50shadesofjakemckenzie

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i miss writing

drop a prompt and request if you want :-) my masterlist is quite jake filled which is no longer relevent (i still cry). literally miss endless summer so much tho wow

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hi i’m alive

does anyone actually still follow my account lol

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AH IM CRYING

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Brainstorming the last Endless Summer chapter ever 🙀❗️

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the return of furball truly symbolises everything great about the end of the choices drought welcome back lil fox welcome back active fandom

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I swear vines have completely changed my sense of humor, I rarely laugh at funny TV shows but I saw a “road work ahead” sign the other day and started cracking up because I remembered the “uh yeah I sure hope it does” vine

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jake to the judge and lundgren when all he did was call lundgren garbage, puff some smoke, and called himself patriotic

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reblog if you want a cute letter from your favorite choices character in your inbox!! also comment your character!!

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Tulip and Delphinium for the flower ask?

my lucky number is 5!my star sign is aquarius.. sometimes i think it suits me, other times not so much. depends on the day LOL

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💐 25 flower asks

rose - describe your crush.

cherry-blossom - do you believe in love at first sight?

daisy - what’s your best childhood memory?

daffodil - which colour suits you best?

peony - do you put more value in honour or truth?

iris - favourite 90s song?

sunflower - sun or moon?

narcissus - your best physical feature?

freesia - are you still friends with the person you considered your best friend two years ago?

orchid - favourite fruit?

violet - have you had your first kiss?

gypsophila - do you prefer many distant friends, or a few close friends?

gerbera - neon or pastel?

carnation - does true love exist?

alstroemeria - dream vacation?

anemone - were you ever interested in greek mythology?

cymbidium - sexuality?

rhododendron - what’s your biggest fear?

tulip - lucky number?

gladiolus - who do you look up to most?

snapdragon - favourite mythical creature?

hydrangea - proudest moment?

heather - what’s your favourite musical?

delphinium - what’s your star sign - does it suit you?

ginger - least favourite food?

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replace one word of your url with bitch

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oh heck yes

topgunmckenzie (a jake mckenzie fan club by @jakemckenzic​)

members:

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@princessmckenzie

@endlesswoods

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@angelschoices

@jakeandleosprincess 

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@neonschoices

@endlessflame

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@mara-s17 

@jakelovesmc 

@choicesruinedmylife

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@hiswhiskeylullaby

@crossingworld 

@renamckenzie 

@cheesepots 

@pbmychoices 

@raventear 

@lahuertasprincess 

@twilight4701 

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@livinthechoiceslife 

@heyy-angel

@topgunsprincess

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yo I'm pretty DANG excited for Bloodbound idk about y'all

honestly I'm so down for vampires why am I like this

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i’m so ready for jake and mike to hug each other for a really long time. i think i’m gonna spontaneously combust.

i think i’ll join you in spontaneously combusting

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The Vampire Diaries (Endless Summer AU)

OKAY SO LIKE I DONT KNOW IF ANYONE WILL LIKE THIS OR IF IT’LL BE TOTALLY STUPID!! Let me know :)

M/C is Taylor in this! (Jake x MC)

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I awoke to the blaring of my alarm clock. My hands rubbed ruthlessly at my eyes, dreading the first day of my junior year. After a few more moments, I managed to shut off the obnoxious sound and escaped the comfort of my wonderful bed. 

Quickly getting ready, I took a few moments to write in my diary for some form of emotional release.

Dear Diary: Today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say, “I’m fine, thank you. Yes, I feel much better.” I will no longer be the sad little girl that lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through. 

My mind drifts to my parents, but I don’t allow my thoughts to linger for very long. If I was so desperate to get past this, I’d have to try much harder than I had been recently. If not for my sake, for the sake of my brother Diego and my aunt Lila.

I shove the leather bound book into my backpack before slinging it over my shoulder. Hurrying down the stairs of our beloved home, I stop briefly in the kitchen to grab an apple. My aunt Lila is busy on her laptop, dressed impeccably, likely for another job interview.

“Where’s Diego?” I question her, glancing around the otherwise empty kitchen. She shrugs, her eyes still trained on the lit screen before her. 

“He left a while ago, something about getting to school early,” She explains, pulling her focus from the laptop screen. Lila stands from her seat at the kitchen table rushing towards me, a bright smile across her features as she engulfs me in a bone crushing hug. “Have a great first day, hun. If you need anything, let me know!” 

I flash her the first fake smile of the day before pulling away from her tight grasp. As I leave the safety of my home, Quinn’s car is quick to pull up to the sidewalk. She excitedly waves at me from the interior of her new vehicle, motioning me to quicken my pace.

I do as told, holding onto the strap of my backpack as I rush towards her car. She props the passenger door open for me, a squeal escaping her lips as I slide onto the leather seat. I flash yet another fake smile as she begins to emphasize her excitement for junior year.

She finally asks the dreaded question, “How are you doing?”

My practiced smile plays at my lips, “I’m fine, thank you.” She frowns immediately at my response, knowing damn well that I was far from fine. 

Instead of pressing on the subject she begins to talk about her time spent at her grandmother’s house her the summer. “So Grams is telling me I’m psychic. Our ancestors were from Salem, which isn’t all that,” As she continues, we pass the town’s cemetery and I can’t tear my gaze from the sight. Just the smallest glance towards the place and I’m transported back to the car crash, then to the hospital, then to their funeral.

