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#I love the jay white era
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I know ldpdl thick as FUCK under them grandpa sweaters
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xiaojaan · 2 years
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Livin' in a daydream.
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dreamsandflowers · 2 years
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hoonvrs · 7 months
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CIGARETTES — s. jaeyun smau
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PAIRING jake x fmr
SYNOPSIS where university student jake develops a little crush on the girl he sees with a cigarette between her lips in the smoking area and decides he needs to impress her. how else would he do that except calling his smoker friend to teach him how to smoke ( spoiler: it doesn’t go so well. )
GENRE smau, fluff, crack, sprinkle of angst if you read it upside down, golden retriever x black cat duo
FEATURING ( enha ) all, ( ive ) gaeul, yujin, ( nct ) chenle, jisung
WARNING smoking [ don’t smoke kids ], swearing, kys/kms/suicide jokes, friendly bullying, dirty/sex jokes ( more will be added if necessary)
STATUS completed
TAGLIST ( CLOSED )
S. NOTE JAKE MY MANNN ( hoon look away ) as an 02z girl i finally have an smau for each bias so i feel v complete
also please don't spam like as it shadowbans me and lessens engagement <3
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PROFILES
virgin mary’s | smoking HAWT | privs
CHAPTERS
01 BI yourself
02 we found love in the smoking area
03 life is roblox
04 you white whore
05 jake you beautiful bastard
06 are we rush houring rn
07 it’s the dawg in me
08 yuh :3
09 the brit
10 what if i was suicidal .
11 here comes christian bale
12 i don’t trust him. weird fella
13 give us another sonnet english boy
14 bros from yapan
15 he thinks he’s a 90s babe
16 i’m just a girl
17 i’m sat.
18 go piss girl
↳ extra: did life360 tell you that.
19 i got my peaches out in jojo
20 okayy little miss poet
21 i’m built different
22 WAHHHHHHW WAAHHH
23 i want you
24 why are u bricked up
25 PUKA PUKA POW POW
26 jake in his flop era
27 this is getting too homoerotic
28 they go low i go lowER
29 inshallah he will eat
30 hello ross lynch
31 filthy omega
32 u r sobir. die (+written 0.8k)
33 she shoiodv be inde clubbb…..
34 when he makes you his girlfriend
35 can’t take me anywhere
36 noo you’re so sexy haha
37 no. (+written 0.7k)
38 i feel so kawaii today
39 come home fat
40 wasn’t very dabatayo of you jay.
↳ extra: it’s actually dattebayo*
41 ur man can’t drive manual
42 i Want you so bad
43 hawk putuh
44 okay blondie
45 though shalt not fail, but prevail
↳ extra: random
EP1 upset my girl. i’m gonna Kms
EP2 im not smoking that shit
EP3 OUR girlfriend ☭
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heesbaby · 6 months
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VERBOTEN - LEE HEESEUNG
TEN; good girl
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authors note! smut warning!! hi hi sorry for the lil wait! this is a lot of plot w a lil smut,,, but jay era is upon us!! I was going to make it more detailed but I want to save all the for heeseung hehe ^^ lmk what u think! no update tomorrow since I'm out all evening so next update will be friday i hope that's ok! tysm for all the love, ily all a lot! word count is 2.5k ^^
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It was past ten in the evening when you and Jay stumbled into your apartment, arms tangled around each other as you tried to shush one another when you tripped over a pair of shoes.
“Shh Jay,” you giggled, tugging on his shirt a little to bring him closer to you once the door had shut. “It’s late already.”
He grinned cheekily, dipping down to kiss you once again. Jay hadn’t wasted time after dinner, kissing you in the street before he took you back to his car to continue. He quickly found out that you were a great kisser, already finding himself addicted to the way you tasted and needing to feel more of you. It’s why he didn’t think twice when you asked him to come back to yours, he didn’t think about the connotations of that. All Jay could think about was taking you to bed as quickly as possible.
“Sorry,” he mumbled against your lips, not sounding sorry at all. “Is Heeseung home? Don’t want to wake him.”
Your heart jumped at the mere mention of his name, it was pathetic how much he affected you even when he wasn’t there, “he said he was staying at work late tonight, we’re fine.”
“Thank fuck,” Jay groaned, bending down a bit to grip your thighs and hoist you up into his arms. You gasped a little as your legs instinctively went to wrap around his waist, arms on his shoulders to steady yourself. “Which room is yours?”
You gestured over your shoulder to the bedroom closest to the kitchen, Jay carrying you over there quickly and kicking the door closed behind him before pressing you against it. His hands were gripping your skin tight as he kept you pressed against him, your lips smothering each other’s needy and desperate moans.
“Fuck YN,” Jay said, his head bowing down to kiss along the skin of your neck and chest, nipping occasionally. “This outfit had me hard the moment I saw you.”
His fingers dipped under the fabric of your skirt, grabbing handfuls of your ass whilst keeping you held up in his arms. You’d found an outfit that fit Jay’s description, some black thigh high socks with little bows paired with a black pleated skirt. That was what your wardrobe mostly consisted of anyway so it wasn’t hard to find. You paired it with a long sleeve t shirt with lace detailing, a tiny bow on the collar. You could tell how much it had affected Jay when he first saw you, his jaw going slack and his confident aura disappearing.
You grinded your hips down experimentally, feeling his hardened cock through his trousers as he did his best not to drop you whilst you squirmed. His breath caught in his throat, helping you to grind against him whilst his forehead dropped to your shoulder.
“Jay please,” you whined, gripping his shoulders tight. “Do something, I’ve been waiting all night.”
“Oh yeah?” He stepped backwards, walking the two of you towards your bed before laying you down, hovering over the top of you, “tell me princess, what have you been waiting for exactly?”
“Do I really need to spell it out for you?” You rolled your eyes, hips pressing upwards until you could grind against him once again just to rile him up. You were pushing his buttons, you wanted him to snap.
“Mind your fucking attitude,” Jay replied, hands pushing your hips down against the mattress so that you couldn’t move, his grip tight enough to cause bruises. That phrase alone had your brain returning back to Heeseung, the stern texts he sent you never failing to make your stomach churn. “You’ll take what I give you since you can’t be fucking patient.”
He flipped your skirt up a little until he could see your white lace panties, a spark of excitement shooting up your body with anticipation. His fingers danced over the fabric, snapping the band against your skin a few times to tease you.
“Going to fuck you in this cute little skirt,” he mumbled, moving down your body until he was face to face with your cunt. “Make sure every time you wear it you’ll be thinking of me and how good I’m going to make you feel.”
You couldn’t even speak as his fingers traced over your cunt, rubbing you through the lace until a large wet patch stained the fabric due to your arousal. His eyes flickered up to your face, smirking when he saw your eyes rolling back just from a simple touch. You knew exactly how to boost his ego.
“God Jay please,” you leant up onto your elbows to look at him. “Stop teasing me and just fuck me already before Heeseung gets back.”
“Shit I forgot about him,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your thigh in apology just above your socks. “Sorry princess, I wanted to take my time with you but I also don’t want to get interrupted by my cock block best friend.”
Before you had time to think about the older boy, Jay was back over you with his cock buried into your cunt. He was fast and hard, Jay wanted you in every position until your mind was numb with the pleasure.
His favourite was from the back though, his palm pressing between your shoulders to push your face into the mattress as he fucked into you from behind, your skirt bunched up around your waist. You wanted to tell him he could go in raw, but he insisted in using a condom and you were glad he did in the end. It would’ve been too intimate without.
“Oh fuck princess,” he groaned, leaning down over you as he grinded his hips against your ass, slapping it harshly before pulling back to thrust roughly into you. “Pussy’s so fucking good, so tight. Just letting me fuck you the way I want, you’re such a good girl.”
You cried out loudly at the pet names, Jay hitting deep inside you with each thrust until you were seeing stars. He fucked you until you were no longer thinking about your roommate, until you were no longer thinking about all your previous times in that exact bed with your ex-boyfriend, until you only felt pleasure and nothing else.
“God Jay,” you pushed back against him, ass flush onto him until you felt his cock kissing your cervix. Your third orgasm of the night was close, the first time he’d had you cum around his cock in missionary as he sloppily kissed you, his spit dripping down your chin. The second time he’d pulled out and had you cum on his tongue, holding your shaking thighs apart with a tight grip that had little red marks etched into your skin.
The third one was fast approaching, his chest pressed to your back as he slowed his thrusts down to a grinding against you which had you shivering in pleasure. He reached a hand round to rub your clit in small circles as his other grabbed your face, pressing your cheeks inwards, pulling your face towards his a little to kiss your once again.
“Cum for me princess, let me feel how good I make you feel,” he groaned into your ear, his hips jerkily moving as he tried to stave his own orgasm off long enough. “Fuck, that’s it, squeeze my cock. Good girl.”
You kissed him hard as you came, muffling your moans into his mouth as he pressed his cock into you a few more times before coming himself, flooding the condom full. You were incredibly grateful in that moment, because Jay came a lot, you’d have been cleaning that up for days afterwards if he hadn’t. You couldn’t deny how much you wished you could’ve felt his cum dripping out of you, but maybe you’d have to save that for another day. Or another person.
“Fuck me,” Jay sighed, slowly pulling out and rolling to the side to give you some space. He smoothed a hand down your back a few times, “you ok? I wasn’t too rough or anything was I?”
You wanted to tell him he wasn’t rough enough, but you decided to keep that to yourself. You were satisfied, that’s all that mattered to you. Maybe now you would be able to hang around Heeseung without being insatiably horny for the next few weeks.
“No, it was good,” you looked over at him, hyper aware of how your makeup had likely started to melt down your cheeks and your hair was definitely a mess.
He smiled softly, a contrast to his cocky demeanour from the rest of the night, and leant over to kiss you a few more times. He lingered his lips on your forehead for a few seconds before pulling back fully, “wait here a second, I’ll get something to clean us both up.”
You let Jay wipe your body down, gently removing your skirt and thigh high socks for you and helping you into some comfier clothes that consisted of an old sweatshirt and some shorts. It was a usual outfit for you when you were at home because you noticed how much Heeseung loved it, his eyes never once leaving your plush thighs when they were on show.
“I should head off,” Jay said, returning from the bathroom after throwing the towel in the hamper. He was back in his original clothes now, shirt a little more crinkled than it had been previously. It was nearing midnight and you knew Heeseung must be arriving home soon if not already.
You nodded, smiling up at him as you two stood awkwardly in your room. This was always the worst part, deciding how to end the hook up without promising anything you couldn’t keep. Jay rolled his eyes, laughing before tugging you forward into a hug.
“Let’s keep in touch as friends, yeah?” He said, leaning back to kiss the top of your head, “or if you ever want to do this again then I’m down. But you’re fun YN, we should hang out anyway. The others would love you too I bet.”
“Sounds good to me Jay,” you let him go, glad the awkward aura had been cleared. “Need me to walk you out?”
“I think I can manage,” he laughed before ruffling your hair a little and grabbing his jacket. “I’ll text you soon, yeah?”
Before you could reply, he was closing your bedroom door softly behind you. You knew he probably wouldn’t text you for a while, you didn’t want him to anyway. You weren’t looking to get caught up in anything more than a one-time thing with Jay, if you happened to cross paths again then you wouldn’t be mad but you weren’t going to go out of your way to make it happen.
You fell back down onto your bed, eyes starting to get heavy as you checked your phone, a flood of texts from your friends and a few from Heeseung that you didn’t have the energy to answer. You let yourself drift off to sleep with the comfort of knowing you didn’t have work the next day.
Jay thought he had done a good job at sneaking through the house, sliding his shoes on by the door in the pitch black and using his phone to shine a torch so he could find his keys. He thought he had done a good job. He hadn’t.
“Can’t believe you genuinely went through with it,” Heeseug mumbled, emerging from the living room where he had been doing some work on his laptop with his headphones on. He’d only noticed Jay leaving due to the light shining in the hall.
“Oh fuck man,” Jay turned around abruptly. “Didn’t know you were home already.”
“I got back about half an hour ago,” he said with a frown, it was impossible for Heeseung to hide his jealousy in that moment. He’d gotten home and heard the two of you, if he wasn’t so tired he would’ve left straight away and gone for a drive until the two of you were done. But instead, he plugged in his headphones and blasted his music as loud as it could go until he could drown out your whines.
All he could think about was being in Jay’s place, he wanted to be the one you were moaning for, he wanted to be the one you were coming for. Heeseung couldn’t deny that even hearing you with another man had made him hard, mentally storing the sounds in his head for later when he finally had some alone time. He felt disgusting, but he couldn’t help the thoughts that flooded his brain.
“Sorry Hee,” Jay laughed awkwardly. “I should’ve taken her back to mine instead.”
“Yeah you should’ve,” he muttered, trying to hide his annoyance and failing. “God man, I don’t know why this is pissing me off so bad.”
“Maybe because you like her?” Jay said with a slight hint of obviousness, “it’s clear to see bro, and you need to do something about it before she finds someone else. She’s a catch, if I wasn’t so happy being single then I’d have wifed her up the moment she came on my cock.”
“Don’t fucking talk about her like that,” Heeseung spat, he hated hearing about how someone else had been with you. He hated how men were going to talk about you. “She’s not a piece of meat.”
“I know,” Jay rolled his eyes. “I’m just telling the truth though, don’t be mad because you don’t have the balls to go after her yourself.”
Heeseung felt himself get angrier, his hands gripping the doorframe tight to control himself. He wanted to punch the smirk off Jay’s face, as much as he was his best friend, he was also a player and he hated how sleazy he was being in that moment. He hated hearing Jay talk about you like that, it was scary for him to realise how protective he felt already.
“You should leave,” Heeseung said, keeping his voice low just in case you could hear. “I don’t really want to see your face right now.”
“Oh come on man, don’t be like that,” Jay laughed. “It’s just a bit of fun, right? No hard feelings.”
“I said you should leave,” Heeseung repeated, stepping forwards until Jay took a step back towards the front door. “I’ll talk to you at work on Monday, but right now you’re fucking me off and I don’t want to see your face. So please Jay, just leave.”
He stood back, arms raised in mock surrender, “alright, alright, text me when you’re no longer in denial.”
Jay turned around, leaving the apartment and shutting the door quietly behind him. Heeseung locked the door, sliding the chain across before leaning his forehead against the wood and taking a deep breath. He hated how he was feeling, he hated whatever burning was occurring in his stomach. But he could no longer deny his attraction to you, no matter how wrong he thought it was. He just didn’t know what to do about it.
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wonwayne · 3 months
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how enha takes care of you ☁️
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pairing : ot7 x gn!reader genre : fluff, comfort, humor warnings : mentions of food word count : 1k
a/n : requested by anon! kind of kicked it off with this hee drabble but had so much fun writing for all the members. for today’s purposes, let’s keep y/n sick and alone in their apartment 🫶
💭 heeseung
my little philosophy is that significant others can be two types of caregivers — one actively tries to treat your illness, the other is emotional support
each has their own merit ofc
but hee is miraculously both
sincerely believes he can rizz you to health
he’s being a bit selfish, he worries, for making you smile all the time
because it heals him more than it heals you
but he makes up for it by making sure you eat like a king (for all three meals a day!) until you feel better
also cuddles with you in bed to keep you warm
if whatever you have is contagious, he is definitely getting it
last but certainly not least: he sings to you. acoustic covers + snippets of his self-produced music, you’re getting it all 😌
almost makes you wish you were sick more often
💭 jay
arrives at your place with like fifty grocery bags (okay maybe not fifty, but… a lot)
big believer in sleep as the best medicine so he lets you be for the most part
but as soon as you wake up and come down to the living room
say hello to a FEAST
literally no room left on the dining table and he’s still doing something in the kitchen????
