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Weekend started for me, I'm bored, guess it's time to refresh my memory a bit! 😁

So, here we go....again 🤭

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood replay

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How many times had he stayed reading that message? How many times had he dreamed of hearing her voice pronouncing that word? And now that he had done it, he had been staring at her.

The young woman looked at him worried. Had she said something wrong? She had just said, 'Jake, I'm glad to finally meet you.' It was the only thing she had said.

Maybe she had been overly enthusiastic? Or she may have thought she sounded ridiculous when she spoke. But not. When she saw his cheeks blush, she blinked in confusion.

“Can you… Can you say it again?” he asked, a little shyly.

“Say what?”

Jake turned even redder, unable to say it. For him, he thought it was the best thing he had heard in so many years, that it would surely be ridiculous to her.

“I think you already know…” He looked away, hoping not to look ridiculous.

She understood, letting out a small laugh.

She placed her hands on the young man's face, so that he looked directly into her eyes.

He could see a big smile on her face, with a pair of eyes full of life.

"Jake..." she whispered, unable to erase her smile.

A wave of heat ran through his body as he heard the sweet intonation of his name. He had heard how her mouth had moved again as she pronounced 'Jake'. He couldn't help but smile. His name in her mouth was better than he had dreamed of.

He tried not to let any tears come out of his eyes, he didn't want to seem like he had been wanting to hear it again for years.

He leaned forward, carefully pressing his forehead to hers. He took a deep breath, while his heart beat fast. More. He wanted to hear his name more times from her. He didn't want his name to be forgotten again. He wanted her to be the only one who remembered him.

"I love the way it sounds with your voice," he said slowly. “I want to be able to hear my name when you wake up next to me, when you need to call me because you need to drown your sorrows, when you miss me,” He pulled away a little, caressing her cheek lovingly. “If you are ever bothered by something I have done or said, if you need my help.” He saw how she was the one at the end who looked like she was going to cry, with that sweet smile. “Also listen to it every night. Please do it.”

The young woman nodded, seeing that his eyes were also shining with tears.

She gave him a small kiss on his lips, without erasing the smile.

“Your name is one of my favorite words that exist” in the young woman's voice, the happiness she was feeling at that moment could be appreciated. “So you're always going to have me say it. While you, Mr. Jake” she put her index finger on his chest, with a mischievous smile. “you send me at least one message every day that you are okay, okay?”

Jake laughed, taking her hand and kissing her finger gently. She blushed, watching how he then kissed her hand and pulled her waist with the other.

“Shall we seal it?” he asked whispering against her lips.

“We sealed it… Jake…”

Their deal was sealed with a much longer kiss. A kiss that he didn't want to break.

That night, his name was saying in a way he would never forget.

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Noooooo, it's goneeeeeeeeee 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Is it actually one of the first times I don’t want Tumblr to undo an update?? I think so.

Give us the boop o meter back!! :'(((

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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

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“We need fantasy to survive because reality is too difficult.”

— Lady Gaga

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No one reblogs on tumblr anymore.

No one leaves comments on Ao3 anymore.

Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.

Reblog a post so other people can see it.

Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.

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Traces & Trouble

| Jake x Phil

| The FBI is too late or early. It depends...

The idea came from a request and ran from there, I hope it fulfills in parts what was requested. Just had to post (the damn thing) now before it takes any longer.

CW: not sure as always, there is sexual content but I'm not too explicit.

A dash of dark fluid diving in the glass clouded up in the clear liquid, the long silver bar spoon flickered in the dim light as a slender hand stirred the drink slowly. Captivated, the young woman sitting at the counter kept her eyes pinned on every move of those hands. They belonged to the bar owner, who now set down the glass right in front of her. She lifted her look up to his face, a strand of dark hair parted his left eye, pointing down to a half smile.

"I think - you are going to love this," Phil Hawkins said with calm confidence, nodding encouraging towards the glass. The young woman threw a bunch of curly hair to the side and took a sip of the drink. Her eyes fell shut for a second and then she smiled back at the bar owner. "This is perfection. Freshness followed by a sweet ...and somewhat savory note. Perfect. So what's it called?"

"Oh, I'm not sure yet," the bar owner answered, "You just witnessed it's creation. But I kinda love the way you described it, so why don't I name it after you?" The young woman tilted her head and laughed. "Oh my, I never had anything named after me. Don't you think Tracy would be a strange name for a drink?"

"I think it sounds lovely. Could be 'Tracy's delight'. 'Fury Tracy'. 'Tracy's secret' -..."

Two men entered the Aurora Bar and caught Phil's attention.Tracy sour.

One man was tall, very thin with short blond hair, partet in the middle by an aggressively straight line. The other was shorter with patchy mudbrown hair, scowling eyes under bushy brows - while the blond was wearing an expensive looking dark coat, the other poked out of a fighter pilot jacket that made him look old.

