Something New Jake x Reader [Part 1]

Something New

Jake x Reader

{In which a long drop leaves you water logged and flying bulls point the way to your salvation}

You didn’t know what you were expecting on the other side of that door, but one thing was for sure, you didn’t expect what you got. You reached your foot out to be met with a galloping wind, there was no ground. You with drew from your step gaping as you looked out to a large body of water, the Ocean. “What the hell?!” You exclaimed as looked down to see the door had materialized in the air. “THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” You turned, still behind you was the blank void area you emerged from, you turn back to the sea. “What does he expect me to do?” “I expect you to have a fun journey, and I do apologize for this, I’ll try to make it up to you!” You heard Don say right in your ear. “Sorry for wh-!” He gave you a large shove and you went tumbling down to the waters below.

The water was freezing, chilling you to the bone. You took in as big a breath as you could before the crashing waves took you under. The water whirled and bashed into you slowly taking away your consciousness, but you held on, taking any chance you could to gulp down air before slamming back into the cold abyss. ‘I am going to kill that masked freak!!’ you mentally shouted as another wave hit you. You were going to die, you knew it, there was no point in trying to fight the inevitable. You only wondered why? Why would he make this deal, say he was sending you on a journey when he only planned to kill you? Crash! Another wave collides with you, knocking out the air you had left. You scrambled to regain it, but alas, the waves took you further down. Consciousness finally blinking away, Why? Why this? You closed your eyes.



                                                                          And then you died.










                                    No I’m just messing with you! For now, a perspective change would be refreshing!

Jake English is of simple folk, he enjoys hunting, movies, plants, riding monsters through the jungle, but most of all, he loves walks on the beach. Today of all days was the best to go out for a walk, all of the beasts that inhabit his home island had been very calm and the setting sky was beautiful and clear. Jake would be a fool not to take this opportunity to stick his feet in the clear sands of the shore. He leisurely wondered the beach, the sunset glistening on the waters. To Jake it seemed to be a view taken from the cinema, the only thing missing was some one to share it with. He gloomily smiled out to the ocean. “Jake old chap, you’ve been alone so long it seems you have forgotten how it feels to have companionship.” He sighed to himself.

The sound of many flapping wings jolts Jake from his stupor. Many of the bull fairies that inhabited the island had amassed in a small group, half a mile down the shore. Now, it wasn’t unusual for these small creatures to colonize, but they hardly if ever grouped in such large numbers, nor did they do this near bodies of water. Jake suspected that something had happened, and that he better investigate. He was in no hurry though, and slowly made his way to the mass of fling bovine. They swarmed around something that laid motionless on the shore, but Jake couldn’t quite make it out. He swished his hands this way and that, scattering the creatures until he reached the object. He soon realized that this was not an object, but a person.

He looked down in disbelief as a girl, seventeen, or around that age, (s/c) skin, (h/l) (h/c) hair, and she was beautiful. He knelt down placing the backside of his palm on her head, wiping away some of the sand that stuck to her brow. She was unconscious and her breathing was shallow. “Where did she come from?” He questioned out loud. He examined the rest of her, her shorts and shirt stuck to her damply, sand covering most of her along with some seaweed. Mulling it over he decided he could not just leave her there on the beach, especially in this state, she would die for sure. He scooped her up in his arms and began trekking down the beach.

She never stirred in her comatose state, only laid limply in his arms as he moved from the beach to a worn path of folded in trees that tunneled to the clearing holding Jake’s home. The area was heavily covered in pumpkin growth and leaves; in the center was a large sphere on a pillar with a tunneled door, the place Jake called home. He walked in, kicking a button on the side that closed the door behind him. He held her close as he ascended up the stairs to his bedroom, didn’t want to drop her. When he entered he placed her down on his bed slowly. He starred for a moment, was this really happening? No one had been on this island besides him for over ten years, not since Grandma’s unfortunate accident. For the first time since he met the sleeping girl, she moved, she shivered. Her damp clothing was rapidly decreasing her body heat.

Jake cautiously peeled of her shirt, blushing slightly as he tossed it aside to get washed later, then doing the same with her shorts. She laid there in her underwear, on his bed, and he was embarrassed, he needed something to cover you up with. Quickly he went to his drawers and tossed clothes around, finally finding an overly large shirt that belonged to his grandmother. He quickly slipped the dry clothing onto her form and wrapped her in his bed sheets. Next he went down the stairs and into the washroom. He filled a large bowl with warm water and grabbed a cloth. Bringing it up once more to his sleeping area and knelt down at the girl’s side and wiped away the sand on her face and arms. He plopped the dirty rag into the bowl and grabbed a chair, taking a seat by her side. All he could do now, is wait.