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i moved jakob again, to my multimuse @liarecursive .

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sxdere‌.

     there it is.  the slight hesitation in jakob’s voice was enough to set jason on edge.  he doesn’t exactly know what is making him feel this way,  but he’s going with his gut at the moment.  he leans against the counter,  casually fixing up the display as he has the phone tucked up against his ear.  ❛  roman doesn’t know.  ❜  already he’s not pleased with whatever this was.  ❛  jakob,  you’re asking me to lie to roman …  you owe me,  okay?  whatever it is,  just check in on me alright?  at least someone will know.  just tell me about this whole … thing.  ❜

     “ i  already  left ,  he  isn’t  home  yet .  i  just  don’t  want  him  assuming  the worst ,  and  i  can’t  just  say  hey  baby ,  my  brother  got  a  mystery  call  from  derry  and  then  killed  himself ,  so  now  i’m  going  to  maine  instead .  roman  would  throttle  me  through  the  phone . ”  a small laugh at his poor excuse of a joke, before he felt tears burning his eyes again.  “ and  ask  him  to  call  patty ,  please ?  and  make  sure  she’s  okay . ”

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brkmans‌.

                of course he can tell the difference between a real piece and a fake. it’s fairly obvious, if you knew what you were looking for. and why- why- would barry try to hide it if he had nothing to hide? that was his first mistake. sweat begins to bead at his neck, but the man remains calm. he’s a good liar, a great one; this situation can be saved. ‘uh, yeah. yeah, man, i’m… i’m fine,’ words would sound convincing if he wasn’t hiding a pistol in his belt. ‘it’s for protection,’ he explains, at the risk of sounding crazy. barry gives the man a side glance. ‘just in case. this state’s open carry, isn’t it?’

     “ you’re  bleeding . ”  he’s keeping his voice quiet, making sure no one is too close to eavesdrop in on their strange little back and forth.  a breath is taken and cut short, eyes nervously glancing to his face and meeting his gaze.  he could feel his heart sink a bit.  “ or  maybe  it’s  not  yours ?  i’m .  i  don’t  know . ”  way to cover your ass and fail, jakob.  the excuse was expected, it was a natural thing to say after being spotted with a gun.  nobody could prove you wrong, especially when he didn’t know his own state’s laws.  he really needed to brush up on it.  “ i  think ,  i’m  not  sure . ”

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@dcrryborn​  said :   "Don't let me do the same mistake twice. Let us leave this town together. It scares the shit out of me to ever forget about you again."

     the confession catches him off guard, sky blue hues wide as he looks up to the other man.  for a split second, he things jeff is joking, expecting him to start laughing and break the silence like he did so often.  but that moment didn’t come, and the serious tone of his voice and the expression of his face didn’t budge.  “ you’re  serious . ”  it’s not a question, and jakob already knows the answer.  

     he hated that he had to stand on his toes to be able to kiss him.  that if jeff lifted his head just far enough, he couldn’t reach his lips at all.  tall bastard.  but it didn’t deter him, not this time, hand tangled in the fabric of the other man’s shirt to make sure he could have a proper kiss.  something that emulated how to felt, how he wanted to hold him close and never let him go again.  his head was reeling, full of a whirlwind of memories that he’d only regained in the last two or three days.  it scared him, scared the shit out of him to think that when he went back home, he’d forget again.  he didn’t want to forget this.  he didn’t want to forget jeff. 

     “ yeah , ”  jakob agrees, nodding and breathless, leaning into his chest to listen to his heartbeat.  “ together . ”

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herobelieved‌.

                  ❝  DUDE,     don’t  be  gross.     It’s  not  at  all  like  that  !  ❞      A  crush  ?       On  a  guy  ?        NO  WAY.      His  mom  would  strangle  him,     if  Bowers  didn’t  do  it  first  !      So,     naturally  ―  he’ll  vehemently  deny  it.

                  @jakoburis​  ||  SC.

     “ you  sure ?  you  don’t  sound  sure . ”  it was more of a tease than an accusation, grin curling the corners of his lips no matter how hard he tried to hide it.  “ because  if  you  don’t ,  i  might  go  for  him . ”

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salemcursed‌.

@jakoburis said "can i walk with you?"

