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Jake English:

That's when somebody swings around a support cable, takes you into their arms and jumps down to the pavement. You are quite sure that was like something from an action movie.

You look up to see the so called adventurer. His black hair is spiked up in a black fohawk. He grins down at you, bright green eyes contrasting against his tan skin.

"Sorry about that. That rail didn't strike me as a suitable place for a dame such as yourself." There's an undertone of an English accent to his cheery voice.

He may not have seen it as suitable, but you found it just fine. Frowning, you try to wriggle from his grip. He only holds you a little closer.

"Put me down." You demand in a monotone.

He looks into your eyes closely, forest green locking on a dulled (e/c). Shortly after, a frown crosses his face. He makes no move to return you to your feet.

Disregarding your wish, he shakes his head 'no'. You gape at him, then increase your struggles as he carries you away from the bridge.

"What the hell are you doing? Put me down!"

You shout at the guy and try to smack his arms away. He ignores every attempt you make to escape. Even if you dropped to your bum, you'd be glad to get out of his arms. You just aren't so lucky.

This stranger only stops walking once you're away from the bridge. You suppose it's good that he's not kidnapping you to some random place. Despite that comfort, you notice he still won't set you down. Losing hope of standing on your own, you resort to glaring.

"Righto! Now that we're away from there, I'm terribly sorry, but could you explain to what even brought you to climb up there in the first place?"

He's persistent. You ponder the thought of telling him. Maybe if you talk, he will leave. That's usually what happens. He can call you a dramatic teenager and leave.

"Fine," you sigh in defeat. Telling him might even make it easier. The pain always increases when you're ignored.

Your willingness doesn't bring a smile of triumph to his face as you expect. He just looks more focused as he watches you. His attention feels a bit strange. You decide on speaking into your lap.

"I'm sick of being hurt." You can already hear your voice becoming shaky. "I feel like I've been ostracized. Everyone I've put trust into has started to push me away!"

There's a growing lump in your throat, and the sting of tears pricks at your eyes. Oh jeez, you really didn't want to cry. It's even worse that he's watching.

"When I try to talk, just to rely on somebody, I'm ignored. I just want to smile again. I want to feel happiness again. I wish I could try and move on and be strong. It all seems so selfish, but I just want people I could go to!"

You've lost all control of your emotions. Tears soak your cheeks, sobs rack your shoulders. Your head is bowed, and you've unconsciously gripped the boys shirt for comfort.

The boy holds you tightly in his arms. He sways softly, rocking you in a soothing way. He makes gentle cooing sounds to try and ease your hysterics.

His efforts eventually bear fruit as you quiet down. Bit by bit your body calms down. The tears turn quiet with only soft hiccups remaining.

"Pardon me, but I would be more than happy to continue listening to you." His soft voice pulls you to attention. "And I'd like to work on that smile, if you'd let me."

You lift your head to look him in the eyes. Green orbs return your gaze, full of kindness and sincerity. Your mouth parts slightly in surprise.

"My name is Jake by the way. Jake English."

You feel like you've been shot in the chest. Instead of the pain of a bullet, you feel warmth. You must have sounded awful, but he stayed for every word. Even now with his offers, the spark is overwhelming. It brings a tiny smile to your mouth.

"I-I'm (y/n)." Your voice is quiet and hoarse, it barely comes out. You can't even hear it.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"(y/n), my name is (f/n) (l/n)."

He smiles at you sweetly. You return the smile and shift slightly in his arms. Jake's eyes widen with a start and he gently helps you to your feet. His face is beet red when he faces you.

"T-terribly sorry for my botherations, for your previous requests to be set down as well. I-I just-"

"It's okay."

Your words ease his flustered state. He settles with a light blush.

"Pardon, (y/n). Could I bother you to hang out some time?"

Your heart flutters happily.

"I'd love to hang out."

"Capital!"

---Two Years Later ---

Oh yes, 'capital' indeed. In your current state, you could beg to differ.

After becoming close friends with Jake, you learned he is the adventuring sort. With treasures gained through his escapades, he travels to adventure more. He even owns his own personal uncharted island. To say you were in awe would be an understatement.

