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Making Up

Jay Park x Y/N (Reader)
Genre: Romance / Slight angst
Count: 1,770
Warnings: Swearing
Rating: PG-13
(I’m writing this for Jay since he’s my guilty pleasure & to give an example of my writing style~)

Originally posted by huckleberryb

“I ain’t doing with this with you, girl,” Jay sighed as he shut the door to your apartment. Grabbing one of the shirt that you flew at him when he crossed the threshold, he tossed it on the couch while he passed the living room.

He knew you were upset. Chase had given him an earful of shit that afternoon when he slummed into the studio, half dead from last nights partying. He told Jay all about how you called him at one in the morning, waking his ass up, nearly screaming his ear off about your ruined date night and that you were going to murder the CEO. What Jay didn’t expect was to come over to your house for you to, quite literally, toss his things out of your bedroom at him.

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A New Life

White. That was the last thing Ellen remembered. A loud explosion and then infinite white. She groaned, her eyes fluttering open. She immediately regretted it, squeezing her eyes shut at the bright lights in the room. 

She opened one eye cautiously for just long enough to figure out she was in a hospital. She closed her eyes again, bringing her hand up to rub her aching forehead when she noticed something… off.

Her hend didn’t feel the same… Not against her forhead. The texture was different. Maybe she had a bandage on but… No. That didn’t feel like fabric. She opened her eyes again and looked at her hand, seeing an android appendage instead of her own hand. 

Ellen took a second, processing what she’d seen. Then she screamed.