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MC: So… what would you do if you were in bed with me? Jake: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? MC: Yes. Jake: I'd sleep.

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Jake: I owe you one. MC: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨‍❤‍💋‍👨

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Eric: How do you type so fast? MC: Anxiety.

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*when he finds out about Adam* Jake, to MC: Stop saving the world. Find a hobby.

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Thanks for making me smile today. 🤭

Beautiful

Jake's eyes are dark when you meet his gaze. You tilt your head from where you sit on the couch, asking, "What?"

Jake shakes his head and resumes typing on his laptop. But after a few secends, he looks up again.

You raise an eyebrow. "Come on. What is it?"

Under the dim light of the living room lamp, you catch a slight rosé colour dusting Jake's ears as he clears his throat. He stares at his laptop screen again, but his fingers arent't moving anymore. "There's... an error."

"An error?" You frown. Sitting up straighter, you put your phone down on the small round table.

Jake nods, still not looking at you. "With my heart", he mumbles, so lowly that you're sure you'd have missed it if you hadn't watched his face so intently.

His words make you chuckle. "And why is that?"

"Because you make my heart race." Jake's voice may be quiet when he meets your eyes, but his gaze is sharp. Focused. It makes your skin tingle when he adds, "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"I... well. Aren't you charming today", you mutter, feeling your heart tumbling in your chest as Jake's lips curl into half a smile.

"I'm always charming."

"You're a nerd, that's what you are."

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Jake's eyes glint, his smile turning into a little loop-sided grin that you can't help but be endeared by.

You lean back into the couch and open your arms. "Yes. Now, come here. I wanna cuddle, Mister Charming."

Jake chuckles lowly and closes the laptop. "As you wish."

I needed something sweet and short because I had a bad day. Enjoy!

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*when he finds out about Adam* Jake, to MC: Stop saving the world. Find a hobby.

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I think this is what @pennyl4n3 is talking about!!! Thank you so much for this, Digi. I don't know why I read this just now, but oh my god, the butterflies! This is so beautiful. 😭😭😭

I started working on this idea over a month ago, but I scrapped it because I couldn't get the words right. This time around the words just flowed easier. I decided to keep it non-gendered, my first attempt at writing something intentionally non-gendered throughout the writing process. Please forgive me if it didn't work and I'll go bury my head in the sand. 😅

Disappear

A Jake X MC one-shot

⚠️ Mention of a date rape drug.

You weren't even sure what you were doing there at the local night club costume party. Somehow your friends convinced you to go, to get you out of your rut.

“It’s been months since you even considered another human being, never mind the last time you had any!” they said.

So what? What was wrong with that? Other people just didn’t appeal to you anymore, not like he did. You tried connecting, but it was never the same. How on earth was a stupid costume party going to change that?

“You can be whoever or whatever you want to be! Be free!” they encouraged.

Yet you were low on cash so the thrown together black cat costume was literally the best thing you could come up with. So nuch for being whatever you wanted to be. You didn’t expect much out of the other costumes... until you got there.

Oh the costumes! You wondered if everyone else had personal tailors and make-up artists. You instantly felt worse in your cheap cat costume, but your friends wouldn’t let you back down. They dragged you over to the bar for the special cocktails of the night.

“No one cares! A few drinks and neither will you!” they pushed.

Sure, a couple of drinks in, you started to feel the buzz. As your friends dragged you to the dance floor something on the opposite side of the venue caught your eye.

The mask.

No, it couldn’t be. It was your mind playing tricks on you. You were seeing what you wanted to see. He was in the wind and running from his pursuers. He wouldn’t be at this silly event.

Or someone else had the same shoe string budget you had and the Guy Fawkes mask was the best thing they could come up with. Yes, that was it. That made perfect, logical sense. Logic was the only thing that kept you from going crazy.

The alcohol was flowing through your system now, you began to relax and fall into the rhythm with your friends on the dance floor. Your friends encouraged some guys to join in despite your hesitation. The music, the alcohol, the pressure, it all started to become too much. You had to leave the floor to get space.

Your friends, the guys, they followed.

More drinks were bought as the small, introduction chat started. Slowly they started partnering up. Yours kept trying on you. He seemed nice enough, but you knew it wasn’t the same. Your friends kept egging you to give him a chance. One by one, the partners split off to either go back to the dance floor or elsewhere. You were stuck with yours. He was really trying hard now, but the alcohol still wasn’t making you forget your past. It sat on you like a fog that wouldn’t lift. Another drink was bought. Your head started to swirl, so many voices in your head telling you to just leave, stop trying to move on, it will never be possible. Just a bit more drink, then you would forget, right?

A hand blocked you from taking that next sip.

“Don't drink that,” the voice connected to the hand spoke.

The hand pulled the glass from you and dumped its contents on the ground. Your eyes followed the hand, which was connected to a black hoodie and the mask.

“Hey! Get lost, loser!” your ‘partner' yelled, getting right into the face of the mask.

“The only loser here is the one that feels the need to use drugs,” the mask hissed. “The police have already been informed you are up to your old tricks.”

The guy reeled back, “Who the fuck are you?”

“My identity is irrelevant,” the mask replied, the words rung in your head. “You have chosen the wrong mark. I have everything I need to destroy your life. Don’t waste our time. Just go.”

“I'd do as he says,” you sneered. “Because he’s not kidding, even if I think his end for you is too tame.”

“What, are you working together!?” The guy spat on the mask, then left.

You grabbed a napkin and wiped the mask as best as you could with your hand shaking with anger still.

“Thank you,” you muttered.