“jay i can’t… consume all of this” “don’t worry, eat as much as you want for now and i’ll put the leftovers in the fridge”
at this point what is there left to say except “can you just be my husband already”
you’re about to dig in and suddenly he’s standing over you giving you the death stare
“... did i… do something wrong?” “seriously?” your heart stops before he goes, “what happened to my thank you kiss?”
UGH he’s such a softie
💭 jake
is worried SICK and cannot hide it
refuses to leave your bedroom once he first enters it unless absolutely necessary — must stay by your side at all times !!
not the most experienced but the effort is very much there
“should we take the medicine together? would that be easier?” and you KNOW he hates taking medicine
“babe why would you take nyquil. you don’t have a cold.” “idk it can’t hurt can it?” it very much can (don’t do this kids)
he drinks it with you anyway (clinks the medicine cups and says “cheers!”… what are you going to do with this man) and tries his best to fight the drowsiness
ends up dozing with his head on your lap, kneeling by the bed
peak puppy position i tell you PEAK
💭 sunghoon
what matters is not so much how he takes care of you but how he looks so good while taking care of you: simple white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up just to the elbows, hair slicked back a little from washing his face, setting damp towels on your forehead and his forearm veins emerging as he wrings them… help me
it’s the wuthering heights bedridden cathy victorian era aesthetic okay
speaking of books why do i get the feeling that sunghoon would read to you
or simply talk to you about his day or childhood memories or anything to keep you comfortable and entertained
idk i feel like he’d want to remind you of his presence in a “i’m here for you” type of way but without being intrusive… is not at all offended when you fall asleep to his voice
don’t you just love when sunghoon.
💭 sunoo
i have one very specific idea for sunoo and i’m kinda obsessed with it
MINT. TEA. (if you know you know… mint tea is the sinus relief GOD)
and ofc as our resident mint choco lover, how could he not
“baby i made something for you!” you peer into the mug and you’re like 🤨 “you didn’t add chocolate syrup to this did you” “wtf i’m not a monster why would i do that??”
his discography and food preferences beg to differ but he truly does give you pure, steaming mint tea
it is so perfect i promise you will fall in love with him all over again
mint aside we all know this man is a human vitamin like i cannot imagine you staying sick for long
no need to binge tv (it makes your head hurt more anyway), just have sunoo spill all the drama to you for seven hours straight and you’ll be good to go
💭 jungwon
makes you wonder, did this boy have a medical degree this entire time and just not tell me??
knows exactly which medications help with which symptoms, gives you all the immune boosting foods, pulls up with a weighted blanket and a heating pad and a plushie to hug— you’re getting the best sleep of your life no question about it
listens to you so well “i miss what it was like to breathe” “it’s frustrating, isn’t it? as soon as one nostril clears, the other fills up, and it never seems to end” “YES ohmy— [cough] god, yes, you get it :(”
at the same time i think won is the most likely to avoid skinship when you’re sick bc yeah that stuffy nose does not sound fun
is smart about it though; prepares a bubble bath for you and then sets up the heating pad and everything on your bed while you’re in the bath
becomes 143x touchier once you’re back to normal (“i missed squishing your cheeks” “i missed squishing your cheeks!”)
💭 niki
crashes at your place to make sure you’re having a good time
it’s either you watching him game or movie marathon together
you don’t say it but you are so inordinately grateful that he’s caring enough to chill with you on days like these, you know he’d rather do dates outside and play pranks on you every other hour, but he’s giving that up just for you
would share a tub of ice cream with you if you’re craving it, although he voices his concerns first “is it… right to eat cold stuff when you have a cold?” “it defrosts in my mouth don’t worry” “okay you do you”
basically a good old sleepover
every time he checks your temperature he sings his part in fever (he’s humorous like that)
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pandenewie · 1 year
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Dress Coded Masterlist
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SYNOPSIS:
Dress codes are dumb. And everyone in school agrees. So why is the dear student council president Yang Jungwon so insistent on upholding such a stupid rule? And why is Y/n so insistent on changing his mind?
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Y/n finds a new way to break the dress code each day, purely to spite the student council president and make him change the stupid rule. But what started as a simple act of rebellion soon takes a turn as more is found out about the goody-two-shoes president. 
PAIRING: jungwon x gn!reader
GENRE: nonidol!au, highschool!au, socialmedia!au, sorta fake dating (you'll see), mild enemies to lovers, fluff, suggestive, angst (light), cursing, attempted humour. Ft. Enhypen Ni-ki + Jay + Jake, P1Harmony Soul + Jongseob, Kep1er Bahiyyih + Hikaru (+ Youngeun mention), Le Sserafim Eunchae, IVE Wonyoung, ZB1 Ricky, Seventeen Wonwoo
**any pictures used of "yn" are for outfit descriptions only and do not represent yn's gender/race/physical appearance in any way :))**
STARTED: 08/04/23
FINISHED: 02/10/23
STATUS: completed
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PROFILES:
Sk8ter Bois | H2hoes
CHAPTERS:
00 - The Dress Code | 0.3k words
01 - White Privilege
02 - Pu$$y Gang
03 - A Little Manipulation
04 - Manifesting
05 - when bae gets you in trouble | 1.9k words
06 - Shota's Minecraft Girlfriend
07 - It's my turn to use the braincell
08 - It's Giving Control Freak | 1.7k words
09 - Enemies 👹 to Enemies 😊
10 - Damage Control
11 - I have the mind of a mastermind
12 - Potato Chips | 1.8k words
13 - DRUGS?? 😱😱
14 - Real Men Clean Bathrooms | 2.4k words
15 - Dr Dilf
16 - L + Ratio + Y/n will never love you
17 - Stuco Rizz | 2.1k words
18 - From homies to nomies
19 - De-yassified
20 - Mama I'm in love with a criminal | 1.6k words
21 - Prison Wife Era
22 - Family Vacation | 2.9k words
23 - Please No Feelings | 2.5k words
24 - Trauma Bonded ❤ | 1.9k words
25 - BREAK HIS HEART ❗❗
26 - This wasn't part of the plan | 1.9k words
27 - Gold Star
28 - Good Boy Gone Bad ❌ Good Boy Gone Sad ✔
29 - If it isn't the consequences of my own actions
30 - No More Hobocore
31 - Somebody that you used to know | 1.2k words
32 - Jongseob Marriage Counsellor
33 - Cute, platonically
34 - Where we went wrong | 3.2k words
35 - Ronald McDonald if he slayed
36 - No More Mr Nice Guy
37 - It's Giving Grease | 3.0k words
38 - The Updated Dress Code | 0.5k words
39 - Do-over Date | 2.6k words
FINALE - #savejungwonfromyn
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svmjaeyvn · 1 month
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love maze, s.jy.
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chapter four pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)
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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.
synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.
or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.
contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!
a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D
MDNI, 18+
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CHAPTER FOUR: FIRSTS
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word count: 2.9k
warnings: alcohol, partying(what’s new), hints of needy jake, reader being a tease, established desire, highly suggestive themes
a/n: YEAHHH GET INTO IT moving it along now
"I GO HOME for three days and you suddenly have a new life?" Yunjin gapes, hands on her hips as you had just finished explaining the whole story in what happened between you and Jake. From the beginning of the creep at the store, which she was throughly upset that you didn't call her considering she didn't even get laid that night, to the agreement the two of you came up with yesterday.
You were in the process of getting ready, Jake having texted you earlier in the day asking if you were free. After talking over everything, coming up with a story down to the smallest details, and finding a middle ground in how this would work, Jake suggested at least once a week you two would go on a 'date.' In reality it was just hanging out, time to get to know each other better and have the ability to be comfortable with how you'd act in public from then on.
"Apparently," You snort, swiping one last application of lip gloss onto your lips. Puckering them before letting out a small sigh, decidedly put in enough effort for the mock date. "Good?"
Yunjin glances over your outfit. The denim jeans sat nicely on your hips, low rise exposing a good portion of your stomach along with the white baby tee, a brown oversized jacket on top with white shoes to compliment. The outfit was casual but cute enough to show some effort, showing off enough skin that emphasized your curves but also comfortable.
"You're hot," She nods, a wink added to the effect. Watching as you bent over to retie your shoe lace, a loud gasp left Yunjin's lips before her laughter filled the air. "You're trying to get laid aren't you!" Pointing toward the thin string-like material that poked out as you bent due to the low waistband of the pants, the brown thong you wore was exposed and something you didn't particularly wear without good reason.
Quickly standing up straight, a sheepish smile made way onto your lips, shrugging slightly. "Maybe, mind as well have fun with this, right?"
"Sure, fucking your already fake boyfriend sounds like a great idea that won't lead to any problems," Yunjin nods, voice dripping with sarcasm.
You smile, turning back around just as your phone pings. "Glad we agree," You nod, collecting your things as Jake was now waiting outside for you to head down, Yunjin rolling her eyes as she bids you goodbye with a playful slap to your ass as you walked past.
"Text me how it goes!"
JAKE HAD A hard time focusing. Maybe it was the colorful lights that blinked in every direction, or the loud buzz of other people who played along the rows and rows of arcade games, or maybe it was the fact that he got the perfect view of your ass in those tiny little jeans every time you remotely leaned over. He thought he was imagining things the first time you bent over, trying to convince himself that you hadn't been bold enough to wear a thin g-string in those already low pants that exposed the definition of your waist and the two dimples on your lower back.
Surely it wasn't planned, wearing a thin little thong under tight pants that left little to the imagination with how utterly perfectly perky your ass seemed squeezed in them. But it was, definitely was because although he hasn't worn one himself, he assumed having a string up your ass all day wasn't something you willingly did, knowing well enough it was for the view not your comfort.
It took everything in him to tear his eyes away every time you glanced back, though his continued slip ups caused you to grow rather amused. Feeling how his eyes practically bore into your back, you began to have fun with it. Whether it consisted of teasing him with the sway of your hips as you walked or ensuring to wiggle around more than usual when you bent over to place the tokens in the slots of the machines.
The current game the two of you played consisted of basketball, playing on the two player option to go against one another, rushing to beat the others score of how many baskets made in the 90 second period. Jake finished before you, having started a few seconds prior and he smiled seeing the 72 on his scoreboard while yours was slowly trickling up from a mere 48.
Just as he was about to comment on his obvious win, he took note of the two who lingered off the side, seemingly waiting for their turn at the game. Presumably within your age range, the two men stood patiently, one occupied by his phone but the other had his eyes set on you in specific.
From the way his eyes traveled up your body, slow without a care for how bluntly obvious it was to see him checking you out, Jake felt oddly in disbelief at how shameless his actions were. The loud buzz indicated the end of your round, the score finalized at a 54 as you turned around with a small huff.
"Cheater," You tut, your competitive nature beginning to show its colors as you turn to Jake who was now a mere few inches apart.
Quirking a brow, he points to his scoreboard, the big 72 in bold letters along with WINNER flashing after it. "Face it baby, I'm just better,"
You blink, slightly surprised by the sudden pet name while Jake leans in suspiciously closer than before. One of his arms snaked behind your waist, hand resting low on your back and the heat of his fingers against your exposed skin caused a chill to run up your spine.
"Don't be cocky, you're just taller so it's easier for you," You defend with a roll of your eyes, turning away from his gaze that made you want to squirm away. You could feel the sudden shift in his demeanor, one that you wanted to see but it also made you nervous.
Without a word, Jake shamelessly leaned closer. His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, lingering there for a moment just missing your lips before he pulls away, moving to whisper in your ear. "Your little outfits catching eyes sweetheart,"
He had a smile on his features, a seemingly fond look thrown your way but you could see the hint of something other by his eyes. Glancing around for a moment, attempting to confirm what he was referencing, it wasn't until your turned your head momentarily did you see. From the corner of your eye, you could see the two who stood still waiting, one in particular unable to take his eyes off you no matter how shameless he seemed.
"Is that a problem?" You counter, voice just as quiet as his as you peer back to Jake. This time, the smirk that fell upon his features definitely wasn't in good nature, feeling as his hand slightly squeezed your hip at the words.
"Not at all, I have a hot girlfriend," Jake shrugs, his amusement dripping through his words. "As long as I'm the only one that gets to touch you, they can look all they want,"
Finding yourself at a loss for words, you shake your head at his comment. Breaking the tension that began to linger through the air, you loop your arm around his own and begin to lead the way towards another game in the opposite direction. Jake merely laughs, allowing for you to pull him along without comment.
"Didn't take you as the possessive type," Finally finding your voice as you pulled him along to a less busy area in the building, you stop at one of the claw machines.
"Didn't like the way he was looking at you," He shrugs, pulling two coins from his pocket and inserting them to begin the game. Now focused on the rather weird chick looking stuffed animal that sat at the top of the pile, Jake's tongue was poked out slightly at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.
You watched, waiting for him to drop the claw before speaking. "Still possessive," You snicker, the stuffed animal being picked up for a few seconds before falling out of the metal grasp. Still, it fell significantly closer to the exit shoot and Jake began his second attempt that the coins bought him.
He merely hums back at your words, redoing his attempt and waiting patiently to watch as the claw picked up and dragged the chick toward the shoot, it falling down in success causing a small smile to fall upon his lips. Bending down to pull it out, Jake takes a glance over it before holding it out to you.
"Well, like it or not, you're mine for the next few months," He reminds. You half heartedly nod at his words, far too engrossed by your newest stuffed animal and picking off a piece of extra fluff around its eye. The baby chick looked rather awkward, far too round and compressed but it made you smile, happy with the weird looking stuffy that'll be added to the rest on your bed.
"I'm fake yours," You finally respond while he raises a brow.
Taking a note of how excited you got over a mediocre claw machine prize, Jake sighs at your words. "No one else knows that, so as far as I'm concerned, you're mine to make it known,"
You smile at his words, a sort of guilty pleasure in knowing just how much he intended to keep you by his side even if it were an unpleasant trait outside of anything fiction. With a small hum, you lace your fingers through his own, pulling him along.
"Careful Jake, someone might think you actually like me,"
                  "TRY NOT TO let her do a replay of last week, yeah?" Jay spoke rather loudly, leaned close to the couple after spotting them heading for the kitchen. You had been dragged along to the frat house after a call interrupted your date. Allegedly, Bianca had made an appearance to the party, running around making scenes in attempt to find where Jake was hiding out after avoiding her all week.
Heeseung had made it clear that he either needed to come home and kick her out himself, or he'd be throwing her in the pool if she came up to him again cockblocking the girl he was trying to talk up for the night. Thus Jake proposed your first real act in your relationship, something that you were slightly reluctant to but also couldn't pass up the opportunity of seeing Bianca lose her shit over you attached to his hip without room for her to do anything this time.
It didn't surprise you that there was yet another party going on at the house, the boys notorious for being the main party frat on campus. What did surprise you though, was the fact that Jake willingly chose to take you on a date rather than attend.
You rolled your eyes at Jay's comment, shoving his shoulder causing Jake to let out a laugh beside you. His arm was draped over your shoulders, keeping your body close to his own while his other hand sported a red solo cup, yet another jungle juice made by Sunghoon who knew what he was doing this time around. Meanwhile you held a spiked cup of pineapple juice and tequila, keeping the alcohol minimal and pacing yourself.
"Go away," You huff, shooing Jay away with the wave of your hand. Raising a brow, he takes a glance over the two of you momentarily.
"Don't be weird," Is all he says, the comment thrown to Jake who seemingly understood, shrugging halfheartedly but agreed with a nod. With a small sigh, Jay's hand reaches up to ruffle your hair and quick to pull away as you swatted the air. "Bye teeny, don't fight anyone!"
"He's annoying," You mumble, turning back to Jake who hummed in response.
"He cares," He says softly, taking a sip from his cup while you click your tongue.