"And there they are..." Phil muttered followed by a sharp exhale. He straightned and said with a firm voice, "Tracy, you will have to excuse me. Enjoy your drink and your night." The young woman blinked a few times in confusion, "I thought -" , she started to protest but was interrupted by the two men appearing right next to her with cold smiling faces - she took the glass and left the bar.

"How nice to see you again, Mr. Hawkins. I am sorry to interrupt your work," the blond man said with a strange voice that was both soft and sharp.

A voice like a carpet knife, Phil thought and leaned on the counter - taking the position of a watchful cat. "Somehow, I'm having trouble believing that you are truly sorry, Mr. Fletcher." A thin smirk appeared on Agent Fletchers face.

"Byron here doesn't live far from Duskwood. His wife was your tenth grade math teacher, if you remember?"

"Have you met my colleague Agent Byron Mills?" Phil reached out and shook the sweaty hand of the bushy browed man, "I don't believe I have."

Agent Fletcher kept talking while his eyes were darting across the room. The few customers of this quiet evening seemed to pick up on something and started leaving the bar one by one.

Phil decided it to be appropriate to imitate the cold smiles he was confronted with, as he answered,

"Ah yes, Mrs. Mills. Aren't you a lucky man... how is she doing?" The mean little eyes of Agent Mills slithered over to Fletcher, who apparently was the one assigned to do the talking.

"Mr. Hawkins, do you know why we are here?"

Fletcher turned to Mills and whispered loud enough so Phil could hear every word,

The bar owner stood up straight and took a deep breath,

"Well, I cannot be certain. But if I have to guess... for the same reason you were here the last time, for the same reason you confiscated my phone and my computer? - Another attempt to get information I don't have. Although - I'm wondering why you came here all this way and didn't bring me in instead. That seems rather strange to me."

"Do you hear that, Byron? There is that sharp wit, I warned you about," he stepped towards Phil and leaned his elbows on the counter. After focusing the bar owners face with a stern look, he spoke again,

"Mr. Hawkins, we have reason to believe that you are still - or at least recently have been in contact with the hacker named Jake."

The bar owner drove his thumb over his lower lip and chuckled. Fletcher continued,

"I could just come out straight and ask you where he is but I'm sure it would be in vain. So I am simply going to remind you, this whole affair could cause you a lot more trouble than it already has - in fact, I think it is about to inconvenience you a lot. Once more, I would like to urge you to be cooperative."

"And yet, you didn't ask me anything," Phil leaned back on the tall shelf behind him, "Pardon me saying this, detectives - but you showing up here, trying to be intimidating before you even start questioning me... - it is an awful lot of gesturing. So why don't you start asking before you accuse me of not being cooperative?"

Agent Mill's face had turned to an unhealthy shade of purple but he remained stubbornly silent. Fletcher nodded slowly as if he estimated the extend of Phil's intrepidity and then continued in a down-to-buisness like tone,

"Alright then, Mr.Hawkins, as I said - we know, that you are in contact with the hacker called Jake."

"Was. Correct," Phil stated.

"Jake was here - recently. We can establish that from the communication we recovered from your cell phone."

"Still - was. Past tense. As in 'isn't anymore'."

"You didn't give us a lot of information about that the last time we spoke,"

"Again, I answered and continue answering your questions."

"So correct me, if I'm wrong - this contact between you two dates back two weeks now?"

Phil's smile returned and his eyes lit up with a spark, "I like it how you say 'contact'- as if there is a less appropriate version of that word. But yes, two weeks, that sounds correct."

"The communication broke off at that point? With Jake's disappearance?"

- "Yes."

"And Jake did not try to contact you since then?"

Phil raised his shoulders shoving his hands into his pockets, "No. At least I wouldn't know. After all, you took away my ways of communication, Mr. Fletcher. I'm enduring a very reduced life style in that department. "

"Did you try to contact him?"

- "No." the bar owner met and held the piercing look the agent shot at him.

Agent Mills reached into his puffy jacket and pulled out a phone that he passed on to Fletcher. Phil could see that it was his own phone - the FBI had confiscated it a few days after Jake disappeared. Fletcher put it down on the counter and tapped on it with his long pale fingers.

"Mr. Hawkins, the reassembled content of the correspondence between Jake and you suggests a certain 'intensity' of your relationship at the time. We would like to explore our conclusion that you, Philip, would most likely be the person, who might know something about Jake's whereabouts."

Slowly Phil tilted his head,

"Oh I see...'making conclusions' about the 'intensity' of the relationship between the wanted hacker and the bar owner. Kinky." His eyes lit up again for a second, "But what are you asking specifically? If I know where Jake is? I do not."

Agent Mills eyes where bulging with contempt, he chewed "cocky bastard..." under his breath, but Agent Fletcher remained calm and composed- he believed him too, still lurking for something else.

"Philip, may I ask, how exactly it came to pass that the contact broke off so abruptly?"

Scratching his chin Phil answered,

"I assumed it had something to do with you but probably you are not interested in my speculations. He disappeared, quite literally. There is not more to it."

