#duskwood lilly

[miss-celestia13]

The Ending You Deserve

Jake x MC - Duskwood One Shot

I wanted to practice angst and creating suspense. This happened. It has a touch of humor, a hint of fluff, and other things! Sassy MC. No smut for a change. It feels weird 🤭

Can Jake run from death and make it to MC?

Or will his demons win the race?

MC isn't named or described as it was more for the emotions. It's all from Jake’s POV.

Pain. 

Aching. Cold. Hot. Burning, burning, burning. It rolled through him in waves.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t see.

Dread wove through his internal organs and strangled him from the inside like an invasive vine had taken root in the core of himself.

Smoke and ash choked his airways as he stumbled and tripped through the mine.

His heart rattled savagely against his ribs.

It felt like a creature in its death throes, trying to break out of his chest.

His foot collided with a jagged, jutting rock and he went down like a house of cards. Crumpled and folded as he rolled and rolled.

Hissing as tiny sharp stones cut into his face and hands.

Ash ridden sweat trickled down his face and stung the many small slices leaking blood as he lay on his back panting and cursing himself as the ominous orange glow of raging flame inched along the underground tunnel.

The air grew thinner and thinner.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker. 

The gasoline fueled fire was a monster bearing down on him and he scrambled to his trembling feet. Taking off at a staggering jog, one hand braced on the rough, dirty wall.

A pinprick of light opened up far ahead and a jolt of adrenaline surged through his bloodstream. He hurried, panting and terrified, breathing too shallowly as the rising heat nipped at his neck.

He knew he had a choice to make.

It was death by fire or FBI.

Neither option appealed to him, but as he looked back and saw the swirling, furious flames licking nearer and nearer. He knew he had to decide.

It wasn’t fair.

He wasn’t innocent or free from any wrongdoing. But he didn’t deserve to die like an animal, run over and left bleeding out and twitching on the side of the road until he grew cold and stiff. 

No one would miss him.

No one would look for him.

He was all alone. It was a surety. He was always, always alone.

That’s not true though, is it, Jake?

It hasn’t been for a while now.

The voice in his head made his breath catch, and his heart pounded painfully in his throat.

It felt as though someone had reached inside his chest, broken through his flesh, muscle and grasped his bones to pry them apart, an invisible fist that gripped his pulsing heart and shoved it in his mouth. Forcing him to swallow it.

It beat there like a Wardrum. Marching him to his death. 

It throbbed and choked and filled his mouth with copper. He couldn’t stand it. The pain was corrosive as it ate through his nerves and left them exposed to the heat and acrid taint of smoke.

She is waiting for you. Don’t let her down.

You PROMISED.

A soul deep sigh huffed through his nose as his feet sped up, pebbles and broken glass crunched under his boots as he raced toward the gradually growing dot of light.

The roaring fire and echo of his escape bounced off the stone and haunted him as he ran for his life.

Four years of running.

Four years of searching and shame and seclusion. Running had been his gift. His lifeline. 

Yet he felt wholly unprepared for this last sprint.

He was tiring.

Steps shortening faster than his scalding breath as black smoke slithered overhead and wrapped its insidious tentacles around his body.

He would not make it.

He would not see her after all.

The thought felt like a poisoned blade sinking into his chest. He could feel the barbs of it twisting and cutting through sinew.

He would soon bleed out without a sound.

The fight left him as the intangible knife punctured his hope and foolish dream of having a love he didn’t deserve.

They’d been writing their own story, filling the pages with dreams and fragile, flourishing love.

He felt like coming here was akin to him tearing out those pages and ripping them up.

It broke him so completely he almost stopped and let the flames embrace him.

He could already smell the sickly sweet and pungent scent of his blistering flesh. Like tanning leather over a flame.

He was going to burn.

It would hurt more than he already did.

It would roast through his flesh, flay it from his bones and incinerate muscle and blood to dust.

He could already feel it.

Creeping closer, singing the hair on his nape, and filling his nose with the cloying scent of dangerous smoke.

No one would know it was him.

Nothing would remain for her except blackened bones and the memory that he had gone to the mine instead of her.

She would blame herself for this.

It would destroy her.

And it was all his doing.

No.

Never.

He wouldn’t be a cause of her pain anymore than he already had.

A burst of fresh speed and determination glittered through him as the fire drew so near he could feel the flames whispering in his ear.

Too slow, Jake. It’s too late.

You can’t run away from this.

Your luck has faded.

He forced it aside and sobbed through his clenched teeth as the dot of light swelled and came toward him.

His legs were heavy. Growing weightier with every leap over fallen support beams and shattered rock.

His rabbit heart raced faster and faster. It deafened him to the groaning, popping wood as the fire devoured it.

Tears streaked through the soot and blood on his face. Leaving pale tracks through the grime and coating his chapped lips with brine.

His vision blurred as his emotions broke free of the locked and coded vault he’d stuffed in the back of his hive mind to come here.

He attempted to shove them back in.

It didn’t work.

They spilled out and utterly overwhelmed him.

He’d spent years locking them down. Beating them into submission, so they listened to him and not him to them. The steel and stone fortress he erected around himself had already crumbled for her and there was nowhere left to hide.

He’d given her everything he had, and it wouldn’t be enough.

You always knew you weren’t enough. Let’s not think too highly of ourselves.

She deserves better than this.

Better than you.

That is a truth you will never escape.

His heart fractured as his mind fought against him and his flagging spirit frayed further.

She deserved better than this.

He was failing her. Had failed her since he let her in.

He’d always known he’d cause her future hurt.

He just hadn’t expected it would come so soon. That he wouldn’t get to watch from afar as she healed from his vanishing.

They had always lived on borrowed time.

And now, the fire was so close sweat slid like rivers down his back and legs, eating away at his nerves as they flared wildly under his soaking skin.

Jake knew it was futile. The ball of light in his vision seemed to run away from him as his eyes blurred and cleared repeatedly. His hands curled into two tight fists and he fought the urge to punch the wall in fury.

He bit down on the inside of his cheek instead. Biting down hard until the skin gave and blood welled over the tattered edge, glazing his tongue with the buttery, metallic taste of it.

It acted like a stimulant.

His eyes focused and his heart pounded fiercely as he ran and ran and ran.

Feet pounded stone as fire blazed through the mine. He had to outrun it.

He would outrun in it.

There was no other option as his blood pressure skyrocketed and his breath became harsh, shallow.

The fire sucked away the air before it could go in as he tried to gulp it down.

There was no oxygen.

His insides kept writhing and twisting.

They knotted up and up so tightly he swore felt something tear. Something that made him cry out as the air was crushed from him.

He could see shadows in his periphery. Specks of darkness and sparks of light as his lungs ached and screamed for oxygen. For rest.

Resting meant dying.

Dying meant failing her.

Failing her was never an option before.

It couldn’t be one now.

He put his head down and ran.

He jumped over another wooden beam as the light ahead broadened and he landed atop aged wooden boards.

He only had time to scream as they broke under his weight and their age.

Jake fell. And fell and fell.

He screwed his eyes shut before he hit the ground.

The impact was so brutal, he almost wished it had killed him.

He hit the ground with a resounding whack.

His head cracked off the stone. Pain, blinding and bleeding, radiated through his skull and brain, frying his rationality completely and leaving room for fear to consume him wholly.

Warmth seeped across his scalp and his hand came away, stained in crimson when he reached to feel the damage. 

Head wounds bled worse than they were and the gash didn’t feel too bad once the stinging pain subsided a little. He internally surveyed the rest of himself. Finding nothing broken despite his ribs feeling as though a giant had stomped him flat.

Dirt and blood coated his teeth as he wheezed and coughed. Choking and spluttering as he tried to get a handle on himself.

He’d bitten through his lip, and it bled like a bitch.

Something was stabbing into his shoulder. 

As he stared up at the hole he fell through, a sensation like a thousand razor blades slicing down his skin moved down his spine, coiling in his lower back. It swirled there, a ball of cutting, primal fright that soon bled through the rest of him.

A rickety ladder leading up and out offered a small ray of hope.

He clung to it and calculated how long it would take to climb in his current condition. 

Fire scoured over the opening and left no place for him to escape.

His hope died with a breathless whimper.

He barely even heard it as agony rippled through his bones and he rolled onto his knees, panting.

“Fuck!” He spat. The word was more like a vicious curse as it rebounded off the mine walls and into his ears.

Mocking him as he squinted into the darkness and tried to figure out what to do next.

The fire would keep the police and FBI away from the mine until it burnt out. They wouldn’t rush in until it was safe enough. He knew that.

He could use that.

Jake kneeled on the filthy ground and schemed.

The temperature rose and rose as he shuffled through his thoughts.

He neatly ordered and arranged everything, thinking of his brain like a filing cabinet.

He could slide one drawer open and find a treasure trove of data and memories.

Some would get stuck as he tugged at them. Rusty and dusty, hardly ever opened for fear it would cut off his ability to feel nothing.

He pulled at one that had eroded so much he had to kick it and smash it to smithereens to pull the files out.