"Yeah? Too much then," Glancing around, the dim lights that flashed throughout the house provided minimal visibility, mostly shadows of bodies rather than seeing faces. "How long is this public appearance supposed to last before I can head home?" Truthfully, the thought of your bed seemed ten times more appealing than the stuffy kitchen you stood in. Partially sure that you had seen a girl running by about to hurl, the sight solidified your belief of partying sporadically, it gets old fast every week in your opinion.
"You wanna go home?" Jake began to feel around for his keys but only to pause realizing the cup filled with a concoction of alcohols may have not been the best idea.
"Not now," You shake your head. "I can always call an uber later, or have Yunjin pick me up... or even stay with Jay I guess,"
“What, you don’t want to stay with your boyfriend?” Jake teases, leaning closer causing you to roll your eyes. Slightly pushing his face away with the palm of your hand, small giggles began to fall from both your lips and mixing together in a little world of your own that seemed far away from anyone else in the room. “I’m hurt, truly you should be wanting to spend the night with me.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” You hum. Pushing away the few out of place strands of hair that fell onto Jake’s forehead, his eyes glinted at the suggestive tone while his hands sat comfortably on your hips. Moving to your tippy toes, you leaned up to whisper directly in Jake’s ear, the words and your warm breath that fanned against his neck causing a shiver to run up his spine. “We wouldn’t be getting much sleep,”
“You know, I think I’m actually getting a little tired right now,” Jake says quickly, you pulling away enough to make eye contact, his pupils visibly dilated at the thoughts running through his head. “I think we should head up early, could be a good bonding experience,” The cheeky smile that played at his lips didn’t go unnoticed while he squeezed your hip, one of his hands trailing down dangerously low just above the curve of your ass, lingering there without any intention of moving back up.
“I don’t remember that being a part of the contract,” You tease while Jake shakes his head. Maybe it was the low lighting of the party, or maybe it was the more than obvious way he had been looking to you all night that made you so comfortable to entertain the thought. Well that and the fact that Jake was admittedly hot, you had always had the tiniest attraction towards him the few times you met in the past. Plus, there had to be some truth to the rumors that clouded his name, most girls deeming him as some of the best they ever had and you couldn’t help but want to figure it out for yourself.
“Exactly, that means there’s no rules against it, right?” Jake persists. No longer hiding his growing desperation, you were sure he’d kneel down and beg if you asked. “C’mon baby, it’s a good thing you know, for couples to be intimate n stuff,”
“I feel like I’m gonna have to keep reminding you that this is fake,” You snicker, seemingly nonchalant but you took a long sip from Jake’s cup, attempting for some liquid courage to calm your rapid heartbeat.
“We can be whatever you want us to be,” He agrees, hand cupping your face, tilting up your chin up as he placed a light lingering kiss to your bottom lip. “There’s a reason you wore those tight little pants and if not me, you’re out of luck in having someone else take them off cause of your rules,”
A small hum left your lips, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth which caused Jake to look away, finding something else to focus on to push away the thoughts of what your pretty mouth would look like around him instead. Immediately regretting it, your attention was caught by the string of curses that he mumbled under his breath.
Frowning your brows, your head turns to see the culprit of his sudden change in mood. Feeling the same sentiment as you see the faux blonde who looked more than annoyed when your eyes locked, you had to resist the urge to act childishly and flip her off.
Suddenly turning toward Jake, you grab hold of his hand. Raising a brow at your change in heart, he allows you to pull him toward the stairs. “If I would’ve known you had a possession thing too I would’ve said she got here way earlier,” He smiles, visibly pleased at the turn of events and switching to lead the way to his room.
“I’m proving a point,” You huff back while Jake lets out a laugh at your words. Following his lead with no hint of hesitation, you ensure to send a sickeningly sweet smile toward Bianca who seemed to be on the verge of losing her poise.
You had to admit, following Jake up to his room and seeing the look of envy from so many faces boosted your ego in more ways than one. This is gonna be a long night.
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veryace-ficrecs · 7 days
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Batman Outsider POV Fic Recs
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
Wait... you're backup? by Ceciliedr - Rated T
When her team is captured by Lex Luther, Traci can do little more than cross her fingers for a rescue. When someone does crash the party, it isn't anyone she knows. Traci sincerely hopes the guy in the red helmet is on their side.
library card by mikkal - Rated T
Jason Todd, Red Hood, and the Park Row Public Library (and her librarians).
Finding a New Perspective by njw - Rated T
“I got this, Hood.” Red Robin sounds annoyed as he arcs and twists through the air, kicking one henchman into another and wrenching the gun away from a third while simultaneously retracting his grappling line and then launching it to catch another unwary henchman. Just, how?
“I can see you do,” Red Hood says, and wait. Was his voice always that deep? Is he… Maya squints. Is he staring at Red Robin’s ass?
She blinks, then studies the line of sight more closely. Maybe he’s just checking out Red Robin’s kneecaps, in preparation for shooting at them? That seems more his style. Sexual attraction is kind of confusing and she still doesn’t totally believe Tosh that it’s actually as big a thing as people make it out to be—seriously, do other people really spend that much time thinking about it? Sounds fake but okay.
But no, Red Hood’s helmet is totally pointed at Red Robin’s ass. Huh. That’s new.
Captain Marvel's Adopted? by Len_suilon_mellon - Rated T
When Captain Marvel sends out a distress call, the only League member available is Batman. Bruce comes to his aid, but he finds out that Billy is a 10-year-old homeless orphan with black hair and blue eyes. Obviously, he makes the only logical decision and adopts Billy. Because it's Bruce—who's allergic to revealing life-changing information—the League is left in the dark. This story is written as 5+1 story from the Justice League's POV as they attempt to define the weird relationship between Batman and Captain Marvel. 5 times they didn't realize Batman had adopted Captain Marvel, and the 1 time they did.
The Startling Secret Identity of The Batman by Nokomis - Rated T
Good evening, super-sleuths! Boy, do we have a treat for you today. We’re delving into one of the biggest unsolved mysteries of the modern era. The million-dollar question. The billion-dollar question, if one of these theories holds water. That’s right. We’re gonna risk life, limb and sanity by asking the question… who is The Batman? [In-universe Buzzfeed Unsolved accidentally stumbles on Batman’s secret identity. The Batfam reacts.]
playacting by nex_et_nox - Rated G
“So,” Jim said, “are you one of Wayne’s new kids?” Because only siblings acted that way toward each other, and it seemed like every time Gotham turned around, Bruce Wayne was adopting more kids. It was a reasonable question. “What?” Jay asked. “No, I’m—” He paused. Very slowly, his head tilted as he looked over Jim’s shoulder in the most obvious way he possibly could. Jim Gordon accidentally meets the "newest" member of the Wayne family.
5 times the Justice League catch Bruce acting domestically by TimesBeingWhatTheyAre - Rated G
...and the one time he lets them see it aka 5 times the kids torment Bruce, and the time that he actually arranges a meet-up and minds are blown
the politics of dancing by TheResurrectionist - Not Rated
After months of silence following his mysterious resurrection from the dead, the prodigal Wayne heir shows up at an unlikely meeting. “Where is Mr. Wayne?” Jason crossed his legs, cracking his neck. “He’s not coming.” “I was assured Mr. Wayne would be here.” “Tough. Looks like you’ll have to settle for me, huh?”
I Love My Gay Son(s) by reeby10 - Rated G
But the part that had everyone’s attention was the shirt, a plain white t-shirt with “I LOVE MY GAY SON” emblazoned across the chest in bold, rainbow letters.
Bat Out Of Hell by arguablysomaya - Rated G
Five times the Bats are weird, and one time that weirdness saves the world Or, the Bats are weird, everyone that’s even remotely aware of the superhero game knows this. But, odd as they are, they’re still humans. Which is why it should probably be impossible that they’re such forces of chaos. And when they’re all together? Well, most people are just glad they’re on the good side. And they are. Mostly.
The five times Flash came to Gotham for help and the one time he didn't need to (5+1) by Silver_Athena - Not Rated
Barry needs help solving a murder, he goes to Gotham for help. Though he's looking for Batman he seems to constantly run into new heroes. Why do they all seem connected to Batman? --- “You know where he lives?” “I practically live there myself, why is this so surprising to you? You’ve worked with him for- Oh… oh my God, you guys don’t know!"
A Break in Tradition by incogneat_oh - Not Rated
Gordon had seen something when he caught the canary yellow cape out the corner of his eye– something in the way the kid had moved. So he figures he should ask, “You doing okay up there, son?” AKA: The one where Jim Gordon minds a tiny vigilante until his bigger, scarier partner can collect him.
gotham aviary by pepperfield - Rated G
“I see you have a new addition to the family,” Bella says, smiling at the group pushing their father along toward the plaza stairs. “Yeah, we stole him from his backyard,” Jason tells her brightly.
“average billionaire adopts 1000 children a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average billionaire adopts 0 children per year. Orphans Bruc, who lives in cave & adopts over 1 child each month, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.
what goes around by Goldmonger - Rated G
A civilian accidentally kills the Joker. It’s a confusing time for everybody.
artemis crock coming to the wrong conclusions by impravidus - Rated G
Nightwing has his hands outstretched, his palms opening and closing exaggeratedly. Red Hood shakes his head. “I am not gonna—” “Just one?” Nightwing interjects sweetly. “Please please please?” “You are such an idiot—” “Just ooone. C’mon, Hood. Don’t these arms look so warm and inviting?” “Inviting for a stab, yeah.” Artemis sees Nightwing being his affectionate (or as Red Hood would put it, extremely annoying) self and comes to the wrong conclusions.
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goatsghost · 3 months
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asian-ifying the batfamily with technically-not-quite-canon evidence but it makes enough sense in my head:
dick is half romani/half white, and it sounds like romani people are considered indo-aryan, and come primarily from india but also any of the surrounding countries in that area, so we’re good here
BUT, to be extra, i’m also heavily leaning into the wfa live action that got cancelled, where dick was going to be played by yoshi sudarso (indonesian), who i love. AND dick’s voice actor in gotham knights is christopher sean, who’s mixed japanese/white
basically what i’m saying is that the dick in my head deserves to be a poc at this point
cass is already canonically chinese/white
damian is also already canonically arab/chinese/white
jason, though he is canonically fully white, before finding out his biological mother was sheila haywood, both he and bruce briefly consider lady shiva (for some reason). so. he must at least look to be mixed race for it to be a genuine possibility
also his va in gotham knights is chinese (stephen oyoung)
for tim, i am still living in the era when ryan potter made a video to campaign to be tim drake for ben affleck’s batman. it didn’t work, they didn’t want a robin for those movies, but from then on he became the tim drake in my heart
though in titans (which i haven’t actually watched), it looks like his character is blasian? (jay lycurgo) so i’m here for that too, tim is just meant to be mixed race <3
duke i’m coming for you next
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niki-phoria · 5 months
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It’s me again!
I love how you did my most recent request. It’s so, so cute! I would like to make a request again if you’re still active.
So, this is gonna be during blessed-cursed era where enha and taller!8thmember!reader are gonna be filming for the 1thek performance (where jay had black lipstick at the time). After they were done filming, jay and reader praise each other and jay showers reader’s face with kisses, leaving lipstick marks all over.
Sorry if this sounds a little suggestive for you, but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to. But if you want, I’m sure it’ll come out just fine. I know you’re a great writer.
- 🕊️
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pairing: jay x male!8th member!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 669
includes: 8th member reader, jay sits in reader's lap
a/n: thank you so much <33 i'm sorry for the irregular posting lately, i've been busy with school/studying so rn i'm only posting when i have the motivation, but i am working on a few things !! your reqs mean so much to me and i hope you like it :))
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the cheers of the audience are nearly overwhelming as you stand on the stage, maintaining your ending pose as the cameras linger on you for a few seconds. a soft breath of relief escapes you when the cameras turn off, signaling the final end of your performance.
jay is quick to make his way across the stage to stand beside you. he wraps an arm around your waist as you wave goodbye to the audience before disappearing behind the curtains once again. 
you move in a relatively silent daze as you help the staff members remove your microphone and dab some of the sweat off of your neck and temples. you can feel jay’s gaze on you as you slip away from the rest of the group and back into your dressing room under the excuse of quickly freshening up.
you’re alone for mere seconds before jay silently follows you into the dressing room, quietly shutting the door behind himself. “y/n,” he says, wandering over to stand behind you. he furrows his eyebrows slightly as he reaches out, tilting your head up so you’re looking into his eyes. “is everything okay?”
“yeah, yeah,” you breathe, hoping your half-hearted reassurances will be enough to deter jay’s concerns. though his silence is enough of a response - he’s not buying it. 
a soft sigh escapes your lips as you break eye contact. “it’s just… i think i could’ve done better today. my footwork was sloppy and my voice cracked.”
a frown tugs at the corners of jay’s lips. “jagi, look at me,” he whispers. “you’re amazing.” he leans in, pulling you into a chaste kiss. you carefully tug him down to sit in your lap, keeping him close to you. a chuckle escapes his lips when you unconsciously follow his touch.
“incredible.” this time his lips brush against your cheek. you can feel the weight of the world slipping off of your shoulders with each kiss he presses against your skin. “show stopping.” you chuckle softly when he leans in to press another kiss against a sensitive point of your neck. you squirm slightly at the ticklish feeling, though jay is quick to gently tighten his grip to escape you from leaving. 
you only catch the mischievous glint in his eyes for a second before he leans in once again, repeatedly peppering kisses all over your face. “jay!” you laugh. your arms find their familiar home around his shoulders. 
you shiver when his lips brush against the space just underneath your jawline. jay softly smiles to himself at your reaction; his fingers slip underneath the thick fabric of your oversized white hoodie. a comforting warmth spreads through you as he traces a few indiscernible shapes against your bare skin. 
jay raises a hand up to cup your face with his hand. he brushes his thumb against your skin as you both smile at each other. “i love you. you were incredible out there - just like you always are.” his words are hushed as they escape his lips, as if they’re little promises to be kept solely between the two of you; the moment was forever captured in your memories. 
he leans in, sealing the unspoken oath with yet another sweet kiss pressed against your lips. “just like you always will be.”
you smile, leaning down to press a kiss of your own against jay’s cheek. “let’s go home? i would kill for some of your curry.”
“of course, love,” he smiles. “but you should probably clean up before we leave.”
you twist around, glancing at yourself in the dressing room mirror. despite his confident facade, you can see the light flush that has begun to spread up his neck and seep onto his cheeks when you meet his eyes once again. 
a smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as you admire the light stains decorating your face and neck - temporary evidence of your affection in the dressing room etched all across your skin. “you should wear lipstick more often.”
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yangkitties · 8 months
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pluck at my heartstrings ✩ p.js
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pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader || word count: 1.3k genre: fluff || warnings: absolutely none! but as usual, tooth rotting fluff so beware of diabetes 😁 synopsis: jay's touch sends electricity racing through you, love for him overflowing. note: 1.3k oh finally a mildly long fic i winnnn !!! fun fact, this is loosely based off of real life incidents 👀 anyways, been in my jay era + this is a birthday gift for my darling ri hehe <3 hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it 💋
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Hanging out with Jay was the best feeling ever. Sitting side by side, legs entangled with each other, giggling while gossiping with each other, no feeling could possibly compare. Growing up together, Jay inevitably grows to be your comfort person. 
Today was no different. Jay sat across you on his desk chair, rambling about god knows what. You could barely pay attention thanks to how good he looked today. Sporting a simple white sweater and comfortable black pants, Jay looks like a dream to you. 
‘Oh man, I really miss playing the guitar, I’ve been so busy these days…’ Jay pouts, rolling over to grab his guitar. Absent-mindedly Jay begins to strum the strings, humming a random tune. 
‘Oooh gimme gimme, I want to try!!’ You reach out for his guitar. He passes it to you, chuckling to himself, knowing full and well you don’t know shit about playing any instrument. You hold the guitar gently, the wooden frame resting comfortably on your thighs. 
