Fluffy Angst

Saved from suicide by the (now), and cuddles- Past Jake & Jasper

⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙/ 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 ^^⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠

𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚- 𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙢

𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠- 𝘼 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮

𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙚- 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠'𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝

𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧- 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙
꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚૮꒰˵•ᵜ•˵꒱ა‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

"Why are you being such an asshole!?"
"I don't 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸! I really 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞"
"You don't know? Oh, that's fucking rich"

Jake and Rome continued to yell and curse at each other, anger getting the best of them, like it has been recently.
Mark and Mitchelle stood on the side lines, watching silently as the two yelled. They knew better than to intervene.

"God! Your so insufferable! Fuck, why am I even friends with you?"
"You- You-..."

Jake froze, magic flaring and licking at his hands, that's when Mark finally stepped in, gently pushing the two away from each other

"Enough! Both of you"

Rome calmed down a bit, feeling his mate's touch, while Jake moved his gaze down to the floor, glaring at it while Mark scolded the two and tried to get an answer out of them, out of Jake specifically but he got no answer, all he really got was a weak, tired glare before the mage teleported off.
꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚૮꒰˵•ᵜ•˵꒱ა‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

Back in his room, Jake struggled not to cry, instead he growled and expelled some of the magic at his hands by throwing it at his desk, lighting it up in flames that only lasted for a second before going out, the desk quickly burnt to nothing but ashes within seconds.
He rested his back against the door and slid to the ground, covering his mouth with his sleeve as he shut his eyes

"𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵....."

He whimpered..

After a couple minutes, he heard footsteps and immediately got up, rushing to his bathroom and shutting the door, turning on the water, wanting to give the illusion he was taking a shower, not breaking down.
He heard a knock at his bedroom door, a vague voice, then another knock before his bedroom door opened.

Jake stood in front of the mirror above his sink, staring at himself as he listened to the footsteps get closer and closer to the bathroom. A soft knock sounded on his door, followed by Mitchell's voice