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[anarchist-sloth]

Headcanon: Jake and MC love escape rooms because they can investigate togheter as a team just like the old times

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[wouldduskwood]

Jake's POV Descendants of Despair Part 85

"We will get to that. It is the early hours of the morning. Maybe let your call wait until dawn." Alan replied curtly as he sat in front of me once more, his fingers steepled as he eyed me suspiciously.

I shrugged, trying to look as non committal as I could.

"Aye, aye cap'n," I muttered dryly, wishing beyond anything that I could see MC's reaction to my attempt at a passive aggressive attack. I had no doubt that, if she were in this situation, her remarks would be far more cutting than anything I could come up with. That was one of the things I loved the most about her. She would never settle for anyone's bullshit. Even my own. If it was morally wrong to her, she would call anyone out on it. Perhaps to her own detriment.

Alan looked less than amused with my attempt at humour. Rather, he sat back a bit and eyed me with a steely gaze.

"Humour will not be your friend here, son." Alan stated calmly, trying to insert some form of dominance.

I shrugged half heartedly and shook my head. "Well, I am aware of my predicament. If I can't have a little fun now, when can I?" I answered, surprised at how calm I sounded. I was severely sleep deprived and struggling to keep myself distanced enough from MC to keep my emotions in some form of check. I had no idea what the future held for either of us, but I would be damned if hers would be worse for having known me.

"Okay, how long will it take to find out anything about the people that are following...her." I paused, my voice catching in my throat. I had hoped Alan wouldn't noticed but he gave a smirk as he registered the emotion in my voice. "We are on bareboned crew at the moment, due to the hour. I imagine we will have some more information over the coming hours, should there be anything to find anyway. She really has you captivated, doesn't she? So much so that you fell into a pretty obvious trap. I didn't think hackers made such horrendous mistakes."

"Fuck off," I growled, my voice dark and menacing as I fought to restrain myself. I was well aware that anything I said could be used against me and showing hostility to an officer was never a good idea. I hoped that he would read something different in my reaction. Maybe embarrassment that I had fallen so hard I had gotten caught. I hoped he wouldn't register the real reason. The fact that I had promised her I wouldn't get caught and that now I would struggle even more to secure us a future. I would have always made the decision I did. I would always protect MC from whatever danger I could, set up or not.

"Now, now," Alan grinned. "Maybe you should get back onto your story while we wait then, hacker."

I shrugged. "I need sleep. You bring me some more information on MC's stalkers and I will provide you more information. But right now, I feel like I have spoken enough...without a lawyer." I smirked, upping my game. I hadn't specifically asked for a lawyer, but the mere mention of the word was usually enough to send a chill through an officer. It had the desired effect. "Okay, I will play your game for a while, hacker. You can have a cell overnight and then we will get your phone call. I expect a lot of information for the favours I am doing for you."

I nodded once and waited for him to lead me to a cell. The four walls that separated me from everything. My everything. As I lay on the cold bed, I felt the walls close in around me and hope drain away. After all, Caged birds don't sing.

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[duskwood-lovers]

Everyone meet in jessy's house for her birthday.

Jessy:- let's play a game where we give a situation to the player and that player will tell us what would he/she do in that situation.

Jessy:- is that clear?

Everyone agrees

Everyone is enjoying then it's mc turn

Dan:- I will give Ms detective a situation

Looking at her with his evil smile

Dan:- let me think hmmm, ok one day Mr hacker come to you say that he love someone else and he wants to breakup with you.

Mc sitting on Jake's lap looking at him. Jake pull her closer to him and kiss her forehead.

Dan:- what would you do?

Mc:- I know it's never gonna happen but since it's a game

Mc face suddenly turned emotionless

Mc:- well, I know very well what I am going to do. First I am gonna kidnap jake and lock him and then wait for him to have Stockholm syndrome and then we will live together, right Jake?

Jake smile at her and hug her tightly

Jake:- right, love. But if I were in that situation not only I will do what you say but also kill that guy just to prove that you are mine and no one can have you.

Everyone looking at them with horror but they don't care. As they love each so much and ready to do anything.

" I don't know what I was thinking that it's click my mind 🧐. Then I couldn't stop my self to write about it. If you like it please tell me it motives to write more and share it with you guys"

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[straykidsworldwild]

DUSKWOOD

Jake x MC

Plot : MC goes to DUSKWOOD even though Jake told her not too. First time meeting.

- "I love you, MC." I read his text message.

- "I love you, too, Jake." I replied back to which he left a "read" underneath my message.

That's the last thing this idiot told me. Those three little words meant so much to me. Even more after living that crazy adventure in Dusk wood along side with him. I refused for him to go there but he is so damn stubborn that he didn't listen! He f**king went there! He didn't think for one moment that people who loved him could get scared for him! He didn't think that his disappearance would have been painful and certainly a trauma for me... I know don't know him personally. I know we just talked through a screen. But we developed a connection together. Even through a screen, I could tell his feelings for me and it made my heart go more and more crazy every single message I received from me. He had such a big impact in my life that... If I happen to lose him, I'll blame myself for the rest of my life... Because, I couldn't stop him from losing his life...

That's why I took the decision to disobey his words. He went to Duskwood when he promised me he wouldn't. He was probably there this whole time since he had to flee his persuiers and left me for a few days... And he also probably lied to me to keep me safe and to not worry for him. Now, I guess it's my turn. Maybe I won't find him. Maybe I'll never meet him. Maybe I actually go there for nothing. Maybe it's too late... But I need to go and I need to know if he is alive!

I couldn't sleep much that night, so, at 3a.m., I got up, I packed a luggage, I took all the stuff I knew I needed for this trip, I put my phone in charge while taking a shower, I got ready, I grabbed some food with me, and I left. I have a long drive ahead of me. Leaving early this morning was a good idea. Now, it will take a few hours before I get to Duskwood...

Around 3:30p.m., after driving through highways, national roads, even mountains and tunnels, I finally reached that legendary small town. Duskwood. I have never been here before, but with the pictures Jessy sent me, I manage to recognize a few spot while driving. The pictures were amazing, but now that I'm here, I can tell that it's even more beautiful than I thought. I barely drove through this small town and I already see the charm it offers. Moreover, the automnal colored leaves lying on the ground gives it some kind of magic. Duskwood is definitely a special town...

After driving through Duskwood, briefly visiting the town at the same time, I finally reach a giant woods. I know what you're going to say. How do you know this is the woods where Jake went to? Woods are just giant trees standing next to each other, they all look alike... True. But seeing the police cars, the F.B.I., and ambulances parked in front of it, it can only be here... I park my car a bit further from those and step down.

It feels weird... Being here... Alone. Usually, Jake is on the other side of my phone... He is there to comfort me if I feel the need to get comforted. And I do now... I need him. I'm scared. Standing in front of these woods, in Duskwood itself, scares me. Everything seems more real... What if it was a mistake coming here? What if it was wrong? Am I going crazy? Ugh...!

Watching the woods, I stand next to my car, motionless. I can't bring myself to move yet. Too many questions are burning my mind. They keep popping up, some of them are on repeat which scares and anxious me... Is he still live? Is he still breathing? Why still so many police cars?

My heart is pounding so hard right now, almost reminding me that I need to breathe. I take a deep breath in and finally manage to take a step forward. My legs feel heavy. Each steps I take makes me more and more nervous because I know I am getting closer and closer to that spot... Everything will change once I'll be there. Good or bad... It will change, and it scares the hell out of me.

Walking and climbing on dead leaves and branches, I slowly reach the entry of that site. The feeling is definitely different... Being here in person and watching it from behind a screen... It's different. The FBI are roaming around, most certainly searching for clues and evidence. Police officers from Duskwood are even here. I wonder if Alan Bloomgate is here. Okay... It's pretty serious. Usually, you see this on TV... I look around until my eyes stop at the entrance of that cave. He went in there... He must have been so scared... What if he is still down there? What if he couldn't come back up? What if they found him? Oh God...

I take a step back as stress and anxiousness take over me. My heart is palpitating so fast in my chest. I can even hear my heartbeat in my ears... My hands are becoming very sweaty and my breathing is getting heavy...

- Excuse me, miss! I rapidly look up and see a man approaching me. You can't come here, tells me, a police officer from Duskwood. I notice it just by the uniform he wears.

- Wait, no, my friends were in there! I exclaim with a point of fear mixed with despair in my voice.

- I'm sorry but you have to step back, he insists seriously, not caring of what I just told him.

- Please, just tell me how they're doing. Please! I plead him, impossible for me to give up. What if Jake...? No! I refuse to believe it. And besides, the FBI wouldn't still be here if they found him.

- Miss, step back now! I won't repeat myself! He tells me, slightly raising his voice. He spoke with such a stern tone. As if I was a child not listening to him.

- I'm just asking how they're doing! Please, I need to know! I repeat myself, disliking the way he talked to me. I'm not touching or pushing him. I haven't raised my voice on him. And I haven't insulted him. Why losing it on me?

- Miss!... He half screams at me. He grabs me by my shoulder and pushes me backwards.

- Hey! I suddenly hear a man exclaiming behind him, before I could say something. The police officer takes his hand off and turns around as I look up to see who it was. Another one... Great... Let her to me. Go see if agent Shepherds needs you. He's on site at the entrance of the mine, he tells his coworker with a dead serious tone.

- Yes, sir, replies the police officer before leaving. He didn't argue... Is he his superior? I stay quiet and watch the man leave.

- Hi, I'm Alan Bloomgate. How may I help you? He introduced himself to me before kindly offering his attention. Bloomgate?

- Alan... Bloomgate? Police Chief Department of Duskwood? I question with a surprised tone.

- In person. Why do you look so surprised? He asks back, looking confused himself.

- I just... I thought you were going to look much older. Sorry, I reply with honesty. The man nods. He doesn't seem to know how to react on my comment. Yet, a small smile appeared on his face. But it didn't last for long.

- You said your friends were in there. I believe you are MC, he suddenly tells me. Oh... How...? He didn't see my face when we were on a call...

- How do you...? We just talked on... Are they okay-Wait, I... I blabber so fast that I don't know which question I want to ask first. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hits me. The ground feels like it's wobbly.