Beginning to pluck at the strings, you holler out random words, causing Jay to double over in a fit of laughter. ‘Y/n you’re going to hurt yourself if you continue doing that.’ He scolds softly flicking your shoulder. 
You only shrug, continuing to live out your pretend rock star dreams. Jay places his hand over yours, ‘Y/n, do you actually want me to teach you some basics?’ 
Your eyes light up, nodding excitedly. You immediately adjust your hands, trying your best to imitate how Jay does it when he plays. 
Giggling lightly, Jay reaches over to correct your hands. Crossing over your sitting frame, his fingers slowly move yours higher on the fret board. The action caused electricity to burst through your veins, cheeks turning a warm hue of red. Heart stuttering in your chest, your breathing turns shallow as Jay comes face to face with you. 
Eyes blown, you look into Jay’s warm brown eyes. He sits back down, a serious look crossing his face. ‘Okay I’m going to teach you a simple C chord okay?’ He instructs you clearly and firmly, taking the role of a teacher quite seriously. 
After making sure your fingers are placed correctly, he gives you the signal to play the chord. You push your thumb against the string, a wobbly note playing out. You huff, trying again. It’s stronger this time, but still weak. 
Fixing your fingers over and over again, you try and master the simple note. Engrossed in the task, you fail to notice a pair of endearing eyes on you. 
Jay looks at you as if you hung all the stars in sky, as if you’re the reason the sunshines and the earth turns. He looks at you with enough love to fill the oceans ten times over, enough love to end world hunger and achieve world peace. 
Jay doesn’t know when it began, but he knows that he started to fall for you. And he wasn’t scared because it was easy. It was like coming home or falling asleep or breathing. Something so effortless and easy, because it is a necessity in life. 
When Jay looks at you, he hears a song in his heart, a tune of love. But all he could hear now were your terrible attempts at a C note. He lets out another chuckle before halting your attempt, hands finding yours on the strings. 
‘Jayyyy I’m not getting it. How come you do it so easily?’ You pout, hands going slacks over the guitar. ‘Well, that’s because I’ve been playing for almost as long as I’ve known you. C’mon, let’s try another chord, maybe that’ll be easier.’ Ever persistent, Jay once again reaches over you to reposition your fingers. 
His gentle touch and soft breath on your hand causes your brain to short circuit, body stiffening at the contact. A weird gargling noise escapes your mouth, an automatic response to trying to push down your frustrations. 
Tilting his head to the side, Jay silently questions it. Your brain to mouth filter broken, a soft ‘This is why I like you,’ slips past your lips. Jay straightens himself back up, nerves evident in the way he awkwardly forced a laugh. 
‘Well I sure hope so, we’ve been friends since practically birth.’ He pulls the collar off his sweater, a nervous habit of his. He tries to play off your comment by taking a deep breath, preparing to instruct you on how to play the next chord. 
But before he could begin, you place the guitar aside, replacing it with his hands. The frustration of not being able to master the chord pours out as your frustration towards being in love with your best friend increases. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you fail to see the flustered look on Jay’s face. 
Although Jay didn’t know what was happening, he could sense your frustration rolling off of you in waves. He tries his best to calm you down, thumbs slowly brushing against your knuckles. 
This. This is why you liked him. 
‘Jay, I’ve known you since literally forever. I’m not sure when my platonic love for you turned romantic, but it has. I love you, Jay. I love the way you talk, the way you get angry, and how you have no filter when it comes to the things you love. I adore your sense of fashion and your caring nature and silly meme-able face. I love your cooking and your brain, how sweet you are even though you don’t want to show it. I love you, Jay. And I don’t think I can ever express it fully, because my love for you consumes me. It’s like a fire in my stomach, burning away inside me, growing each day, just as we have. And I know this is all so sudden, and it’s totally okay if you don’t love me like that.’ 
You open your eyes now, needing to know how he reacts to your next words. ‘I don’t care really, if you don’t love me back, but please. Never leave me.’ You finally finish, nerves wracking through you. 
Jay sits before you, mouth agape, hands slipping away from you. You cringe internally, praying you haven’t ruined an everything. 
‘I. You. I’m. Love. Y/n I.’ Tongue tied, Jay sits there wracking his brain for words. The truth is, he’s never been happier. Hearing you say those 3 words, those 8 letter, Jay can’t help but feel like he’s in heaven. 
Jay leaps forward to hug you, not knowing how else to convey his feelings. ‘I love you too. I love you like the sun loves the moon, like the stars love the sky, and the sea loves the sand. I’ve loved you for a while now, and I’m sorry I could never tell you. But I love you. I love you. I do I really do, I love you.’ 
Jay continues to whisper it over and over again, pressing himself into you. He pulls himself away, only to attach his lips to your forehead, pressing a kiss onto it. He continues to smother your faces in kisses, big hands engulfing your face. He punctuates the kisses with more affirmations of love, trying to soak his affection into your skin. 
He presses his own forehead against yours, lips ghosting over each other. ‘I love you,’ Jay whispers one last time before kissing you fully, pressing himself against you once more. His hands find your waist as yours snake behind his neck, lips moving in harmony. 
Jay could hear it again. Not the warbling of the guitar, but the love in his heart. The longer he held you, the louder the singing grows in his heart. And he knows, he’ll love you for a long time. Even when the singing stops and slows to a humming, Jay knows, he’ll love you. 
And when you look into his eyes, noses brushing against each others, you know your heart is his, and so is all your love. 
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tsunflowers · 4 months
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I would love to take a class where the textbook is "the future is female: 25 classic science fiction stories by women, from pulp pioneers to ursula k le guin" edited by lisa yaszek, and you just read a story every week and discuss it. they're arranged in chronological order from 1928 to 1969 and are obviously picked not only to demonstrate each author's style but to reflect social attitudes of the era. there would really be a lot to talk about in an academic setting. but even if I can't teach that class I recommend giving it a read if you're interested in old scifi. these were the standout stories to me but you may have different faves when you read it
"the black god's kiss" cl moore, 1934. a female knight travels through a portal to a land she considers to be hell in order to find a weapon capable of defeating the man who conquered her. this is the one I posted saying "it's just like the alien from alien." the imagery is so vivid and engrossing that i can't believe it was written 90 years ago
"all the colors of the rainbow" leigh brackett, 1957. an alien husband and wife on a diplomatic mission to earth find that sundown towns don't appreciate aliens much either. liberal use of the n word in this one bc the characters are extremely racist but I found it to be a very unique example of sf/fantasy discrimination metaphors. I'd love to discuss this one in a class bc I kind of feel like it's not a white woman's story to write but I also don't think a black woman would have gotten it published in 1957? definitely an interesting one
"pelt" carol emshwiller, 1958. a hunting dog brought by her master to an alien planet to hunt exotic furs finds that the native species can communicate with her but not her master and becomes torn. since you're in the dog's point of view you never get the full picture of what happens but it's very melancholy
"car pool" rosel george brown, 1959. it's truly just like an episode of a sitcom where a group of women who run a hovercarpool for their kids let a three armed alien kid in and things go awry. the standout is the relationship between the protagonist and a rival mom who she envies bc the rival mom can pull off wearing a real boudoir slip
"another rib" john jay wells & marion zimmer bradley, 1963. stranded male exocolonists accept an experimental procedure from an alien friend that will allow them to give birth and further the human race despite their captain's intense homophobia and transphobia. interesting in its portrayal of gender and srs bc the alien brings up the fact that humans have already accomplished gender-affirming surgeries but there's also never any implication that the men will become women. they just become men capable of giving birth. however I learned from this anthology that ms bradley enabled child sexual abuse so fuck her
"when I was miss dow" sonya dorman, 1966. a shapeshifting alien from a masculine mono-gender race is made to take the form of a human woman to learn more about human settlers and resents it at first but is fundamentally changed by the experience. made me want to cry a little
"nine lives" ursula k le guin, 1969. two guys who are getting sick and tired of each other after a long mining expedition on a faraway planet are joined by ten sexy and beautiful 20somethings who are all clones of the same guy. the clones can act in unison but also keep each other company. this could be the future of the human race... or not
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Yes please drop your Jay White match recs I would owe you my life!!! Those gif sets of White and Okada have been rotting my brain for the last two days now I need to know what their deal is 😭
HIIII!!! Sorry it took me a day-ish to get to this but I’m so excited to drop some match recs! 
So the gifs driving us all up the wall are mainly from the conclusion of Wrestle Kingdom 17 (link: https://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XNTkzMjA1ODM0OA==.html?playMode=pugv&frommaciku=1 ), the main event! In many ways, this is the denouement for Jay White, the last step towards a devastating spiral that would see him exiled from NJPW just two big matches from this moment. It was also the first match I saw that really made me obsessed with them, so of course, I recommend it passionately as a first go even if it is at the end :) 
Post match comments are also basically required viewing, featuring Jay at his most pathetic and gut-wrenching (https://youtu.be/UxIM0FkYoSY?t=693 )
I think the overarching thing to understand about Jay and Okada’s whole deal is that it’s a very simple wrestling story at its core. Okada is the golden boy, the ace, the native heir to New Japan’s wrestling legacy. Jay is the gaijin, the heel outsider, good but willing to do whatever it takes to put himself at the top. But they both bring really really good layers to their roles that brings something new to every time they clash in the ring. And they’re both just, of course, really fucking good in ring, as top guys have wont to be. 
Jay is compelling because he is in many ways equal parts caring and conniving in his role as Bullet Club leader. He takes the time to have fun and gas up his teammates, even get goofy with them in a way that hardline Bullet Club leaders shy away from– but every so often this insecurity rears up that drives him to pre-emptively stab back. This is also present in his in-ring work– he starts as a cocky upstart heel who can truly out-wrestle opponents and cheats in a kind of cheeky “because I can” way. But into the 2021 ish you start to see him using the cheating as more of a crutch because of his insecurities, and it’s eating away at him. By the time this WK17 match has happened, he’s IWGP champ, yes, but he’s also pre-emptively backstabbed two core members of his Bullet Club and his kind of a deranged wreck. 
Okada’s whole deal really starts with Hiroshi Tanahashi – and I haven’t deep-dived their series, but there’s a pair of great summary videos if you want the supplemental reading here: https://archive.org/details/showbuckle-pack/The+Battle+for+Ace+of+NJPW+Okada+vs+Tanahashi+Part+1.mp4 .  What I love about Okada is that even though he’s mainly in kayfabe a cocky little shit grown into the role of New Japan’s ace, off-duty he’s a really silly weird dude (no, really – Shinsuke Nakamura in his autobiography referred to him as “the weirdest guy he’s ever met”. Let that sink in, I’m sure Shinsuke has met so many weird dudes). Anyways, in the few moments where Okada is off-duty as ace, he’s done some real compelling and memorable character work. 
Which brings me to the actual next set of match recs – the Balloon Okada / Jay White’s initial rise to prominence in NJPW. This was a fantastic co-incidence of storytelling that really cemented being obsessed with their rivalry to me. Jay had just come back from excursion as “Switchblade”, and was coming in hot; with a title challenge to Tanahashi right from the get-go, teasing joining Bullet Club only to ratfuck Kenny Omega (then Bullet Club leader), and nab the IWGP US belt. And he joined up with Okada’s faction, CHAOS. 
Okada was just coming off of the IWGP-belt reign of his life, a record-breaking reign after he finally unseated Tanahashi to ascend as the ace. But when he lost the belt to Kenny Omega, it triggered a super weird mid-life crisis in him, the “balloon Okada” era. He dyed his hair an ugly red. He changed his gear to long bois (which everyone hated! Covering up those thighs is a crime!!!), he yells SCOOBY DOOBY DOO as he’s jumping off the ropes. He was weird. Because he didn’t know who he was without that belt. Here’s my favourite summary article about that: https://www.how2wrestling.com/articles/okada-and-the-portrayal-of-a-crisis 
So with that, I recommend for you three other matches! 
Destruction in Kobe 2018, Tanahashi vs. Okada but Jay is there I pinky promise. Also heck Tana and Okada are just Really Fucking Good so enjoy :)  (https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1kW411z7Sv/?spm_id_from=333.337.search-card.all.click ) 
Wrestle Kingdom 13, Okada vs. Jay White (https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1j4411F7g9/?spm_id_from=333.337.search-card.all.click ) 
G1 Supercard, Okada vs. Jay White(https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV15b411u7Q8/?spm_id_from=333.337.search-card.all.click ).
If you’ve ever heard Jay bray about “selling out Madison Square Garden” that’s this match! It’s also super fucking funny that he credits that all to himself considering Okada is like. The Guy in Japan lol <3 love him 
There are some other matches narratively in between – if you’re really in for it you can check out Jay getting the IWGP belt off Tana. But for the OkadaJay highlights, these would be a great place to start. Something about a rivalry that shakes you out of your worst moment (Okada) and gets that fighting spirit going in you again…
Anyways, if you’ve read all this, thank you, and enjoy! Would love to hear how you liked the matches, and let me know if you find any other recs, it’s very possible I haven’t seen em yet – big back-catalogue :”) 
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brownsugarbaybee · 11 months
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HARD TO LOVE pt.1
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Pairing: neighbor!Jay x fem!reader
Genre: angst; fluff; smut MDNI
Word Count: 11.7K+
Warnings: therapy, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of harassment, physical altercation, (nothing too graphic I promise) physical abuse, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, aggression, yelling, so much profanity, crying, infidelity, mentions of getting killed, smol cut from broken plates, bruises, kissing
Synopsis: Reader navigates us through the trials, tribulations and even infidelities of her relationships with her first love and first real love, by one dragged out theraphy session.
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Jay is helplessly in love with his new neighbour who is is in a toxic and abusive relationship. Will he win her over with his hero complex or will he get one or both of them killed?
A/N: This story took a path of its own, to the point where it was getting a little too long for me, so I decided to split it into two parts. However I wanted to put it out and share because it's something I feel happens a lot irl but not many people talk about it. It's obviously a bit heavy so please please, don't read it if it could result in making you uncomfortable or triggers you in anyway. I really do love this story and I'm attached to my characters, I put my heart into it.
Proofread but there might still be a few errors🫠
Thank you to my beta reader @queenbabystar and my girl @neoculturecollectives for helping me build confidence to get it out.
As always feedback is very much welcome,reblogs are highly appreciated! I would absolutely love to know your thoughts. Happy reading! 💛🤎🐝
Smut tags below the cut!
SMUT WARNINGS: making out, nipple play, shower action, slight mutual masturbation, hand job, fingering, oral;cunnulingus, body worship, protected penetrative sex, praise, multiple orgasms, aftercare, pet names: 'baby', 'doll', 'my baby'
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The subtle drip of the coffee filter filled the room. White, bright and the smell of perfumed sanitizer was distinct. Framed degrees and doctorates on the walls along with an old fashioned analogue clock right above the closed door. Seated a little stiff on the soft sofa that was strategically placed against the large windows of the room, ‘to avoid potential distractions’, she had said. She?
Your therapist.
“How are you feeling today?” Tone polite and monotone, all in one. Face neutral. Dressed in her usual slacks and blouse, a different color palette this session, same old pairing.
“The same as the last time you saw me.” You respond dryly. You were only here once before and it ended in you cussing her out for trying to get in your head and well, doing her job. That’s all she was trying to do. You sigh, fiddling with your clasped hands as your elbows rest on your knees, “I- I’m numb.”
“Could you explain the numbness?”
“This empty feeling, like… I’m here, b-but I shouldn’t be.” A lump making it’s way into your throat.
“Here, in therapy?” “No –“
She shifts one leg on the other, waiting for you to elaborate. Your leg starts to bounce as an anxious bile fills your chest and you respond heavily,
“Alive.”
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It was just after college graduation. When you met and fell for Donny Whitmore.
A night out on the town with your friends, celebrating the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Shot glasses clinking in a toast to adulthood, followed by cheers of excitement as the liquor burned your throats.