It was like opening Pandora’s box and expecting sunshine to pour forth. 

A veritable flood of emotion, memory, and agony spilled free of the mental drawer and absolutely annihilated his hold on himself.

He’d forgotten what it was like to feel everything so fully.

Everything of the last few years had felt like he was competing against time itself. And time was humanity’s greatest enemy. There was never enough of it and it actively fought back when you tried to beat it.

It was a losing game and in order to keep playing, he’d become a ghost.

He muted everything that made him human in order to survive.

Calculated.

Clinical.

Cold.

Jake was all of that.

Now, he felt everything.

He wanted to survive. He wanted to live.

Lingering as a phantom on the periphery of reality no longer appealed to him. He wanted to feel and touch and be. He wanted everything life had to give.

The bitter and the sweet. The hurt and the relief. All of it.

Jake just wanted.

And when Jake wanted something, he got it.

He pushed up on his hands. Curling his fingers into the gravelly dirt and ignoring the bark of pain as his nails cracked and split.

His blood mingled with the muck, and he clambered to his feet.

Everything ached and bled and felt so heavy he could barely put one foot in front of the other as he carefully headed down the tunnel he’d dropped into.

His throat was raw. Torn to shreds from smoke and screaming. His hands quaked and his mouth was so dry his tongue curdled in his mouth as he smacked his lips together and tried to create some lubrication.

It was useless. He needed water.

He needed to rest soon, or he would pass out in sheer fright and exhaustion.

It’s too late, Jake.

Give up.

Only fools persist in fighting when the odds are stacked.

Jake’s head throbbed as he thrashed it, as if to dispel the sinister crooning, and muttered, “The odds are always stacked. It’s how you play the system.”

The voice went quiet again, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he tripped over rock and wood, hands scrabbling at the walls to ensure he wouldn’t get himself lost.

He risked taking his phone out of his pocket, scowling at the shattered screen as message after message came through.

MC: Jake. You can’t just tell a woman you love her and then ignore her!

Answer me.

Please.

Just give me a sign. A smoke signal. Send a damn carrier pigeon if you have to! They’re saying there’s no way in or out. But I know better. You’ll find a way. 

Keep going. Please don’t give up. You’re not alone in this. I won’t allow it.

If you die, I will hunt you down, drag you back and kill you again. You must live, Jake. Not for me, not for Hannah or Lilly, but for you. You will make it back to me.

He swiped them away. Deleting them. They made his heart shiver and fracture more. The rubious fissures would leave silver scars behind. He groaned as another came through and he immediately memorized the coordinates she gave him. Deleting the message once he had. He put all his remaining energy and will into planning his escape.

His mind wheeled with memories from before.  Prior to being forced into hiding, he had experienced a life of color and fluctuating joy. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was his. The day he had to leave it all behind, he’d severed all strands of his old life and assumed the identity of many and none. 

He’d learned a lot about humanity and its cruelty in that time. He knew how it worked.

Life was a battle against human cruelty. It always was and always would be. Wisdom, strategy, and hope were the only factors that could hope to gain over cruelty.

And his hope lived on. 

Hope, he understood it lived with her now. He’d given her it and she had offered him her own. He would not waste it.

He flicked through his brain and memories, shelving what didn’t matter and keeping what did. Everything that made him ache, he kept. Everything that made him feel safe, he lost.

If safety meant being alone, lost in a mine until he either burned or starved to death, he didn’t want it.

He reached into the mental vault containing their chats. 

Their conversation about her coming here was the most potent file he had, and it would fuel him to make it out.

She had complimented his research on the mine and he’d told her about some entrances/exits.

He informed her of the ones he thought were most likely to get him caught. It was a manipulative decision, so she wouldn’t get the stupid idea of following him.

He kept one exit loaded like a bullet in the back of his mind.

It was risky.

It was idiotic. 

Still, Jake took off running for it. 

The tunnel was narrowing as he traveled along it. He had to duck before long.

His heart still frothed behind his sternum. Relentless and out of time, with his sawing breath as the walls closed in on him.

He had to crouch now. His head scuffed off the rugged ceiling and he bit back a shout as the pain merged with that of the wound still leaking blood on the back of his skull.

He felt drained. His body became so weighty, he was grateful when the tightening passage forced him to his hands and knees.

Jake crawled and crawled. Palms scraped and searing as sweat irritated all his grazes. His eyes prickled with fresh tears as a draught of fresh air snaked into his nose.

Dread rose to swallow him, but he kept going. He didn’t know what awaited him on the other side, but it was better than dying alone, never to be mourned or found.

The fear of being arrested was so strong it almost halted him as he squeezed through the ever shrinking tunnel and felt like he was caught in a vice.

If he got stuck—No, he couldn’t think it.

He had to turn his fear into a weapon. Run from this place and reclaim his name. The sweat on his brow, the blood running through his veins; it was that of a survivor.

This was just another glitch.

He told himself that over and over as he army crawled through the crushing mine.

He was blind.

The darkness entrenched him.

It would entomb him if he allowed it.

His coat snagged on the rough wall and dragged him back. He shook his sore body as much as the tight space would allow and panted through his clenched teeth.

It kept sticking. He had stretched his hands ahead of him.

There was no room or way for him to tug the fabric free.

His heart stopped dead in his chest.

Helplessness stole his flagging fight, and he slumped into the dirt, hiding his filthy face in it.

Abruptly, Jake started sobbing like a child. Great, gasping cries tore from him and his entire body shuddered with it. So violent and soul destroying he couldn’t temper it.

No matter what he did, it went against him. He’d never worked with such horrendous odds. His brain was a mess of emotion and regret.

He wished he’d written everything he felt and hoped for them down and mailed the letter to her before he entered the mine, but he’d been cocky then. Too confident in his ability to escape any trap or cage.

Jake gave up and accepted his fate.

If he died, if that was his due, there was no stopping it. He’d been living off begged and borrowed and stolen time for years.

It had finally caught up to him.

He was so lost in defeat. Consumed by it. His throat contracted, and he felt like he might be sick.

He hoped he choked on it.

Make it quick.

“I don’t want to die,” He whispered without meaning to and his mouth kept moving, the words kept falling from his bloodstained lips, “Not like this, anything but this.”

His heart shriveled and went cold as he struggled and tried to shuffle forward. He couldn’t breathe properly. All his weight was on his front. His ribs felt bruised and cracked, every tiny inhale felt like a sledgehammer blow.

It is over, Jake. Feel that? The cold creeping in? Soon, it’s all you’ll know. This darkness? It’s all there is. All there ever will be. It’s what you –

“-- I don’t deserve this.” Jake growled with a certainty he’d never known.

Adrenaline coursed through him, lighting up his veins and filling him with new trembling energy as if someone had injected him with a drug.

He rocked and shook his body until his bones jolted and his skin felt too tight. He forced what little breath he had out through gritted teeth and felt the tendons in his neck straining as he dug his fingers into the dirt and put all his strength into pulling himself free.

The sound of fabric ripping caused his heart to start beating again.

He gave a laugh like shattering glass.

Unhinged and desperate as the momentum of his coat coming free shoved him forward a few feet.

From there, it wasn’t easy. He felt like a clumsy serpent as he slithered through the mine.

He kept laughing. His heart kept pounding.

The voice in his head was silent as his hands connected with something that fell away as he shoved at it.

Glorious, clean night air hit his sweaty face, and he gulped it down as he pulled himself out of the horrible tunnel.

It seemed to cling to him. Like invisible hands tugged on his ankles to keep him trapped. He refused to allow it.

Damp earth, long green grass, and dried leaves crunched under his hands as he lay on his back on the forest floor and stared at the starry sky.

He considered the spectacle of stars as the greatest gift he could have received. He analyzed it, finding the North star and thinking of the co-ordinates MC had given him. He quickly checked them on his phone before he threw it away, and was relieved when he discovered it wasn’t too far to make it there on foot.

If he headed in a North- Easterly direction, he could make it there at sunrise.

He didn’t bother looking toward Duskwood, didn’t need to know how close his pursuers might be or he’d lose his nerve.

He shakily got to his feet and started walking.

Time meant nothing to him as he traipsed through forest and open fields. He stayed away from the roads he knew were always busy.

In his current condition, some good samaritan would call for help thinking they were aiding him when in fact they’d be signing his death.

He was so tired. It clung to him like a shroud of smothering fog he would never break out of.

He kept moving. 

Through shadow and moonlight, he kept walking and ignored the pain in his body as best he could. 

There was no end to his exhaustion as pink tinged sunlight shimmered through the pines.

The sun was rising.

How strange, he thought, that his world could burn down around him and yet the sun still rose.

He eyed it and felt strange, like it was an abstract painting absolutely out of place in this world of cruelty, death, and flame.

No matter how deeply or irrevocably the world burned. No matter how thick the shadows grew and the amount the freezing darkness consumed, the sun would always rise.

It filled the world with light, warmth, and color and precious hope.

He felt the soft warmth kiss his hurting face, and it energized him as he broke out of the cover of trees and came to a halt in a motel parking lot.

