Part Three Of This Headcanon Series

Part three of this headcanon series

|| Part one, part two ||

• "What you looking at?" She smiled, setting the glass down, waterdrops running down around it. Jake shook his head in response, continuing to study every move of hers. Mc didn't mind; ever since they met, she learnt how to read him like he does with her. Without words and a lot of patience.

• Jake waited until the last spoon was clean too, then grabbed her hand, leading her out of the room.

• The symphony of night was played by a chorus of frogs and violin of crickets, the air fresh and crisp, full of the scent of the nearby lake. The street was quiet and peaceful as they walked in the dark.

• They didn't speak now either, but this silence told no story. Mc was forced to break it. "Let's go to the lake." She pointed in the right direction.

• They walked through the streets in silence, passing fewer and fewer houses. The symphony of the night grew stronger by the water, and the hissing trees and undergrowth joined in as well.

• Taking a seat on a nearby bench for a long moment, perhaps hours, minutes, years... they didn't know for how long.

• "Did you really mean it?" She asked, observing the surface of the water in front of her. "What you said in the morning." Her eyes darted over to the man, but he didn't move.

• Mc carefully slid closer on the bench until she felt his warmth on her skin. "Because when I'll say it, I mean it," she whispered. "I love you too."

• Kiss. That was all she remembered from that night, sitting on the bench by the lake, until her body began to cool down and his kisses could no longer provide enough warmth. Mesmerizing, intoxicating feeling of his lips against hers, closer than they have ever been, and she really didn't want it to end.

• She and Jake walked back to the hut, their fingers entwined all the way, and the woman wasn't the least bit concerned about what they will say to the others in the morning. Probably nothing; they will figure it out on their own anyway.

A silly headcanon about how I imagine the group finally meeting up in person for the first time. (Containing F!MC)

• When the group finally has the chance to meet up after the events in Duskwood have calmed down, everyone would travel wherever Jake and Mc are without doubt to ensure their safety.

• Jake, who makes sure everything's safe in the holiday home's area Mc chose out carefully.

• Both arriving hours later than the others, just so they could go unnoticed on the streets and bus at night.

• Barely entering the house, Mc would immediately find a mess of red hair in her face, arms holding her close. They kept whispering reassuring words and small news for long moments, Jessy hardly wanting to let go of the woman. By the end, everyone was hugging everyone, only Jake standing near the front door, only letting his sisters and Mc by his side.

• Quickly overhwelmed and overstimulated, the man was extremely grateful for Mc to hush everyone and make an attempt to usher them all to sit down on the couches and chairs in the connected living room-kitchen.

• Jake going all tense because Phil was there too. Not noticing at first, but sharing the same feelings as the black haired man, Mc quickly froze down as well. She knew she would sit between Jake and Jessy either way, and that gave her another reason.

• Never leaving Mc's side, the girls would sometimes have to close the oldest Donfort out of the room if they want to have girl talk.

• All five of them giggled and spread out on the beds in the girls' room, having a huge pajama party on the very first night. Even though they were in their twenties, they were gossiping and laughing like teenagers, and even Hannah was having a great time.

• At dawn, when all of them fell asleep except for Mc, she sneaked down to the bottom floor, carefully entering the only bedroom down there. For Jake's sake, she looked for a three-bedroom house so that he wouldn't have to sleep with Dan, Thomas and Phil for two whole weeks.

• As she closed the door behind her, she saw a slumped figure on the bed leaning towards his laptop. Jake was working even there, paranoid that someone was after them. Mc was at least as worried, but she lacked these skills to fall into complete paranoia.

• They sat silently next to each other in bed, watching the rising sun, and when it hurt too much to blink, they allowed themselves to close their eyes. Just for a moment.

• Mc jolted up in a room covered with bright sunlight at hearing a huge clatter from the kitchen, while someone grunted "fuckshit". Glancing down at Jake's black strands on her shoulder, she stayed in bed, not looking for the unfortunate person who had probably woken up the whole house by then, except for this man who was fast asleep next to her.

“writing fanfics is something I do in my free time for fun. I will not treat it like a job and will instead treat it like a hobby because that’s what it is.”

also how it feels being a fanfic writer:

Glad to know we suffer as a community. I love Tumblr.

i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

Imagine: the Duskwood group meets up with Mc and Jake, they go around the city a lot where they are staying at for a few days.

Jake was totally all over with them going on sightseeings. Madly anxious and paranoic. Scared. After a while, he gave up on checking each place and its security system properly, and Mc happily acknowledged, that maybe with this she could start a process. A process where the man finally gets enough rest, even if not completely safe, but not in great danger either.

And Mc cares about her friends more than anything. Friend... right?

I need some gut-wretching, sad, traumatizing short stories or headcanons about Jake and Mc to make me sob and finish some headcanons.

Give me recommendations, please.