Michael wasn’t sure where he was off to, all he knew was that he needed a BREAK . He needed to familiarize himself with the town around him instead of HYPER FOCUSING on the PAST . It had been nearly two years since he had WOKEN UP . Two years of CONFUSION , two years spent REFUSING to accept what happened.

He was walking AIMLESSLY through town when the other’s voice CUT him from his thoughts. When he turned his head he noticed a STRANGER , someone he had never seen before in his life. His brows knit in CONFUSION as he eyed the other down. It takes him a minute to respond, UNSURE of what to say.

“ I’m sorry... do I know you? ”

     he hated this town with every fiber of his being, especially trying to traverse it at night.  the last time bowers and his gang of fuckboys had caught him outside at this time, it ended in bloodshed, and he wasn’t a fan of having to go down that route again.  jakob might not have known the other, but whoever they were, they were a better option than running into the town bullies.  

                            “ can  i  walk  with  you ? ”

     he takes a soft breath at the question, a small smile forming across his features.  “ oh  --  right .  sorry .  i’m  jakob , ”  he offers softly, head tilting,  “ so  now  you  do . ”  the smile changes to more of a grin.  maybe being a smart - ass wasn’t the best way to get an escort home.  “ i’m  just  trying  to  get  home  safe .  last  time  i  walked  alone ,  i  got  a  busted  lip  and  broken  nose .  can  i  please  keep  you  company ?  i  only  live  four  blocks  from  here . ”

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wasbraver‌.

in all honesty, things could be a lot worse—–and eddie knew that. of course, that doesn’t stop the fucking panic attacks; it never fucking does. it wasn’t easy to explain, either. he didn’t even know where to begin. but he’s trying to focus on jakob and not his own brain, forcing himself to look at him at nowhere else as he takes his inhaler with a grateful nod. he hates that he relies on it so much, even though they both know he doesn’t need it. with shaking fingers, he takes the medicine to his lips and pumps it, eagerly, angrily. eddie’s disappointed in himself for appearing weak; especially when he fought so hard, for so long, to prove he wasn’t. 

     “ there  you  go ,  you’re  okay . ”  his voice is soft, not trying to convince eddie that he’s fine, but that he’ll soon be fine.  once he’s taken a puff from the inhaler, jakob takes it and caps the end, setting it aside before both hands come to take either side of eddie’s face.  he’s forcing him to maintain eye contact, taking slow breaths, coaxing eddie to breathe with him ;  gentle, slow, careful.  “ can  you  talk ? ”

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hiistrionic‌.

“ hey, don’t worry, “ jeff urges the other trying to not think too much about this whole thing. he’d seen far too much of people pushing others around in derry. the world was unkind in derry maine. luckily, nachos was by his side, so the usual bullies would fuck off away from him because of his dog.       “ you can just borrow nachos for a few days if they keep bothering you. he has a good defense mechanism of showing his teeth if people start being awful, “ he comments, not even caring that they’re sitting on the boy’s bathroom floor as jeff’s cleaning the wound area on jakob’s cheek.  / @jakoburis​​ —- STARTER CALL.

     it wasn’t the first time he’d waited out the shitstorm of bullies in the school by sitting on the bathroom floor, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last  --  it also wasn’t the first time he’d cared for wounds on his face from fights, but this was the first time he’d ever been cared for.  it felt nice, and there was a slight sense of ease that came with every touch, even finding himself leaning into the others hands at times.  eyes glanced to the bloody paper towel in jeff’s hands, though only briefly before blue eyes were looking back to his face.  high school was when you learned who your real friends were, he supposed. “ no  thanks ,  but  i  appreciate  it .  i  was  just  outnumbered . ”  no, it’s because henry fucking bowers is stronger than you and you know it.  “ you  think  i’d  be  used  to  it  by  now ,  huh . ”  a half smile, bloodied lip throbbing under the stretch.

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kasprisk‌.

@jakoburis​

         “i could have another but i probably shouldn’t…fuck it.” 

     “ if  i  have  to  carry  you  to  the  car  when  you’re  done ,  you  owe  me  one . ”  it doesn’t stop jakob from taking another shot in solidarity.

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braveryinfear‌.

  A SNARL follows. Inhuman. Something that frightens Eddie, himself, because the sound is drawn from his own throat. From deep within his chest, like a warning. 