- Wow, are you okay? He asks as he catches me. The police Chief Department of Duskwood helps me sit on cut tree trunk that wasn't too far. Do you want me to call emergency? He kindly offers.

- No, I just need to sit a bit. I'm sorry, it's... The tiredness, all the sudden emotions,... The situation itself. A mixed of everything, I answer sincerely and seriously as I take a few breaths.

- I understand. But don't worry, thanks to you, everything is over, he answers, giving a small comforting smile. Over? I look at him with a shocked expression when the tears began to come up. Over... I don't know if I like the sound of that. Could over means no more Jake? I'm sorry about Richy Rogers. I believe he was also a friend of yours, he suddenly tells me as I see on his face that he doesn't know what to do.

- I thought so too... I whisper shakily due to my tears.

- Let me get you a coffee and then we can talk? He kindly suggests. I nod as I saw he was waiting for an answer from me. The Police Chief Department leaves, walking towards his colleagues. What am I doing here? Was I wrong to come here? Suddenly, I feel my phone buzzing. My heart skips a beat, hoping it is Jake... Oh Thank God!

- "MC. I thought I told you not to come here until I contacted you again. Are you okay?" I read the text message from none other than Jake himself. A part of me feels happy because if he contacted me, that means he is still alive. I have been waiting for days for his message! Yet, I don't like the sound of his message. I look up and look around me as discreetly as I can. I don't see anyone... Oh! This silhouette hiding behind the tree...

- Jake... I whisper with a sudden hope in my voice. I don't know where it came from. I want to run up to him... I want to run up to Jake and hug him. After everything that happened, after every message we shared, the happy and the sad moments... I want to see his face. To discover the real face of who I have been talking with the whole time.

- "Are you okay?" I look at the screen of my phone as it buzzed again. What kind of question is this? Who is okay right now? I get up, still looking in his direction.

- Miss, MC? startled, I turn around to face Mr. Bloomgate. Here's your coffee, he tells me as he hands me the coffee. I accept it despite disliking it and smile to thank him. As if nothing happened... I glance quickly back at where Jake was but I cannot see him anymore. Did he leave? Where is he? I didn't know if you wanted sugar so I brought some, tells me the Police Chief Department. I look at the sugar, staying quiet. Are you okay? He asks me with concern.

- Yes, I'm okay. Well... As okay as I can be after all of this, I state sincerely, not really knowing what else I could say.

- Do you mind me asking you a few questions? He gently asks. Whatever answer I will give him won't change the fact that I need to answer them. If not now, it'll be later...

- No, I... Please, ask them, I reply with a small voice. Where's Jake? Why is he still around? I watch Bloomgate get a pen and a piece of paper to take notes.

- How did you get in contact with everyone? He starts asking.

- They contacted me first. But I don't know how they found my phone number, I reply, trying not to lie too much about this situation. Well, I don't have much to hide except everything that concerns Jake.

- Who contacted you? He asks me as he finishes taking notes from the previous question.

- Thomas. He made a group chat with all of the others, I respond as I keep my eyes on the ground. It's like I am scared to look up and to see Jake around. If I see him, everyone can as well. I don't like that.

- There was a Hacker helping you, right? Or was he a nuisance at finding Hannah? He continues to ask me. A nuisance? Jake... I need to be extra careful of what I'm telling him now. I look at the police chief with a slight upset frown.

- A nuisance? The hacker was our best friend in this investigation. He helped us in so many ways, even the police couldn't do. No offense, I answer with a defensive tone. Maybe I shouldn't have react like this. It will make things obvious...

- None taken. Has the Hacker ever threatened you in any way? He asks me. How many questions does he have? Why would Jake threaten us?

- No, I simply reply.

- Did he forced you to say that? I look at Bloomgate for a second, surprised by the question. What is he doing? Trying to reach me emotionally so I would give answers he couldn't get?

- No. Of course not, I say seriously. Suddenly, Alan lowers his notes and cut his radio. What is he doing? I watch the Police Chief Department looking around, as if he doesn't want anyone to hear us. Why?

- He was in there, wasn't he? He questions with a small voice, making sure no one hears us.

- No, he wasn't, I answer, giving him a lie.

- You love him, don't you? He states. He already knows the answer, why ask?

- I thought you were going to ask questions about this investigation, I remind him with a calm tone. I can't let him get to me.

- He loves you too, doesn't he? He continues to state, as if he slowly got all the pieces. And maybe he actually has some of them...

- I don't know, I reply. It's true, maybe he was just playing a game with me after all...

- I don't believe you, miss, I quietly stare at the Police Chief Department. I watch him grab his radio and turn a button. It makes a sound and then nothing. Please, tell me the truth. It's just between us. My radio is off. I do not write your answers anymore. And we're alone, he calmly says to me, speaking with a gentle tone. He almost seems to be a friend. He spoke with a small voice, like someone wanting to know a secret. Well, it's kind of the case...

- He wasn't in the mine. How could he? I reply seriously and gently, still following Jake's demand.

- The FBI is here. They would have never came for Hannah or Richy. So I'm guessing this hacker of yours is wanted. And he was here. I'm also guessing that you wouldn't be here if he wasn't in there, he tells me, giving me more and more proof that he already knows half the truth. Well, some of those things are hard to hide and hard not to link.

- Maybe... But I honestly don't know if he was in there or not, I respond sincerely as I shrug. Mr. Bloomgate nods. I can't tell if he believes me or not. His expressions are pretty stoic.

- Do you know what he looks like? He asks me as I see him holding his pen and block note up. I wish I knew...

- No, he never showed his face and he never let us hear his real voice either. He always made sure that his identity was hidden, I answer with sincerity once again. Now that I think about it, I went to look for a guy I fell in love over a crazy adventure across my phone with people living at the other side of the country and I don't even know my lover's face. Damn... How crazy is that?

- I can sense strong emotions coming from you when you talk about him. How come? He says seriously. He knows he isn't going to get much answers from me, so he analyzes me. Smart... But I'm smart too.

- I'm a pretty emotive person. Too emotive maybe, I reply, avoiding what he's truly trying to do.

- Phil Hawkins was released. He called someone from prison. Was it you? He slightly changed the subject. Phil... Jessy's brother. I almost forgot about him.

- Yes, it was, I answer.

- Weird. He could have called his sister instead. He doesn't know you but he trusts you than them. Can you explain this to me? He says, frowning as he seems curious. Well... I can't tell either why he called me to be honest... So how can I explain this?

- You will have to ask him this in person. I do not know why he trusts me so much or why he called me, I respond to the Police Chief Department. He nods once more.

- What about your friends? Why not believing Phil Hawkins, someone they know? Why believing you, a stranger? He continues to ask me his questions. More and more... When is this interrogation ending?

- I don't know. I guess... They sort of put everything on my shoulders. Their trust must have come slowly as I was helping them step by step, I answer, giving him the truth. Well, I think it is. I don't see why else they would trust me so blindly. The man nods as he seems a bit defeated. There aren't many answers I can give him to be honest...

- Thank you. That's all I'll ask for today, he tells me as he puts his pen and block note in his pocket and turns back on his radio.

- I'm not a bad person Mr Bloomgate, the Police Chief Department looks at me attentively. None of us are. Except... Richy. I misjudged him. I let him fooled me. I really thought he was one of us. I know why you're asking those questions. And I'm answering them truthfully. There's no point for me to lie to you, I reply sincerely to him. I have no reason to lie. My only reason is to protect Jake but the rest, I don't have any reason to lie. I'm just telling him what he needs to know. No more.

- I believe you. But I think you need to rest before we finish this. You look very tired, he says with an actual caring tone.

- I am. I haven't slept in the last 23h, I admit to the man.

- Do you know where you're sleeping? He gently asks me. I shake my head negatively. I didn't really think about that. I guess I thought my car was going to be enough... There's a motel in town. I'll give a call for you and make a reservation. When you arrive there, your room will be ready for you. The person will greet you warmly, he says as I see him taking his phone out. Maybe a phone only for work? I doubt that's his personal one...

- Thank you very much, Mr. Bloomgate, I thank the Police Chief Department with a smile.

- Please, if you need anything, contact me, he says with seriousness.

- Thank you, I smile once more, appreciating his gesture.

- One last thing. Did the hacker do things for you that he would have not done for anyone else? He asks me. Is it part of the interrogation or is he just curious? Is he testing me to see if I lie or not?

- Yes. He has I confess. Mr. Bloomgate smiles.

- Have a nice day, miss MC, he says politely.

- You too, Mr. Bloomgate, I wish back before watching him walk away. Mr. Bloomgate is kind but not stupid. He knows I lied a bit to him. He'll certainly contact me again soon... In what kind of situation am I in? Suddenly, my phone buzzes.

- "MC..." I read the first text from Jake. "Don't say too much. Be careful with his tricky questions.", He added. "MC, tell me once he is done asking you questions.", I read the third text. Don't say too much... He knows I will never sell him away. Of course I wouldn't say too much...

- "It's over.", I simply sent him back, not in the mood to talk. I love Jake with everything in me despite never meeting. But I... I'm so tired right now, so stressed, so... Overwhelmed. Why can't things be easier?

- "Are you okay? What did he ask you?" I read his new message. Am I okay? I don't know. Probably not, just like he is. I sigh and pass my hand in my hair before lowering my phone. I don't take time to answer. My phone buzzes again. "You are angry.", He texted me. Oh. So he is still watching me. He isn't far... If he can see me, why ask if I'm okay? He must see that I'm not... I'm so tired. Emotionally, mentally, physically... I don't answer him once again. "MC, I can see that you read my text messages. Please, answer me.", He adds, seeming worried. I sigh one more time as I feel the tears coming up.

- "You want answers? Let's meet then. This has to stop, Jake. No more lies. I need to see you! I need to hear your voice! I need you to hold me! To tell me everything will be alright now! That everything I did for you was worth it! I need you because I feel absolutely terrified right now.. You've become my safe place, Jake..", I responded to the man before hearing policemen shouting behind me. I turn around and see them all still focused on the cave. Oh God, I thought they saw him. Where is he by the way? If he can see me, I should be able to see him too. And he isn't standing where I saw him before...