You had stepped away after dancing with your group to grab some air outside, feeling the effects of the several drinks take a toll. It was cold enough that your breath clouded past your lips, skin raising in goosebumps.
“Hey, little lady.” A random guy slurred as he approached where you stood against the railing of the club balcony. Having enough sense in mind to tell the guy you weren’t interested turned into him pushing up on you and trying to kiss you.
“Get off me!” your voice came out loud enough to attract the attention of a tall, well built stranger. Your savior, you had thought.
“She said to let her go. Or are you deaf?”
“Stay out of th-” Your harasser didn’t get to finish as a fist collided with his face, effectively knocking him off you and off his ass.
“You okay?” He asked, voice laced with concern. Thoughtful, is what you had thought.
Still in shock over what happened, you simply nodded your head.
“You with anybody?” He asks, seeming to not want to leave you alone and vulnerable again.
Finding your voice after clearing your throat, “My friends are inside.” He smiles a pretty smile and holds out his hand for you, which you take returning the smile. Letting him walk with you to where your friends were still drinking and dancing, completely oblivious to what had happened but you didn’t want to ruin their fun. So instead you turned to face your savior.
“You wanna dance….?” He chuckles in response to your fishing for his name, “Donny.” “Donny…” you tested his name on your lips and you liked it.
You danced the rest of the night, drank colourful drinks, talked about little things and silly things, laughing and holding onto each other, faces inching closer together and lips colliding. All of it leading up to you being tangled in his sheets with no clue of what you had gotten yourself into.
A year into your relationship with Donny, you had already been living together, renting a small, town house. You had everything you ever wanted as a little girl; a house you loved, a job you loved and a man you loved and that loved you. Right?
Wrong.
You never wanted a town house, you wanted a condo. You never wanted to work as someone’s assistant, you wanted to own and run your own business. But sadly, all of that was taken away from you and you foolishly let them.
When you and Donny were searching for a place to move into together, you had expressed your wants but he shut you down. Telling you that a condo was too expensive and impractical. You blindly agreed.
When you showed him your business plans and excitedly told him about it, again, he shut you down. Telling you to be realistic and that it would take a long time for you to accumulate the capital for it and that you should just get a job in that field.
At least you had him, right? A man that you loved and that loved you?
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“Why don’t you tell me a little bit about that?”
Your mind had blanked, watching your therapist scribble all her notes about how you were crazy and needed to be locked up. She probably wasn’t writing that but, you had a sick habit of thinking the worst case scenario.
“About what?”
“Why you feel you shouldn’t be alive.”
It was hard to swallow, breathing becoming slightly heavier. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you speak slowly, “He’s been doing this to me for so long. I- I should be dead. Be it by his hands or my o-own, I-” you gasp back tears that threatened to spill. Turning away when she reaches out the unopened box of tissues.
Another deep breath, you turn back to her with your eyes closed and cheeks sucked in between your teeth.
“How about, you tell me how it started?”
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A late work day lead to you missing dinner plans and getting home exhausted to the bone. As soon as you set your keys down in the bowl that sat on the counter by the door, a deep voice startled you in the dimly lit house.
“Where have you been?”
“SHIT! Babe, you scared me.” You hold a hand on your chest as you try to calm your heart. “My boss needed me to stay back with him, there’s a huge conference tomorrow and we were going through all the presentations.” You explain, taking off your coat and hanging them on the rack, slipping out of your work shoes completely relaxed.
When you didn’t get a response, you walked up to where he sat in the single armchair by the living room, chin in palm. “I’m sorry I missed dinner-“
“Dinner?” he asks so darkly it runs an icy chill down your spine. You knew he’d be a little upset but this was a new side of him. It scared you. “You think I care about dinner?” He scoffs, his voice a little louder as he tilts his head up to look at you standing a few feet away. You seriously couldn’t understand why he was so bothered, it wasn’t like you were out partying. “You’re dressed like a whore spending long hours with another fucking man!?”
What?
As if something in you snaps, all the exhaustion, the ache in your bones and now the pure hurt and betrayal of those venomous words. You clapped back. “Excuse me? A whore?”
“Yeah, your tits are out for everyone to see.” They weren’t.
“Are you being for real right now?” you ask exasperated, pinching the bridge of your nose in disbelief.
“Always running after him like some lost puppy and doing everything he asks. Are you such a slut that you have to suck your boss off to keep your pathetic job?” He's standing now, eyes dark with something you couldn’t place, spitting out insult after insult, as if he hadn’t kissed you on your forehead and told you he’d protect you from the world that very first night.
“He’s my boss!” you yell because it was the most frustratingly ridiculous thing for him to say. “That’s what being a good assistant is! And by the way, I wouldn’t have to work that ‘pathetic job' if your unsupportive ass didn’t shit all over my plans – ah!”
Donny had your arms in a brutal grip when you tried to walk away from him. Shaking you back and forth so hard you stumbled in his harsh hold. “Who the fuck are you talking to like that?! Huh!?”
“Donny, let me go!”
“You think you can just walk away after talking to me like that?” He was completely livid, eyes empty of any emotion. Only pure aggression.
“Donny – Donny, fuck! You’re hurting me!” Hearing your pained cry had him release you suddenly, causing you to fall to the floor in tears.
Like he was someone else, he crouched down to you, cupping your face gently and spewing out apologies. “Babe, I’m so sorry. Shit, I- I didn’t mean to. I didn’t, I’m sorry...Please, you have to forgive me, babe. I’m so fucking sorry. I promise, I won’t – It won’t happen again. Please.” Tears streamed down his face and voice shook with what you thought was remorse.
So you made your first mistake and held his face to wipe his tears. Kissing him and telling him it was fine, that you were okay and that you forgave him. Wanting to just go to bed. He kissed your lips and your arms where he had held you, helping you get ready for bed and holding onto you all night. Yet, you couldn’t sleep a wink.
“It won’t happen again.”
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“Did you believe him?”
A scoff made it past your lips, shaking your head as you look towards the clock. In that moment, you felt even more numb, because it hadn’t mattered if you did believe him. Still you answered, “I stayed.”
Sighing and sitting back into the soft couch cushions, looking at the ceiling now, “It wasn’t about believing him. I was too… shocked.”
“That that happened?”
With a gentle shake of your head, you whisper, “That I didn’t see it.”
“See what?”
“The signs.”
Of course, that first meeting should have deterred you away. Donny had no hesitation when he knocked that guy out at the club. But he had protected you, so it was okay. Right?
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A few weeks later, a moving van was backing into the driveway of the house across the street. It was a Saturday morning, meaning Donny was at the gym. Leaving you to watch from the kitchen window as a group of four very handsome guys carried boxes and furniture into the house. The summer sun wasn’t friendly at all, so you thought it would be a neighborly thing to do, if you made and carried over some lemonade for them. Maybe get to know which one of them would actually be your neighbor.
Clad in a modest summer dress that hugged your bust and waist, you carried the pitcher over with a smile and knocked on the ajar door. Instantly halting their disagreements on where the television would be best mounted.
A dark haired guy with sharp facial features and jawline that you’re sure would cut you, made his way over to you and smiled. Such a pretty smile, you noticed a scare in the middle of his bottom lip, wanting to know what happened. His throat clearing made you realize you were staring at his lips and not saying a single word. Great.
“Sorry, I’m the neighbor...” you start, pointing your thumb over to your house, telling him your name. He nods, looking over at the house.
“Hi, I’m Jay Park, its nice t-”
“No, his name’s actually Jongseong!” Another guy with what you make out to be an Australian accent, buts in as he makes his way over, the other two following in tow. Jay - or Jongseong, groans in annoyance as his friends’ crowd the doorway.
“I’m Jaeyun, that’s Heeseung and Sunghoon.” The guy with almost puppy like features points to the guy with eyes very similar to that of Bambi’s and the other with two moles on his face.
“Hi.” You smile and tell them your name as well. “I brought over some lemonade. Figured you could use a refreshment from all the heavy lifting.” It’s then that they move out of the way and usher you in apologetically like they left you out in the cold for days.
“Sorry about them, they just love embarrassing me.” Jay says as he looks for the box with the cups. Once he finds them, he rinses them out and places them on the counter. You pour into four out of five and place the pitcher down. The other three come join you in the kitchen to take their tangy drinks and thank you for being so sweet. All letting out sounds of content and nodding their heads at the sweet coolness.
Sunghoon whispers so softly into Jay’s ear that he should totally ask you out, that you almost don’t catch it. The latter’s eyes widen trying to figure out if you heard anything as heat takes over your neck and you clear your throat. “Uhm, I should get back. Still have to make lunch for when my boyfriend comes back.”
As if you told them their puppy died, their faces fall. Jay feels his heart twist a little because he did in fact, think you were stunning and so thoughtful, especially with that dress. But he wasn’t a home wrecker. “O-Of course, yeah. Thanks, for the lemonade.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I’ll walk you out.” He leads and you wave goodbye to the others before saying bye to Jay and walking back with the now empty pitcher. “Man, why the fuck couldn’t you wait till she left to say that?” Jay scowls at the youngest.
“Well how was I supposed to know that she was with someone?!” Sunghoon defends as if it was obvious.
“You don’t assume she’s single either, dumbass!” Heeseung chastised.
“Yeah, or interested.” Jaeyun adds.
“Whatever. I was just trying to get my cousin a nice woman, okay?” Sunghoon pouts, drinking the rest of his lemonade. All while Jay couldn’t help but notice how all your curtains were drawn even with how warm it was. He shakes his head, opting to finish unpacking.
By the time Donny got home, he had already showered and was ready for the lunch that his girlfriend prepared. “Babe! I’m home.” He announced as per usual, waiting to be greeted with a hug and a kiss. As you came out from the dining area wiping your hands with a dish towel, his face lit up seeing you in that dress.
“Hey there.” You greet, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him and he wraps his around your waist.
“You look pretty. What’s the occasion?” He asks once you’re both seated and began eating.
“It was just really warm out so, I wanted something breathable.” You explain after taking a sip of the fresh lemonade you made for the two of you. He hums as he munches down, always having built up and appetite at the gym. “Did you get in all your reps today?”
“Mmh, except for cardio. For some reason all the treadmills were booked. Some class or whatever.” He takes a sip himself, scrunching his face up. “God, babe. Way too much sugar. You tryna give me diabetes?”
You frown, trying not feel hurt but then remember something. And this is where it all went left, again.
“Well, the new neighbors thought it was just great.” The way you mumbled and drank up your glass as if to further prove your point, made his jaw tick. The sound of cutlery hitting the plate made you sit up straight, not backing down.
“The new neighbors?” He asked lowly.
“Yeah. He and his friends drank the entire pitcher I took over.” This made something inside of him twist but he couldn’t help the way the pronouns made him recoil.
“He? His friends?”
“Yeah, babe. They were helping him move in. I thought it would be a nice way to welcome him to the neighborhood.” You say as you continue eating, he seemingly having lost his appetite just sat there.
“You went over to another man’s house, in that dress, with drinks?” He asked as if you were telling him the most absurd thing ever.
Sighing, you put your cutlery back down and sat up straight again. “What’s the problem here, Donny?”
“You don’t see?” He asks like it weren’t clear as day.
“No. No, I don’t.” You deadpan.
“You dressed up for someone else. For another guy!” His voice raised towards the end. You scoff, feeling like an idiot for having brought it up. “Do you know how that makes me look?!”
“Lower your voice.” You scowl at him, speaking in a hushed tone.
“Oh, you’re afraid your new neighbor is gonna hear how you’re already slutting yourself out for him?!” His voice is loud and clear, now standing and towering over you significantly.
Slutting? Slut?
“Don’t you fucking call me a slut, Donny!” You snap back, standing up as well.
“What do you call it when you dress up in almost nothing and jump on a man’s dick the second he moves in?!”
“Oh, piss off! I didn’t jump on anybody’s dick. God, you’re unbelievable!”
“I’m unbelievable?!”
“Yeah, you are! You’re the one coming home smelling like fucking grapes and whatever else that bitch you go to is using in her bathroom!” There it was. You had caught the scent months ago and it was reoccurring whenever he went to the ‘gym’.
“What the fuck are you even talking about?” He wavers his shield of anger only slightly.
“Oh, so the gym offers a variety of scented body wash and shampoo?” you ask, aggressively taking the plates and emptying the food into the trash.
“Of course not-“
“Then why do you smell like a goddamn vineyard whenever you come home from a workout, Donny!?” you ask, losing the grip you had on the plates, the shatter echoes throughout the house. “Fuck.” You whisper to yourself as you get down to pick up the pieces. Ironic huh.
Donny sighs, running a hand over his face and going over to help you when you hiss from getting nicked by a shard. “Here, let me.” You don’t bother saying no and get up to go tend to your cut.
As you wash the blood from your palm in the bathroom, you think to yourself. Maybe you both overreacted and said a lot of things. Maybe, it was his friend’s body wash and shampoo. Maybe, maybe you shouldn’t have worn that stupid dress. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone over to Jay’s.
Later that night, you and your boyfriend slept angry. Backs to each other in tense silence. That was the gasoline to this fire show.
Jay thought he was just hearing things. He didn’t see when your boyfriend came home, but when he heard the first increase in volume he rushed over to the window to try and get even a glimpse of your house inside. Yet still, your curtains were drawn, no way to see inside.
He obviously didn’t want to intrude, let alone add to the commotion. So when he heard more yelling followed by the shatter of glass, he had his hand on the door knob to go over. But when it went completely quiet, he was worried about what the possible outcomes would have been. Opting to stay put, deciding that he would bring it up subtly if he saw you again. Alone that is.
Jay waited about a week until he saw you again. You were wearing a hoodie and some sweats, getting the mail. He went out under the guise of taking out the trash and when you heard the door open, you looked over. Waving with a small smile, he greeted you back softly, “Hey neighbor. Thought those idiots might have scared you off.” You tilt your head in confusion, grinning when it clicks.
“I don’t get scared off that easily.” The severity in your statement didn’t hit you in that moment, but it would. Eventually. “Have you settled in yet?” You ask and he shakes his head with a frown that you couldn’t deny was endearing. “Want some help?”
That’s how you found yourself in Jay’s house, rearranging furniture to be more homey and convenient. The only thing you didn’t have to help him with was his kitchen. Jay seemed to be quite pit together, having organized everything until the spices rack and veggies in his fridge. He told you about his love for cooking and how he got into it at a young age. You shared that factor, having been known to always re-create the recipes you saw on Chopped and Master Chef.
“I’d love a thank you meal. You know, for the lemonade and now today.” You say lightly teasing.
Jay chuckles, his dimple making an appearance and you feel a flutter that you quickly will to go away, at the same time he was fending off a blush at your offer to spend more time with him. “That only seems fair. What would you like to eat then?” You hum in thought, coming up empty and tell him to surprise you.
While Jay busied himself in the kitchen, you fired small questions for him to answer. Things like why he moved here, how long he’s been friends with the three and why he bought a house built for a family. He told you he liked the suburban vibe and the coziness of the house. It reminded him of the house he grew up in and wanted to raise a family of his own there one day.
Jay appreciated how you were actively trying to get to know him. Whether that be just as a friendly neighbour or something else, he didn’t care. He was simply basking in the soothing presence that was you. The feeling went both ways, too. He listened to you talk about even the small things, your garden and what plans you had for it. Not wanting to dive too deeply into the hole that was your life, so you stuck to the light topics. Like how your job wasn’t exactly what you wanted but it paid the bills. He picked up a solemn tone to that but didn’t want to press on, sometimes work is work. He couldn’t relate to having a boss however, because he ran his own catering business. You could see the spark in his eyes as he spoke about how he started with a stand and moved his way up into having enough money to purchase a building for everything. You had that same spark when you told Donny about your own plans but, we know how that went.