     “DON’T! Don’t get closer– Jakob, please–” 

  Tongue darts out to lick at his bloodied lips, not his blood– then WHO’S? Why is he covered in blood in the first place? And the closer, Jakob gets, the stronger that SCENT of iron gets. Similar, yet so different from the red that’s soaking his skin. 

     “You have to leave. NOW” 

  Voice is becoming slightly more steady, more feral– HUNGRY, and it makes him wonder just what exactly, he’s gonna do if Jakob doesn’t turn on his heels. He’s not gonna hurt him– is he? 

  All he wants is that warm, metallic red in his veins. A taste. 

     if jakob was honest with himself at this exact moment, he’d say he was terrified.  horrified even at the state his friend stood before him in.  this wasn’t the eddie he knew, this  ...  feral creature with wild eyes like a cornered animal.  it unsettled him, and he wanted nothing more than to turn and run, to hide  --  but he couldn’t, and he wouldn’t.  no, this was still his eddie, and he refused to leave him like this.  he’d never forgive himself.

     jakob jumps as the other man raises his voice, though brief, and it doesn’t deter his steps.  an attempt to swallow his fear, taking another step closer, and another, hand outstretched.  he’d always had his doubts that eddie was sick, but he wasn’t so sure anymore.  “ please let  me  help  you , ”  his voice is soft, though wavering,  “ i’m  not  leaving  you  here  like  this ,  eds .  you  need  help .  you’re  sick ,  okay ?  you  need  to  go  to  the  hospital  or  ...  something . ”  he wasn’t sure what exactly he needed, but he was determined to find out.  “ we  can  go  back  to  my  hotel  room ,  and you  can  take  a  shower ,  okay ?  please . ”

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loverslanetm‌.

Edette would not have went back to derry if someone payed her though. Her mother dying did take a toll on her. Being in her thoughts about her Twin sister she didn’t notice someone was just about to walk into her until he actually did. “ Oh no no , don’t worry.” She smiled at the other a little , She did get a little on her coat though she wore all black so it wouldnt be too noticable “ It’s Okay , really.”

     “ no ,  it’s  --  i  got  it  on  your  jacket ,  didn’t  i ?  i’m  so  sorry . ”  jakob was completely disregarding her sentiment, and worry way too much over the wet spots in the black fabric.  offering her a napkin without a second thought, hoping it would help, though he only had one left that wasn’t completely soaked in coffee.  god, he was so embarrassed. “ can  i  get  you  a  coffee  or  something ?  or  did  you  have  enough  of  mine ? ”  it was a poor attempt at humor, but  ...  he had to lighten the mood somehow.

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brkmans‌.

                shit, now he feels bad. doesn’t like the way jakob drops his head, stares at the blankets like a wounded puppy. lips purse, remote is laid back in its original spot, and barry stares at the man as he leans back against the back of the sofa. he doesn’t want to talk, doesn’t want to have a conversation. he wants to listen for any sound around them; stay alert, in case they were found out, and someone decided to break straight through the window. but looking at his ward, basically a prisoner thanks to whatever he was running away from, and barry felt the burn of guilt in his chest. what’s wrong with a little socialization? for one, it wasn’t his job. for another, he didn’t have much to say, didn’t know what to talk about besides his job, and jakob didn’t need to know those details. then again, as stated before, barry’s a listener- jakob could talk, barry could listen. what was so hard about that?

                ‘sorry, uh, i don’t… i don’t talk much,’ barry leans forward, pushes the half filled glass of water sitting on the lopsided coffee table further toward the man who now laid his sad head down on a grungy pillow. and he did look very sad, teary eyed and quiet. the hitman adjusts himself in the sofa, picking at a few threads coming loose from the cushions. ‘especially not to, like… my clients? usually fuches gets passed the case, i do the hit, we get the money, and that’s it, so i’m not really… used to this kinda thing,’ unaware if it was a good enough excuse, he glanced around the place, brows furrowed slightly, lips pursed. ‘this place is a shit hole, right?’ he says, more to himself than to jakob. ‘we’ll stay here today and move tonight. th’next place is… probably better. can’t really get worse than this shit.’