Jake frowned, glancing around in suspicion and doubt as he failed to understand. Why would she send him here? He hadn’t stayed here. It was too out of the way.

And just how did she know of it?

He stood straight and fear thickened in his throat as his attention snagged on a window. The curtains had moved. He was sure of it.

He moved as though to sink back amongst the trees, but the creak of a door opening made his head snap toward it.

A small, slender hand poked through the gap in the door, beckoning him. He was moving toward it before he could give his feet the command.

His heart picked up speed again. His pulse and distress ratcheting up and infusing him with tension like someone was turning a screw too tightly.

He was only a few steps away from the door now. His skin felt too sensitive and everything hurt in some way. His throat felt like he’d been eating sandpaper and gravel.

The shake in his hands intensified, flight or fight. His nervous system couldn’t decide.

As he hesitated, a female voice trailed through the open door and it was like a salve on his exposed nerves. He had heard that voice, he could recognize it anywhere.

His heart raced for an entirely different reason as he listened to it.

“It’s safe. Come in and I’ll explain.”

Jake didn’t care about her explanation as the adrenaline left him so suddenly he drooped and nearly dropped to his knees.

He tripped through the door instead.

She didn’t give him time to rake his gaze over her the way he wanted to. She gripped him and forcefully dragged him into an embrace, causing him to groan in pain as it aggravated his many minor injuries.

She instantly pulled back, grimacing and apologetic.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think. Here, I have supplies. I figured one of us would get shot or stabbed or maimed. It felt important to be prepared. Thankfully, the worst injury I’ve had is paper cuts. You don’t look like you’ve been so lucky. Are you bleeding anywhere? What do I do first? Are you burnt? You smell like someone roasted you over a spit! Are yo-”

Jake chuckled roughly at her babbling. Touched and amused by her care and thoughtfulness.

It was the first genuine laugh he’d had in years, and it turned into a cackle before long. It just slipped out of him and sounded more like crying by the end.

His gritty eyes closed as emotion swallowed him and he welcomed the darkness they offered.

It was familiar.

It was safe.

He woke hours later very confused and so stiff it felt like he was breaking his bones to sit up. His grunt of pain escaped his teeth as a lilting voice cut through the static in his mind.

“Oh, good. I was worrying. That’s nothing new, but you look like someone just dug you out of your grave. I cleaned and patched you up as best I could without stripping you. I thought I’d let you buy me dinner before we got to that stage!”

Her tone was light and filled with humor, but there was an edge of despair and anxiety in it that told him she’d fussed over him the entire time he slept.

His sluggish heart resided in his empty stomach as she approached him slowly like she thought he was an injured animal and she was afraid to spook him.

“Where are we? Why are you here? You promised to stay away.” He managed as he accepted the glass of water she offered him.

His fingers left dirty streaks on the glass as the dirt mingled with the condensation. The water was cold and crystal clear and he gulped it down to clear the sour taste out of his mouth.

She huffed at his words and waited for him to sink the water before she responded, “Typical. I come and help you and you scold me. Well, shove it.  If it weren’t for me and Alan, you would be dead or rotting in a cell. And I did stay away! I didn't go to the mine, did I?” 

His gaze flew to her indignant face, lovely and open despite the fury razing hell in her narrowed eyes.

He felt shocked that he could speak because his tongue felt so thick in his mouth. “My apologies. I’m still—I’m sorry... Alan? I thought he would be more interested in helping them catch me?”

She smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she sat down beside him.

“That was until I ripped him a new one. The fire helped most, but Alan is currently playing down your involvement to give us time. He’ll make contact with us once we find a safe place to stay.”

He opened his mouth to demand she go back home, and he’d message once he was safe, but she flung up a hand to silence him.

“None of that. I’ll explain better once we know the scope of the fallout in Duskwood. But I am coming with you. No, if ands or buts about it, Jake. I make my decisions, not you. The last time someone tried to decide for me, I bit them. Don’t make me bite you too. Are you in?”

Her eyes were hard and unwavering, not a sliver of doubt to be found.

Everything inside him protested against dragging her into his mess, but he was tired.

He was tired of being alone.

He was so tired of losing everything.

Four years of fatigue and depression sank through him like a millstone and he hung his head in defeat. He was in no condition to run alone, anyway.

And he didn't want to. It was selfish. It was daft. But he didn't care.

He hadn't expected to survive this long. Plus, she had been his reason to make it out. He sighed and let his shoulders curl inward. Having someone else to protect would keep him sharp and ready for anything. She must've sensed his resolve weakening. 

She reached out and threaded her clean fingers through his muddy ones, dark and light; he thought stupidly as his skin tingled at the contact.

It had been so long since he’d been touched gently. With obvious affection and because someone wanted to, not because they had to. 

He was used to bruises and hurt. This was — this was what he'd survived for. 

He’d forgotten what it felt like as he met her gaze and felt his stomach fluttering with something that felt like excitement.

It felt like hundreds of tiny birds had taken flight in his abdomen and a frisson of tentative anticipation filtered through him. 

Her eyes glittered and his mouth twitched with the want to smile as he gave his response.

“I’m in.”

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Thank you for reading. I hope it was worth your time despite this being done so many times before me. Oh, and if you leave a comment or reblog, thank you. It is appreciated ❤️

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[mindful-daze]

*Jake and MC flirting with each other yet again*

Lilly: And you two are sure you're not dating?

Jake: 100%.

MC: Of course not! Why would you think that?

Lilly: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, MC. I fucking wonder.

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[hacked-by-nymos]

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘈 𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯..."

#duskwood #duskwood aesthetic #duskwood gifs #hbjdwgifs #everbyte studio #everbyte duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood game #duskwood hacker #duskwood group #duskwood lilly #duskwood hannah #duskwood thomas #duskwood dan #duskwood richy #duskwood mwaf #duskwood man without a face #duskwood cleo #duskwood jessy #duskwood edit

[hacked-by-jake]

Therapist: So, tell me about your friends. What are they like?

MC: Well, you know..

MC: Who have we got here...

MC: Jessy, well, Jessy is very emotional. Not very rational. She likes to run into dangerous and unknown homes after using the satnav of someone else and also likes to check out the houses of murder suspects and almost gets killed by them. Luckily she run fast enough, haha.

MC: Thomas... Well, Thomas is a stupid puppy. Most of the time he forgets he's a brain. He's not really good in using it, tho. He's a true cry baby. He mostly is too dump to realise how serious situations are and that's why he just doesn't care about important instructions. Or, he cares but he's not smart enough to follow them. But he loved his girlfriend a lot, which is a good thing. Oh, and he also likes to visit houses of possible murderer. He once broke into Hannahs apartment where he met Cleo who also broke in there. And together they tried to break into Phil’s bar. But remember, door of steel. Very shameful fail.

Therapist:

Therapist: Okay, you told me the Cleo, what about her?

MC: Cleo. Well, Cleo likes break-ins. During the short time I met her, she broke in twice and tried another one but failed terribly. Together with Thomas, by the way. But there was a door made of steel and that was above her break in skills. She also likes to go for runs in the forest while there is a murder in there as well.

Therapist: *nervously chuckles and cleats her throat* Okay, what about... The name say.. Jack Daniels?

MC: Ohh, Dan. Dan is good at shooting with weapons, he can also see if weapons are real or fake pretty fast. And unlike Cleo, he prefers to break out instead of in. Hospitals are not his thing, you know? Oh, and he loves whiskey... and car drives at night... Together...

Therapist: Okay, let's switch. What about a girl called Lilly?

MC: Ah, Lilly. I used to hate her with everything I have, you know. She accused me of kidnapping and murderer. She really messed up. And she's talented in that. She's also good in video production.

Therapist: Thank God, something normal. What kind of videos does she do?

MC: Well, videos in which she incites people and spreads horrible rumors, as mentioned, I hated her once. That was because she made a video in which she accused me and her half brother of the things I also mentioned. Murder and kidnapping and shit. Oh, and she loves to call the police. If you ever need someone to call the police for you, she's the one you should ask.

Therapist: *sighs*

Therapist: And who is Phil?

MC: Argh, Phil is uninteresting. He’s an ordinary misogynist. Owns a bar. He got arrested once. And I suspect he might have killed the former bar owner. But nothing special.

MC: We also got Richy. Well, he's.. he's a very bad criminal, you know. Like, really bad. It's not his biggest strength. He was the one who actually kidnapped the girl, but he didn’t kill anyone. And he even changed his personality and became an old legend. He was shot once, no twice, but at the same time. Thanks to Richy, I know Dan’s good at shooting. And as teenagers he buried a dead body. That's why he became this old, ridiculous legend. And the body also takes us straight to Hannah.

MC: Hannah. Hannah is the kidnapped girl. Hannah is cute. She once fell in love with her half brother but she did not know he's her half brother so.. But she's to blame for the dead body. She borrowed a car from Richy one night even though she didn’t have a driver’s license. Well and then she unfortunately ran over a girl by car. As I said, no driver's license... Long story short: Richy and Hannah and another girl named Amy, who was also in the car, buried the body. Sometimes Hannah has problems with hallucinations, but it’s gotten better since Richy got caught. She thought she’d seen the man without a face. The old legend. But luckily, it was just Richy with a potato sack over his head.

