#letsfisticraft

[dgrocks-blog]

[PRVT]

Hey, Jake.

Got time enough to talk to your boyfriend?

[theprincesknight]

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[mlpkarkat-blog]

Oh hello no. Oh hell to the fuck no.

You're charging out of your apartment before you have time to really think about what you're doing. You run even though it's pointless, even though you're pretty sure you're out of your mind. This is stupid! This is impossible! Jake was going to an airport, he was probably already halfway there, and all you had was a bus pass and two feet. But you don't care. All you know is that your mind is screaming "Jake don't go" and your feet are too fucking slow.

You don't see Sollux when you run through the living room to the front door, and you don't care. You saw the posts he made, and you knew it was his fault. --Even though it wasn't. Not really. It was your fault. Your fault for being jealous, your fault for being petty, and your fault for hurting him.

You weren't going to let him get on that goddamn plane.

Out on the sidewalk, you are seriously about to tear the pavement up (and possibly your feet) and run to the fucking airport if you had to, but a voice stops you.

"Kk, over here."

You whip around, practically frothing at the mouth. You did not want to talk to Sollux. He was the last person on Earth you wanted to talk to right th--

He slams a helmet on your head and begins dragging you away.

"You're not gonna get there in time if you run, fuckwad," he snaps, climbing on his motorcycle and tugging you on. "You're paying for my ga'th when we get back."

You're bewildered and angry and your heart is beating too fast, but you wrap your arms around his waist and shout. "Just go, you asshole!"

"Th'uck my dick, KK."

The motorcycle peels out of the garage. 

*-*-*-*-*

You barely give Sollux time to park in the airport lot before you're off and running. There's a sinking feeling in your chest -- were you too late? Where even was Jake?! 

You power through your negativity and burst through the front doors, his name on your lips.

"JAKE!" you scream. People turn to stare at you, but you don't give a fuck. You're off like a shot, looking around for him wildly. "JAKE!!"

You barge through the halls, push through crowds of people, jumping over suitcases and luggage and the farther you go the deeper into despair you fall. 

You stop in the middle of a crowded room, on in front of the boarding lands for so many different crafts going to so many different places. You cup your hands to your mouth and scream.

"JAKE! JAKE!" Your heart is throbbing and there are tears in your eyes. You didn't mean to hurt him this bad. You didn't mean to fuck up. And now all you wanted to do was say you're sorry and you can't even do that right.

The tears roll down your face and you hate yourself. 

"JAKE! JAKE PLEASE!" you shout. "Jake... I'M SO SORRY JAKE, I'M SORRY!"

And you're crying, you're crying and fuck you people are staring and your friend was long gone, wasn't he?

[dgrocks-blog]

Jake.

Remember the conversation we had about pets.

[shadesparty]

lets-fisticraft started following you

sup

im dave

youre looking kind of down bro

you should see how many of those chocolate coins you can stuff in your mouth at once

just go for it

probubly cheer you up

[mlpkarkat-blog]

ON THAT NOTE. HEY, I REMEMBERED I HAVE A FUCKING BLOG. WHOOT.

WHERE'S JAKE.

[dgrocks-blog]

Jake.

Put the coffee down.

Your heart is going to explode if you have any more.

Think of your health.

[mlpkarkat-blog]

JAKE WHY