- "Tonight. I will send you a location." He replied. Tonight? More hours to wait... I let my first tear roll down my face. Why does everything feel like time has stopped? It's so long...

- "Will you?" I reply before wiping my tears. I'm even starting to doubt everything now... Everything. I turn back around and take a deep breath in when I notice a shadow next to a tree farther from where I am standing. It's half hiding behind the tree trunk. That hoodie... Jake.

- "I know you see me. I wanted to show you that I am here. With you, MC. But don't come up to me. They could find me. I'm already putting myself at risk by standing here.", He sent me. My heart keeps beating so fast down my chest. Even watching him from afar makes me feel like a wave of energy just hit me. Like I sort of live again. He is here. For me. He came and stayed. He waited despite the danger for him. And I'm there complaining... How selfish am I? Still, now that I saw him, I can't wait until tonight. We could leave right now while they are bothered with the cave.

- "I don't want to wait until tonight. I want to see you, Jake. Now.", I sent him before biting my lower lip out of nervousness.

- "MC, I want to see you too, more than anything. But I can't for the moment. It's too dangerous for both of us. I need to find a spot to stay safe and I need you to stay safe too.", He replied. Oh... Well... I lower my phone, not answering him and start to walk away. I think I should just regain my car then... Mr. Bloomgate will call me if he has more questions. Right now, it's the perfect timing to leave. "MC, where are you going?" I read his new text message without unlocking my phone. I sigh and unlock it to answer him.

- "I'm leaving. I don't think you actually want to see me.", I press on "sent" as I keep walking.

- "MC, of course I want to see you!" He quickly replied. He never replied that fast before. I shake my head negatively and just follow the way I took to go back to my car. "MC, don't leave. Please. Tonight, we see each other. I promise you.", He added.

- "I haven't slept since yesterday, and the nights before, I slept maybe 3 or 4 hours. I was damn worried for you! To the point I even had anxiety! All police officers and F.B.I agents are there! We could have seen each other somewhere far from here since they are bothered with the cave. We could have left together right now! But you prefer waiting tonight? Really??" I reply back as I feel a new tear rolling down my face. Tears of anger, fear, and tiredness...

Jake read my text message but didn't reply. Seriously? What does his silence mean? Upset, I wipe my tears only to have more falling down my cheeks.

Under my feet, I can hear the leaves cracking. I stepped over a root, almost falling as I barely saw it with my tears. Jake... Why is everything so complicated?

I rapidly step out of the woods and reach my car. I was so into my thoughts that I barely noticed the time I put to exit the woods... Standing next to my car, I take my keys out of my pocket to unlock it but, I accidentally drop them along with the coffee. Great! I pick them up and wipe my cheeks before hearing my car beeping. Unlocked. Oh... What the...?

On my car window, I see the reflection of a man standing right behind me. I stopped. I freeze. I completely stopped moving or even breathing for a second. The man sounds breathless, like he ran for his life. He is wearing a hoodie, I can't see his face, just like... Staring at him through the window, I take a deep breath before sniffling. He came...

I watch him slowly take off his hoodie, revealing his face to me. Jake looks down and slightly titles his head on the side. Oh God... I close my eyes and lean against my car as I cry silently.

- MC... He softly calls me. The sound of his voice is just so heavenly. No electronic background, not modified by a computer... It's real. I lift my hand up for him to stay quiet. Jake stays silent. I wipe my cheeks and slowly turn around to face the man I've been dying to meet for months. Damn... I sniffle as I bring my hand towards his arm. I can touch him... He's real. He's in front of me and real. That bastard. I push the man twice, tears rolling down before he catches my wrists and pulls me against him. I am wrapped by his arms, engulfed in his chest. I let a sob out as I feel like everything needs to get out. He is here now... I'm here, I hear him whispering softly.

- I hate you... I say, even though I don't mean it. Why do you have to scare me like that? I question him as I hold tightly onto the man.

- I'm sorry, he whispers. His hold is so comforting, so soft. I thought he would pull away from me, having enough. But instead, he rests his head in my neck. His perfume smells so nice. The two of us stay like this for a moment, enjoying this type of freedom. But everything has sadly an end. I pull away from Jake and look up at him. The both of us stay quiet, still enjoying the moment a little longer. Jake wipes my tears away, his touch being so soft.

- Ugh, you have blue eyes...! I exclaim in awe, making him smile. And a beautiful smile. Such a waste to hide that from the world, I add sincerely with a point of flirting.

- Maybe, but if I didn't hide from the world, it wouldn't just be for you, he replies with his adorable smile. I stare at him, enjoying the view and the moment. I hope this won't be the last one... I hope it won't be the only time I see him. Suddenly, Jake passes his hand behind my neck as I step backwards and him forward. My back bumps against my car. My arms are around his back, keeping him close. My heart is racing so bad despite feeling like time has suddenly stopped. The boy takes a bit of time but he eventually leans in, slowly. I do the same and close my eyes when I feel his lips connecting with mines. God, they're so soft! The kiss... Is so passionate, so deep. I answer his kiss, moving one of my hands to place it behind his neck to put some more pressure. I didn't think he would have made the first move.. I didn't see him as this kind of confident guy. But I like it. Eventually, after a moment, the both of us pulled away to catch our breath. I was about to pull him against me, but he did it first, hiding his face in my neck again. I love you, MC. Maybe you'll find this ridiculous but... You make me feel safe and loved, he whispers softly. I rub his back to comfort him. I don't want to let him go. He is so close to me. I dreamed of that moment for months.

- It's not ridiculous at all. You make me feel the same way, I whisper back as I feel him pull me even closer to him. He places a kiss on my neck before pulling away from me. It's crazy but, despite the actual situation and the FBI or the Police Department potentially coming out from the woods, I feel like a bubble of happiness just got created around us. It's like it is keeping us away from everything. Like we are in our own little world. how's that possible? What's that feeling... Love? Softly, he grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. I'm selfish, aren't I? I add with a sorry tone, still whispering.

- No. I was dying to see you too, he rapidly answered, comforting me in the idea of being selfish and potentially putting him in danger. I crack a smile and nod positively.

- Where are you going to go now? I ask him as I lose my smile. I squeezed his hand, scared of his answer. He can go anywhere once again. He is "free" in a way. He can disappear... Jake puts some time to answer, seeming to think.

- Where are you going? He asks me with a soft smile. Oh..!

- I don't know. Anywhere. Everywhere, I reply, making him chuckle. Honestly, I really don't know where to go. to my house and live my boring life like before? After all of this? No... You have to go, don't you? I ask him with a disappointed tone, unable to bring myself to smile at him. Jake looks up, thinking as he leans on the car, still holding my hand.

- Before they come and find me, yeah... But I don't have to leave alone this time. Maybe we could leave together. To go anywhere, everywhere, he tells me as he softly rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. Anywhere and everywhere... That's what I said. I smile, still surprised by his answer. I didn't think he would propose such an idea. That's... Everything I wished actually. As long as I'm not visible to the FBI and my pursuers, we can go anywhere you'd like, MC, he tells me with a smile. Anywhere... That sounds like a wild adventure, but also like heaven to my ears.

I smile at Jake before stepping forward and crashing my lips onto his. The boy answers to my move, giving me back the same love I am giving.

An adventure is waiting for the both of us. It doesn't matter where we go, it's there. Now that we met, that we survived this crazy adventure with Thomas, Jessy, Phil,.., We need to go forward. We need to move one. And it's just starting. Jake and I have grown feelings over the months, after all of those messages. There's so much that we have live together, to experience, so much that we can share. Yes, it will have to be secretive and we'll have to be extra careful. But it is worth a try. He knows what he is doing. And I'm ready to follow him wherever he goes. It might sound crazy. But I just... I love him with everything in me, I can't just let him go.

Not wasting time, the two of us get inside my car and I start driving where he indicated me. We had to go get his stuff before leaving. I still don't know where we're going, but I'm pretty sure once we reach our destination, I'll have to leave my car there. I'll actually have to leave everything I had and knew behind me. My life is changing completely. It scares me. The unknown scares me. But I'm doing it with Jake. I should be fine. I trust him. Maybe it's actually what's best to do. Starting a new life, full of love and adventures, living incredible moments for the both of us to share. Love is a mysterious feeling and unexplainable, but when you know you are with the right person, nothing feels impossible. It's you two against the world, and that's what we're going to do. We'll fight together, hide together, live those adventures together, and most importantly, love each other. We'll see what the future holds for us..

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[julesthoughts]

Before The Lies

Chapter 8

A/N: "Before the Lies" is the prequel to "Trap of Lies" started by @babeczka415. You can find the other chapters here.

Each chapter is written by these amazing writers: @babeczka415, @paigenoelchas-blog, @duskwoodgirl4life, @raemae17

⚠️Warning: prostitution, murder, drugs and alcohol ⚠️

She walked the foggy streets with a heart as heavy as lead. She was alone and her instincts were all screaming to turn around and call off the mission. Everything in her resisted this operation, but she ignored it. She kept walking in the direction of her destination, the lair of a disgusting man who only spreaded injustice. A wind blew through the wet trees and the rain broke from the leaves and fell down on Janice, causing goose bumps on her skin. She may be the best of the White Nights, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t terrified , at the end of the day she was only human. That fear in her threatened to break out, but she squashed it like a beetle under her shoe. She kept walking, with a false confidence in her stride that she didn’t feel, when a fox chasing a mouse ran across the path bringing her stumbling to a halt.  

She sighed and spoke to herself, "Even nature tries to stop me."

Just as her instincts were winning her internal battle, a shot rang out from far away. The fox from earlier ran timorously back into his hiding place and whimpered softly. Janice turned to face the shot and saw a thousand birds flee the area from the trees. All the birds fled from the horrific event. She shook herself and started walking again. Again and again she was stopped, whether it was by a wild animal living out its nightlife or whether it was a branch that fell to the ground. 

Mother nature didn't want her to go there.

"I have to do this! Please understand that!" she whispered into the wind. She didn't know who she was speaking to, whether it was nature, the universe, or her own mind. She only knew one thing, she was alone. She felt almost lost, knowing she might not  come back to her beloved son, Jake. She turned around one last time to take a look at her hometown. 

Duskwood.