Therapist: You mentioned the half brother of Hannah and Lilly several times now. Tell me about him.

MC: *giggling* Oh, he's my boyfriend. I love him with everything I have, you know. He's just as uninteresting as Phil. He hates Phil, he's very jealous, so please don't tell him I compared the two. But I can't really talk about him, you know. The FBI is watching me so I can't say much.

Therapist: FBI? Why that?

MC: Well, my boyfriend is a government-wanted hacker. And the FBI tries to catch him since several years. So, like I said, as uninteresting as Phil. But I’m relieved he’s a much better criminal than Richy.

Therapist: *about to scream*

+ bonus

Therapist: Can you wait here for a minute? I need to make a call I forgot, but it won’t take long.

MC: Sure, go ahead.

Therapist, in another room, calling: I urgently need a couple of ambulances and just as many white jackets!

#duskwood gang in a nutshell heh #help 🫣 #does that already count as fanfiction? xD #duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood hacker #duskwood jessy #duskwood cleo #duskwood thomas #duskwood phil #duskwood richy #duskwood dan #duskwood hannah #duskwood lilly #everbyte studio #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #everbyte duskwood #iamjake #everbyte game #incorrect duskwood quotes #duskwood fanfiction

[pennyl4n3]

I can clearly see Lilly rn

#duskwood #moonvale #duskwood x moonvale #everbyte game #everbyte studio #duskwood lilly #don't go inside a creepy house in the woods #waiting for moonvale #Instagram

[slytherinlizzy]

Duskwood Incorrect Quotes pt.12

Mc: *gently taps table*

Jake: *taps back*

Lilly: What are they doing?

Dan: Morse code.

Mc: *aggressively taps table*

Jake: *slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK–

#jake donfort #lilly donfort #dan anderson #mc #main character #duskwood jake #duskwood lilly #dan duskwood #duskwood #duskwood incorrect quotes #duskwood memes #morse code #memes

[lyon-amore]

I'm lucky Jake doesn't exist or I'd be embarrassed to say this 🙈❤️

I would love for Jake to say something in Moonvale in reference to this conversation knowing that he said he had read the chats, he doesn't fool me, he sure got excited (?

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood lilly #duskwood everbyte #duskwood game #everbyte studios #everbyte game #everbyte studio #duskwood fandom

[angie-01040]

And can you show it...?👀

#please #i need to imagine him based on them #not that i haven't imagined him already🤭😏 #just curious🥺 #for scientific purposes #👀👀👀 #everbyte duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #duskwood lilly #iamjake

[raccoonempire]

Siblings<3

#duskwood #duskwood fanart #duskwood jake #duskwood lilly #duskwood hannah #duskwood everbyte

[digital-corruption]

Hannah, Lilly, Cleo and Jessy are in Hannah’s kitchen putting the final touches on the dinner about to be served, while sneaking peeks at MC and Jake, who have been left alone in the living room.

Hannah: So we finally got them to meet in person for the first time.

Lilly: Yup.

Hannah: And they’re alone in the room together.

Cleo: Yup.

Hannah: And they're talking to each other on their phones!?

Jessy: Yeah, but they made eye contact, so that's progress, right?

#duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood hannah #duskwood lilly #duskwood cleo #duskwood jessy

[marsinduskwood]

Like introducing ur boyfriend to ur friend gc... wait thats literally it🤭

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #everbyte duskwood #duskwood jake #jake duskwood #everbyte studios #duskwood jessy #everbyte #jessy duskwood #cleo duskwood #duskwood cleo #lilly duskwood #duskwood lilly #jake x male mc #jake x mc #mc x jake #male mc

[hiramaris]

Dusk Fragments #1

Summary: A night of drinking, a group of friends, and two people returning to town. What could go wrong? Pairings: Jessy x Gender Neutral MC

Note: Had this on my mind for quite a while. This one-shot follows Dusk til Dawn. The timeline isn't clear here.

“I don’t think drinking and partying is such a good idea right now.” Cleo mused against her drink, the condensation on her glass forming tiny beads. She eyed the swirling liquid thoughtfully, her expression pensive. Despite her verbal disagreement, she downed her margarita in one go, barely wincing at the tangy taste.

Dan scoffed at that, knowing fully well where this conversation was going. “It’s been months. No one died. What better way to celebrate than being wasted?”

Lilly, seated next to Cleo, leaned forward, her gaze serious. “Hannah and Richy are still under court-ordered psychiatric evaluation and treatment,” Lilly emphasizes as if everyone has forgotten that fact. “Y/n and Jake are nowhere to be seen. So, I don't think these counts for a celebration.”

Jessy froze at the mention of your name, her hand pausing in mid-air as she played with her Mimosa.

For months, she had tried not to let your name linger in her mind for longer than necessary. It still hurts to think about you. Despite the fact that Agent Hartmann– Charlotte, Jessy corrected herself, already explained everything, it did nothing to quell the pain she was feeling.

Because why couldn’t you just tell them all those things yourself? Why couldn’t you just come back?

“But did they die?”

“Dan!” Cleo admonishes him.

“What?” He shrugged as he plucked a chilled martini glass from the shelf. “I’m just saying,” he continued as he went back to face them and to prepare Lilly’s drink. “Out of all the possible worst-case scenarios, we managed to get the best one. I’m not saying y’all need to trash out and get wasted, but I don’t think Y/n did all this for us to just sulk in our homes forever. We deserve this after all the hell each of us went through.”

“That’s true,” Phil popped out beside him, placing another Mimosa in front of Jessy despite the redhead's protest. “I never thought I’d get out of that stinky place they called prison after a certain someone” he eyed Dan accusingly, a smug smirk on his face “testified against me. So, drink up! Celebrations are in order!”

“For the love of— I already said sorry!” Dan yells at Phil’s retreating form, his voice drowning from the music reverberating around the Aurora bar.

“Sorry won’t cut it, Pal! You still have 6 months left of voluntary work before you get your wage!” Phil shouted back in a sing-song voice before disappearing into the stockroom.

“He won’t ever live it down, y’know?” Jessy allows herself to smirk at Dan’s guilty face. The man got an earful from her when she learned about what he did. If she were the same person as before, she would have never forgiven him but she’s a changed person now. At least that’s what she likes to think. Dan means well despite his impulsivity.

“I know,” Dan grumbled as he placed Lilly’s cosmopolitan in front of her.

The blonde eagerly sips her drink, humming in satisfaction, her body slightly swaying to the music. “Fuck it, I guess we do deserve to lose out a little.” Lilly perks up when ‘Streets’ begins blasting from the bar's speakers. The lights turned a deep hue of red as if to accentuate the mood of the song. “Oh my god! I love Doja Cat! Come, Cleo. Let’s dance!”

Cleo had no choice but to finish off her drinks before allowing the youngest Donfort to drag her to the nearest dance floor.

“She’s getting drunk,” Thomas commented quietly as he observed them.

“Oh, Lilly? Let her.” Dan leans a bit on the counter. “What about you, Tommy? What can I get for you? You’ve been awfully quiet since you came here.”

“I don’t think it’s such a great idea. Someone needs to be sober around here.”

Dan chuckles at that. “Still a wimp,” he teased. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan to drink tonight. Not until Y/n comes back to keep their promise and buy me a drink. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Fine.” Thomas sighed. “After what happened I guess I need a hard drink. Give me some Negroni.”

“Right away, sir.”

Jessy waited for Dan to get away from earshot to get some vermouth from the stock room before addressing Thomas. “Have she talked to you, yet?”

Thomas pursed his lips, his gaze shifting to the swirling liquid in Jessy’s glass. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, his voice tinged with a sense of longing.

“Not since… that day.” He went quiet for a moment before speaking again. “I miss her, a lot.” He admitted. “But I’m trying to understand her. What happened was shitty. I don’t think 6 months of treatment would suffice to get over a trauma.”

“Any news about their development?”

Thomas sighed, his gaze distant as he delved into the subject. “Well… she’s starting to at least connect with her family. Lilly says it’s just about trivial matter and Hannah seems to be avoiding the topic being discussed just yet. About Richy…” he trailed off. “he’s doing okay, I guess. I talked to him a little while ago and he said he was truly sorry about what happened.”

“Do you… forgive him?” Jessy questions tentatively, her gaze fixed on Thomas, searching for his thoughts on the matter.

Thomas swallowed, fists curling into a fist. “I do. He’s my friend.” He met her eyes, his own ones going mist. “It’s just quite difficult to forget what he had done.”

“I know…” Jessy murmured, her tone reflective, finally downing her first mimosa. The contrasting flavors of bitterness, sweetness, and tanginess played against her tongue, much like the conflicting emotions she was feeling. “Richy doesn’t want to talk to us. I tried to… y’know but he pushed me away.”

“He was afraid. He doesn’t trust himself around you girls.”

“Oh,” was all that Jessy could say.

Maybe you and Richy have a lot more in common than she expected.