Jake would disappear for weeks and come back with all sorts of scratches and stories. When he asked you to be his girlfriend, you were overjoyed. That's when you began escorting him to all corners of the world. That brings us to now, on his island.

Khaki shorts, (f/c) tank top, and no shoes. You lost them to quick sand a few minutes ago. Along with Jake.

You're searching for him, irritated that he ditched you to run ahead. He can expect an earful when you find him.

"Jake English! Where the hell have you gone?" You shout to the sky. Hopefully wherever he is he heard you. Adventuring isn't as fun to you without your companion.

"Jake!"

"Fuckin' shucks buster! Yes, (y/n)? I'm right here."

You just about jump from your skin when he pops up behind you. After regaining yourself, you whip around on him and stick a finger to his chest.

"Where the bloody hell did you go?" You growl.

"Egads, (y/n)! I was just running a bit of panache and swagger!"

Goodness you love his exclamations. No, you're mad right now. You push forward as he backs from your finger.

"I'll show you panache and swa-woah!"

More like panache and stagger.

You trip over a tree root in your path and crash into Jake. He tips back and you both go tumbling to the ground. You straddling the English boy.

You blush furiously, and when Jake notices, he grins. His strong arms wrap around your neck and pull you closer.

"Bravo! That was a spiffy presentation (y/n), but allow me to bequeath you some real panache."

Jake tugs you down the rest of the way. His lips meet yours in a deep kiss. You're so overly flustered, you don't even bother to put up a fight as he asks for entrance.

His delicious taste roams your mouth, his slick appendage exploring. You moan into the kiss. Previous anger drains as Jake runs his hands along your body to rest on your thighs, just below the cut of your shorts.

Finally you pull away for air. You pant heavily to refill your lungs. Glazed (e/c) orbs leering at moss green. Jake is smirking up at your flustered form.

"Double pistols and a wink, (y/n)."

Jake raises his hands into the form of two guns, and winks. You roll your eyes and hide your blush in his chest.

"Damn you English."

Description
Jake English:

That's when somebody swings around a support cable, takes you into their arms and jumps down to the pavement. You are quite sure that was like something from an action movie.

You look up to see the so called adventurer. His black hair is spiked up in a black fohawk. He grins down at you, bright green eyes contrasting against his tan skin.

"Sorry about that. That rail didn't strike me as a suitable place for a dame such as yourself." There's an undertone of an English accent to his cheery voice.

He may not have seen it as suitable, but you found it just fine. Frowning, you try to wriggle from his grip. He only holds you a little closer.

"Put me down." You demand in a monotone.

He looks into your eyes closely, forest green locking on a dulled (e/c). Shortly after, a frown crosses his face. He makes no move to return you to your feet.

Disregarding your wish, he shakes his head 'no'. You gape at him, then increase your struggles as he carries you away from the bridge.

"What the hell are you doing? Put me down!"

You shout at the guy and try to smack his arms away. He ignores every attempt you make to escape. Even if you dropped to your bum, you'd be glad to get out of his arms. You just aren't so lucky.

This stranger only stops walking once you're away from the bridge. You suppose it's good that he's not kidnapping you to some random place. Despite that comfort, you notice he still won't set you down. Losing hope of standing on your own, you resort to glaring.

"Righto! Now that we're away from there, I'm terribly sorry, but could you explain to what even brought you to climb up there in the first place?"

He's persistent. You ponder the thought of telling him. Maybe if you talk, he will leave. That's usually what happens. He can call you a dramatic teenager and leave.

"Fine," you sigh in defeat. Telling him might even make it easier. The pain always increases when you're ignored.

Your willingness doesn't bring a smile of triumph to his face as you expect. He just looks more focused as he watches you. His attention feels a bit strange. You decide on speaking into your lap.

"I'm sick of being hurt." You can already hear your voice becoming shaky. "I feel like I've been ostracized. Everyone I've put trust into has started to push me away!"

There's a growing lump in your throat, and the sting of tears pricks at your eyes. Oh jeez, you really didn't want to cry. It's even worse that he's watching.