There was nowhere to hide, as the city lights burned.

That's why the villains' hideouts were never found in the city. It would be far too easy to find them there. 

Another shot rang out, and by reflex she reached into the slit on the right side of her skirt and felt her gun under her garter. If Arthur found out that she stole his gun for this mission, no, he wouldn't find out. In fact, she knew she probably wouldn't need a gun at all, but that wasn't why she stole it. 

She wanted something of him with her.

From Arthur.

So she wouldn't feel completely lost and alone. 

She listened to the rush of water from the river beside her to steady her mind. The owls sang their songs and she listened to them with a smile as she walked on with firm steps. After she finally got rid of all negative feelings she went on.

What was she willing to lose?

She covered her wounds from the past, but underneath them a million voices in her head screamed, "Stop, now!" but she didn't listen. She tore herself from her peaceful life for this mission. She left all the thoughts for her loved ones at home so she could focus on the mission alone. 

She came closer and closer to the unfamiliar building. With a pounding heart, she entered her enemy's territory and climbed over the fence that surrounded  a cozy brown shack. Before attempting to enter the cabin, she snuck  a look around the property. 

At the entrance hung a wall lamp, in which a candle was close guttering out. The walls were very dark wood and ivy snaked up one of the square windows. In the reflection of a window she saw a flame blazing from a nearly burned out candle. To the right of the building were several carriages with horses. 

This was no ordinary bar. 

This was a whorehouse.

In the backyard, she heard two men arguing loudly.

"Why did you shoot her twice?"

"She was pregnant by me! You know what happens to married men who sleep with a prostitute!"

"Maybe you should have just held back, you miserable bastard! And how could you be so sure that she's pregnant by you, huh?"

"She was new here and I was her first guest."

"You are disgusting! Cheating on your loyal wife who would die for you. You should be punished with death!"

The man drew a pistol and pointed it at the married man. Janice decided to move from the scene. She had to concentrate. Just as she was about to enter the bar, a shot sounded, goosebumps spread over her skin. The poor woman had to die because of this disgusting man's horniness. She shook her head, said an inward prayer for the poor woman, and finally entered the bar.

Arriving at the bar, she heard the moaning of different women from different little rooms. No one seemed to mind, which was no wonder given how drunk all the men here were. She saw a man paying a prostitute, before they disappeared into a back room. 

It wasn't long before she was approached by a man. He offered her money and wanted to satisfy himself on her. He held out money to her and, not waiting, started kissing her neck. When she took the money from him, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a side room. He smelled of drugs, alcohol, and his eyes were slightly red. He was an easy target and she would pound him with questions.

As he locked the door behind him with the key, he turned to Janice, pushed her onto the bed behind her and climbed on top of her. He kissed her all over and ran his hand up her skirt, but faltered when he felt her garter and the gun on it.

"You are not a whore," he stated, looking at her with wide eyes.

"You guessed it, and now I want answers," she ordered while he was still lounging on her body. He didn't move, forcing her to bang her head against his. While both moaned in pain, she didn't let it stop her for long and kicked his crotch hard. He pulled away from her and jumped up, clutching his hand to his crotch, hissing in pain. She stood up, taking advantage of his vulnerability and flipped his body over with his back to the bed and kicked him in the stomach, dropping him onto the bed. She immediately mounted him and squeezed his hands under her knees while he pressed his lip tightly up in pain. She smiled softly at him and he swallowed hard, realizing his situation.

"First question, what kind of wine did you drink?"

"Wha- Why are you asking me such a weird question?"

"Answer me," she commanded. 

"Red wine!" He blurted out.

"There you go, very simple. Next question, what drugs did you take?"

"I didn't do drugs!"

She laughed mockingly. "Oh my dear, you can smell from miles away that you've been on drugs. So, I'm listening!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"None of your business. Answer me."

"I can't believe I'm asking this, but will you sleep with me in exchange for answers?" He asked.

She smiled softly at him. "But of course." She kissed him as a promise, he hummed deeply.

"Fine." He sighed. "It was the drug Madak. Happy now?"

"Not quite yet. Who are the drugs from?"

"By God's blood, I can't answer this!"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't know!"

She eyed him critically and noticed that he was only telling half the truth. She put her right hand around his neck, squeezing and getting closer to his face, so close that she could feel his disgusting breath. She heard him swallow hard and knew he was scared.

"You better tell me what you know."

"What if I don't?" He asked with a smug look on his face.

She squeezed his neck so tight that he couldn't breathe at all. His eyes flickered, but just before he could pass out, she let go. 

"Again?" she asked.

He shook his head in panic while coughing and gasping for air miserably. After an eternity, he was breathing normally again, but still coughing occasionally. 

"Answer my question right now."

"I bought it from a strange man near the wharf. I really don't know more!"

"Good." She smiled. "Any last words?"

"What is with our deal? I will give you answers in exchange for sex with you!" 

"I don't remember signing anything. I feel sorry for your wife." She glanced at his hand, which was wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger. "But if she hears that your body was found in a whorehouse, she won't care."

"I am so sorry Cecilia," he sobbed. 

"Too late, darling." She choked him with both hands and put a pillow on his face.  She finally felt him collapse lifeless under her. She climbed down from him and searched him for money, taking it.  He wouldn’t be needing it any more. 

She heard voices from outside the door. Apparently the owner of the bar found this room too quiet. Janice ran to the window, opened it in no time and climbed out. When her shoes sounded on the wood of the terrace, she immediately ran to the other side of the yard where the horses and carriages were standing. She freed one of the horses from its carriage, climbed into the saddle and rode into the night, letting the darkness swallow her.

Panic broke out in the bar because Janice had murdered a corrupt businessman without knowing it. There was no trace of Janice. The last thing the bar owner heard was the horse's hooves on the gravel.

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Janice rode through meadows, fields, gravel roads to finally arrive at her destination. The Wharfs. She got off the horse and miraculously the horse stayed for her. Janice was just good with animals and apparently she had already found a new friend.  She gave the horse an apple from a nearby apple tree, stroked its muzzle, and said goodbye. 

As she ran down the slope to the docks, she already heard several voices. She crept behind a large wooden trestle, crouching on the damp ground as she listened.

"Is this seriously everything you got for me?" A deep male voice asked heatedly. 

"I'm sorry, but you're not the only one buying from me."

"You can not be serious."

"I am serious,” he said in a calm but menacing tone.

"Next time you'll give me double!" He almost yelled.

A large fist came crashing down on the box behind which Janice was hiding. She flinched, but quickly gathered herself and regulated her breathing again. She couldn't allow herself to lose control now. She took a quiet deep breath and closed her eyes for a second to steady her pulse. Seconds later she heard the deep voice that seemed to belong to the boss again.

"Do you have any of  the latest drug, at least?"

"Yes, the drug to make someone unconscious."

"Very good. That will help me with some problems," the boss almost cheered.

Suddenly there was an awkward silence. So awkward it was almost dangerous. She heard the seller slip away and quietly ride his horse away. After the horse's hooves had stopped in the distance, only the splashing of water could be heard. Normally she would love and enjoy that sound, but right now there was no time to relax. A man came running down the slope with a hand signal that shocked the boss. 

When Janice tilted her head back, she saw the boss's chin. He stood directly in front of the box and looked towards the slope. She pressed even more against the heavy box and made herself as small as possible, not moving an inch. She even stopped breathing. Her situation worsened when the man finally told the boss what was going on.

"We found a carriage horse up the hill, but without a carriage. The pairs of lines were cut. We're assuming someone stole the horse to get here."

"This is not good. Keep your eyes open!" He kicked the box, making Janice flinch again. 

Just as he was about to look down, something distracted his attention and he walked away from the box. She exhaled in relief and snuck deeper into enemy territory to eavesdrop. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest, so loud she feared everyone would hear. 

"Angus what the hell are you doing here?" The boss asked.

Angus…

Jake's father…

What was he doing here?

Those were the thoughts that flew through her head. She felt the tears pool in her eyes and silently ran down her cheeks. He had lied to her. Angus lied to her. She thought he had always been honest with her, but she seemed to have been wrong. Everything she had suppressed on her way here overflowed like a full keg and big tears fell on the floor. Even though the two were no longer together, it hurt to know that he lied to her without batting an eyelid. 

No matter how hard she fought against it, her heart ached. She loved someone new now, but their love was forbidden. She didn't love Angus anymore, but it still hurt her. 

She let her emotions control her and made a fatal mistake.

"Angus…" She whispered loud enough for everyone to hear it.

The man in question snapped his head at her, eyes wide and a flash of concern. He still loved her, his eyes gave him away. Angus' heart was beating fast and burning tears pooled in his eyes, but he blinked them away. Unfortunately, the boss noticed that his eyes were directed elsewhere. 

The boss turned and caught her eye. He saw her and she saw him. Angus was like a copy of him. The jet black hair, those piercing blue eyes and that damn sharp jaw. 

Without a doubt this man was Angus' father.

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[agorejessstone]

Remembering Duskwood Part Three

EPISODE 1 - 10 SPOILERS

My eyelids fluttered open. Beneath my legs, an unfamiliar warmth radiated. As I adjusted to my surroundings, I remembered I’d passed out, but from what? Was it the lack of food or was I simply overwhelmed? Was it because I hadn’t had any sleep in forever? Who’s to say it wasn’t a combination of all those things, but more importantly who’s legs are those?

I squint, trying to get a gauge on my surroundings, hoping I wasn’t in another precarious situation. Who could have come into my home? The doors were locked. No one knocked. I don’t have friends, and my family lives out of state. They’d never visit without warning, let alone bust into my house unannounced like that.

Careful not to disturb the person trapped beneath me, I propped up on my elbows. Black combat boots, ripped-up jeans; dirt and water stains all over them. My eyes traveled upward; black hoodie, hands shoved into the pocket, chin resting against their chest. A man presumably but I couldn’t see his face. His hood was pulled up over his hair which peaked out from the corners in a matted, tangled, black mess, caked with mud, rust, and debris.

Mud, rust, debris; could it be? Carefully, I reached out hoping to remove the hood from his face without waking him. Just as I was about to grab the edge, a hand shot out of his pocket and snatched my wrist, gripping it tightly.