Like making decisions for everyone instead of asking them directly. She doesn’t get why both of you chose to keep everything to yourselves.

“Y/n,” Thomas suddenly says. “Do you still think of them?”

“Every day,” she found herself whispering. “I don’t think I had ever stopped.”

“Wow, I just went away for a minute or two and everything suddenly got sentimental.” Dan’s voice joined the conversation. He raised an eyebrow at the two as he began to mix Thomas’ drinks.

“It’s nothing!” Jessy tried to laugh, shoving her empty glass towards Dan. “I want another Mimosa. I’ll be back. I just need to go to the bathroom for a sec.”

“Hey! You still have a full glass of Mimosa here!” Dan calls back to her, but Jessy continues to her destination, brushing through sweaty bodies. She really needs to pee.

More importantly…

She also needs to cry.

Damn it. This is what she’s talking about. Just give her a couple of seconds to think of you and then no more than later her eyes turn into a waterwork.

“Jessy?” Well, that’s a voice that sounds familiar.

She whirls on the spot, and she has little time to even out her voice to mask her surprise. “Alica?”

Luckily, she managed to do it.

Because never in those three years, she has expected to see Alica Roth in the arms of her ex-boyfriend, Norman White.

It took all self-control for Jessy not to give any sort of reaction. What she told you was true. She never made an effort to know whom her ex had cheated her with due to fear of actually knowing who that person might be.

And just her luck, it seemed Alica was the person Norman fucked while being in a relationship with her.

“Oh, hi!” She put on a tight-lipped smile at the two. “I didn’t know that you two…” she tried to laugh. “How long?” She just wanted to know if her theory was true.

Norman has the audacity to look so smug about it, pulling the girl closer to him by the hip as if to rub salt in her wounds. Not that there’s any wound to begin with.

“Two years,” he answers with his typical boyish grin that Jessy used to swoon at. Well, not anymore.

And two years? He was still dating Jessy at that time!

This piece of crap really did cheat on her with Alica, and they even have the decency to flaunt it right on her face. Alica is no better; she knew Jessy was in a relationship with him and yet she allowed Norman to pursue her.

“I heard about what happened. I’m really sorry about Hannah and Richy.” Alica mentions, and Jessy doesn’t know if the girl is even genuine about it. “It must have been stressful for you guys.”

“It was.”

Norman straightened out, his arms falling from his side. “Well, you certainly didn’t look stressed at all,” he eyes her up and down unabashedly. “I mean don’t get me wrong. I know you are but what I was trying to say was you look as dashing as ever.” He finished his babbling with a grin.

Alica raised an eyebrow at his comment before turning her attention back to Jessy with the most faux smile she had ever seen in her life.

“He’s such a sweet guy, right? Always thoughtful with girls even if he already has a girlfriend.”

If she wasn’t sure before, Jessy is sure as hell that’s definitely sarcastic now.

“Oh, I know.” Jessy’s smile was just as fake.

“Of course,” as oblivious as ever, Norman beamed. “I even chatted that Y/n when Lilly posted about that video. Because y’know, I don’t like it when women get hurt.”

Jessy furrows her brows at that. What’s that even supposed to mean?

And wait, what?! He had chat Y/n which means he was one of the locals who harassed Y/n!

“Hey, y’all. I heard my name so would you mind if join in?”

****

“Do you think this is a good idea, Y/n?”

You turned to Jake, a smug smirk dancing across your lips. “Well, considering the last mission you need to do in order to grant your defection to the Agency has gone very well, I don’t see the problem in going back here. Plus,” your grin widens. “You have to be here. I don’t want Lilly to kill me so you have to protect me against her wrath.”

Jake chuckles at that. “You just took down twelve men just a couple of hours ago, and you mean to tell me you are afraid of Lilly?”

“It’s different,” you retorted, parking the car in the designated place Phil had made for you. You closed the door shut. Jake follows you after. From here you can already hear the music blasting inside. And judging from the disco lights you’re seeing peeking from the gates; you knew this is going to be one hell of a night.

“How do I look?” you turned to Jake as you tried to brush off imaginary specks of dust from your shirt. Not that it would make any difference. The glaring bruise on your cheek and a cut to the lip wouldn’t go unnoticed anyway.

“Like you just went on a mission.”

“I’m going to tell Aerith to dump your ass.” You narrowed your eyes at him. You couldn’t see his whole face because of his mask but you didn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes at you. “Hey, I saw that!”

Jake just shook his head and pushed you inside– forcefully.

“Just go inside and go restore your love life.”

The stench of alcohol and sweat greeted your nostrils and you didn’t bother to hide the look of pure disgust on your face, The lights were off inside but the illumination coming from the disco lights created a swirling pattern of abstract forms that gracefully blended with– is that ‘streets’?!

And is that Lilly dancing with Cleo?! If you can even call that dancing.

You snorted at the sight. The blonde’s probably drunk but Cleo looks sober enough which made this whole thing funnier. The poor girl was so embarrassed with her friend.

“I didn’t know Lilly was a fan of Doja Cat.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea.

You could have sworn you saw Jake’s eye twitch at the sight of his sister dancing in the middle of the dance floor with men trying to dance with her only to be pushed away by Cleo.

Not long after, Jake pushed his way through the crowd and towards his sister. You can only wish the men around Lilly good luck because a pissed Jake is someone you wouldn’t want on your plate– ever.

Shaking your head, you made your way towards the bar without any announcement when your eyes spotted those familiar beards from miles away and Thomas’ signature beanie.

“What’s cooking, good looking?”

“Y/n?!” Thomas almost spat his drink on a very unsuspecting Dan.

You thought that was the funniest thing you have ever seen but looking at Dan, it was your turn to choke on your own spit. The man looked like he saw a ghost with the way his eyes widened.

“Thanks for accepting my invitation, Y/n.” Phil wraps his arm around you. Taking you away from the bar, much to Dan’s dismay.

“Hey! I was talking to Y/n!”

Phil only gave him the finger, laughing. “Sorry, pal but we got customers.”

Dan could only grumble in annoyance as a group of rowdy teenagers came stumbling on the bar, leaving his hands full at the moment.

“You looked like you just came from a fight,” he commented as he guided you towards a corner. The music in this spot had mellowed, allowing both of you to talk in a normal voice. “I assume you won as always.”

“Won’t you know it?” You grinned. “I suppose free drinks are in order tonight?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “Is that any way to talk to your brother-in-law?”

Your smile falters a bit. It’s been 6 months of radio silence. The last time you talked to her was when you left. You barely said goodbye. You barely gave any reassurance.

How could you though? How can you look at someone you love so much and tell yourself it’s time to go?

Would she still want you after all this time? Would she even want to talk to you?

“Is she mad at me?” You questioned quietly. The million-dollar question.

Phil noticed your apprehension, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Do you think I’ll invite you here if she hates you?”

“I mean if the invitation is out of spite, it is possible.”

He laughed. “You might want to get your head checked out, L/n. Unless you have a major concussion then you’re probably crazy to even be convinced that the kindest person in Duskwood hates your guts. Of course, she loves you shitless.” He took both of your shoulders, shaking you as if to take away those thoughts. “Listen, I didn’t just invited you here just to show gratitude for bailing me out. This is also me paying my sister back for all the shitty things I’ve done to her.”

His gaze suddenly flickered behind you, his grin coming back.

“Make my little sister happy, okay?” Without warning he pushed you forward. But not without whispering. “That’s her ex, Norman. Punch him in the face for me. Tata!”

You felt the world seemed to freeze before you when you finally saw her.

Ever since you came here you pretend to look around. You wanted to convince yourself that you’re just familiarizing yourself with your surroundings but the truth is…

I’m actually looking for you.

You can feel your chest starting to ache again. A frequent occurrence whenever you think of her. But seeing her again after all this time gives you a different kind of pain.

You find yourself walking towards her. Somehow, you’re thankful she has her back on you because it gave you a bit of time to prep yourself to face the redhead.

“He’s such a sweet guy, right? Always thoughtful with girls even if he already has a girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows raised when you finally got an earshot to the conversation Jessy was having with these people.

“Oh, I know.” Even with her back on you, you can notice Jessy was visibly tense. You frowned. Clearly, she’s uncomfortable. Just who the hell are these people?

“Of course,” the guy with a face you didn’t like boasted. So, this is the ex, huh? “I even chatted that Y/n when Lilly posted about that video. Because y’know, I don’t like it when women get hurt.”

“Hey, y’all. I heard my name so would you mind if join in?” That was the time you decided to swoop in.

You casually grab Jessy by the waist, far away from her so-called ex who doesn't seem to know how to read the room.

Telling by the lack of flinch, you know Jessy already knows it was you. If she was surprised at your sudden appearance after months of radio silence, she didn’t show it.

You put yourself between them. All the while, Norman looks a bit startled at your sudden presence. He was taken aback. He slowly backed away when he noticed your piercing gaze focused on him.

“It would be kind of rude to talk behind my back, right?” You went on. Flashing them a charming smile. You turn to Jessy, kissing her cheek. “Anyway, Dan sent me to tell you your Mimosa is good to go, babe.”

