all her smiles or her tears. Whether it's from afar or up close, I will always be the guardian of MC. Bonus Chapter

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