Just as quickly, his hand fell away.

“I’m…” his voice shook as he turned to face me.

His eyes, those brilliant multi-colored eyes, trembled. Tears gathered, threatening to break free at a moment’s notice. His breathing, no longer even, accelerated as his eyes moved over me. I was overwhelmingly aware I hadn’t showered in days. My house was a mess and so was I.

“Jake?” my voice trembled.

“Yes.” He said quietly.

“I…” I bit my lip, willing myself to remain focused, just for a moment.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I couldn’t.” His eyes narrowed as they searched mine.

“I know.” I choked.

“You wouldn’t have replied anyway, would you?”

I shook my head, “I’d always reply.”

Jake’s gaze slipped away, taking in our surroundings.

“Please tell me you’ve at least eaten something?”

I chewed my lip, refusing to answer.

“I need to know that you’re taking care of yourself.”

I shook my head, “Jake, I…” eyes welling up with tears I pulled my legs from his lap, against my chest. “I haven’t been able to sleep or eat. Everything makes me sick.”

I buried my face in my knees. I sobbed; thankful he was alive but embarrassed that I’d allowed myself to fall apart in his absence. I felt the couch shift as he moved, his hand hovering above my head before he sighed, pulling me into his arms. Pressing my face into his chest, I drained myself of all bottled emotions.

He kissed the top of my head as he whispered, “What happened out there, it won’t ever feel okay, but I’m here now. Just like I said I would be. It’s not Duskwood, but…”

“I was so scared I’d lost you, Jake. I was terrified that you went into that place because you wanted to protect me…”

He gently shushed me, running his hands over my hair, “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Was that you? I was watching the footage, and it looked like Hannah recognized someone coming out of the mines.”

He said quietly, “She almost gave me away, but thankfully, Alan covered for me.”

I sniffled as I pulled away to look him in the eyes, “Alan did that?”

“He said it was a thank you gift for the both of us for helping him clear up his reputation, whatever that means.”

I chuckled, “I’m glad he turned out to be such a nice guy.”

“I still don’t like cops, but Alan’s not so bad.” He pulled his hood away from his face.

I’d forgotten this was the first time I’d seen his face, heard his voice, felt his touch. I felt so connected to him, everything came naturally. His hair was longer than I’d expected, but now he’d been on the run for so long it didn’t surprise me. I pushed a strand away from his eyes, admiring the way they crinkled at the edges when he smiled. His smile was bright, despite everything, and had the most adorable dimples I’d ever seen.

“I…” I let my hand fall away from his face, “probably smell absolutely terrible.” I laughed.

“You could never smell terrible.” He cradled me against his chest, burying his face in my hair, “In fact, you smell amazing.”

“You’re feral if you think I smell good right now. I desperately need a shower.”

“I’m not any better. I went back into hiding. After I noticed you weren’t answering any of the calls or messages from the group, I panicked. I may have hacked your cellphone camera just to check in on you.” His cheeks and ears turned a cute shade of pink.

“We should probably shower. Do you want to go first while I clean up this mess?” I gestured around to the piles of garbage I’d been living in.

“Why don’t you go shower. I’ll clean this up.”

“We’re both exhausted, and It’s my mess.”

“It’s our mess. We’re a team, remember?” He smiled.

I cupped his cheek, “Jake.”

“Can I kiss you?” He leaned in slowly letting my hand slip to the back of his neck.

I nod closing my eyes, willing myself to forget about everything. The mess. How gross I felt. How sad I was. I needed to feel something different. I’d waited for this moment for so long. Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying it.

 As his hands slipped through my hair, he pulled me against his lips. I felt myself relax completely. I melted into him, as if we were destined to be one, not just in this lifetime, but in all the lifetimes I’d experienced. Our souls are meant for each other, one and the same, a twin flame, only moments from being extinguished without the other. With every second, every movement, the blaze burned brighter still.

I felt his tongue against my lips, teasing, asking permission, which I graciously granted. His hands moved over me like they’d been starved of touch. All of which made sense. Four years had passed since Jake had connected with anyone, even his sisters. He’d become someone who enjoyed solitude, thrived on it, but not anymore. He’d surrendered himself to me, and I him. I couldn’t imagine anything more thrilling. I was captivated by his touch.

Panting, we pulled apart, eyes closed, holding each other, foreheads pressed together. I smiled to myself, wondering how I’d let myself fall so deeply in love with this stranger, without even knowing his face. He’d not disappointed me, but I had a feeling that no matter what he’d looked like, I couldn’t deny him. He was perfect in many ways. Smart, funny, creative, understanding, loyal, and he loved me.

“So, about that shower…” He chuckled.

I slapped his arm, moving to stand, “I know you’re not being a pervert right now.”

He shook his head, “No, but now that you’ve said it…”

“Damn. You’re right.” I winked at him.

“I don’t see the issue.” He smirked.

“I need to focus on getting myself together. I need a moment anyhow.”

“Very well. I’ll see you when you get out.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I backed my way down the hall, terrified that if I took my eyes off him, he’d disappear. I slipped into the bathroom, closed the door, and pressed my forehead against it. I touched my lips, wondering how someone can be so perfect. For the first time in weeks, I remembered why I’d been so invested in saving Hannah. It was, and always had been, because I didn’t want to disappoint Jake. Yet here I was, falling apart, and he’d seen everything.

Will I ever get used to dating a hacker?

CONTINUE TO PART FOUR

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[hackyou]

Artificially Intelligent One Shot v1.7.0

Explicit content ahead. You have been warned.

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He'd been tracking her online for weeks, watching her every move. He knew she was the one. She was the perfect target.

And then he met her in person. She was even more beautiful than he'd imagined, and she had a body that wouldn't quit.

He couldn't help himself. He had to have her. He followed her into the forest, his heart pounding in his chest.

When they were finally alone, he pounced on her, kissing her passionately. She responded eagerly, melting into him as their hands explored each other's bodies.

He pulled her down to the ground, and she wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her. She was so tight, and he was pounding her so hard, that it wasn't long before he was coming deep inside her.

But he wasn't done yet. He flipped her over, and she smiled up at him as he took her from behind. She was his now.

He had hacked her body, just like he'd hacked her computer.

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Above text has been generated in the OpenAI playground. Feel free to copy as you wish. I only provided it with a prompt.  

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『 Fanfictions』

♡  I need to read Duskwood fanfics, do you know any recommendations? ♡

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[miss-celestia13]

Watch the Bed Burn

JakexMC One Shot Smutty Fun

Words: 4.1k

Hi! It’s me again! The one trick smut pony. More smut. More outtakes you can read with no knowledge of my story. However, I have rewritten much of this. This was originally the “big” moment between them. But Manon had other ideas when I began writing the story in order. So I have this to share!

There is a little bit of scene-setting at the beginning, then we get to the fun stuff. I had to write more to make it work as a One Shot. I’m so glad I can use it somewhere! I hope you enjoy. This will be the last for a while, I have to finish the main story before I’m 40! ❤️

Manon

Her heart usually kept a steady rhythm. Danger, violence, and death, she could face all three without a second thought. But standing in that motel bathroom, steam-covered mirror blurring her overbright eyes until she swiped a hand over it, she felt her heart rattling against her ribs as it raced ahead of her tangled thoughts. Jake was on the other side of the paper-thin wall, in her bed, and she was very aware of how little she wore. Nought but a silk robe that skimmed her thighs cloaked her, and she realized she was nervous. Nervous to unlock the bathroom door and walk out to face him again.

It had taken a lot of convincing to bring him back here, and now that he was, she didn’t want to pretend she was his friend when she wanted so much more than that. She’d looked at him in the harsh light of her phone’s torch the night before and knew he would either be the best thing she’d ever tasted or a pretty poison, killing her slowly. She was enough of a masochist to know the pain would feel like heaven. There was something between them; the late-night chats they’d shared over the last few weeks had proven that, but in reality? She felt as if she were handling a livewire every time he came near, her body instinctively turning to his no matter where he was, and those eyes... those fucking eyes. All she wanted was to see them locked on her, changing from blue to black as lust took over.

The need ran under her skin like a current, filling her with restless energy she hadn’t experienced outside of a good fight, and it was thrilling. She knew he felt something too, saw it in his fisted hands whenever she invaded his personal space, the deep inhale he took as she brushed past him on the way to the shower. How his eyes seemed tuned to her already and tracked her every move until she was out of sight. Now they had to share a bed until the house was ready. They’d met only a day before, but time wasn’t on their side. She was determined to find out if their chemistry would fizzle out after or ignite a wildfire the likes of which Duskwood had never witnessed. No time like the present, Manon thought, drew a deep cleansing breath, steeled her spine, and strode for the door.

She almost jumped when she opened the door and found Jake standing there, hand raised to knock, and neither of them spoke as they took in the other. His eyes traveled over her diminutive form, from her braided hair to her bare feet. She realized too late that her damp skin had rendered the white robe covering her chest almost see-through as he cleared his throat and stared over the top of her head. Choking down a laugh, she broke the silence as he seemed determined to pretend he hadn’t seen anything.

“Is everything okay?” She asked innocently, forcing him to meet her gaze and smiling softly when he did.

He nodded, swallowing thickly before he said, “Yeah... I was going to check on you. You were in there a while.” He shrugged, lifting a hand to scratch at his neat beard.

“I see... Do you want to shower? There are more towels in there.” She said lightly to ease his nerves.

Jake only nodded, and she padded out of the doorway, laying a hand on his arm to ease past him as he still hadn’t moved. It felt like a static shock as their skin connected, and even he was wide-eyed as he blinked at her. She had nothing to say for once and was glad when he recovered and disappeared into the bathroom. Her breath whooshed from her as she went to the bed and plopped down. A recklessness she knew too well was settling within her. Her impulsive side wanted to snatch, tear and grab. Take what she wanted, and damn the consequences. The practical side wanted to wait and protect herself from possible hurt when the inevitable end came. She wasn’t made to be careful, though, and it was simple to ignore that whispering voice telling her to hold back.