She kissed your cheek back, right across your bruise as if to tell you it didn’t go unnoticed by her. “Of course, love. Thank you!”

You fight a flush beginning to emerge on your cheeks at the endearment. But you find yourself not even trying to as the next words uttered by the woman in front of you were enough for you to grimace.

“Oh, my. I wasn’t informed you have such a hot company there, Jessy.” You could have sworn the woman batted her eyelashes at you unabashedly, making the ‘ex’ bristle next to her.

Jessy feigns a smile as she rests her head against your chest, “this is Norman and this is his girlfriend, Alica. Guys, this is my partner, Y/n.”

Norman held out his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, Normy.” You smiled, ignoring the wince on his face as you might have gripped his hand a little too hard.

“It’s a-actually Norman, not Normy.” He corrected with a strained smile.

“You’re the same Normy who harassed me on the phone right?” You raised an eyebrow, your gaze challenging.

“N-no. I…” he stuttered pathetically, making you grin wider.

“Call me Ali, dear.” Alica made a move to kiss your cheek and was about to do another one, but Jessy pulled you back to her, eyes openly glaring now. The blonde didn’t seem to care as she commented, “you smell good, and that bruise looks hot.”

You were quick to wipe off the kiss from your cheeks, not even bothering to hide it from Alica. You’re not entirely sure what was Jessy’s history with her aside from Normy here. But what you’re sure of is your girlfriend has a massive jealous streak.

You have come to know that for the first week you have known her. And if blonde here has known Jessy far more than you have, then she better know that the redhead is ready to bury her alive right now.

“What the fuck is that, Ali?” Norman was the first to react, glaring at you and his girlfriend.

“Chill out, hon. I was just–“

“We’re leaving.” Jessy cuts off curtly, pulling you away from the scene. She stopped in what you assumed to be a hallway to the comfort room. Pulling out a handkerchief and a bottle of alcohol, she began to dab the piece of cloth to your cheeks. “I’m going to kill her.”

You laughed quietly, “I bet you do.”

She furrowed her eyebrow but remained quiet as she finished the job. She even sprayed her perfume on your shirt as if to wipe any trace of the blonde in you. Or she’s probably marking you. Or both. In any case, you didn’t mind.

Your heart pounded as you raised your hands to cup her cheeks. Your thumb begins to stroke her cheek in a delicate manner, and your eyes wander around her face. You are now faced with the woman you have badly missed to the point it physically gives you pain just by thinking about it. You took your time to admire her face, now up close for the first time in how many months of not seeing it.

She looked a bit thinner. Up close, you can see the effects of the situation that fell upon her— the bags under her eyes due to spending sleepless nights and the worry lines starting to form on her forehead. But in your eyes, you have never seen such beauty. She still looked beautiful, nonetheless. She was still your Jessy.

“Sorry,” you murmured. You didn’t emphasize what for. Do you even need to?

Sorry for leaving. Sorry for keeping you in the dark. Sorry for hurting you.

But none of those came close to what left your lips.

“Sorry, I let her kiss me. I shouldn’t have–”

The laugh that escaped her lips was soft and rich. Her breath tingled against your cheeks as she leaned her forehead against yours, her arms secured around your neck. You knew then that she knows what you were apologizing for and it’s sure as hell not about letting Alica kiss you.

“Apparently, that woman just really likes stealing people I love. I suppose you’re not an exemption.”

“Hmm, so she was the girl.” It wasn’t a question, but rather a realization.

“Uhuh.” Jessy is a lot closer now, lips barely an inch that if you leaned a little closer you would be kissing her. Her fingers played with the baby hairs at the back of your neck making your breath hitched. And judging by the little smirk on her lips, you knew damn well she knows her effect on you. “I’m still mad at you.” She whispers and you note the faint smell of alcohol on her breath.

“I know.” You whispered just as quietly. “Let me make it up to you.”

“How so?” A dashing smirk spreads across her features, and for a moment, your eyes drift mindlessly toward her unsuspecting lips, loving the way they curl up in a low grin. At this point, the resistance to kiss her lips would probably be a battle already lost.

So you did.

You pecked her cheeks first, another one on the corner of her mouth, and then the other one for good measure. Peppering her kisses nonstop if you could. She can only laugh softly at your antics, loving the attention you give her.

And because your always motto is "to save the best for last" you took your precious time laying a long, slow kiss full on her lips. Her hands were eager to mess with your hair, deepening the kiss. You can feel the heat rising on your skin, her touches leaving trails of fire.

Not satisfied with the proximity, you pulled her closer. You even made your way to flip your positions, now pinning the redhead against the wall and a solid chest.

Her grip on your shirt tightens in such a way that she wants to pull it off you. At the back of your mind, you were aware that someone could walk in on you two almost eating each other's faces but you're usually clumsy brain was now foggier than you could remember as you were so busy latching your mouth against her neck and feeling Jessy tilting them to the side to give you better access. Her scent, warmth, and kisses consume you ent—

“Y/n?” You and Jessy froze. That was Phil’s voice!

The urgency in his voice was enough to cleanse your hazy mind, and without the overwhelming thoughts about your girlfriend which you may not guarantee wouldn't go past what is deemed to be inexplicit, you can now hear his voice clearer against the blasting music.

You only got a few seconds to detach yourself from a disappointed and irritated Jessy and fix your hair which she seems to love to mess with.

Despite the initial annoyance, the redhead still managed to have the audacity to flash you an amusing grin as she couldn't take her eyes off your already swollen lips, seemingly satisfied with her creation. And it's not like she's any better.

Sure, her hair's fine, but her lips are a bit bruised, too and there are patches of redness forming on the side of her neck courtesy of your mouth.

When Phil finally arrived inside the room, you managed to act like you were fixing your hair whilst Jessy was trying to fix her lipstick. From his point of view, it looks like you two were having the usual conversation and not shoving each other’s tongues down your throats five seconds ago.

"Did I interrupt something?" He questioned smugly, wanting to tease you but you weren't having any of it. You were too flustered to even function properly now.

"No," was Jessy’s quick reply, not trusting you to answer. She barely managed to hide her smile behind her own mirror.

Phil looks like he doesn’t believe that obvious lie and was excited to turn to you. "Man, you should have seen the pussy-ass bitch Normy and his girlfriend arguing at the parking lot. He was like ‘why the fuck did you kissed a random stranger?’ and Alica was like ‘Is it my fault Y/n is hot?’ and then he was like–" He wasn't able to continue his story as Jessy’s glare was so sharp, that it can dissect a living creature.

Her eyebrows were raised to the fullest and her gaze was unwavering, challenging her own brother to continue his story to the extent that she wouldn’t like where it would head.

If your blood earlier had rushed towards your cheeks, it now had drained the color on your face and you're practically choking on your own spit for the second time this night.

"– and I just want to say your drinks are ready. That's all." He finishes lamely.

You knew that's not what he was trying to say, but to save his life and maybe yours from the redhead’s wrath, he knew better than to continue his story.

"Oh, and Y/n?" You perked up from your sudden faux interest to the flickering sign of the comfort room down the hallway. Phil’s smirk returned full blast. "You got a little something here,” he motioned his fingers to his lips. “See you!"

Your hand flew faster than when Phil bolted out to grab Jessy’s mirror.

And to your horror, a thin line of smeared lipstick was visible at your bottom lip. It wasn’t noticeable enough to catch someone’s attention, but it is sure as hell noticeable enough for the likes of Phil. And he wouldn’t need to put two and two together to even know what you were doing earlier with his sister.

Jessy’s laughter came rumbling across your chest as she pulled you closer again.

And boy, you were right.

Tonight’s going to be a long night.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Truth or Dare?

JakexMC Smut One Shot

Words: 4.3k

Fluff and smut!

Another outtake from Bloodstain that can be read alone with no knowledge of the main story!

In a room filled with their friends, Jake teases Manon, and she has to act as if everything is normal. It’s from Manon’s POV this time! It’s almost like her side of the previous smut one shot! So I thought it was worth posting for that since I have one from Jake's POV. These scenes have never fit into the main story, but I wanted to share them anyway. They can be read as standalone, so don’t worry about not knowing the main fic.

Manon

They were all seated in the living room, the spacious room lit by candlelight, and the wood stove behind them made it feel cozy. Manon and Jake had a loveseat to themselves. She had taken full advantage of it and draped herself over Jake, practically sitting in his lap. Her legs were across his thighs, and his strong arm braced her back, holding her tight against him. She had turned on a Bluetooth speaker to play one of her many playlists to ensure things wouldn’t get too quiet. They were farthest away from the light, and Manon was glad of it. The heated looks Jake kept throwing her way had every pore on her body splayed open in anticipation. 