     to hear that barry felt nearly as uncomfortable and out of his element as jakob did help ease the weight sitting on his chest.  from what it sounded like, and what he’d gathered so far, barry was a hitman plain and simple.  he didn’t do bodyguard gigs, didn’t do protection contracts.  but here they both were, letting silence settle between them, though jakob sincerely appreciated the effort to converse with him.  his gaze lifted from whatever rickety piece of furniture he’d been focused on at the moment to the other man, allowing himself to take in his features.  he looked tired, like he’d ended up in a place he hadn’t expected twenty years ago.  sharp features and gaze alert.  that was comforting.  why was he even having a tantrum about talking in the first place?  did he want to socialize more than stay alive?  that seemed to be the case, and it had jakob’s brows furrowing together.  what were his priorities besides survive this shit storm he’d tossed himself into?  he didn’t have anything else on the list yet.

     “ no ,  it’s  --  please  don’t   apologize . ”  that was the last thing he’d wanted to hear, that he’d guilted him enough to feel the need to say sorry.  it hadn’t been his intention, and he could tell he’d made barry uncomfortable with it.  sitting up enough to hold his weight with one arm, the other takes the glass of water, wetting his throat with a few sips.  “ i’m  not  either ,  if  that  helps  at  all . ”  though he’s sure it doesn’t.  jakob is sitting up proper now, legs folded under him, head tilting as he watches the other man.  they’d both already been awake all night, and more questions popped up as he thought longer on it.  “ when  will  you  sleep ? ”  it was the main thing he could focus on, something that seemed monumentally important compared to the other inquiries floating around on the inside of his skull.  in his own profession, asking questions got you further along, so suppressing that instinct was proving a bit difficult.  “ i’m  not  that  tired ,  and  the  sun’s  coming  up .  i  could  sit  up  for  a  couple  of  hours  so  you  can  rest . ”

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avemvigilate‌.

stan’s phone is resting face down on the kitchen counter when it begins trying to valiantly buzz it’s way off the edge.  he turns from the stir fry he’s keeping an eye on to scoop it up, glancing at the screen.  patricia calls ‘ anyone exciting? ‘ in a dry voice, because it’s usually a business call - she makes a please noised when stan informs her that it’s jakob, asks him to say hi before switching places with him.  he answers the phone as he walks into the dining room where it’s a little quieter.

❛ hey, jay. ❜ stan’s voice is warm, if a little more distant than it’s perhaps meant to be.  they don’t talk much, that’s all.  ❛ how are you? ❜

     hearing stan’s voice felt good, though the dull ache in his chest didn’t dissipate just yet.  he’s standing, beginning to wander aimlessly through his apartment, as he  --  and most people  --  often did when speaking on the phone .  “ hey , ”  he hums softly, watching his feet as he meandered across his living room.  “ i’m  not  bad ,  just  wanted  to  catch  up  with  you .  maybe  see  what  you  were  doing  on  the  fifth  and  see  if  you  wanted  to  come  visit  for  a  little  while .  it  would  mean  a  lot  to  me . ”  his voice grows a bit more gentle, more hesitant as he speaks, chewing at his lower lip.  “ i  ...  might  have  gotten  engaged .  and  we  might  be  having  a  party . ”

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trashmouthtm‌.

     to be honest, richie had stopped paying much attention to the movie because he was slowly dozing off anyway so his glasses coming off wasn’t much of a bother to him. it was welcomed even. how could he not be comfortable and cozy in jakob’s arms? he had already been sleepy when they put on the movie but the consistent warmth from the other and the soothing hand in his hair was enough to start sending him off to dreamland. his eyes slowly opened at jakob’s question and felt somewhat bad that he had even suggested putting on some old scary movie from when they were kids. but he knew he wouldn’t have the focus to try and stay up to finish the movie with him even if he tried, so he nodded at the question, “yeah, m'sorry. i probably should.”