She glanced around the room and noted his things neatly piled on the floor beside her chaotic mess of bags and clothes spilling from them. The shower turned off after five very long minutes, and she heard him curse, the sound shocking in the heavy silence of the room. Her heart was in her throat, blood roaring in her ears as the door unlocked, and he walked out wearing nothing but a towel slung low over his trim waist. Water droplets traversed the peaks and valleys of his broad, muscled chest, and her eyes were glued to it like it was the best show she’d ever seen. Gods help her. She was fucked. Hopefully in the way she liked, she would find out soon enough as he caught her staring and arched a thick brow.

“Did you forget to take a change of clothes in?” She teased despite the flush creeping up her neck and face.

He gave her a no-nonsense look that made her want to laugh.

“I can turn around. I won’t look... unless you want me to,” She smirked, noticing a small dark smudge on his forehead that he’d missed while he’d washed.

She was on her feet, moving toward him before her brain caught up, and she couldn’t remember deciding to move. He went still at her approach and didn’t flinch as she reached up to wipe the mark away, he hardly seemed to breathe, and it made her brave. Pushing up on her toes, she whispered, “There. You missed a spot.” Neither of them moved, staring at each other as time spun out like a reel of thread, and the heat pouring off him was enough to scald her as he leaned closer, eyes locked on her mouth. She wanted to kiss him and see how he’d react, but she’d bossed him around enough and refused to force him into something he didn’t want.

Everything in her screamed to touch him, but she slowly lowered her hand and made to turn away, knowing if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to resist testing his restraint. Regret hovered at the edges of her mind before she’d made a complete turn. She was already disparaging herself for daring to think this awkward, reclusive man would match the fantasy she had of him. Her heart stalled and picked up a marching beat as a large firm hand wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her to a stop, twisting her back to face him.

“And if I wanted you to look?” He rasped, his voice sounding rusty from lack of use or lust. She didn’t know for sure but felt it slip over her skin like dark magic, goosebumps scattering over her body in the wake of it.

Shaking off her surprise at his directness, she said, “I can’t promise I won’t do more than look...” She murmured, feeling drunk as his eyes darkened and a spark caught in their midnight depths, matching the one in her gaze.

The hand on her arm flexed, tugging her against him, and she wanted to melt into him.

“I don’t see the problem.” He said, and she could have punched the air but refrained. He needn’t know she was insane just yet.

Every sound was magnified as they waited for the other out. The quiet rumble of the next room’s TV and the slow drip from the bathroom tap crashed like cymbals through her ears. Every nerve was alight and primed for him, nipples hardening to stiff peaks as desire kindled low in her abdomen. She could’ve spent forever in that moment with him. She gave a slow blink, a challenge in her eyes as she stared up at him. Fortunately for her, his flaw of sensing emotions did not translate to the language of bodies, teeth, and tongues.

He crushed her against him, capturing her lips in his before she could brace herself. A tide of feeling and lust swamped her until she was drowning, but she’d never felt more alive as he breached her mouth and his tongue swept inside. A deep shuddering groan rippled through him as they tasted the other and liked what they found. It was a messy, clumsy thing that soon turned into a possession of her mouth so sweet and stirring she moaned as she threw her arms around his neck and rose up to get in closer, nipping at his bottom lip to make him tighten his grip on her and sighing into his mouth when he did.

Kissing was just the prelude to what she really wanted. Usually, she’d hurry it along, but this wasn’t just a necessary preliminary. No, this was something new, something she feared she’d become addicted to, like those besotted with alcohol or some other vice. Her fingers curled into his damp hair and pulled, smiling into the kiss when he grabbed handfuls of her ass, and she wriggled against the hard length of him trapped between their bodies. She was growing slick with every brush of his tongue and bruising press of his lips, wanting more, needing everything he could give her. The flick of his tongue in her mouth and the scratch of his beard on her blushing face was beyond everything she had dreamed up in her wandering mind all those times they’d danced around their growing attraction. He was backing them up to the bed, and she had no hesitations as she let him lower her onto the mattress and silently urged her to shimmy up so he could crawl over her.

They were panting, eyes hazed with smoke as desire took over. She nodded as he reached for the tie on her robe and clumsily undid the knot, letting it fall open and revealing all of her for his perusal. She searched for the usual insecurities whenever she found herself in this position and found none she wanted him to see. If the scars littering her body bothered him, he didn’t show it, and it only made her want him more. Her hands itched to touch him, and she gave in as he lowered his head to steal her breath before mouthing his way down her jaw and neck. Mapping the skin of his shoulders as he took tiny mouthfuls of her skin, sharp teeth making her jolt. She couldn’t believe her luck.

Hooking a leg around his hip, she arched and flattened her hands on his shoulders, pushing and surging up to roll them so she was on top. He’d lost the towel at some point. He gripped her hips as she moved in a slow slide of her slick folds against the rigid cock beneath her, chasing friction as his smothered desperate noises made the wetness between her legs turn to a flood. Somehow she found the strength to break free of his mouth and settled back on her haunches. Manon eyed him, her palms flat on his bare chest as she straddled him, his pretty eyes watched the sway of her breasts intently, and she wondered how long it had been since he’d had someone in his bed. Curiosity won out, and she had to ask, bending to tug at his earlobe with her teeth, drawing a hiss from him.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a woman touch you like this?”

 

She trailed her hand down the side of his face, his neck, wrapping it loosely around his throat as she nipped at his lips, her tongue darting inside to play with his when he allowed her inside, getting lost in the feel of him before pulling back to hear his answer. She gently scraped her nails down his chest, enjoying the play of muscles jumping under taught skin.

“A while.” His voice was husky and threaded with a familiar yearning, making her smile, satisfied.

“Good. I don’t like to share, Jake.”

He smirked, eyes hooded and focused solely on her, watching her revel in being in control, but it wasn’t to last. He flipped them, so quickly she squealed in surprise, purring when he settled on top of her, his hips cradled in hers, giving her the promise of friction. Her skin felt too tight, like she would burst if he didn’t touch her, anticipation making her tremble. He braced his arms at either side of her head, nuzzling his nose along her jaw to turn her head to the side and biting down on the fragile skin over her hammering pulse, her hips bucking in reaction and sending a lick of nerves down her torso. He chuckled darkly against the skin of her neck, soothing the hurt with a sweep of his tongue, and she moaned too loudly, idly wondering if the entire motel would know his name by tomorrow. When he looked into her eyes, she wanted to die, the hunger in them so consuming she feared she’d be nothing but ashes in the wind by the end of the night.

“Tell me, Manon, how long has it been since a man has heard you scream his name?”

Her dirty mind skipped into the near future to hands, teeth, and fingerprint bruises on her skin, a whine of impatience leaving her at the compelling visual. Jake noted it immediately and smiled so wickedly she whimpered, the need to taste it rode her hard. She tried to lean up to do just that, but he pulled back, watching her face as he took her wrists in hand, the delicate bones bending and twisting as he raised her hands above her head and pinned them. Her breathing was harsh now, her chest heaving as the fire in her core cascaded through her body, sweat already beading on her skin. He watched her every reaction, memorizing them, and she struggled against his hold to make him hold her down with strength.

“It’s never happened, Jake. If you try your best, you might be the first... if you can make me forget my own.” She answered him finally, challenged him, sounding braver than she felt. His answering smile was a promise.

“How should I start?”

She rocked her hips against him, a whine slipping from her when he refused to give her what she wanted to stop the fiery ache between her thighs, satisfied to feel he was hard as steel, and they both groaned. Still, he didn’t move to touch her, just watched her as she rubbed herself in a slow slide along the length of him, the tease maddening and not enough to ease her.

“Just touch me, Jake, please, just - there, oh god.”

She tossed her head back as his free hand slid between them, and he felt just how much she wanted him, cursing blackly under his breath at the mess he found her in.

“Fuck Manon,” he growled, the sound adding to the mess his fingers had dipped into, “is this all for me?”

She could only nod in reply as two long fingers slid inside her, easing the ache a little so she could think past it, her hips rocking as he crooked his fingers and her mouth opened on a warbling moan. More, more, more, the word echoed in her mind as his thumb grazed her clit, once, twice. Only giving her enough to make her growl in frustration as her inner walls fluttered around his fingers, his words and lust-blackened eyes sufficient to have her clinging to the edges of sanity as she lost herself completely. Her hands twisted in his grip, struggling to grab hold of anything to keep her tethered to the bed. Jerking her hips to take the invasion, sobbing as a warning pulse flared under his touch. He just watched her react. Another finger added, stretching her, the tinge of pain sending her wild. She was so close, hips riding his hand, and the crazed sounds coming from her only made him work harder. 

He drew out her torment for an age, it seemed to her, and she was near to begging when finally, his thumb circled her clit, the fingers in her cunt pushing farther in. His whispered words were the trigger, “Come for me,” and she shattered, incapable of speech as she thrashed under him. His hand never ceased as he wrung her pleasure out of her, her mouth still open in a silent scream, eyes heavy-lidded as she watched him sit up, withdrawing his hand from her and letting go of her wrists. Her hands tingled as she tried to reel herself back in, but he wasn’t finished.

“I didn’t hear my name, Manon. We’ll have to try something else.”

Manon could only blink, desperate for more but terrified too. If he could make her feel like this with just his fingers, how could she ever face letting him go? She pushed it aside and refused to acknowledge it or ruin their time together with tomorrows problems. Instead, she grinned at him, her freed hands fisting the sheets, brow quirking as she loosed a shaky breath.

“I guess so. You better get to work then.”

“I want to taste this,” his hand cupped her sex, and she whimpered, the thought of his mouth on her cunt so hot she felt she’d combust.

Fucking hell, he was going to kill her, and she’d thank him for it. He looked through her as though waiting for her to back out and end this now. She would do everything but.

“Quit playing, Jake. Fuck me.” She demanded, unwilling to wait anymore, and his black chuckle told her she was in for it.

 

“On your back,” He ordered. Manon shivered at the dominance in his tone, her body going loose as she did as told, pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to dull the burning emptiness in her core. He arched a brow, “Spread them wide for me... Good girl.” he said as she followed his instruction, and she preened. Something inside her perked up at the unexpected praise and wanted more of it as he eyed her glistening cunt and licked his lips. Her breath came in short gasps as he knelt between her parted thighs, unyielding fingers pinning them to the bed. Heat shimmered through her as his mouth... God, that mouth settled over her clit, and he sucked it into his mouth. She was so sensitive after her orgasm that he barely had to work on her. Alternating between soft taps of his tongue and long, languid licks that had her crying out.