Cleo and Thomas each had a chair, while Lilly, Dan, and Jessy shared the largest sofa. Manon was sipping her glass of wine, feeling slightly buzzed, and the alcohol did nothing but stoke the fire in her that Jake seemed able to ignite with a single glance. She stole glances at him as he sipped his whisky, the sight somehow too appealing, and she kept wriggling in his lap to make him tighten his grip on her. She wore only a thin silk dress and had decided to forgo underwear to save time later and surprise him. He’d looked like he wanted to eat her when he took in her curves, barely concealed by the red silk. It was criminally short too, a fact she was glad of now she sat upon him and could feel his reaction to her proximity. 

“Being in the middle of the forest during a blackout should be creepy, but I like it,” Jessy said, Manon nodded though she wouldn’t see it.  

“Jessy you screamed when the power went out.” Dan poked, and Jessy smacked his arm, giggling.

 

“Sorry for being on edge. It’s not like we haven’t had to be on our guard constantly or anything.” 

“Dan, you were ready to fight your reflection. You really can’t talk.” Cleo joked. 

Manon hid her smile in her wine glass, and Jake kissed her forehead, making her shiver and blush. He always had to touch her as if to ensure she was real. 

“Well, I think we are safe for a bit. It’s still weeks away until the festival, and we deserve to chill.” Lilly offered, and Manon hummed her agreement. 

She almost jumped out of her skin when Jake’s lips pressed against the shell of her ear before he whispered, his hot breath sending chills down her spine. 

“I feel oddly out of place here but it’s quite nice at the same time.”

She turned to him with a pleased smile, pecked his cheek, and opened her mouth, but Dan interrupted. 

“Can you two not? It’s bad enough we have to hear it. I don’t want to watch it too!”

Manon cackled deviously, and Jake murmured something about knocking him out for her. 

“Oh, Dan. Are you jealous? I’m sure we can find someone to scratch that itch for you,” Manon looked pointedly at Jessy as she said it. Dan and Jessy looked at each other and quickly turned away, but Dan shut up. 

“You’re a menace,” Jake said, so low and gruff it was almost a growl that she felt between her thighs. She squeezed them together as the heat built, her eyes flicking between him and the glass in her hand. 

“What should we do to pass the time? I’m not tired enough to go to bed yet.” Lilly asked. 

Jessy squealed and shouted, “We have to play truth or dare!”

Everyone groaned in unison, but her smile didn’t falter. 

“Come on. You know it’ll be fun! And what better way to get to know each other?”

Manon shrugged lazily. She was beginning to feel boneless and was happy to take a back seat. 

“Fine, but none of us are getting naked, and you can’t ask us things that we wouldn’t even tell our therapist!” Dan declared, and Manon chuckled. 

She leaned up, her mouth at Jake’s ear. 

“Shame, I’m basically naked anyway.”

Manon pulled back slightly to watch his face. The hand around her waist tightened, sending butterflies fluttering low in her stomach. The predatory glint in his eye only added to the sensation. 

“What do you mean?” 

She smirked as she felt him grow hard under her ass and slowly dipped her wine before answering. 

“I have nothing on under this dress, Jake.” 

This time he did growl, the sound drowned out by Jessy explaining the rules to them all. Manon smiled wickedly at Jake. His pupils dilated, the blue swallowed by black. Oh, she’d pay for this later. She couldn’t wait. 

“Okay, I’ll start. Cleo, you can ask the questions and decide the dares!” Jessy proclaimed, clapping her hands together in glee. Dan looked at her with so much affection in his eyes that Manon felt she was intruding and had to look away. 

“Okay, truth or dare, Jessy?” Cleo asked. 

“Uhm, truth!” 

Manon watched the devious look take over Cleo’s face and tensed. Oh, it was a bad choice to let her be in charge. She would take great delight in their suffering. 

“Do you want to be with Dan? I’m sick of watching you two dance around each other.” Cleo said, and Manon wanted to laugh as Jessy turned beetroot and Dan threw a glare so scathing it was wonder Cleo didn’t drop dead. 

Manon didn’t hear Jessy reply, though. Jake set down his empty glass and slid his hand under the blanket over them. He settled between her thighs, dangerously close to where she was already growing wet for him. She went still, her entire being focused on that hand and what he would do next. She forgot how to breathe as his thumb rubbed slow circles into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. 

“Relax, Manon.” 

Jake ordered quietly, then tugged on her earlobe with sharp teeth. She gasped aloud and clamped her mouth shut. The smirk on his face made her nervous. He wasn’t looking at her, and that made it worse. She complied as much as she could, relaxing her muscles one by one and leaning into his warmth. Her thighs slightly parted as she did, and he moved his hand ever closer to where she was starting to ache, liquid heat making her slick, and she knew her dress would be damp soon if he kept this up.

“Okay, Dan, truth or dare.” 

Manon tried to pay attention to the game as Cleo turned to Dan. She had no idea what Jessy had said, but Dan was smiling like a cat that got the cream, so it must’ve been positive. 

“Dare, of course.” He said, superiority ringing in his tone. 

Cleo gave him a wild grin, and Jessy sighed. Manon knew what was coming. 

“I dare you to kiss Jessy properly. None of that cheek or forehead crap those two are always doing.” Cleo flung a hand at Manon and Jake, but both ignored her. 

Manon wanted to see this kiss, but Jake’s hand moved. He still didn’t touch her, it was driving her insane. Screaming in her mind, begging him to do something, but he only taunted her, she whined softly in the back of her throat. Jake shifted his hold to palm at her ass over her dress, the silk on her overly sensitive skin adding new heights to her lust-crazed mind, and she thought she’d explode, the ache in her painful now. Her eyes darted around the room, and she was utterly rattled. No one had noticed her torment and Jake appeared nonchalant, unaffected. She knew he wasn’t though, could feel it and see it in his eyes, and the tension in his jaw.

Manon bit down hard on her lip when Jake moved his finger, running it down the seam of her, dipping into her wetness and teasing her folds. He still wasn’t looking at her, though he hummed possessively when he discovered how wet she was, he’d barely touched her, and she could feel it trickle down her thighs. Manon threw back the contents of her glass, trying to calm the pounding beat of her heart, the pulse hammering in her neck. He was killing her, that one finger grazing everywhere but where she needed him, a cramping ache in her cunt that begged to be filled, but he only teased her. She only hoped her face remained clear and wasn’t giving her away when it was her turn to play. 

“Manon, your turn. Truth or dare.” Cleo asked. 

Manon didn’t think and just blurted out, “Truth!”

No one said a word if they noticed the crazed note in her tone. Cleo smiled, and she groaned inwardly. 

“So, what is your actual job, Manon? You still haven’t told us.” 

Manon didn’t have a chance to think it over, not as Jake finally slid that finger inside her. A moan bubbled up her throat, and she somehow managed to choke it off and say in a strangled voice. 

“Private investigator. I have my own business.”

Jake smirked down at her as he moved his hand in and out of her, each slow pull and push making her feel unhinged. Cleo opened her mouth to ask more questions. Manon managed to give her a head shake and muttered something about explaining tomorrow. Thankfully she moved on to Jake, and Manon barely heard him ask for truth. Another finger pushed inside her, and her inner walls fluttered around them as they stretched her slightly. It wasn’t nearly enough. He hadn’t touched her clit yet, and she was near to pleading with him when he crooked his fingers and pulled, hitting that spot deep inside that made her feel insane. Distantly, she heard Cleo ask him how he’d gotten involved with Hannah, and he skirted around the truth, saying they’d met online. 

The dress beneath her ass was damp, the silk clinging to her skin as she made tiny movements against his clever hand. His grip on her hip was bruising now, and it was Thomas’ turn. They were no longer being watched. She buried her face into his chest, biting down on his shirt as his thumb finally circled her clit, her breath coming in short bursts that she tried to stifle against him. He kissed her cheek, and she wanted to cry out when his hand stilled. She was so close she was almost sobbing. Turned on to extreme levels because they were in a room full of people unaware of what they were doing, the thought so wicked and exciting she convulsed around his fingers. Jake was impossibly hard beneath her; she desperately wanted to touch him. His lips were at her ear again as their friends started arguing, forgetting they were there. They’d become used to her and Jake sitting together, engrossed in each other.

 

“I want to taste this soon. Would you like that?” 

She felt every word between her thighs. The image of his face between her legs, feasting on her, was so enticing she could only nod. Jake grinned and nipped at her earlobe, she gasped and whispered his name, a plea, and he answered. 

A third finger stretched her now, the tinge of pain it brought sending her to dizzying heights, and his thumb moved, intent and determined to make her sob and writhe in his arms. She ground down against his length, a rough sigh in her ear as she did, and every thought scattered from her mind as she climbed that peak, his hand moving faster now. He could feel from the inside just how close she was. She was balanced on a knife’s edge, cutting her in two when he again crooked his fingers and circled her clit, once, twice, three times. Her cunt clamped down on his hand like a vice, and she was flying.

Her mouth opened to scream, and he swooped down to swallow it, his tongue delving into her mouth in an echo of his fingers between her split thighs. She tensed, waves of pleasure stealing her breath and making her tremble. He held her so tight to hide her reaction that she thought she might shatter but was grateful for it. His kiss turned deep and slowed as she returned to herself. He held her almost reverently now as she stole his breath into her lungs, her trembling fingers cupping his jaw as he pulled back. He kissed her on the mouth once and slowly pulled out of her, making her buck against him, he was like steel beneath her, and all she wanted was to take him inside her. 