"All of the sudden? Without a word?"

"Correct."

"Where were you when he 'literally' vanished?"

- "Asleep, I suppose."

"He didn't leave you a message? He didn't say goodbye, he didn't tell you anything?"

"Of course he didn't. You have been trying to find him for a while now and quite frankly - it's not going well. Do you really think, Jake would be so dumb and leave traces like that?" Phil shook his head.

For some reason, Fletcher started smiling again.

"Recklessness happens sometimes, Philip. Like getting involved with the wrong person. It just happens, unintentionally. Getting attached to someone always leaves traces, you know. Don't get me wrong - I'm quite sure Jake is aware of that and maybe we are indeed too late - but then, maybe he couldn't help himself, leaving you at least with some reassurance that he is safe."

With a shrugging sigh Phil muttered, "Reassurance and safety, yes - you really don't know much about that hacker. "

Of course they expected to find the right strings to pull but it wasn't as easy as that.

Getting attached to someone leaves traces.

The echo of this sentence, spoken by a carpet knife voice, oscillated in the bar owners head. With an abscent gaze, he repeated, "I don't know where the damn hacker is, even if he is alive or not. I do not have any further information for you."

Fletcher intertwined his fingers and softened his voice,

"I'm sorry that this is happening to you, Philip. It must be hard for you. Jake vanishing just like that, without a word, after risking a lot - leaving you with the aftermath. And now... here we are." He pushed the phone over the counter, Phil didn't move to pick it up - he chuckled again, but it was a weary and breathless sound this time.

"So this is what you are counting on? Appealing to my resentfulness, Mr. Fletcher?" the bar owner asked, hardening his tone, "can I just ask - is there some chapter like this in the FBI textbook? Something called maybe 'The investigation of the abandoned lover'?"

Fletcher didn't answer right away, still assessing the bar owners expression.

- "In my time, it was called 'The rejected mistress', these books are very old and outdated, Mr.Hawkins.", the agent answered cold, retracting to the last name base.

"So we can conclude this conversation with the statement that you don't have any information for us. Jake was here, vanished with no intention to come back." Fletcher folded his hands and lifted them weirdly towards Phil, who just nodded this time.

"Well...then I hope you won't mind if we check that for ourselves. Maybe you have missed something, Mr. Hawkins. I think our colleagues might be almost done with your apartment upstairs by now. We thought it to be appropriate to have this little chat here, while giving your customers some time to leave before we check these rooms as well."

Baffled, the bar owner drove a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and shaking his head,

"You got to be kidding! What exactly are you hoping to find here?" Fletcher had turned around on his heels, reassuring himself that there were no more customers inside the bar and waved a finger doorwards to signal the other investigators to enter.

"Traces, Mr.Hawkins", Fletcher twisted his lips into a half smile.

"Byron", he motioned his head towards Phil and Agent Mills reached into his jacket again, pulled out an envelope - most certainly containing the warrant - and handed it over the counter. Slowly Phil reached out, taking the envelope without looking at it.

"Who are you? His purse?!" he hissed sharply at Mills and turned away, walking outside the front door - not intending to stand and watch his bar getting turned upside down.

They wouldn't find anything. There was nothing here, that would lead them to the hacker. And why would they...?

Getting attached to someone leaves traces.

Maybe they overestimated his capability to get attached to someone, he wasn't exactly known for that. Neither was Jake, for different reasons - but still. How could they be sure, despite of the alleged 'intensity' of their contact, that there would be traces? What traces? Intensity - that was one! Intensity, memories, passion, withdrawal, ...traces. Damn it, Jake!

No. Wait. Not traces... - imprints. Leading nowhere. That is it.

Phil waited outside until it was over, until they all returned to their cars and slammed the doors. He shook the thin bundle of Agent Fletchers fingers without looking at him again.

Back inside the Aurora Bar it was solemnly silent. The bar owner stood still in the middle of the room for a while, considering if he should face the chaos they left behind. He didn't feel like it. Something was strange about all this. It didn't make any sense, why did they even come here?

"No fucking traces!" Phil shouted out to no one stretching out his arms.

Finally, he locked the front door, grabbed his phone and the envelope from the counter and turned off the lights.

As he walked up the stairs to his apartment, he couldn't shake the urge to understand the meaning of this - also there was an uneasiness creeping up on him and he stopped on the stairs. It all felt - unresolved somehow. There had to be more to it. But what could he do, standing alone in the stairwell? The door of the apartment was wide open, Phil walked inside and kicked it shut. Undecided he stood still again for a moment in the dark.

He didn't turn on the lights. The street light streaming through the windows drenched the rooms in a dim orange tone. It didn't look as bad as he thought, not like a tornado went through - fair enough, they had searched thoroughly. All his belongings were spread on tables, chairs and the floor - but in a sort of neat way, stacked and sorted. Turned inside out. Maybe they had taken some things, but there were no traces of the hacker, no messages, no photos. Of course not. They probably still didn't even know what he looked like in the flesh.