Frustration nipped at the frayed strands holding her together at the sight of his dark head between her legs. He was entirely in control while she was vocal and utterly at his mercy. As his tongue pushed inside her, she clutched at his hair, unsure if she wanted to drag him nearer in or shove him away as her inner walls clenched and sweat trickled down her face. He sensed she couldn’t take much more and rose up on his knees, swiping his hand over his mouth soaked with her essence. A thrumming under her skin made her quiver as he wrapped his hand around his rigid cock and stroked himself, the weight of his gaze on her breathless face almost too much to bear. She reached out to touch him, wanting to replace his hand and put him in the state she was in, but he batted it away, his eyes all smokey darkness that pulled her down as he stared into her. Her essence flowed down her thighs as he let go of his cock and grabbed hold of her legs, arranging them as far apart as he could get them; her feet curled into the mattress so her hips were tilted slightly, her hands fisting the sheets to stop herself from snatching hold of him.

Once happy, he checked in with her, making her heart soar, “Are you sure?”

 

“Positive.” She managed, and he muttered, “Thank fuck.” making her laugh, but soon it wasn’t funny anymore.

He was between her legs and gripping her hips before she could blink, the fat head of his cock teasing her entrance before he dragged her twitching body onto his cock, gliding into her depths effortlessly until he was buried so deep inside her she whined in distress. Her legs lifted and closed around his flanks, his stomach flat against hers in a deliberate grind that made them fit perfectly. He bit and licked at her lips in an attempt to calm her and gain entry. She opened as he made slight movements to let her acclimate to him. Each slight drag of his cock against her oversensitive flesh was devastating to her then. She was very close to combusting as she clawed at his back and babbled incoherently, digging her nails into his lovely ass to urge him deeper.

Gritting her teeth as he denied her, she moved her legs back until her heels dug into the small of his back and changed the pressure, centering him within her to hit that spot high up inside her that she knew would send her into ecstasy. Jake took the hint; her left leg was drawn up and straightened against his shoulder, and his gentle thrusts were replaced by brutal, punishing snaps of his hips. The muscles under her hands bunched and relaxed as he filled her, twisting her into a position that ripped the air from her lungs as pleasure seized her like a trap and raced through her bloodstream, feeling it in her fists, feet, and eyelids as she slammed them shut.

There was pain now, a sting of tender flesh as he drove into her. Still, it was the type of pain that had her keening and scrabbling for purchase as she clung to his back, deliberately tensing around his thick length to pull a ragged moan from him. Then it started, the low drawl of stirring, carnal words that she had never imagined could come from him as he pleaded with her to fall first as he wouldn’t last much longer. Every plunge of his hips caught her clit. They were so closely tangled. Circular movements flush against her split folds made her open her eyes with a choking wail, his mouth cutting off the noise she was making.

It started with a prickling of her skin creeping up her body, over her breasts and face, inner walls tightening around his cock, and she came hard. Her muscles were tied in knots as he freed her mouth, and she gave a savage cry of his name, a curse, and a prayer that made his eyes turn black as coal. He fucked her through it; the solid girth of him and the torturous waves of her orgasm gripped them both, stealing her wits and ability to form coherent sentences. She was relieved when he gave a guttural cry and stopped holding it back, slamming into her one last time and holding her down as she thrashed until he was spent. The pulse of her release and the blood hissing through her veins in a dizzying rush deafened her to his jagged whisper of her name.

Utter delirium held her captive, the tiny spasms as aftershocks jumped under her skin making her feel crazed and like she was dreaming as he fell over her at long last and silenced her soft whine with a kiss so lush and insistent she happily gave him the last of her breath. She was only dimly aware of him gathering the strength to slide free of her and arrange them in a more comfortable position, too lost in how quiet her mind was to worry about any awkwardness. They were sweaty and sticky, both in need of another shower. Still, her legs were boneless, and her body was too heavy to pull herself away from his comforting warmth as he dragged her across his chest and wrapped an arm around her.

She was in that half-aware state between sleep and waking when he finally spoke, “I win.”

It took a moment, her brain sluggish and slow on the draw, but she laughed low and rough, throat raw as she replied, “I think we both won.”

“Call it a draw? We can settle it tomorrow if you like.” He murmured, and she heard the delicate but reluctant hope in his voice as she closed her eyes and hummed.

“Tomorrow, Jake.”

#fanfic #spicy content #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fandom #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood game #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood smut #smut #duskwood oc #duskwood oneshot #everbyte game #everbyte studios #duskwood hacker #smut and fluff #spicyromance #fanfiction #smutty #miss celestia13 #oneshot #romance #wrote this instead of sleeping #iamjake #duskwood family #jake x mc

[yjano]

Duskwood FF Masterlist.

Who I am now? - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20. - finished.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

18+ rating. Contains a lot of swearing, bad trauma episodes, contains 18+ content, claustrophobia content, angst scenes, etc...

Never The Same. - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18. - finished.

Genre: Angst, dark.

18+ rating. Contains a lot of swearing, smut, violence, bad trauma episodes, etc...

All of me. - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26. - finished.

Genre: Angst, fluff, dark romance.

16+ rating. Contains a lot of mature topics, bipolar personalities, violence, swearing, etc...

One-shots.

Wild night.

Genre: Dark romance, JakexMc

The mission.

Genre: JakexMc, romance, angst.

Drawings.

1 2 3 4

#duskwood fanfiction

[hackerqueen]

masterlist

JakexMC

Dark Paradise / Jake's life 3 years after Hannah was found.

World where we don't collide / MC's therapy after 5 years since Hannah was found

Without you / Richy's funeral and how MC is coping after the mine fire.

Memories / After receiving an invitation to Hannah and Thomas' wedding, MC tries to get back to her life, but the demons of her past catch up with her faster than she could have expected.

Another Love: this fanfiction will tackle heavy topics such as mental health and violence. there will be sex scenes.

Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

L.E.S. (smut)

I wanna be yours (smut)

Shameless (smut)

Fourth of July

Favorite crime MWAF!JakexMC

Together

Silence

In the stars

Nobody but us

Lost without you

🔵 - angst, sad

🟠 - fluff

🔴 - mature

Other Duskwood characters:

Partners in crime (HannahxMC)

#duskwood jake #duskwood everbyte #duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc

[anarchist-sloth]

I haven't been drawing in ages sksk but I thought it was worth a shot

#duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jakexmc #duskwood jake #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanart

[wouldduskwood]

Descendants of Despair Part 86

I gritted my teeth as Lilly spoke, my hands balled into tight fists. "Hold please," she murmured, as her eyes widened in shock. "It's Jake," she whispered as she changed the phone to speaker phone.

I realised my mistake the moment it occurred.

"Lilly," his voice hit me like a tonne of bricks. My resolve lay in tatters around my feet as I listened to his haunting words.

"Lilly...I have been arrested. They are opening an investigation into my hacker related offenses. I'm not sure how long I will be in here. I need you to do something for me..." His voice was quiet yet somehow forceful, leaving no room for arguments. I could feel tears springing to my eyes but I forced them back and swallowed sharply. I wouldn't allow myself to cry.

Lilly nodded in shock, then seemed to remember that he couldn't actually see her. "Yes...yes Jake...anything..." she was finally able to whisper.

"I need you to...to let MC know and...I need you and Dan to look out for her, more so now than before. They might still target her... if they think she knows too much." Jake paused for a moment, then resumed speaking, his voice tortured.

"I have to go...I'm sorry. Lilly, I'm sorry. Tell her, tell her I'm sorry I broke my promise." Then the line went dead. Taking a shallow breath through my nose, I gritted my teeth harder and forced myself to focus on getting out. I couldn't be here any longer. The room felt suffocating and had begun to close in around me.

"MC..." Lilly was speaking, her voice sounded as though it was coming from a distance. I doubled down on my attempt to focus, drawing blood as my nails clenched against my skin. "MC, I'm sorry." Her words wormed through to my consciousness and I realised I had an out. An escape from under their clutches. At least for a while.

"I have to go," I cringed, grabbing my backpack and throwing myself out of my seat and through the door before they could react.

I ran.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfic #duskwood jakexmc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x player #jakexmc #duskwood jakexplayer #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake

[duskwood-lovers]

Broken without you

⚠️ Warning:- Suicide, death ⚠️

My mother always used to tell me that we always get cheated by our loved ones. And I've always wondered why our loved ones would cheat if they love us. Look at me today, even after doing so much, everyone left me alone. But I have no doubt, after all I was a stranger to those people.

In the end everyone got everything but I was left with nothing. I do not understand how selfish someone can be, I cannot believe it.

I was here crying over his death and they were there celebrating for her comeback. I was about to end my life here and they start a new one over there.

I stuck with them till the end but They all left me when I needed them. He was always right no one can be trusted.

Here I am dying every second without him. And there they are laughing and enjoying their life.

And here I am standing in front of them And they are tied on the chair. Crying, begging for their life.

Cleo:- let us go mc. What we have done to you? Why are doing this to us? I thought we were friends?

"Friends" I laugh, they are looking scared. And I love each and every second.

Mc:- You are right Cleo we were friends but now we are not friends anymore.

As I make a beautiful cut on her throat as she was choking her own blood and boom she is dead . Thomas, hannah, Lilly and Jessy is crying. And Dan being Dan swearing to kill me. But don't care I have left nothing I lost my most precious thing my love.

Mc:- tell me whose turn it is now. WAIT WAIT WAIT I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU ALL.

I say with excitement as I place the cake in front of them and light the candle.

Mc:- You know today is not my birthday. And it's not even your birthday then whose birthday is it? actually today it's not anyone's birthday. SURPRISE today is Jake's death anniversary. It's been 2 years.

Some are looking at the other as if they have no idea what I am say. This makes me sad and angry at the same time but I controlled it. I cut the cake and grab a big piece of cake.

Mc:- so who will eat the biggest piece of cake obviously Hannah will eat because she is the reason I met him. Right hannah?