He took your hand. One pulled the napkin from you and wiped the mask himself while the other held yours. You tried to catch the eyes behind the mask, but the lighting was too poor. Your heart raced. You oh so wanted it to be him behind the mask, but you were so afraid of it not being him. That was a level of pain you couldn’t handle on top of everything else tonight.

“Sorry, I was reading your messages again,” the voice spoke quietly. “A costume party provided a unique opportunity.”

“To hide your identity,” you smiled.

“And be anonymous,” the mask nodded.

“If that’s the case, I'll gladly go to every costume party out there,” you said hopefully.

The mask laughed, “I’m afraid they'll start to notice your strange behavior.”

You frowned, “Just tonight?”

“I'm afraid so,” he nodded solemnly. “They’re still monitoring you.” He saw your depressed expression. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning on making this more difficult for you. I wanted to see you again, but I couldn’t tolerate what I saw him do.”

“You expect me to forget tonight!?” you narrowed your eyes at him. “I could never!”

He sighed, “I suppose not.”

“They’re not watching in here? Take me with you! Make me disappear with you!” you insisted.

“MC! You have your whole life. I could never take you from that!” he protested.

“What life? I've been a walking zombie since you’ve disappeared! Nothing in my life has felt real anymore!” you argued. “Just a few days! Just so this isn’t just a blip!”

“MC, my life isn’t easy. It is full of unknowns,” he lowered his head. “But if I say no, you’re going to recklessly follow me, aren’t you? Even if it puts you in danger?”

“You bet!” you smiled.

He groaned and looked around the room, “Then we better leave while it’s still crowded. Stay close to me.”

You followed your hacker as he weaved through the crowds. He glanced behind a few times to make sure you were keeping up as he led you to the backstage area and out the side exit to the alleyways. There were a few people mingling there. Some were involved in their own illegal affairs so no one was too interested to look at the other. You shivered as your body started to acknowledge the cold, night air. Your hacker noticed and immediately took off his hoodie to give to you to wear. He still wore his mask, but now you could see his chin-length black hair draping on either sides of his mask. You longed to run your fingers through it.

You were led through a maze of alleys and abandoned buildings to a half-constructed office building. The construction had been abandoned, but had housed a number of drifters and vagrants as evidenced by the remains and graffiti. He led you up so many flights of stairs that you had lost count. Somewhere near the top, he opened the stairway door to a half-completed level. In the completed side you could see his computers and monitors set up with wires snaking along the floor, connecting to the construction’s power supply. In the uncompleted half you saw his meager furnishings overlooking the city skyline. The view took your breath away.

While you stood in awe of the view, he reached for his mask and pulled it away. You turned to look at him finally. His eyes met yours and he was so much more than you could’ve imagined.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jake,” you smiled.

He smiled back, “The pleasure is mine.” His expression suddenly soured. “This is very selfish of me. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Jake, I haven’t felt this alive in a very long time and we've interacted for less than an hour,” you assured him. “I told you it doesn’t matter where we are.”

Jake smiled shyly and moved towards you slowly, still a bit unsure. You moved in as well to meet his lips halfway in a tender kiss that sealed your fate. That was the moment you knew you had made the right choice and no one could tell you otherwise.

In the days and weeks that followed, your identity slowly vanished, records disappeared into the ether. You became an unknown that couldn’t be traced. None of your family and friends ever saw you again, but you did leave them subtle messages to let them know you were ok. As more challenging as life was on the move, you were never more nor alive than you were with Jake. It was a life you'd never give up.

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Last fake screenshots in the series! What all the Jake simps have been waiting for! 😏

I don't own either image. Sources unknown. And no, they're not even the same model... 🤫

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I'd like to read it too! Help.

I need Duskwood "old" fandom to help me.

I'm looking for a one shot in which MC goes to a costume party (maybe Halloween? Not sure) and there she finds Jake, wearing his Guy Fawkes mask, hiding in the crowd to get to meet her.

I don't know if who wrote it is still here but I'd really like read it again 🥺🥺🥺

Tagging for help and fingers crossed

@hacked-by-jake @justjaned @mirajane01040 @digital-corruption @duskwood-legacies @yuvon-augold79 @ravenclawofduskwood @duskwoodraven @reds-ramblings @geocait0815 @47gaslamps @rw47vr-key @ephemeral-sorrow @athelonewolfuniverse @jakeforever @jakey-girl01040 @duskwoodgirl4life @humblechumbble @renneiscent @agorejessstone @duskwoodddd @barracuda677 @escapethewonderland @itsnotzka @incorrectnessduskwood @julesthoughts @one-and-only-po @zmayadw @booklover-01040 @i-desire-jake @procrastinatingrobin

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MC: Have you eaten today? Jake: …I had a Monster— MC: Have you drank any water? Jake: …I had a Monster—

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Poor Jessy 😔

Broken

:(

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So like if I can whip this up in half of a day in Photoshop, surely Everbyte can use this concept for the sequel, right? Maybe if I spam these all over the internet someone will make it happen...🤔

Uhhh, I don't own the background, but I couldn't find the original source. 😅 Jake icon modified from Duskwood icon.

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Right??? Jake is life-changing, indeed. Welcome to the club haha!

YOU GUYS HAD THIS ALL THIS TIME AND I WAS JUST HAPPY ABOUT THE SMILEY FACES

i am so happy i spent those 7€ because this has completely changed my life.

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🚲🥰.

You are such a sweet anon! Yes, let's ride bicycles together!!! 😍 Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, we'd get the chance to interact in person haha. Thank you so much for the ask! 🥰