Slowly Phil set himself in motion towards the kitchen, that had a large window overlooking the street. All quiet now. Still staring out on the dark street, he put down the unopened envelope and phone on the kitchen counter.

Getting attached to someone leaves traces.

Phil crossed his arms and kept his look pinned out of the window. There was a slight prickle on the back of his neck...

No - fucking - way.

He felt a motion somewhere in the room behind him. Of course. The trace leads here.

"Why is it so dark in here?" a voice asked softly. Phil didn't answer, didn't turn around. The small lamp on the kitchen table lit up with a clicking and he could hear the creaking sound the chair made whenever someone was sitting down.

The bar owner lowered his head but didn't move otherwise. Stubbornly he tried to restrain his heart from throwing itself against his ribcage. His arms firmly locked around himself, he took slow, deep breaths fighting against his own anger, confusion and the longing to just turn around and let it all melt away.

"The door was open...I hope you don't mind," the voice had grown even softer, more hesitant as if testing the temperature.

Jake kept his bright eyes pinned on Phil's back and waited. He pulled the hood off his head and without an idea what else to do, he started straightening his hair - a rather useless effort, the dark strands curling up again.

It had all worked out - until this point. The hacker went over it again step by step. Changing the pattern of running to actually following the investigators - it was simple, simplistic even. And it had worked swimmingly, he just had to pick up the information and they led him right back here. In fact, they were not too late to catch him - but too early. Absurd, really. The hacker shook his head and smiled in disbelief.

So he had actually managed to come back - that's were the plan ended. In success. Yet it was now merely deflated by the fact, that he had not the slightest idea what to do next.

Jake's eyes were darting around. They really had taken this place apart. He bit his lower lip as the extend of the ramifications of his simple plan hit him with a sinking feeling in his stomach. What the hell was he thinking? Nothing much clearly, he cringed... No wonder Phil just stood there, silent and frozen.

Only now, the hacker started to question his own need to be back here - and it might be an entirely selfish one. He raised a hand to touch his temple as he always did when he sat contemplating. It was uncomfortably ambiguous, Jake had experienced an unknown stage of both exhilaration and mindsease - here with him. Somehow, it was all connected to that silent figure standing there.

It was true, Jake was never one to get attached to someone, he even seemed to have lost the need for it over the years. But then something about that Hawkins guy drew his attention and the hacker couldn't wrap his mind around it. Phil had met him with an unusual interest, not for what he did but for what he was apart from that - something even Jake himself had no grasp on. Though confusing and in a way challenging, it was easy to talk to him. The bar owner was never intimidated or even utterly impressed, like it usually happened on the rare occasions Jake actually talked to someone about himself.

It was annoying at first, the damn smugness! He tried hard not to care, but it was just too infuriating. And then intriguing. Jake found himself enjoying the attention, something he had always resented and kept meticulously away from him. Now, it put him at ease and excited him at the same time. Though Phil - confident at all times and seemingly fearless - wasn't impressed by the hacker, he sure was captivated somehow - by him, Jake. Strange. The hacker felt compelled to trust this guy. Even stranger.

And then something else had happened - a slight blush spread over the face of the brooding Jake. In fact, his memories were fractured and hazy. He remembered a kiss, smiling abscently as he did - it had taken him by surprise and then taken him over, taken him whole. And..., Jake shuddered - everything was blurred, too intense to recall what actually had happened. The world went away. Imploding, exploding - both...

"So..." ,

Phil's voice, though not harshly spoken, chopped into Jake's trail of thought like a hatchet. He winced, startled - almost forgotten that Phil was standing there. With wide eyes, the hacker stared at the other man, who had lifted his head but still refused to face him.

"... this was an announcement then," Phil stated, tapping a finger on the envelope. Jake frowned, took a breath to speak but then refrained, snorting.

"Now, now, Jake. You really should say something..."

Jake leaned himself on the table scratching his scruffy chin. "You are mad. I should have considered that. I must say, I really didn't," he would have added an apology but thought it might sound too pitiful, also he wasn't sorry.

"In fact, I was merely working out a way to come back here. Worked well enough...", he paused and flinched, "you know, this would be easier if you turned around. At least you can tell me to go to hell to my face," his lips twitched a bit and the hacker wondered if that was even true.

"Oh don't mind me, I prefer to hold on to my anger for a while here," came the answer in a sarcastic tone and the hacker frowned.

Truth be told, Phil wasn't even mad. He felt he should and tried to be - that damn hacker just sitting there, after they shut down his business for the night and rummaged through his place on the look for ...traces. And there he was, trapsing in, accompanied by a whole lot of trouble. But Phil couldn't be mad. Jake had a way in, no matter how much Phil tried to shield himself and cutting himself off from everyone, Jake just stumbled through it all.

"Well... fuck it."

Phil snorted and with a swift motion, he spun around, hoisting himself up to sit on the kitchen counter. He rubbed his eyes, wavering, before he finally fixed them on the hacker.