Jay also explained how he and the boys grew up together, Sunghoon being his younger cousin and not really knowing how to read a room. Which explained his little comment on day one. It wasn’t like you were blind. You had acknowledged then that Jay was very handsome. Any woman would be lucky to be in his life and mother his children. He would make such an amazing father as well, as attentive as he is and well rounded around the house. Had it not been for your own twisted fate of a lover, you probably would have lined up.
Of course Jay wondered to himself where your boyfriend was if you were here practically the whole morning almost reaching lunch time. But he waited till after you had finished eating and complimented his skills, to say something.
“So uhm, I never got to meet your uh, your boyfriend yet. Is he always busy or?”
Jay was subtle about the way he eased into the topic. The two of you had been having small banter over lunch and he even managed to make you laugh a little. Although, seeing you regularly tug your slave over your hand was concerning, since you had it bandaged.
“Yeah, he works a lot. And when he’s gone like this, he’s at the gym.” You were telling yourself that so much that even you started to believe it.
“What gym? I mean, I’m into fitness too but I haven’t gotten the chance to find a good place for me yet.” Jay fumbles out nervously, making you smile.
“Over on Oak Avenue. He’s been a member since we moved here. Raves about it.” You tell him you’d let him know about all the membership details once you get them from your boyfriend and he nods. Getting back on track.
“I uhm, I don’t mean to pry, but-“ this makes you tilt your head, brows pulled together in question, “-is everything okay?”
“What do you mean?”
Jay really didn’t want to assume anything but he had to know you were safe. Even if he’s only known you for a week, barely. “I heard yelling that afternoon. T-The day I moved in?” He hesitantly speaks, noting your expression changing into a neutral one. “Look, it’s obviously got nothing to do with me but I ju-“
“You’re absolutely right, Jay. It’s got nothing to do with you.” Your tone is one that he can’t decipher and he’s about to argue but you shut him down as you get up to leave, “You should really mind your damn business.”
Defeated, Jay gets up and follows you to the door in a haste, “Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, really. I was just worried.”
You sigh, knowing that he was probably being sincere but you couldn’t let another ‘savior’ into your life. “Don’t be.” You whispered before leaving and getting into your house.
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The lines on the ceiling were seemingly way more interesting than talking about any of this. That didn’t deter your therapist from digging deeper.
“Would you say Jay was being nosey? Or maybe genuinely trying to help?” She asks carefully, wary of your current state.
A beat of silence passed as you thought about Jay. The sweet neighbor that had been nothing but good to you since day one. However, had a hero complex, which you just couldn’t understand.
“At the time, a little bit of both. I mean, he barely knew me yet, he wanted to help me. It was ridiculous but, that’s what drew me in more.”
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It had been apparent that you were avoiding Jay. Having only given him the gym membership details and then disappeared. He tried not to take it personally but who was he kidding. Of course it was personal. Every cell in his body was telling him to go over and talk to you. To make sure you were okay. That you could talk to him or come to him if anything, ever.
As if the universe knew and supported his heart’s intentions, he saw you sitting alone in a café near his business. You had long sleeves on and a long skirt that reached your ankles, hair down covering your face but he knew it was you. He ordered his coffee and timidly made his way over to you in the far corner away from everyone else.
Feeling a sudden presence near you, you looked up and froze seeing your neighbour. He looked good. Dressed in smart casual with his hair slicked back, a few strands slipping over his forehead framing his brows. Realization hit that you’ve been mindlessly staring at him when he clears his throat with a smile.
“Hi neighbour.”
“Hi, Jay”
“Can I uh, join you?”
What’s the worst that could happen? You opt for a nod and gesture to the seat across from you, which he settles into gladly. A server brings over his coffee and he thanks them with a smile. You’re starting to like that smile. Yes the smile.
“How are you?” He asks with eyes that tell you he has only the most genuine intentions but still you evade his gaze and answer nonchalantly.
“Fine.” Your fingers fiddle with the brim of the cup that holds your own, now cold, coffee. Jay seems to understand his presence may have been accepted but not for conversation. So he nods defeated, raising his cup to take a sip of his still very hot coffee.
“Shit, that’s hot!” He hisses from the scorch in an unusually attractive way and you don’t realize the smile you wear until he looks up at you with a raised brow.
“Sorry, it’s just… you had to have known it would burn you.” You say pointedly but still smile. Making the man in front of you tilt his duck his head to meet your eyes and confidently say,
“I wanted it, so I went for it.”
“Even if that means getting hurt?” you mumble incredulously.
“Even then.” The double meaning behind his words made your breath hitch, why? You weren’t sure but you knew one thing, Jay Park, wouldn’t back down easily.
“You coming or going?” you start.
“Work?” Jay offers to which you nod, “Coming. Just wrapped up a mini meeting for an event in two weeks…” Jay sounded so good talking about work, you sat there with him for three refills and a shared muffin, that he insisted he buy and feed you because he could. Making you giggle as your heart beat a little faster and your skin felt a little warmer, but that was all before he noticed you flinch when you sat back into the seat.
You said not to worry, but worry is an understatement of what he’s experiencing right now. “You okay?” He asks concerned. You try to wave him off by sitting back up but the sound of your groan and your expression contorting into one of pain makes him rush to your side in a squat. “Hey? What is it?”
“It’s nothing, I j-“
“Don’t bullshit me.” Your name never sounded so fragile and desperate, till Jay said it, “..please”
The tears are hot behind your eyes and threatening to spill when dip your chin to your side. Jay takes this as a go ahead to gently lift your shirt with shaky fingers. Holding his breath, trying to somehow prepare for what he’ll find but, nothing could have prepared you for his reaction.
“I’m so sorry.” The low whisper took you aback, tear stalled in bafflement. Looking at him to find his eyes focused and scanning the bruising on your waist that seemed to travel along your back but he couldn’t move.
“Jay, why are you-?” You cut yourself off when he pulls your shirt back down and stands up with a mission, grabbing his phone. “What’re you doing?” you panic.
“We need to tell the police.” He says clearly. Making you gasp and slap his phone out of his hand in retaliation, it landing on the table.
“Are you crazy?! We can’t!” You whisper yell as to avoid attracting more attention than there already was.
“Why the hell not?” he matches your volume as he grabs his phone and pockets it.
“Jay, sit down, please.” You beg quietly, tugging him down to sit next to you. “Things aren’t that simple. I-I can’t just tell the police. Even talking to you is a risk!” you rush out in a hushed voice.
Jay was stumped. What did that mean? Talking to him was a risk? You were in trouble but couldn’t get help- what the hell was he supposed to do, just sit back?
“Yes. That’s exactly what you should do.” Not realizing Jay had voiced his final thought and getting an answer he didn’t like very much.
So he had no choice right now other than to keep his distance and keep to himself.
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The scratching of pen on paper alongside the constant ticking clock was making you anxious. Not enough to break down but enough to have your leg bounce.
“What did Jay finding out about everything mean for you?” This session was beginning to feel like time stopped, to your dismay it was just going slowly.
A heavy sigh and a sad smile, “It meant all hell would break lose.”
Maybe you were exaggerating a little but, Jay knowing only meant that things were going to shift. Not having to guess whether it was bad or good because when it came to you, it seemed that you could only have a peaceful moment for five seconds of summer.
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Burying yourself in your work at the office, asking if there was anything more you needed to get done in hopes of staying late. When you did end up staying later than even the last time, Donny blew a gasket.
“Seriously? It’s almost midnight?!”
You sigh, having barely taken your coat and shoes off, “Can we please not do this right now?” you didn’t even raise your voice but he raised his.
“When would be a good time for you then? Should I call your boss and make an appointment?” The sick part about this was that he was barely home just as much as you and yet, you were the ‘workaholic puppy slut'.
“I’m not doing this with you.” You say as you make your way past him and to the bedroom. Grabbing your sleep wear and heading for the bathroom when he cuts you off.
“Don’t you fucking walk away from me. I’m talking to you!”
“Well I don’t wanna talk to you!” You snap back with venom.
“Who do you wanna talk to huh? - The neighbour?!”
The neighbour. The same neighbour was watching from a window, eyes following the silhouettes until they disappeared and only the yelling was available. It took everything in his bones to stay put, to respect your wish, to mind his business. With not a clue as to what the fight was about, all he could do was wait for any scream for help from you, but it never came.
“Oh for fucks sake, stop bringing him up! Is your ego so bruised just because I welcomed him?”
“It’s not about the welcome!”
“Right, my bad, it’s because I was practically slutting myself out to him.” You retort throwing your clothes at him as you undressed to get clean. “Maybe I should do just that.”
“Shut up.” He threatens lowly.
“Yeah, maybe I should just jump on his dick. I bet it’s really b- ah!” Hot tears running down your face in streams because,
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“It happened again.”
You nod. What else was there to say?
“But you fought back.”
“It didn’t matter, he just softened for two minutes and then we were back at each other’s throats.”
It’s not like you could leave, he would breakdown and cry every time you even looked at the front door. Empty promises of not meaning to hurt you, to be better, to do better, that he loved you and couldn’t live without you. So you stayed. Too scared of what he would do when you actually did try to leave.
It was almost like a never ending cycle. He apologizes and licks your wounds. You hold each other and pretend to be normal until one of you comes home late.
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“I told you I had a meeting!” You yell exasperated for the umpteenth time. Donny had gone off on you for coming home the next morning after presumably being at work all night. Not even answering his calls or texts.
“I know damn well meetings don’t run overnight.” He yells with so much rasp.
“So what then huh? We went out afterwards and I didn’t feel like coming back here!” you raise your arms letting the drop back down to your sides as you look for anything else to do.
“And let me guess, there was only one bed?!” Coming up with yet another scenario of you and your boss.
“Here we fucking go! It’s always the same shit with you!” you turn to face him with so much resent.
“I know you’re not talking, beca-“ a knock on the door makes him stop to look at the source and then back at you. You have no idea who could possibly be at the door. Donny walks over and swings it open and he doesn’t see the panic in your eyes when Jay’s figure is revealed. What the hell was he thinking? God, this idiot would get you killed.
“What!?” Jay’s eyes met with the tall, buff guy, maybe a few inches taller than himself, who he could only assume was your boyfriend after the door swung open, almost being ripped off of its hinges.
“Is everything alright?” Jay asks steadily, making sure to scan the opening for your face. Once his gaze was locked on it, raises a brow to show he was really asking if you were okay.
“I already told you-” you start but get cut off by the same man you were exchanging profanities with.
“Now you got the neighbor sticking his nose into our shit too?!” your boyfriend accuses incredulously. This causing Jay’s attention to revert to him with a scowl. Wanting nothing more than to land a clean one to his jaw and grab you. Take you far away from there, but he couldn’t.
“Oh please! You’re the one who needs the whole fucking neighborhood to hear your damn voice!” you snap back making your way towards the front door of your house. Both men watch curiously as you stand to face Jay. “I already told you to mind your damn business.” Voice low, as you tell him with a look he seems to understand.
“I was just checking in. With the noise and all.” Jay responds with the same tone and looks between the two of you. A separate conversation happening between the lines and eye contact.
“She told you to mind your own. Fuck off.” The door slams in Jay’s face before he could even register the venom that was laced in your boyfriend’s voice. Jay couldn’t understand why you would let yourself be in that situation. Why you didn’t ask him for help or even call the police or - god something! Little did he know, you were struggling to find a way out if it. That you couldn’t possibly tell him everything without putting him at risk, too. As he walked back down the pathway and towards his own house across the street, he heard the loud voices start up again.
“What the fuck, Donny?!”
“What? You’re upset I slammed the door on your little bodyguard?” He asks back, crowding your space. You step back to get away but he immediately follows.
“You didn’t need to be such an assh-“
You heard it before you felt it and hit the ground. Then again, it wasn’t the first time he’d hit you. All you could do was cradle the side of your face as you hissed in pain. You could barely hear his voice over the ringing in your ear.
“Watch that fucking mouth.”
Nowhere to run.
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You’d think you were used to the blows by now. But it’s like they were delivered with new anger every time.
There you sat, on another Saturday morning, on Jay’s doorstep waiting for him to get home. Donny mentioned he’d be gone all day and left before you even woke up. You thought it would be the best time to apologize to Jay for how things went down three days ago.
Turning onto his street, Jay’s eyes instinctively searched your house for any sign of life or distress. You were back to avoiding him and didn’t even come out of the house. Sighing, his gaze flits over to his own house and almost swerves when he sees a small figure crouched down by his door.
There you sat, covered head to toe in sweats with the hood up and slippers in your feet. His heart broke knowing you were covering up the marks and bruises. He didn’t need to see to know you had been hurt.
He quickly pulled into his driveway and turned off the ignition, making his way to your side.
“Are you okay?” He asks softly when you stand to meet him.
“Can we talk… inside?” He could sense the urgency in your voice, nodding and hurriedly unlocked and opened the door for you to step in first, following and closing it.
Jay’s house was a lot warmer than when you helped him settle in. Not much out of place either, save for the dishes he probably used for an early breakfast considering it was barely noon.
“Can I get you anything? Tea?” He offers softly, playing with his keys. You nod and accept the tea, following him to the dining area and taking a seat by the table.
Jay takes two small cups from his cupboard and puts a teabag in each. You watch as his nimble fingers fiddle with the kettle and sugar as well. Finally coming up to you with two piping hot tea cups.
“Here you go.” You thank him as he takes a seat next to you and place your sweater paws on either side of the cup, seeking warmth even though it was fairly warm weather.
“Look, I – I just want to, no, I need, to apologize for the other day.”
“You don’t need to apologize. I should have minded my own business, like you told me to.” Jay immediately rebuttals but you shake your head looking back at him, placing a palm flat on the table.
“No, I’m glad you didn’t.” This confuses Jay, who tilts his head with a small frown. You lick your lips and continue, “I, uh, should thank you.”
“What for?”
“He went easy on me that night.” You say as a joke but the sadness in your voice makes Jay reach out for your hand and you let him. It brings warmth and chills to you body but you don’t dare move. Even when he calls your name so softly,
“You shouldn’t have to go through this.”
“What can I do? He’s not gonna let me leave, at least not without breaking me first.” You choke up halfway and Jay throws all protocol out the window to engulf you in a much needed hug. It feels safe and reassuring. Like you could be completely vulnerable and open with this man that you’ve known for only a short while, but has shown you more care and consideration than Donny had over a year.
Letting out a shaky breath, you hold onto the cotton shirt on his body. Trying fight back the sobs but your body has a mind of its own as you bury yourself in his scent, shaking violently in Jay’s hold. He doesn’t say anything, simply holding you, rubbing your back with one hand and cradling your head with the other.
Your quiet sobs turned into sniffles and your body was beginning to ache from the position you both were in. Jay loosened his hold on you and helped you sit up straight. His heart wrenching at the sight of your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. Taking your face in his palms and thumbing away the residue from the salty tracks, Jay speaks up in a whisper, “I can’t sit back while he hurts you.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt, too, Jay. I didn’t mean to bring you into my mess.” You mumble through a pout and a sniffle. Jay - really tempted to kiss that pout right off your face because he hates seeing you upset - scoffs and says,
“I know it will hurt me, but I’ll still go for it.” Bringing you back to when he first found out at the café. The certainty was the same, even if you were still worried for his safety. “Where is he right now?”
“Uhm, the gym or his plaything.” You say looking down at your lap. This makes Jay even more enraged.
“That asshole is cheating on you, too?!” you nod, embarrassed. “You’re way too patient.” He tells you with a hint of annoyance but his gentle hands keep you warm. He sighs when you breathe out that you know, but that he was all you knew for as long as you’ve been in relationships. Never having had an actual boyfriend growing up, only fleeting flings in college that never really went anywhere substantially.