     another kiss is pressed to his head, more to his temple, hand cradling the other side of his jaw before the backs of his fingers curled against his skin.  every touch was intimate, soft, gentle.  as if they both thrived off of it, they both needed it.  “ don’t  be  sorry . ”  jakob’s voice is soft, nearly a whisper and he’s not letting go of richie just yet.  the hand under his shirt trails a bit lower, the soft pads of his fingers toying with the hem of his pants.  “ i  just  know  you  were  up  early  today ,  i  don’t  want  you  being  burnt  out  tomorrow  because  of  a  movie  --  or  ending  up  with  a  kink  on  your  neck  from  sleeping  on  me  again . ”  fingers pinch his chin, turning richie’s head so he can kiss him properly.  now he’ll let him up, carefully unfolding his glasses and placing them carefully back onto the frame of his face.  “ at  least  we  can  sleep  in  tomorrow ,  right ? ”

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@deityfear​.

     how long has it been since lilac had gotten a visitor that wasn’t ronnie? weeks? months? it lost count but it also knew that it had better time with ronnie than with anything else that stepped foot in it’s forest. still, the news that ronnie was sick had upset the creature as it’s eyes went narrowed and it stood taller than it was a moment before. 

     it wanted to know when ronnie would be back, soon wasn’t a good answer. shaking it’s head it let out a grunt of displeasure even with the knowledge of jakobs name. 

     it was as if it was throwing it’s own little temper tantrum. stomping it’s feet in retaliation, claws digging into the ground with each step, spiked tail whipping back and forth behind it wanting it’s answers now.

     when lilac presented bigger, taller, more dangerous, jakob could feel himself shrinking down.  blue eyes wide, praying silently that this wouldn’t be the last breath he drew.  he didn’t want to die in here, and he sure as hell didn’t want to be eaten to nothing by ronnie’s beloved pet cat  ...  demon.  “ oh ,  god ,  oh fuck  --  okay ,  okay  --  listen ,  i  --  i  don’t  know  when  he’ll  be  back.  he  said  he  had  a  chest  infection ,  but  he’s  on  medications .  he’s  getting  better ,  i  swear .  he’ll  be  back  as  soon  as  he  can . ”

     another step is taken back, more hastily than he meant to  --  the heel of his boot catching a root and causing him to fall back.  oh, this wasn’t good.  how long had it been?  how long did he have to stay here?  “ sorry ,  i’m  --  if  they  let  me  out ,  i  can  talk  to  him ,  okay ? ”

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dcrryborn‌.

“I don’t remember you’d have to pay me for spending time with you.” He joked, looking down at the darkish curls of the other male. “Well as much as I remember so far, I guess.” Jeff patted Jakob’s hands as his smile grew wider as he walked along towards the cafe. “Needed to make sure you’d fit nicely. I’m good. Life had its typical ups and downs. How about you and the rest of the family?”

    “ i’ll  make  an  exception  for  this  time .  or  if  you  want ,  you  can  make  it  up  to  me  and  buy  me  dinner  tonight .  how’s  that  sound ? ”  his head is cocked to the side, a playful smile radiating from his features.  “ it’s  been  okay ,  i  really  can’t  complain .  stan’s  fine ,  he’s  married  now .  mom  and  dad  still  live  in  derry . ”  he doesn’t let go of jeff’s arm until they’re at the cafe, opening the door for the both of them.  he fully planned on sitting at the outside tables once they were done ordering  --  or if they ordered at all?  the menu looked completely different, but what could he expect after so long?  thankfully they still had his favorite cinnamon and vanilla latte.  he paid for both of their drinks, and led jeff back outside to have a seat at a metal grated table on metal grated seats.  “ i  wanna  know  everything .  where  are  you  working ?  did  you  go  to  college ? ”

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hcarved‌.

amusement tinges his features before he can stop it, head shaking.     “no– god, no. me, in the fbi? that feels like a disaster waiting to happen,”     had he thought of it as a kid? too many times. but designing, creating… that was where his heart took shape.     “new york. that’s where it all happens, but i moved to nebraska about… five years ago, now. it’s just a lot calmer.”

     “ a  disaster ?  no ,  no  way .  you  would’ve  been  amazing  at  it . ”  his voice carries a heavy reassurance, smile sincere ;  he had no doubts that whatever ben wanted to achieve was entirely in his grasp.  he had never been afraid of hard work, of doing his research, of completely dedicating himself to every interest he had.  it was admirable, honestly.  “ do  you  like  living  in  nebraska ?  or  are  you  getting  bored ? ”  a teasing chuckle, knowing it was a break - neck change from new york, but it seemed like an all - too - natural change of pace.