"You look like hell," Phil said after a while.

"Thanks," Jake smiled against his will.

The hacker's dark hair was messy and curling up in all directions, his face was pale with dark shadows under the eyes, on the collar of the black hoodie was a grayish streak of dust or paint. But Jake's gaze was sharp as ever, his eyes glistening with awareness.

"Aren't you going to throw me out?" Jake asked tilting his head.

"Very possible," the lack of conviction in Phil's voice made the hacker's ears prickle with raised attention, "first tell me, what exactly brings you back?"

"I'm actually not sure,"Jake leaned back on the chair and added, "some urge, I don't understand yet. Felt like a strong pull with you being the source of it," he held Phil's gaze with a glint in his eyes.

"May I observe," Jake lifted a finger towards the bar owner, "...you don't seem entirely unhappy to see me," a grin flickering on his lips.

"How endearing. And also - how full of yourself," Phil meant to sound indifferent but was smiling, wearily shaking his head. His dark hair fell over his face, sliding down from the counter - he looked annoyed and defeated.

"You think you are worth the trouble, huh?"

"I didn't say that," Jake frowned again and stood up from the chair, slowly dragging his feet he walked over to Phil.

"No, you don't think like that," the bar owner said pensivley, he lifted his head and looked at the hacker who came to a halt in front of him.

Jake could feel an apprehensive throbbing in his throat - understanding it was on him to overcome the distance, but how? The last time, he remembered, it was just sweeping him away. He didn't have to do a damn thing. But Jake understood that it had to be different now, his fault really - the air seemed weirdly charged.

Avoiding Phil's intense but stern look, the hacker pinned his eyes instead on the notch between his collarbone. Not knowing what he was doing, Jake lifted a hand and placed it right on this spot, a finger softly pressing down on the tail of the tattooed bat. He could feel the calm breathing of the other man, a steady heartbeat, and Jake was quite sure Phil's expression didn't even change a little.

"Didn't even realize that I got this far out of line," Jake murmured, grasped by disbelief over his own audacity.

"No, you don't think like that," Phil repeated. There was a smile somewhere in his eyes but Jake didn't look up.

"Too much trouble...," Jake shook his head and with a frustrated snort, he retrieved his hand. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain and winced in surprise as Phil harshly clasped his wrist.

"See, the thing about trouble is...- you have to see it through, Jake." He wrenched the hacker's hand around and released it at the same spot where it was before - finger on the bat's tail.

With narrowed eyes Jake glanced back at the bar owner, trying to read his expression - he didn't give away much. In a way, he looked like someone ready for a fight. The hacker pondered the situation, which was new and utterly unexpected. Again he searched his memories, only finding a very different set of circumstances. It had started with a kiss and then? Whatever had shattered his mind with an impact of sensation just...happened. Jake didn't cause it. At least he wouldn't know how he did it. A sinister smile appeared on the hacker's face - so that was it. He had to find the detonator.

Hesitant Jake placed his other hand just below Phil's chest bringing himself closer. Breathing in that familiar scent caused a compulsing glitch in the hacker's keen mind but he didn't let himself slip. It was important that he remained focused now. Phil was a tad taller than Jake and held his chin slightly up, deliberately keeping his lips out of reach. The hacker chuckled. Of course, he wouldn't make this easy. Gathering his will, he moved his fingers from the bat's tail up the left wing, feeling a pulse that was annoyingly steady - not matching his own shaking breath.

His fingers wandered further up and suddenly stopped at a spot between jaw and ear - feeling a very soft patch of skin. There was a twitch of the muscles underneath Jake's other hand on Phil's stomach, elevating the hacker's senses. His eyes fixed on the spot - where he struck gold.

A mischievous grin painted the premonition of success on Jake's face as he moved closer, letting his breath stream against the sensitive skin on the bar owners neck. Another eruption of tensening muscles reassured the hacker and he pressed his lips down on the spot, sucking the skin between his tongue and teeth, causing a sharp hissing sound to escape from Phil's lips. Jake moved his head back to take in what he had sparked off - only for a brief moment...

Like black ink pouring in, Phil's eyes grew wide, intensly darkening. The next thing Jake could feel was his own back crushing against a door frame and being claimed by furious lips, blazing a scalding trail down his neck and returning even hungrier to Jake's mouth, the taste of the tongue slipping in was sweet. There was that paradox again - a longing that had built up inside of him was finally eased and Jake wished he could linger in this kiss...why not forever? But at the same time, something fierce was waking up, an urge for more, for being consumed. The world seemed to have slipped away in the distance.

For another second, Jake fought for his mind not to leave him, but his will combusted under the rising heat and the sensation of eager hands digging under his clothes. Again, it all shattered, melted - Jake felt himself stumbling over something on the floor, an undeniable force shoving him backward. There was the sound of fabric stretching before it got torn away - leaving the bare skin at the mercy of hands, lips and teeth. Jake tried to hold on to something, clasping around but everything was moving, slipping away - the fall on the floor knocked the wind out of him for a second and he wasn't given time to catch his breath. His blood rushed out of his head and his nerves vibrated with pleasure that was almost painful, Jake was yielding to be devoured by this extasy.