Jay listened, understanding why you thought you had to stay with all the times he’d manipulated you into believing that it wouldn’t happen again. He had to give you props on at least speaking up for yourself but still, he hated that you didn’t seek help sooner. Though he would never shame you for being scared. He’d be lying if he said he weren’t scared himself right now.
“What are you scared of?” Not realizing again that he had voiced his thoughts, Jay blinks at you once, twice then breaths, “That you’ll hate me.”
“Why would I ha-mph”
Soft lips pressed against yours in a gentle meeting. Your eyes going wide but your body stayed still, in pure shock. When Jay pulled back, he scanned your face, heat creeping up his features and eyes telling you all you needed, as you cupped his face and pulled him into another kiss. It was Jay’s turn to freeze when he realized you did not in fact hate him and when the initial shock wore off as you brushed your lips gently along his, he let out a sigh of relief.
Your heart was racing a mile a minute, thoughts running even faster. Does this make you a cheater, too? Yeah. Does this make you feel guilty? No. Did Jay actually kiss you first? Yes. Does this mean he likes you? Y-
Jays lips blindly chased after yours when you pulled back, taking your hands off him altogether. He reluctantly settled his own in his lap and silently studies you; chest heaving, lips parted, eyes glossy. Fuck.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just, shit, I really, really like you and want nothing else than to hold you a-and keep you safe, make you happy.” He rushes out and this knocks the wind out of you, because without having to say anything, he reassures you of everything that was uncertain in your head.
But you can’t have nice things, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. So you do what you neither of you want or expect, and you leave. It takes Jay too long to get his feet to move when he tries to run after you, because a familiar car pulls into the street just as he reaches his door. Deciding it was best to leave you be for now.
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“I didn’t even know Donny would be back by then, I guess my gut just told me to run even though my heart was begging me to stay with Jay.” You let out shakily, avoiding the observant gaze of your therapist.
The halfway mark of yours session had come and you still felt the same even after all that you’ve unpacked so far. Asking yourself if it was all pointless or if it was in fact worth the time and money spent.
“It’s understandable. You’ve been so accustomed to fight or flight responses. Only this time there was no danger and yet still, you chose flight. Why is that?” She takes off her glasses and kneels forward on her elbows. It made you feel like prey.
Why? Why did you? Why did you run?
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You had pretended to be asleep by the time Donny went upstairs. Feeling his heavy presence near you sent an icy chill down your spine but you laid still. Rather be in a fake slumber than end up in a real permanent one. He only brushed a thumb lightly over your eyebrow and temple, as if he were the most caring boyfriend. When leaning down to place a kiss on there, your nose was filled with that same damn grape scent and your stomach churned in disgust. When he left to take a shower your eyes shot open in anger, no longer hurt by his actions because they were old and tired. His infidelity of course did not mean yours was valid, you knew that. However you couldn’t be bothered anymore, deciding then and there that what you had done with Jay was only the beginning.
It was raining when you knocked, more like banged, on Jays door like the police that he so badly wanted to involve. It had been heavily raining on and off for the past week or so, making you feel particularly vulnerable and well clingy. Having taken a chance with Donny to cuddle up to him, but he shook you off with an excuse of having to go in to work last minute on a Friday night. You already knew you weren’t going to get anything from him but he had to believe you were about him before he left. Left you with a devious albeit nervous feeling in your stomach that could have easily been mistaken for giddiness.
To say he was shocked would be downplaying every emotion that ran through Jay’s body at seeing you soaked on his doorstep. The look in your eyes was one he’d never seen before and he was quite nervous but still he stepped aside for you to enter the threshold of his home, closing the door behind you.
“Are you crazy?” Those were not in fact the words that you expected to hear but a spark of adrenaline rushed through your entire body and you leapt forward. Hands taking hold of his face and sealing his lips with your own. Jay made a startled noise but gave in to you, hands taking place on your hips to bring you closer. The speed at which your heart was beating made you hyperaware of everything that was Jay. From is familiar comforting scent, to the familiar softness of his lips, to the warmth from his hands that seeped through the soaked material of your t-shirt. Lips molding together like two puzzle pieces and you wanted more, Jay too. “Wait-“
“Yeah?” You pant, moving your arms to rest on his shoulders and leaning back to look him in those beautiful dark eyes, concern shining through them.
“Are you sure about this?” He asks breathlessly.
“I’m one hundred percent sure, Jay.” You’re so glad your voice did not waver because any doubt would mean Jay would back up off you, and you didn’t want that.
“What about him?” He didn’t want to bring your boyfriend up, but he had to. This was messy business and he knew it, still he wanted it.
“What about him?” Jay didn’t fail to miss the bitter taste that left in the air but still quirked a brow at you. You roll your eyes and sigh, “He’s with his other bitch.”
Jay takes a deep breath in, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes take you in for the second time, this time properly. Everything was soaked from your t-shirt to your sweats and even your feet and slides. Letting out the breath with a slow shake of his head, he leans in for a single peck, whispering against your lips, “We should get you out of these wet clothes.”
You smile and kiss him again, “We should, huh?” he hums and kisses you back deeply and licking into your warm cavern, wrapping his arms around you tightly, not caring that his clothes were getting wet.
Leaving your shoes right there, you let Jay blindly guide you towards what you soon realize is the bathroom. Not daring to part from each other, too enamored by the others taste and feeling of tongues getting to know one another.
You squeal in shock when Jay lifts you up onto the bathroom counter, then only pulling away from his mind numbing kiss. He chuckles at your reaction, earning a harmless scowl from you. Settling between your legs with a hand on either side of your waist on the counter. He looks up at you with something new, something you haven’t seen in a very long time, if ever.
Need.
Tugging him back to you by the back of his neck, you reciprocate the need in this kiss, screaming all the things you’ve been holding back over the past weeks. Jay straightens, heat coursing through him as hands reaching for the hem of your t-shirt to get even the smallest bit of access to you. You shiver lightly at the warmth of his fingertips against your cold skin. He kneads it gently, part of him remembering the bruises from before. They would have faded by now, but what if you had gotten new ones? This causes Jay to pull back from you again.
When you see his furrowed brows, you think you did something wrong. About to ask what was wrong, you stop yourself when he slowly starts to inch your t-shirt upwards, eyes scanning every new inch of skin revealed. You thought you understood what was going through his mind, taking it off completely, leaving you bare from the waist up.
Tears prickled Jay’s eyes at the sight of what was definitely fresh bruising on your body. They looked to tender to not be recent. There was a straight bruise underneath your breasts, from when you had been shoved against the kitchen counter in a not so pleasant way. Several small bruises scattered along your shoulders from when you had been held back from running. Patterned bruises across you’re the left side of your ribs from having been kicked when you were already down.
A pained whimper escaped Jay’s chest, heart breaking at the sight of his love, hurting like this. “Why?” He breathed. Gathering up the courage to look you in the eyes, only to find that you were watching him the entire time, your own tears blurring your vision. “How could anyone do this?” His voice sounded so furious and confused at the same time. Not being able to understand how anyone could have the nerve to hurt someone like you.
Feeling insecure about the fragility in your appearance, you raised your arms to cover yourself. Jay realizing that you didn’t want to be reduced to some beaten up, battered girl. You were much more than that and he was going to help you see that in yourself. Cupping your face gently, securing your gaze, he speaks with a firm yet gentle tone, “You don’t need to hide from me. Look at me, baby. I see you.” You let out a happy cry, letting him thumb away your tears.
Jay turned away from you to quickly start up the shower. While it heated up he came back to you with new determination. His lips caught yours once more, swallowing your sigh of content when his hands found your delicate mounds. They molded to the shape of his heated palms with every grope and squeeze. His thumbs ran teasingly close to your pebbling nipples, but never direct. Driving you insane with anticipation and arousal. His kisses left your lips in favor of trailing them down your jaw, neck and chest. Making sure to kiss apologetically over each bruise on his way down to your needy nipples.
“Fuck, Jay.” You sighed out, arching into his touch, feeling his tongue flick over your left nipple then the right. Softly caressing them and sending subtle waves of pleasure down to your core. Your panties were soaking for sure, not just from the rain. Peeking down at Jay, you swore he looked so pretty toying and licking at your breasts. Not being able to resist running your fingers through his dark tresses and tugging, earning a groan from him that shot straight through your nipples.
With soft ‘pop’, jay detached his lips and went straight to kiss you again. Speaking against them as he lowers you off the counter, “C’mere, said to get you out of these.” You hum in acknowledgement and part from him so that he could rid you of your sweats. Before he could free you from your panties you tugged at his own clothes with a whine. He smiles and that dimple that you’ve been addicted to shows making you smile too. He sheds his own t-shirt first, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling it up over his head. Your eyes trail over his honey toned torso that melts into fine lines between defined abs. This man was fucking gorgeous.
Reaching out to trace your fingers along his warm skin, taut muscles contracting at the coldness of your fingertips. Your fingers move at their own accord, tugging his drawstrings loose and hooking them beneath his waistband. Looking up at him through your lashes, he nods reassuringly and lets you pull down his sweats, kicking them to the side.
Both standing left in only your underwear, Jay senses your uncertainty and reaches for your hand. Lacing your fingers together and pulling you into the warm spray of the shower. He captures your lips once more and you hold each other close. So close you can feel each other’s warmth between your bodies. He’s hard against your lower belly and you know you’re about to completely ruin your panties when you reach a hand down to palm him over his briefs.
“Shit, baby. That feels good.” Jay grunts, laying his head on your shoulder and gripping your waist firmly. He pants against your neck as he ruts into your touch, your mind goes haywire taking in the size of him hidden away. His own hands wander down to the curve of your ass, and a tentative squeeze has you whining out into the small space of the shower. He snakes a hand between your bodies as well, tracing the shape of your lips over your panties. Smirking against your skin, because he can clearly tell the difference between the water and your sticky arousal. He teases his fingers along where your clit it is, easily tracing the shape of it.
Panting out, chasing the feeling of his fingers against your neglected bud. Your silent plea is cut off by the feeling of Jay pressing slow languid circles. You moan out breathily placing both hands on his shoulders for stability because he absolutely knows what he’s doing. After a few more teasing circles, Jay groans and pulls the flimsy material down and you kick them off to the side.
Tugging him back in for a searing kiss, Jay swallows your whimpers of pleasure that his skilled fingers earn him. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but Jay made you feel like you’ve never experienced anything like this before in your life. Collecting the arousal on two of his digits before easing them past your tight entrance. Your gummy walls encasing them in warmth that causes his length to twitch within the confinement of his briefs.
With precision, he takes in all your reactions with concentration, curling and twisting his fingers to bring you absolute pleasure. Parting from your kiss to mouth at your neck, your mewling sending blood straight to his aching cock. “You sound so pretty.” He noses up the side of your neck to whisper deeply, “Does that feel good, baby?” Kissing just above your pulse.
In place of a verbal response, your walls clench tightly around his digits, earning yourself a pleased chuckle. His thumb meets your clit and electricity shoots through you. The coil of arousal tightening with each drag and brush against that spot that makes you see stars. This shouldn’t feel so right, so good and so perfect. So you sigh out, “Stop”
Jays fingers halt, fear visibly taking over his entire system. Wondering what the hell he did wrong and if there was going to be a repeat of the day he kissed you, ending in you making a run for it. However he calms when you stutter out your next words, “I just want to - uh - cum with you. Around you.”
Resuming the pace of his fingers, Jay smiles at you, kissing your forehead once before leaning his own against it and looking into your eyes, “Doll, you’re going to cum like this first, then on my tongue and then with me, around me.” His promise sends a new wave of arousal gushing past his digits. “Okay, baby?”
“Okay”
True to his word, Jay has you coming undone on his fingers not long after. Not letting you ride it out completely before he’s on his knees in front of your aching core. Looking up at you briefly before zoning in on your heat, he holds you steady against the glass wall and dives into you. Hot muscle laves languidly at your folds before plump lips wrap around your clit, the sensitive bud pulsing against him.
Threading a hand in his matted locks, brushing them out of his face so that you could see just how good he looked eating you out. Too overwhelmed to utter a word as you never thought you’d see the day he was on his knees for you but you quickly started to enjoy the view. Hips chasing the feeling of his tongue when he starts to fuck it into you. Jay groans at your needy actions, feeling a swell of pride knowing that he had that effect on you. And the swell of his cock reminds him to be fast or else he might definitely come untouched. Enjoying getting you off a little more than you probably were.
“Fuck, baby. You even taste pretty.” The vibrations from his arousal laced voice go straight to your core and send tingle up your spine. You throw your head back against the glass, neither of you caring that the water was starting to run cold. Minds completely wrapped around each other. It doesn’t take long to get you to your second release, pussy having been stimulated by the first one sent your body into a floaty buzz.
Jay licks up every drop possible and swallows it down like it were the only thing that could quench his thirst. Which was true in a way. Standing back up to turn off the water, Jay looks back at you, both your pupils blown in pure lust. He has to keep his hands firmly on your waist when you try to step away from the wall. “Let’s get you to bed.”
You whine even though you know he’s not finished with you. Buy when he tugs his briefs down with one hand and kicks them to join your own, your breath hitches. He was quite literally, “So big”. Your jaw slacks in awe at the curved girth, a size you were absolutely sure was way more than your boyfriend or anyone else you’d been with for that matter.
“Bigger than him?” It was your turn to not notice you voicing your thoughts aloud. Looking back at the man before you to find a smug smirk on his swollen lips. You nod in response, to which he scoops you up, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and makes his way out to the master bedroom.
Not concerned in the slightest with the fact that you were both incredibly dripping, Jay deposits you onto his bed. Leaning back up to really take you in. You were just gorgeous. A perfect gem in his eyes and like mentioned before, he would make sure that you knew that.
He kissed you just beneath your naval, trailing over each bruise gently. Each kiss followed by a praise of your worth and your importance. Gradually making his way upwards toward your face, where he hovered over you and stared into your once again teary eyes. “I mean every single word,” He holds himself up on one arm, cupping your cheek with his free hand, “you hear me?” You nod but he shakes his head, almost begging you. “Tell me you believe that, baby.”
“I do. I believe you Jay.” And you did. With everything inside you, you believed him. You wrapped your arms around him in a much needed embrace, bringing Jay down to you making his cock brush against your sex. You both moan, pulling away slightly to look into each other’s eyes, a small fit of giggles erupting at the sudden contact. Jay kisses you again and again, as he reaches over to his bedside drawer for a condom. Sitting on his knees to put it on, giving himself a few pumps before leaning back over you. He lines his tip up with your entrance, making sure to hold your eye contact in case you changed your mind. But you didn’t, you simply spread your legs wider, with an assuring nod and he slid in slowly.
The stretch was new, it was big. He was big. A whimper reached his ears and he kissed the side of your face repeatedly, “Ssh, I know, baby. I know.” His soft kisses distracted you from the slight sting and before you knew it, your bodies were pressed flush against each other. Jay gives you a moment to adjust to his size, whispering praises and peppering kisses all over your face, neck and chest.
Once the pain had subsided and all that was left was the pleasure of being filled to the brim, you clenched down on him. With a surprised grunt, Jay looks at you as he gets ready to start moving. “Jay, please move.” Your needy voice was the last thing he needed as he began to pull back till just the tip and slid back into you so smoothly thanks to your arousal. He help himself up and fucked you slowly, deeply. All while watching your reactions, you were very responsive. Especially when you could quite literally feel all of him dragging deliciously against your slippery walls.
“Fuck – Fuck, baby. You feel amazing.” Keening from your new lovers praises, them going straight to your core, causing a flutter around his cock that didn’t go unnoticed. “That’s right, you’re making me feel so good. Shit, tight pussy taking me so well, doll.” Heart swelling at the praise, you wrapped your legs around his waist. The new angle allowing his tip to dig into that same spongy spot that had you seeing stars.
“Oh fuck, Jay. Right there.” You didn’t need to tell him twice. Jay was now hammering into that spot repeatedly. Pushing you closer and closer towards the edge of your third climax. Still wanting to come undone with him, you fight it off and Jay notices.