His sapphire eyes met hers. She stared at him in wonder. She couldn’t believe her quiet, awkward man had just made her fall apart so easily without giving a hint to anyone around them. He looked away to check if they were being observed. She didn’t care if they were. Oh, she was going to kill him later. She wanted him as unhinged as she was and glanced around to see what was happening. 

Lilly was nowhere to be seen, and Jessy and Dan were out on the porch. When had that happened? Thomas and Cleo were chatting in the kitchen, and Manon couldn’t wait any longer. She stood in a sinuous wriggle. Her legs were weak as she tugged on Jake’s hand, barely able to speak but she only needed two words. 

“Bedroom. Now. “

He chuckled darkly and allowed her to drag him upstairs, Cleo shouted goodnight but Manon didn’t acknowledge it. She could feel the wet silk sticking to her skin, as her bare feet hit the top floor landing, she shucked the dress over her head, revealing her nakedness to the man behind her. Jake growled and reached for her, but she whirled and held out a hand as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

 

“Not a chance. Clothes off, then you can touch.” 

He stripped, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and unbuttoned his jeans. Manon didn’t waste a second once he was done. She pounced, her legs locking around his waist, and the force of her leap pushed him against the door. His arm flew up, wrapping around her like an iron band to keep her up as she breathily murmured in his ear.

“Inside me, now Jake.”

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

She only snarled and tightened her arms around his neck, needing him to take the reins now. He groaned and snapped his teeth at her throat, which she bared, and he accepted her invitation, grazing his teeth down the column of her neck before sucking at her flickering pulse. She bit down on her cheek when he finally sunk his teeth in. The bolt of pure want went straight to her empty cunt, and she whined in his ear. 

“Jake, don’t make me wait.” 

For once he listened. His free hand reached under her to line himself up before he entered her in a vicious thrust. Both of them moaned in relief. Manon whimpered as he slid out. She was so wet he had no problem working her open and settling to the hilt. He moved them, carrying her to the bed as she writhed, each tiny movement inside her sending licks of flame across her skin, the ache building in her core an irritant now, and she needed him to fuck her hard. Manon told him so, and he groaned at her boldness. 

“I know what you need, patience Manon.”

He lay her on the bed, never moving from within her as he arranged her legs, wrapping one around his waist and bending the other at the knee to rest it against his shoulder. The powerful muscles in his arms strained as he planted his hands at either side of her head and looked her straight in the eye, the new angle drawing a needy moan from her. She saw it then, in his eyes, all the reluctant love he felt for her and how much she meant to him, she blinked back tears and hoped he saw the same in her own gaze. Knew he did when he smiled before he slid almost all the way out of her, her greedy cunt trying to keep him captive before he snapped his hips hard, shoving her up the bed and making her claw at his back to keep herself tethered to this earth. 

Manons eyes widened at being so thoroughly taken, and she dug her heel into his ass to urge him on. He set a punishing pace, each lunge within her tight clasp pulling sounds from her throat that she’d feel ashamed of later but right now she only had one demand for him.

 

“More, Jake, please.”

“Good girl, I’ve got you.”

He moaned and bit her lip, taking her mouth hard and fucking her into the mattress, swallowing her cries and giving her his own. She was spiraling again as her nerves sparked alive, and her lungs begged for air. He pulled away, letting her breathe for a moment before his arms slipped under her back and dragged her loose body up to straddle him, he was on his knees, and she moved over him. He met her erratic movements with brutal lunges of his hips. She could feel him everywhere. Could only see him. He watched her every reaction intently, ensuring he did the right things to make her body sing for him. His hand dropped between them, and he circled her clit as he thrust up into her, each stroke tearing a wanton moan from her chest as she threw her head back. They didn’t need to speak to know what the other wanted. He bit and sucked at her neck, marking her and claiming her. She’d wear the bruises like jewelry tomorrow. 

The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed through the dark room, her nails raked down his back, and she was on that edge again when he stopped, panting. Restraint was clear on his face, and she mewled in distress. 

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.” 

“I know.” He growled and pulled out of her, she wanted to scream at the loss but quickly forgot as he ordered her to get on her hands and knees, ass in the air, and the excitement sent another flood of her essence down her sticky thighs. Jake moved behind her, she arched her back, and he stroked his hand down her spine. She flowed into his touch and clenched her inner muscles, wanting to feel every hard inch as he teased her flesh exquisitely. But he didn’t. She jolted as she felt his tongue slide along her folds, lapping at her essence and swallowing it down, groaning as though he liked the taste of her, and she balanced on quivering arms. She looked down to see him on his back, head lifted to eat her out, and she almost came at the sight of him. His hot tongue pushed inside her, and she cried out, his fingers rubbing her clit in determined strokes. His other hand delved into the cleft of her ass, little feints around her other entrance made her cry out in sudden want. The idea of him touching her there was so intense she sobbed in black delight.

Jake chuckled against her cunt, the vibration of it adding to the inferno he was causing. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she had a sudden irrational urge to slap him. How he knew what she needed without her saying it was more a turn-on than any pretty words men had said to her in the past. Like he’d known her body all his life, the thought was enough to have her on the edge. Jake moved his hand away from her nub, pushing two fingers inside her without warning before his lips settled over her clit, and he sucked her into his mouth. She cried his name so loud she knew the whole house would hear her, but she didn’t care. Not as the warning pulse of her release fluttered inside her.

“Jake…”

She couldn’t finish the thought as he grazed her clit with his teeth, the scrape of his beard on her tender folds making her quiver as his talented tongue drew patterns over that bundle of nerves. There wasn’t another warning as she shattered under his attentions. Her upper body collapsed to the bed, and Jake held her hips to keep from being smothered as she tossed her head wildly against the sheets, murmuring nonsense words and repeating his name over and over. He didn’t give her any reprieve as he moved from under her and knelt behind her. He was inside her so swiftly and fully that she could only lift her head off the ruined sheets and howl.

The pulse of her release soon bled into another orgasm, and he gathered her hair in his hand, tugging her head back to clamp his hand around her open mouth. He pounded into her, riding her through it, the pleasure so sharp it was almost painful, and she felt crazed. He was chanting her name, talking her down, and bringing her back to him. The hand at her mouth fell to wrap around her neck, and she felt like she might die if the pressure in her core wasn’t relieved soon. His fingers tightened around her throat, cutting her air off enough that she was gasping, but she loved it, wanted more of it, and told him so in between pants, and his body covered hers in a blanket of warm flesh.

“I want you to come with me, Manon. Can you do that for me?"

She’d cut out her heart and hand it to him if he asked her then, but she only nodded, his thrusts out of rhythm now, and the hand at her throat squeezed before sliding down her back and around her front, finding her clit and driving her wild again. She was mindless, focused entirely on the heat building to a crescendo, her walls rippling wildly around his thick length as he brought her closer, their bodies slick with sweat. Jake moaned her name, so guttural and rough she felt it inside her. It wasn’t the feel of him moving within her that sent her over the edge, neither was it his clever fingers at her clit. It was the feel of him as he came hard. The wicked thrill of his release sent her flying, and she bit down on her arm, her vision fracturing and turning white. Blinded and dazed, she rode the waves of her orgasm as he fell on top of her and pushed them into the mattress. She couldn’t speak or think for an age as her vision cleared enough to make out shadows in the dark room. 

Their harsh breathing was the only sound as he pulled out of her with a groan and kissed her neck, brushing her sweat tangled hair away from her face. He wound his arms around her and pulled them on to their sides, her back against his chest. She wriggled into him, loving how they fit together, all her curves and softness melting in to his hard angles and muscles. She sighed in contentment and Jake hummed his agreement, the heavy ache between her thighs from being well fucked only made her smile. His hand found hers and entwined his fingers in hers, squeezing three times like she always did to him and she wanted to cry at the sweet gesture. He didn’t know what it meant yet but she hoped he felt it. How could he not when it was written all over her face? She loved him, she’d known for a while now. He could fuck her until she was a writhing, mindless mess but after, he was so sweet it made her heart bleed for him. It was a long while before he spoke, his breathing was so deep she’d assumed he’d fallen into a very male doze but he always surprised her. 

“Was that okay?”

She smiled and turned her head to face him, she could only see the glint of moonlight in his eyes, but it was enough. 

“Oh, it was more than okay. It was phenomenal.”

He was silent for a while, and she counted the steady beats of his heart as he processed what he wanted to say. She was quick with words, always having a snappy retort on the tip of her tongue, but Jake was different. Every word was carefully selected, and those he did say typically meant more to her than any sweet talk or romantic gesture she'd ever received.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, doubt I will again.”

Manon smiled against his chest, her eyelids heavy and her body felt weightless. 

“Good because you never will, you’ll have to put up with me for the rest of your days.”

***

If you enjoyed it, the main story is linked below. It’s a smutfest from chapter 5 🥰 thank you for reading.

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It's been a long journey

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