"When I try to talk, just to rely on somebody, I'm ignored. I just want to smile again. I want to feel happiness again. I wish I could try and move on and be strong. It all seems so selfish, but I just want people I could go to!"

You've lost all control of your emotions. Tears soak your cheeks, sobs rack your shoulders. Your head is bowed, and you've unconsciously gripped the boys shirt for comfort.

The boy holds you tightly in his arms. He sways softly, rocking you in a soothing way. He makes gentle cooing sounds to try and ease your hysterics.

His efforts eventually bear fruit as you quiet down. Bit by bit your body calms down. The tears turn quiet with only soft hiccups remaining.

"Pardon me, but I would be more than happy to continue listening to you." His soft voice pulls you to attention. "And I'd like to work on that smile, if you'd let me."

You lift your head to look him in the eyes. Green orbs return your gaze, full of kindness and sincerity. Your mouth parts slightly in surprise.

"My name is Jake by the way. Jake English."

You feel like you've been shot in the chest. Instead of the pain of a bullet, you feel warmth. You must have sounded awful, but he stayed for every word. Even now with his offers, the spark is overwhelming. It brings a tiny smile to your mouth.

"I-I'm (y/n)." Your voice is quiet and hoarse, it barely comes out. You can't even hear it.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"(y/n), my name is (f/n) (l/n)."

He smiles at you sweetly. You return the smile and shift slightly in his arms. Jake's eyes widen with a start and he gently helps you to your feet. His face is beet red when he faces you.

"T-terribly sorry for my botherations, for your previous requests to be set down as well. I-I just-"

"It's okay."

Your words ease his flustered state. He settles with a light blush.

"Pardon, (y/n). Could I bother you to hang out some time?"

Your heart flutters happily.

"I'd love to hang out."

"Capital!"

---Two Years Later ---

Oh yes, 'capital' indeed. In your current state, you could beg to differ.

After becoming close friends with Jake, you learned he is the adventuring sort. With treasures gained through his escapades, he travels to adventure more. He even owns his own personal uncharted island. To say you were in awe would be an understatement.

Jake would disappear for weeks and come back with all sorts of scratches and stories. When he asked you to be his girlfriend, you were overjoyed. That's when you began escorting him to all corners of the world. That brings us to now, on his island.

Khaki shorts, (f/c) tank top, and no shoes. You lost them to quick sand a few minutes ago. Along with Jake.

You're searching for him, irritated that he ditched you to run ahead. He can expect an earful when you find him.

"Jake English! Where the hell have you gone?" You shout to the sky. Hopefully wherever he is he heard you. Adventuring isn't as fun to you without your companion.

"Jake!"

"Fuckin' shucks buster! Yes, (y/n)? I'm right here."

You just about jump from your skin when he pops up behind you. After regaining yourself, you whip around on him and stick a finger to his chest.

"Where the bloody hell did you go?" You growl.

"Egads, (y/n)! I was just running a bit of panache and swagger!"

Goodness you love his exclamations. No, you're mad right now. You push forward as he backs from your finger.

"I'll show you panache and swa-woah!"

More like panache and stagger.

You trip over a tree root in your path and crash into Jake. He tips back and you both go tumbling to the ground. You straddling the English boy.

You blush furiously, and when Jake notices, he grins. His strong arms wrap around your neck and pull you closer.

"Bravo! That was a spiffy presentation (y/n), but allow me to bequeath you some real panache."

Jake tugs you down the rest of the way. His lips meet yours in a deep kiss. You're so overly flustered, you don't even bother to put up a fight as he asks for entrance.

His delicious taste roams your mouth, his slick appendage exploring. You moan into the kiss. Previous anger drains as Jake runs his hands along your body to rest on your thighs, just below the cut of your shorts.

Finally you pull away for air. You pant heavily to refill your lungs. Glazed (e/c) orbs leering at moss green. Jake is smirking up at your flustered form.

"Double pistols and a wink, (y/n)."

Jake raises his hands into the form of two guns, and winks. You roll your eyes and hide your blush in his chest.

"Damn you English."