“It’s okay, baby. You can cum.” You shake your head in resistance and he smiles fondly. “Yes, baby.” He reaches a hand down to toy at your swollen clit, sending a rush if pleasure through you and causing panic.
“N-No! I wanna cum w-”
“With me. You will. But first you’ll cum now.” As if his voice alone had full control over your body, you came with a cry of his name as your body shook. Jay not daring to let up his fingers or slow down his thrusts. “That’s it, doll. So good.” He was enamored with your beauty, but seeing you in ecstasy was a whole other experience. You were breathtaking.
“So are you.” Again, Jay had voiced his thoughts unknowingly. Feeling shy all of a sudden at being caught. You were still coming down, barely, smiling at his flushed face all flustered. “You’re stupid fine. Really.” You mumble almost incoherently with the way he was still pounding into you. It was his turn to be affected by your words, balls tightening up for release, pace slightly faltering.
“I’m close.” He breathes out. “You gonna cum with me, right, baby?” You nod dazedly, licking your lips in anticipation. Jay buried his face in your neck, chasing both your highs. Yours was rapidly approaching with how stimulated your walls were, surprised that you haven’t teetered into overstimulation.
“Jay, Jay, Jay-”
“I got you.”
Jay guided you both through your orgasms. Making slow languid strokes as he fills the condom and you spasm around him. Hips stilling, chests heaving, you run your hands up and down his slippery back. Needing to be touching every inch of him.
A moment of calm silence passed, nothing but soft breaths and the beating if hearts audible. Softened, Jay leans up out if your hold to remove the latex and tie it off, tossing it into the bin near the door.
You feel yourself starting to drift off, exhaust taking over your body from the days’ activities.
“Let me get you cleaned up and change the sheets first. Then you can sleep. Okay, baby?” Jay’s soft voice brings you out of the tempting slumber haze. You nod sleepily, making him smile and kiss your pouty lips.
He does as said, carrying you to the bathroom and filling the bathtub with warm water and bubbles while you relieved your bladder. He sets you in the tub gently and suds you up, making sure to take extra care about where you’re sore. He leaves you to yourself for a beat, while he changes the sheets and turns the heat up. When he returns, you’re already out and draining the water. He wraps you in a large fluffy towel, peppering kisses all over your face, earning himself tired giggles.
You realize he’s still stark naked and take a peak down at his soft length. Still entranced by his size you find yourself staring, wondering how the hell he managed to fit it all inside you.
“We have plenty of time to do that again but right now,” Jay chuckles deeply, “my baby needs to rest. Yeah?”
‘my baby’. His baby.
“Your baby?”
A slight hint of uncertainty makes an appearance, but your bright smile and lovesick eyes washed it all away. He nods with a pout, “My baby.” You lean up to kiss him once, twice and whisper,
“Yours.”
Waking up to an empty bed had Jay’s heart racing in a broken way. Searching for any sign that you were still there somewhere he found none. He could feel the hot tears welling up at the thought of you running away from him again.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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REVOLUTION
[CYBERPUNK x ALIENS AU]
PART ONE
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BITTERSWEET
Side Characters: OT7
Warnings: violence, sharp objects, blood, death.
Genre: cyberpunk, fantasy, enemies to lovers. Jungkook x mc
SUMMARY: Human race has been fighting an endless war with aliens for 200 years, that made scientists and the military force create Shelters under the grounds of the deserts in hopes to save as many lives possible, althought they have tried to win this war nithjng humans tried was effective wich lead them create a new weapon. One that finally could win. But, could only be used by a hybrid, half human and half aliens the new generation of humans hybrids stronger then an average human, were the only ones that could wear the armor. They were the only ones strong enough and capable of using the armor to defeat the aliens. In the middle of this war a new fight arise when a normal woman decides to make a reckless decision, out of love she sets fire to the fuse.
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It had been two days already since the attack, everyone recovered well and fast. Yoongi and Hoseok where the first ones to recover and I was their doctor, yoongi was the quietest and Hoseok who kept insisting I call him Jay was loud and bright, to him it was as if nothing abnormal had happened, the fact that they are completely different from each other and work together is interesting. They seamed so close.
- finally a pretty doctor to take care of me - said Hoseok as I went to check on him before he goes back to the training center.
- I just came to check you up before I can let you go, pretty patient - as I said that, his yellow eyes shined even more.
- oh doctor, suddenly I don't feel so well - he played - I think I'll have to stay more and you have to take care of me.
- oh really!? - I played back as I checke his temperature and heartbeat on the screen - I could swear you had just gotten better!
- I know right? - he says and whimper as if in pain - my heart oh..
- oh god Hoseok please, I have to work - Yoongi said on the other bed beside Hoseoks, now sitting on it - can you check me up after him, please?
- right away!
I went to the other side and laugh a little as Hoseok let a dramatic "no", as I was done checking them both I wrote their note saying their where good to go. We must do that so they can present the not to their leader on their Unite to work.
The only patients left was Taehyung, Jungkook and Hyejin. A day after Taehyung was already good to go, I wasn't the doctor in charge of him though.
Then after him was Jungkook. Namjoon was the one in charge of his recovery and release, even though he was released he would still come back every time to see Hyejin.
Thanks to that I would often bump into him from time to time, and every time my heart would skip a beat even though he didn't pay me any mind. Why would he? He had a Hunter as a girlfriend and I was... a simple human.
How stupid of me. How could I let myself have feelings on the leader of the Hunters? A human alien hybrid who apparently hate humans too?
It made me bitter. It made me even more bitter to know they found love in such era and had each other, loved each other. And I didn't have nothing.
My life would be work and die old with no time to love, no one to love me. But they would die together fighting for each other.
I could almost taste the bitterness in my tongue. Jealousy certainly is not sweet.
Just my luck, it was my turn to check on Hyejin. She was getting better but, by the looks of it she wasn't strong enough to fight anymore. She should rest from now.
She was still asleep as I was done checking her state, making my turn to leave I bump into a hard chest  losing my balance and taking a few steps back out of it.
- sorry... - I mumble, it is Jungkook who I bumped into. I swallowed hard as I take in his appearance, he's wearing the white training uniform, a tight white shirt that makes every detail of his body visible, every muscle of his and his arms.
He seamed to realize my stare at him, as he scoffed and bumped into my side to sit beside the bed where she was.
It seems they don't teach about respect to Hunters. Or maybe he simply decided not to.
[...]
As the days passed, things were slowly becoming more quiet again. People were still recovering from the last fight, but it was a lot more calmer.
Hyejin was released as she was fully recovered, the Hunters went back to training. And I was back to restoring the storage room with medicine and so on.
Sometimes very rarely I would bump into one of the boys from the Hunters group, sometimes they would come here needing painkillers or treatment. This week was Taehyung.
They had a training fight that day and his opponent was Jungkook, he didn't went easy on Taehyung even though they were teammates.
He doesn't seam to be a bad person but, he doesn't look like a nice one either. I wonder what he actually is like, I can't help it. I don't know what is it about him that i can't just take him out of my mind, I feel so stupid for it too. Why can't i simply forget him?
The more I think about i the more I seam to loose myself into him, they way he smell like ocean even though I never been in the ocean and only heard from others, he feels fresh and his eyes... they look like obsidians. So beautiful.
I wish I could just ripe him out of my heart, it would hurt less then to have to watch him with someone else. If he can't be mine, why him?
Why?
Why?
Why!?
This is making me insane. My fist colide with the table in front of me making everything over it tremble.
- whoa... - I heard a Namjoon says - bad timing?
Sighing i simply move my head side to side, and sit down on a chair behind the table.
- no, just have a lot in my mind - i said - what, did you want anything?
- oh yes, it looks like another alien is coming this way, we have to be there in case it gets closer so the last time doesn't repeat.
True.
Although we have been in this war for so long, we still get the same reaction every time. But only we are catch by surprise. At times like these when the TI team spots a threat from a far we have more time to prepare, and is more easy to move from Unite to Unite and help the people who are civilians.
- okay, let's go. - i said getting up from my chair and fallowing Namjoon to the Red Unite.
It seams like i will be a lot more busy tonight.
Not only that, the alien just had to come at us at night time. It won't be an easy fight for the Hunters, even at day time is hard. They better bring more people.
This time i stand next to Namjoon in the long line of doctors and medical help. It is the same as last time, only difference is people look a lot more calmer or at least they seamed to be.
From what i heard it a low level alien so it won't be too hard on them this time, a good change since they almost died las time.
As this time the alien didn't require too much to kill, only 2 member from the Hunters came. And you guessed, it was Jungkook and Hyejin.
She shouldn't be there, she still needs rest.
Not that I care. The lovely people will die together, how poetic. And a waste. From Jungkook side, Hyejin is not at a level to be called a Hunter. I read her registration form and she was weak, the only reason she was there being Jungkook. But why? Putting someone like her in the ring against an alien is like giving her a death sentence.
Not that it is my problem. They probably have their reasons. Who cares?
They get in the elevator and as it went up a small sight left my lips, how is it to be there inside the armor and fighting? The adrenaline rush makes you blind to a point you can't feel nothing but the need to survive, to kill? Surviving something such as that, does it make you want to live more? Or the opposite?
Well I definitely wouldn't know, but something in me wished i did.
My whole life I never had a real reason for being here, except the fact they need to repopulate the whole planet now. Other then that i had no time to dream, to wish or desire something or... someone.
People born in this era who can do all this are so lucky they have no idea.
All i have is emptiness.
This time it doesn't scare me as much when they finally leave in the armor, Namjoon was right, you just get used to.
No one was expecting that. The quietness. After some time I was even asking if there was really an alien there.
Namjoon turned to me and told me it was due to the fact it was a lower level alien and for that, it wasn't need much to get done with it. But the fact that it was taking longer was surprising, wasn't it supposed to be easier?
No one was expecting it. It took some time but, once it came it took everyone's oxygen out.
The loud explosion outside and the sudden quietness in here from everyone losing their breath, a High level alien came out of nowhere.
With the ducks soley at the lower level one, no one imagined a higher level one would make an appearance.
It was harsh. I knew it was once they had no choice but to retreat back to the Unite, and once they did.
Blood was everywhere. Hyejin was unconscious and Jungkook kept screaming, from both pain and fear.
Fear of losing her.
[...]
They both where in a critical state, Hyejin was bearly holding on and Jungkook had to be sedated because he wouldn't stop moving and screaming. He even lost half of a finger.
The alien literally was throwing them around like a rock, as if it they were nothing.
Some members from Jungkooks team came to visit once they were stable and now in the recovery room, time to time Namjoon checked on them sometimes assigned them to me to take care of.
Like now.
I had to take care of cleaning and changing their bandages, me and another girl were changing Hyejins bandages. Once we were over that i notice we didn't have enough medicine for Jungkook, asking her to go get more in the storage room I made my way to his bed.
She left and i stared checking his condition and cure process, his body was healing fast and was stable. Once i ended taking those notes, I started taking his old bandages off amd preparing new ones.
Putting the solution on a clean cotton bandage i cleaned the cuts on his face, he started mumbling suddenly and moving his head slowly side to side.
I ignored And kept going.
He had a cut on his eyebrow that would leave a scar i figured it was from the pain he would move slightly or mumble some none sense, as i stared cleaning his bruised lip i noticed he had a little mole under his bottom lip. Such delicate lips. Like this it seamed almost cute and harmless.
Looking at him like this made me really think, he was just like me in the end. No choice but to obey, no choice but to let them use your body as a shield.
I caressed his face very lightly, we are all the seam in the end. He gave into my touch laying his face completely on my hand, i held my breath as he slowly opened his eyes. Those yellow grayish irises looking stray into mine, first with confusion then anger.
He held my arm harshly taking it from his face then sitting up on the bed, my breathing got stuck in my throat as he grabbed me closer to his face anger on his face.
Now he looked deadly.
Like he could kill me.
- don't... ever touch me... with your filthy hands again scientist... - he spat at my face before pushing me out, ifell on the floor and watched as he stared getting up from the bed.
He stormed out with no second glance, and just then i realized my hands were shaking.
Fear?
No.
I don't know what is it about him that triggers me so much in so many ways, but i can't stand it anymore.
To be this crazy over him that feel like fist fighting with fire, this is sickening, what is happening.
Y/n
Y/n
- y/n!
- Namjoon?...
He was holding my hands a worried look on his face, "breathe" he whispered and I could finally breath, it was like coming back from a darkroom. I could finally see his face clear.
- what happened? - he asked softly.
- Jungkook... - I tried to find the right words to say it but, I didn't even understand what happened. I didn't do anything wrong.
- don't worry about it okay? - he told me - I'll take care of this. Now you should go, take some rest.
[...]
Splashing some water on my face i took a long breath looking up my reflection on the mirror in front of me, filthy scientist, he must have his reasons but i'm not a scientist.
I know it was not easy for him, hybrids would have to start taking test in an early age and the training was hostile, warlike from the very beginning.
But all I did was help. The light over me suddenly turned red.
- attention.... This is not a train, go back to your safety Unit immediately, this is not a train, warning code RED, warning code RED.
This means...
The roof over me stared trembling and the mirror cracked, this is not good. The alien from the high level is back.
I rushed out the restroom, colliding with someone as soon as I did so, every one was rushing in the corridor. All the lights were red.
Some screamed for helping some shouting instructions, as soon as I was out in the red unit is was harder to spot Namjoon, there were a lot more people there.
A lot more worried than last time, something wasn't right.
- Namjoon! - i shout as i finally had spotted him.
He looked at my direction running toward me, pushing some people out of the way.
- I know is a RED CODE but does it usually have this many people here? - i asked. He had a look on his face something between angry and worry.
- it's Jungkook... he went there without no one knowing - he said, with a sight an angry manner running his finger through his hair.
- what!? How the fuck did he do that!? - anger filled me - how do you fucking take a gigantic robot with no one noticing!?
- he's not just anyone! He literally threw every one out of his way!
- shit!
- yeah shit!
There was a minute of anger between us as we kept our focused on the people around us. Everyone was panicking over this and with good reason, Jungkooks action could put all of us in danger and going there alone against a RED CODE the high level alien won't go easy on him.
And he was injured already... oh god, he's going to die there.
- they should send somebody there to help him - i said turning to Namjoon.
- i said that already - he said not looking at me - they say is not worthy, it will be dangerous for us to make a move now the only thing we can do is wait.
- wait!? - i scoffed - for what, him to die?!
He only kept quiet. He didn't needed to say anything else.
They really are going to let him die out there.
- by the way... - Namjoon said looking at me now - Hyejin woke up and she wants to talk to you.
- she does?
He only nodded.
- you should go talk with her.
The way he said that was clear, he didn't want me to be here to watch Jungkooks death.
I felt a mixture of different feelings, a bitter one from having to have to talk with Hyejin, an uneasy one from Jungkooks stupid decision of suicide, a fear from him dying and so on.
I followed Namjoon order, and went back to my Unite. It would be better to not be here. He has hurted me enough, I don't need to see him getting hurt anymore.
One last breathe and i went back to my Unite, it took me longer to get there then when i came from it Since there where still so many people coming from there to the Red Unite.
I kept my mind empty the whole way there, i dont know what to expect from this talk with Hyejin, and i don't want to try to guess.
What ever it is, i don't care.
Stoping in front of the glass door i watched as she was sitting on her bed, just her there. Hyejin wasn't looking good, usually she looked so beautiful and full of life what is going on outside must have to do with this.
I slowly make my way inside. As she saw me I notice a sight of relief leave her lips, what is going on, I wonder.
- hey...
- please - she didn't let me finish and went stray to the cause - help him.
- what? - confusion fills my mind.
- please save Jungkook, I beg you.
To be continued.
Sorry for any grammatical errors 😫💖
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