A desperate sigh shook his chest and it seemed that the lips, that incinerated every single nerve Jake's body, started smiling against his skin. The hands that held him down softened their touch - though it gave him the chance to take a breath, putting his scattered mind back together, Jake's body kept quivering, trying to contain what needed release.

Phil let his hands travel back up from the waist and left them on Jake's chest for a moment - it was a tender and soothing touch, he bend over the hacker's face that was turned to the side, grazing his ear with his lips. The pressure Phil playfully put on the pelvis of the body lying underneath him caused it to squirm, and the pleading moans coming from Jake were too delicious. But as he felt the heart under his hands beating faster and faster, Phil let off him, leaning over Jake's ear again,

"Shh, shh..." he breathed, "I'm sorry, Jake - I'm sorry...can't let you get away that fast," he straightned and sat back on his heels smiling down on the hacker, who turned his face and opened his eyes. Jake blinked a few times until his vision was clear. Of course, he wouldn't make this easy. Jake lifted his head, understanding he furrowed his brows,

"You want me to put up a fight, huh?" his voice hoarse but steady.

Phil tilted his head, tracing muscles on Jake's stomach with his fingers, one by one - his touch growing less gentle again.

"If you think you can..."

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The bathroom mirror was still foggy but clearing up slowly while Phil stood there contemplating his reflection. He touched a bruised spot on his rips that had turned purple.

"Huh...it does leave traces."

#somehow missed this one! #hence late reblog 😶 #very nicely done!💚 #intoduskoutofdawn #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake x phil #duskwood jail #duskwood fanfic

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“I love those random memories that make me smile no matter what is going on in my life right now.”

— Unknown

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Lipstick Oneshot

     I cannot stop looking at that ruby ​​color on her lips, wondering what they must taste like. Do they taste like cherry? Raspberry? Or maybe red apples.

     I cannot believe I ran into her on my way to my new hideout. My heart is pounding.      I see how her lips rest softly on the cup, closing her eyes. How I envy that cup.      She looks at her phone with a smile, she is talking to Jessica and Richy. I had spent hours in front of the computer thinking what it would be like to see a smile from her outside of a screen. Now I know what it us like. And it is something that exceeded all my expectations.      I wish I could walk into the cafeteria, walk up to your table and say, “Hello, I do not think we have met, my name is Jake and I could not help but see how you were smiling. Is that funny?”.      Maybe later you, with your fun and mischievous attitude, would tell me: “Do you harass girls?” and I would laugh, because you are so smart that I am sure you would know who I am as soon as you saw me. But I would dare to answer: “I only look at what fascinates me.” It would surely make you blush for the first time and your lips would curl into a shy smile.      I watch as you run your tongue over your red lips, removing the remains of foam. The paint stays on your lips, which makes me think you want it to last all day, because tou like how it looks on you. My imagination exceeds wanting to remove the foam from your lips with a kiss. That simple thought makes me lose control of my emotions and my heart beats fast when I see how you gently brush your hair away. 

     You look up from your phone and that is when our eyes meet. Or at least, that is what I want to believe.      I swallow hard, approaching the door. I place my hand on the doorknob, preparing to open it.      The sound of police sirens in the distance makes me remember that ours cannot be. I cannot come in and buy you the coffee you are having. I cannot come in and talk to you like my life is normal. I can't kiss those red lips that tempt me so much.      I am walking away from the door, walking away from perhaps an opportunity I will never have again.      I get a message and I see that it is you: “Were you the one in front of the cafeteria window?”      A searing pain runs through my chest, knowing perfectly well what I have to write: “I do not know what you are talking about.”      It is a lie mixed with anger, because I know that I will take the memory of your lips, your eyes, your gaze, anywhere in the world. 

    But above all, I will take the blame for not having kissed you at that moment. 

#lyon amore #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfic #duskwood oneshot #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc

[zmayadw]

This is for the writers who feel like they don't write enough- because of jobs, because of exams and school, college, university and all that jazz. You are valid, what makes you a writer is that you love to create characters, plots and the like. It doesn't matter how much you manage to write. It's about the joy of creation and the comfort of knowing that this is all a part of you.

Your wips can and will wait if they have to. Don't stress yourselves out. Do what's important, take care of yourselves.

You are worthy.

You are valid

You are loved

#writing #writing positivity #reminder

[zmayadw]

*Mc and Jake in a room each bussy doing their work*

Mc: Jake?

Jake: Yes?

Mc: When you sleep, what do you dream about?

Jake: I don't have dreams.

Mc: Ofcourse you do, everybody have dreams.

Jake: I don't.

Mc: You saying, you don't remember your dreams?

Jake: No, I'm saying I don't have them.