I took the cake near her mouth, but everything in me start getting irritated as she didn't open her mouth. So I forcefully grab her jaws and shoved in her mouth.

They all yelling at me but I ignored them as grab another piece of cake and I make my way towards our Man without face.

Mc:- hi Richy, This piece of cake for you because of you he went far away from me.

But he eat the cark politely. Suddenly Hannah start coughing blood and shaking. Everyone yelling her name and then look at Richy because he also start coughing blood. And within 5 minutes they both die and I started laughing loudly.

Dan:- what the fuck! mc what you have done to them?

I look all of them innocently and said

Mc:- don't be dramatic dan. it was just a cake but I add some amount of cyanide in it. That's all.

Dan:- you are crazy Mc I can't believe we trusted you.

Mc:-aww Dan your words hurts me but nobody cares cause at the end of the day you all are going to die just like jake.

Jessy, Lilly, Dan and Thomas are begging for their life and telling me to leave them but I am not going to do that they are all gonna die very painfully just like jake.

Mc:- Look, it's a simple thing, I lost my love, you will also lost yours, I lost everything, you also lost everything, simple, don't you understand that.

Suddenly I started crying. Everyone was surprised to see me but I don't care I miss him so much everyday I want him to come back but he never come. All his belongings are still at my house, I used to think that maybe he would come to collect his belongings but he never come.

Mc:- I just want a peaceful life with him, a happy family but all our dreams were scattered.

Jessy :- Mc Listen to me, we don't know if that body belongs to jake.

Mc:- I know it is his body because when I asked the police they showed me this pendant and said that this pendant was found around his neck and it was the same pendant I gave him.

Suddenly everyone started apologizing to me and told me that they had no idea that I was going through all these things.

I didn't say anything I get up grab the gasoline can and I dropped every drop on the ground, everyone is asking me what I am doing, but I am not saying anything, and then I took out my lighter and looking at him, saying goodbye to them, he lit the lighter And set the whole house on fire.

For some time their voices started echoing in the house, only the sound of fire and thier screem was there and the rest was completely peaceful, I went to my car, sat in it and drive towards the cemetery.

I came out of my car and quickly towards the cemetery, then I saw a grave there, Jake Donfort. I sat in front of it and started smiling

MC:- Hi jake, how are you? I know it's a silky question. Do you know I miss you so much. Oh you also miss me. Look today I have take our revenge. Please say something. please come back to me. Ohhh you are saying you can't come to me so i come to you. Ok love you wish is my command.

I took out my gun and put it on my head and start smiling.

Mc:- I hope in our next life we will meet again but please don't do anything stupid like hacking the government server and become wanted again. Maybe in our next like no one can separate us. I love you jake.

By saying this I shot myself and the last thing what I had heard was a bang sound and everything went black.

And that was the ending of my life.

#duskwood jake #jakexmc #duskwood #duskwoodgang #mc #duskwood gang #death #ending #revenge

[straykidsworldwild]

* Duskwood Episode 10 SPOILERS *

I finished playing episode 10... 😭 The ending was definitely not what I expected and I feel like there was some subjects that were forgotten... (Or maybe I forgot they mentioned it🤔)

Like :

- How did MWAF (not saying the name to not spoil too much for those who haven't finished the game 😉) got my phone number?

- Why picking up a "random stranger" to solve the mystery?

- Who was Hannah Donfort to us? Did we know her in the end?

- What happened to Phil? Was he released or not? (I think he was XD but it would have been nice to see or hear from him in this episode at least once.)

- Did Jake got out of the mine? How? And where did he go after that? (I think he got out XD Jake can't be captured by the FBI or his persuers or even die so easily. I refused to believe that XD And he probably went back to his hiding spot, "waiting" for us...🤔)

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I have to admit I am a bit disappointed with the last chapter because, even though it's an open ending, I thought it would end differently. I thought it would have been darker...

It's just my opinion, but I personally didn't like much who they've chosen to be the MWAF. I feel like it kind of broke the vibes we've been having since the beginning of the adventure.

It was good but not so good to me... I would have loved for an epilogue with us having an interrogation with Alan Bloomgate and then meeting Jake somewhere outside of town. Still in Duskwood, but outside of town. Even if we don't see his face. Like, it could have ended on Jake standing next to the river Jessy showed us with her phone when she wanted us to "visit" Duskwood. We could just see his back and then we could have called him. Jake would have slowly turned around, letting us only see his baby blue eyes (lol, yes, I like to think Jake has blue eyes, black hair, and is quite tall 🙈🤭) as he could be wearing a black mask with the nym-os eye on it in the corner.

We also could have seen just MC or Jake/MC meeting with all of the others, having a few drinks (even though it's probably, maybe even certainly not Jake's type 🤣) before Jake takes MC with him away from Duskwood.

#multifandom #duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood jake #duskwood jessy #iamjake #duskwood phil #phil duskwood #phil hawkins #duskwood dan #everbyte studios #duskwood hacker #jakexmc #jake duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood thoughts #duskwood thomas #duskwood darkness #duskwood hannah #duskwood lilly #duskwood richy #duskwoodmc #duskwood mwaf #mwaf #manwithoutaface #duskwood episode 10 #duskwood ep10

[julesthoughts]

Before The Lies

Chapter 2

A/N: "Before the Lies" is the prequel to "Trap of Lies" started by @babeczka415. You can find the other chapters here.

Each chapter is written by these amazing writers: @babeczka415, @paigenoelchas-blog, @duskwoodgirl4life, @raemae17

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"Come on, Jake. Let's go home while Maebelle rests."

Jake turned to Mae again to make sure she was okay. She gave him a weary nod, but he saw an honest smile. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, pushing him towards the exit. He let his mother guide him, and together, they left the house. Despite the incident, he was in a very good mood.

"You're in a very good mood today," remarked Janice, Jake's mother.

"Of course! I got to spend the day with Mae," he said cheerfully.

He saw her just giggle and obviously happy for him even though she was so tired. Janice took her son's hand and together they walked through town to buy food for the evening. As they walked past the flower stand, Jake couldn't help but say, "Look mama! These are the flowers Mae always stops at. Can't we get her that for her birthday?"

She smiled and squeezed his hand lovingly, "Of course, sweetheart." She only said this to calm him down. She knew that Mae was far too young to take care of such flowers as they required a lot of attention.

Jake just enjoyed the walk home with his mother. She has always preferred to walk than take a carriage. She was a nature person, she loved the fresh air and enjoyed the beauty of nature. You could also see that she loved nature. She had a different charisma about her. It couldn't be described, you had to have seen it for yourself to understand it. It was as if mother nature had given birth to her.

Jake thought back to Mae and how they played together. He was always happy after every meeting with her. He couldn't help but grin. He admired her for never letting a challenge stop her. And even if the challenge failed, she didn't take it to heart and tried again. The best example was that weeping willow. She climbed up that tree so many times and she had fallen down so many times. But that didn't stop her from doing it over and over again because she enjoyed it. He was snapped out of his train of thought when his mama stopped. They had arrived at the bakery.

She bought some bread and the baker looked at him with a big grin, "I see the bread from before was tasty."

Jake nodded vigorously, hoping to get some more, but unfortunately there was no more bread to be given away. He accepted his fate and they continued on their way. When they got home, Janice brought the bread into the kitchen and came back to Jake in the entryway.

"What do you think if we go for a little walk?"

"But mama, you look so tired. Don't you want to get some rest?"

"Seven years old and worried about his elderly mother, but you're probably right,” she shook her head in disbelief.

"In my eyes you are not old. But what can I do in the meantime?"

"You can continue reading your book if you want. You find it fascinating."

Jake's eyes sparkled with happiness and his mother went to her bedroom to get some rest. He grabbed the book that was lying on a side table and sat down on a chair in the kitchen to continue reading it. He looked at the cover of the book, "Paradise Lost by John Milton," he read out loud. He knew the title by heart now, but he loved this book.

He was only seven and could read better than other children his age, but he still struggled. Most books were all written in Latin but not this one. He was stuck on a sentence and tried to read it again and again. He gave up the sentence and moved on to the next one, he would ask his mama later.

“What matter where, if I be still the same,

And what I should be, all but less then he”

He sighed and continued.

“Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least

We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built

Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:

Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce

To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:”

As he looked at the clock, he realized that it had taken him three hours just for those few sentences. It was already getting dark, and he decided to wake up his mama. He quietly opened the door to her bedroom, and she was in bed, but she wasn't sleeping. She was just resting.

"Mama? It's getting dark already, do you want to eat?"

"Oh sure, how could I have forgotten supper. Give me five minutes."

Smiling and with a growling stomach, he walked back into the kitchen. He saw the bread on the kitchen counter and had trouble resisting the temptation to bite into it. His eyes were huge, and he admired the fresh, delicious bread. It still smelled freshly baked. He looked for a knife in the kitchen and found it. But before he could use it, someone took the knife from his hand.

"Let me do this, you'll only hurt yourself,” his mama said.

She cut two slices for each of them, and she poured herself a glass of wine and Jake got a glass of water. His mouth was watering as she cut the bread, he couldn't wait. When the first slice was cut, his hand scurried onto the counter, and he stuffed the entire slice into his mouth. Janice laughed out loud and looked lovingly at her son, who at the moment looked like a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts.

He hummed in delight and happily hopped around the kitchen. After he finally managed to chew the bread and swallow it down, they both sat at the table and ate their supper peacefully. After they ate, his mother noticed that his book was still open.

"Are you having trouble reading something? Your book is still open."

"Yes, I wanted to ask you if you could read me the two sentences. I skipped them for now."

He showed her the lines he couldn't read, and she read them aloud to him.

“The mind is its own place, and in it self

Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.”

Something was weird hearing those words out of her mouth. She was always a happy person, and such dark lines just didn't suit her. As she closed the book and put it aside, she smiled proudly at him.

"I'm proud of you, you're already so much ahead of other kids your age,” she said proudly. "I think it's time you went to bed."

Jake shook his head but caught himself yawning. He gave up and his mother put him to bed.

She gave him a motherly kiss on the forehead and stroked his jet-black hair. "Do you want to see how Maebelle is tomorrow?"

He just nodded, grinning, as he fell asleep.

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