I turn back towards Quinn, attempting to feign interest and optimism. Thankfully, we soon arrive at the high school, Quinn carefully maneuvering her vehicle into one of the open parking spots. As we clamber out of the car, I’m quick to catch sight of many familiar faces.

My neck cranes as I hope to find Diego, but unfortunately, he’s nowhere to be seen. I sigh as I fall into step with Quinn, the pair of us nearing the dreadful prison. The two of us chat about nothing in particular, Quinn focusing on the lack of attractive boys.

As I position myself near her locker, allowing her to collect her books, Michelle is quick to approach us. She engulfs me in a tight hug, “Oh my God, it’s so good to see you!” Her chocolate brown eyes quickly search mine before turning to the red-headed girl beside me. “How is she? Is she good?” She questions as if I wasn’t even there.

“Michelle, I’m right here. And I’m fine, thank you.” I say with a plastered smile, causing Michelle’s features to brighten in return. She hugs me once more before releasing me to rush to her first period.

As she leaves, I catch sight of Diego rushing into the bathroom, tears in his eyes. I whisper to Quinn explaining the situation before following after him, unashamedly entering the boys bathroom. Boys immediately seem to groan uncomfortably at the sight of me, but I only roll my eyes and yell at them to leave in response.

Diego stands in front of a mirror, his hands gripping tightly at the sink in front of him. Immediately I rush to his side, my hand rubbing comfortingly at his back. 

His breathing is ragged, causing me to take long exaggerated breaths in order to encourage him to follow along. Ever since the accident, Diego’s anxiety and depression had only intensified. He struggled to socialize with anyone other than Lila and I, so I could only imagine how this atmosphere was affecting him.

As his breaths slowed and became much more regular, I pulled my palm from his back. “Are you feeling any better?” I question quietly. Diego nods, a small smile playing at his lips. 

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” He states gratefully, pulling me into a hug. I nod into his chest before escaping his grasp, looking at him one last time. He smiles once more and I watch him exit the bathroom, leaving me alone for the first time today.

I rub my hands over my face, savoring this final moment to myself before strutting out of the bathroom straight into a stranger. “Pardon me,” The deep voice states, as I step away. He was gorgeous, for sure. A black leather jacket hugged his toned body, his bright blue eyes seemed to shine as he pushed his shaggy blonde hair from his forehead. I watch as his eyes dart from me to the bathroom door, “Is this the men’s room?” 

I laugh nervously as I try to come up with some response, “Uh yes. It’s a long story,” I manage to choke out with a laugh. We stumble around each other as I make my way towards my first period, looking over my shoulder in order to steal one last glance at the handsome stranger.

At the end of the day, I find myself at the cemetery once more. My feet lead me to my parents’ graves and I sit at the head of them, fishing my diary from my bag. I begin to write about the day and how meaningless it all was. 

Suddenly, a crow flies above me until it lands upon their headstone. It shrieks loudly as fog seems to fill the dampened ground beneath me, the eery setting sending chills up my spine. I stand from my spot, attempting to shoo the bird from the gravesite, wanting nothing more than to escape the ominous scene. As the bird flies away, I can’t help but shake the feeling that something, or someone, was watching me.

I couldn’t explain it, but I no longer felt safe here. I scramble to shove my belongings back into my bag before sprinting away, my feet pounding against the slanted ground. My breaths quicken as my heart seems to race, my thoughts solely trained on escaping. However, my clumsiness prevails as I trip over a tree root. I feel my ankle scrape against the ground, but I’m quick to pick myself up.

As I glance around, I turn only to be met with the handsome stranger I encountered at school earlier today. His blue eyes are filled with concern as they focus on me. “Are you okay?” He questions quietly, as if we weren’t the only two people in the area. I gasp, struggling to catch my breath after the short run.

“Were you following me?” I question in return.

He is quick to respond, “No, I just saw you fall,” 

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “And you just happen to be hanging out in a cemetery,” I say, skepticism laced within my voice.

“I’m visiting family here,” He explains, his voice solemn.

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry, it’s the fog, it’s making me foggy. And back there, there was this bird and it was all very Hitchcock for a second. That is the bird movie, right, Hitchcock?” As the words tumble from my mouth, I can’t help the laughter that escapes my throat. I’m pleased to see the stranger smile at my apparent nerves and simply smile as well. “I’m Taylor,” I finally manage to introduce myself.

“I’m Jake,” He states in response.

I smile, “I know, we have history together,” 

“And English and French,” He retorts, causing my smile to widen. He glances towards my hair, cautiously pulling a leaf from my tangled strands. My cheeks redden at the small interaction, and I thank him quietly. I compliment him on the large ring adorning his finger and he explains that its an heirloom.

“Did you hurt yourself?” He suddenly asks.

I shrug, before propping my foot so I can pull up my pant leg. Not at all to my surprise, a cut resides right above my ankle, fresh blood oozing from the spot. I notice Jake turn away suddenly, as if revolted by the sight. My eyebrows furrow, “Are you okay?” I question.

His voice turns cold as he responds, “You should go, take care of that,”

I shake my head, assuring Jake it was nothing but a scrape. However, as I pull the material back down and stand up straight, I’m confused to see I was utterly alone. Jake was nowhere to be seen, it was as if he disappeared into thin air. I was completely perplexed, but also completely intrigued.