Mc: That's impossible! You must have dreams, everybody has them.

Jake:....

Jake: Well, I used to, but not any more.

Jake: And beside, I don't need them anymore.

Mc *astonished*: But - but - dreams are something everyone needs!

Jake: I don't.

Mc *whiny*: Whhhyyy???

Jake:....

Jake*sighing*: Because I used to dream of being with you, and now that my dream came true I don't need any new ones.

Mc:....

Mc:.........

Mc:...................

Jake: All clear now?

Mc: Perfectly 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Sorry! !not sorry! 😁

I promise I'm done now! 🤭😉

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake

[zmayadw]

- Focus On My Voice -

Duskwood Jake x Fem!Mc Oneshot

A/N: This one is written (firstly 😉) for @dwkfan ! 💚

All right my dear, first let me say that I hope your dentist appointment went good ( all things considering! ) , and I'm sorry that I couldn't write this for you sooner, but I hope that this will still bring you some kind of comfort! 💚 Hope you (and the rest ofc 😁) will like it! Take care! 🥰💚

With heavy steps, Mc left her apartment heading off for her dentist appointment. She avoided doing it for as long as it was possible, but now even she knew it has to be done. Not to mention that it didn't really help as her anxiety was skyrocketing for days now, too.

Her steps got heavier the closer she was to the dentists place, and she was really considering to just turn around and go back home when a voice reach her ear "Hello, love."

She would recognize that beautiful voice anywhere, instantly deafening all other sounds around her.

She was so excited he was here, but when she wanted to turn around to face him the hacker quickly stopped her "Don't! Just keep on walking."

She didn' protest or anything, she understood why it had to be so. It was still risky for them to be seen together.

"What are you doing here?"

"Did you really think I would let you go through this alone?" the hackers voice was determine enciting a smile on her face.

"Well no, but I don't want you to risk your safety, either!"

The hacker laughs "Let me worry about that."

Although she adored his laugh she was still worried "Easier said than done."

"I know," he begins "but still, try."

They walked in silence for a moment before she felt him discreetly put something in her hand "Here, you know what to do with it."

She waited a few seconds before she dared to place her hand in front of her and examine the object in it.

With a smile and shake of her head, she take a little earbud and place it in her ear.

"Can you hear me good?" Jake's lovely voice humm in her ear and she smiles brighter "Yeah, I hear you perfectly."

"All right, so the easier part is done. Now let's get you through the not-so-easy part."

"I don't want to sound ungreatful here," Mc starts a bit sceptical "but you are aware I'm going to the dentist, right?"

"Yes, I know." the hacker replies a bit confused "What's your point?"

"My point is" she begins making an unaware gesture with her hand towards the ear occupied with the little earbud "I am going to THE dentist, I won't be able to talk, silly!"

The hacker laughs at it, and although she loved the sound of it, if he was next to her, he would be punched right now. And hard!

"I know you won't be able to talk, and that won't be necessarry either way."

Realizig she almost came to the dentists building her anxiety spiked and her brain couldn't focus enough, so she only managed to say "Elaborate, please."

Noticing the worry in her tone of voice the hacker starts softly "You just close your eyes and focus on my voice."

She stops in front of the dentists building and shudders "And you promise, you'll keep talking to me all the time?"

"I promise, love. I won't stop for even a second."

"I really hope that will be enough."

"I know it will." the hackers voice was reasuring enough, making her feel a bit more relaxed.

"All right, ready?"

She takes a few deep breaths before pushing the building doors and stepping inside "Ready as I'll ever be."

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

An hour later, she left her dentists place lighthearted and with a smile on her face.

"Jake? You still here?" she ask the moment her feet touched the pavement of a bussy street.

"I'm here, love." his entracing voice hummed to her ear, making her smile just get bigger. "But I have to go now, I already overstepped it, it's not safe any more."

"I know." she replies unable to hide the sadness from her voice and that smile vanishing from her face in an instant.

"Don't loose that smile, love. It looks beautiful on you."

She instantly stopped in a spot upon hearing his words, not paying the slightles attention to some pretty juicy curse words from a guy who almost bumped at her because of it.

"Are you - are you watching me right now?"

Her heart was beating frantically as she carefully scanned her surrounding in a hope to catch a glimp of him.

"Ofcourse I am," he chuckles "I told you, I'll always be watching over you."

And that was all it took for her smile to return, bigger than before.

"That's better." his voice hummed again in her ear as she slowly begins walking again.

"Thank you, Jake, for doing this despite all the risks. You have no idea how much it means to me."

"No need to thank me, love. I'm always here for you."

"I know." she replies "And I love you for it."

"Love you too, angel. All right, I really must go now. You know what to do."

And she did - so she took out her earbud and dropped it on the pavement in front of her, making sure to step on and crush it as she continued on her way.

"That's my girl." the hacker smiles as he watched her expertly do it, stealing one more glance at her beautiful smile before stepping out of his hiding place and getting lost in the sea of people in the bussy street.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fanfic #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake

[zmayadw]

I know you just wrote but my anxiety has been so bad this week like I’m talking horrible anxiety yk? And tomorrow I’m getting braces and I’m just panicking so bad about it. Could you write a Jake x reader about her getting braces and having the same situation as me? It could be him going with her if he found a way to get time or just comforting before she leaves and when she gets back. Whatever makes you comfortable. Thank you anyways take care 🩷

Heya there! 👋

First, let me say I'm really sorry to hear about your anxiety skyrocketing, and I hope you will feel much better soon! 💚

Second, and I feel really, really bad about saying this, but unfortunayely I wont be able to write that for you in such a short period/notice 😔 I really hope you can understand and won't hold it against me.

I'm sending you many encouraging hugs, and I wish you all the best! Take care! 💚

#ask/answer #ask #zmaya answer

[zmayadw]

- Unforgettable Lullaby -

Duskwood Jake x GN!Mc Oneshot

A/N: Hello lovlies! 😊 I hope you're all well and enjoyin your summer and that there are still some of you interested in reading some Duskwood content! 😊💚

It's nothing special, but I hope you will still find it likeable! As always, don't mind any mistakes you might stumble across, and happy reading! 😊💚

It was just another usual night for Mc and Jake - him lying with his laptop on his stomach, sharply focusing on the screen in front of him, with numbers and letter from codes reflecting in his eyes; Mc with a book in their hands, eyes hungrily jumping from one word to another and fingers excitedly turning page after page as the entrancing story came to its end.

With a slightly melancolich sigh, Mc close the book and place it on the night stand next to the bed.

By now, Jake got to know them so well, that by the time they lowered the book, he was already prepared - his laptop closed and sittuated next to him, left arm stretched and slightly lifted as he waited for Mc to turn and lay their head on his chest so he can hug them.

He just held them like that, silently, feeling Mc's body relaxing more and more with each slow and steady breath they both took.

"Another sad story?" he inquiers softly after he estimated enough time passed for their emotions over the book subsided enough.

"Yes, and no." Mc begins "The end was kinda saddish, but all in all, the book was really great."

Mc fall silent after that, and Jake knew better than to ask any more questions - during their time together, he also came to realization that if they wish to say more they would on their own.

He just let himself enjoy this simple, yet for him amazing moment, in which their breaths were perfectly synchronized, and no words were necessary between them.

"Do you remember any lullaby from when you were little?"

"A lullaby?" he repeats surprised at their unexpected question and chuckles "Where did that came from?"

He could feel Mc smile before speaking "It's just - it was mentioned in the book, and for some reason it got stuck with me. Just - just ignore it."

And in that moment he did remember- a melody he could never forget, even though the memory of some words faded. A seren voice of his mother, gently lulling him into dream world, and the soft touch of her palm on his cheek. Unforgettable, indeed.

"I do remember." he say after a moment, making Mc begin to feel a little bad, noticing a wistful tone of his voice.

"I'm sorry if this isn't something you want to talk about, it's fine. Just forget about it."

"Oh, no no, it's all right, angel." he smiles and give them a reasuring rub on the arm. "It's kinda like with your book, both sad and a happy memory. Well precisely, definitely more happy. It's - it's just that I haven't thought about it for a while, so..."

"Yeah, I understand what you mean."

They fall silent again, each lost deep in their thoughts.

"Would you sing it to me?"

It took a moment for Mc themself to realize what came out of their mouth, but before they could even say something Jake cut them "I can't."

"Ugh, just ignore me and my stupid brain, I wasn't thinking at all. Forget about it!"

They were already feeling like a fool, and when Jake started laughing, the feeling just got worse.

"I didn't say I don't want to," he quickly speak, as he could feel Mc's embarrassment without the need to see their face "it's that I can't, because I don't remember all the words of it."

"Oh, ok." was all they managed to say, that feeling of embarrassment still quite present.

"But I could humm it to you, if you'd like."

"Really?" They were so surprised with his offer, feeling happy as a little kid "I would love that very much!"

Jake chuckles again and pulls Mc closer "All right then, make yourself comfortable and close your eyes."

He waited for Mc to situate, and when they were both still for a few seconds, he too close his eyes and begins to humm.

And once again, the memory and images of his mother gently lulling him to sleep flood his mind, her seren voice softly echoing along his humming, enciting a blissful smile to his face.

As for Mc - the gentle humming and the sound of Jake's strong and steady heartbeats worked like a charm, and soon them too drifted off to peaceful sleep.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fanfic #duskwood oneshot #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake

[zmayadw]

just a reminder that people who create fanwork do not owe you anything. writing fanfiction, drawing fanart etc is entirely voluntary and something that should be done for fun!! putting pressure on someone to put out the next chapter of their fic isn't helping anyone, especially since most fandom creators are students and/or have a job, and also just. have a life. they have friends and family and things to do. and to people who create content, thank you!! you're appreciated!!

#reminder #fanwork #content creators