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#10 - What went wrong?

Read: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,  Part 9

Tuesday, 14 June 2017

Your alarm went off at the usual time - 7am. You reach for your phone to stop the alarm then turn over to see if Jay was lying in bed with you. He wasn’t.

You closed to our eyes and put your hand on your forehead. Was Jay with her? Did he leave the office then went to visit her after? Or was he just stuck at work? Tears began forming in your eyes and you didn’t want to start the day in this mood. Not only that but you still felt sick. You still had a slight headache. You thought maybe you didn’t cook dinner properly last night but you brushed it off. Sick of staying in bed feeling like shit you got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

As you walked to the bedroom, you saw Jay sleeping on the sofa. He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. You were glad he was here and you walked over to him. He always look so peaceful when he’s sleeping. He was snoring quietly so you took a blanket and put it on him. You bent down to his level, looked at him and stroke his hair. You thought to yourself: Why didn’t he come to bed last night?


Jay sat in silence for god knows how long. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. She’s pregnant? How? Well he knew how a girl can fall pregnant but he was so careful. He used protection and she had told him that she was on the pill.

Her: “Erm I need you to say something, Jay.”

Jay: I-I-Are you sure?

Her: Jay, I’m definitely pregnant. I took the test yesterday and the results were positive.

Jay: And it’s mine?

Her: It?

Jay: I meant like am I the father of the baby?

Her: I’m sure that you’re the father since you were the last person I had sex with.

Jay began to walk around the room. He couldn’t process all his thoughts at once. How is he going to tell his family and friends? How can this be contained so that the paps can’t find about it? How is this going to affect his business and career? He was about to become a father to an unborn child. But the mother of that unborn child isn’t you.. Fuck. You. How will this affect the relationship? Will this be the end of his relationship with you?

Jay stopped walking around and went to the fridge to get a bottle of water and drank nearly all of it in one gulp. He then rested his arms on the kitchen bench.

Her: Jay…

Jay couldn’t contain his thoughts anymore. He threw the half empty bottle across the room. She was startled by it and stood up to come over to him.

Her: Jay.. what are we going to do? I’m really scared. I don’t know the first thing to being a mother. 

Jay didn’t respond. He just started into space.

Her: I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow and I would like for you to come with me. Please?

Jay finally broke his silence.

Jay: I don’t know… I’m not ready for this. How are we going to work this out? I have a business and a..relationship. How did you let it happen?! You said you were on the pill. 

Her: Are you blaming me?! You do know that the pill isn’t 100% effective nor is using a condom. Don’t blame all of this on me. This is no one’s fault, it just happened and now we have to accept and deal with it! 

Jay: I can’t-I need you to leave. Now.

Her: What the fuck, Jay. I came here wanting to talk to you and try to sort this out but nothing has been sorted. Jay.. I need your help. I can’t raise a baby on my own. 

Jay: I. Need. You. To. Leave. 

She didn’t need to be told once again so she took her bag from the chair.

Her: This isn’t over, Jay, we still need to work this out. I’ll be calling you tomorrow so you better answer. If not, I’ll be coming back here and I’ll let EVERYONE know about us, and that includes your girlfriend. 


After changing into a new pair of sweatpants and your favourite hoodie you came out of the bedroom to find Jay awake. He was sitting up with the blanket wrapped around him and he was on his phone. 

You: Good morning, sleepyhead. 

Jay looked up to you and let out a small smile then put his phone down. You walked over to him and sat down. Jay then wrapped part of the blanket around you and kissed you on the head.

Jay: Mmmm I love the smell of your hair. 

You: If you want the same smell, you should take a shower babe. I swear, your body odour is slowly creeping out. 

Jay let out a small laugh. 

You: Can I ask you something?

Jay half knew what you were going to ask and he wasn’t ready for an answer.

Jay: Ask me what? 

You: What time did you come home last night?

Jay: Um just past midnight. I didn’t want to wake you up so I slept here instead. 

You: I called you several times and you didn’t pick up nor return my calls and messages. Were you working or..?

Jay let out a sigh.

Jay: Yeah. There was an emergency meeting with the tour managers. And I’m sorry.

You: Must to be very important then but I thought you were um - anyway was everything sorted?

Jay shook his head.

You: Jay.. I know you’re busy with work but I need you to reply to my messages. I’m always calling you, leaving messages and voicemails and I never get a reply. I would then spend the day or night worrying about you. You know, just a simple message would be fine by me.

Jay: I’m sorry and I promise I will try to answer your calls and reply to you as soon as I can. Ok? Now breakfast? 

Breakfast. You were usually always up for breakfast but today you felt different. You weren’t in the mood for breakfast. 

You: I think I’m going to skip breakfast today. But I can make some for you, if you want.  

Jay looked at you confused. 

Jay: No breakfast? Are you feeling okay, babe? 

Jay put his hand over your head. Your forehead was quite warm. 

You: I don’t know. I still have a slight headache. I think it had something to do with dinner last night. 

Jay: Stay here. I’m going to brush my teeth. After that, I’ll make you something drink. 

You stayed put on the sofa and Jay got up. You turned on the tv and clicked through the channels. Whilst brushing his teeth, Jay received a message from her.

Are you meeting me at the doctor’s today? My appointment is at 11am. 

Jay stared at the message and not knowing how to reply. Jay didn’t want to leave you alone today but if he doesn’t go to the appointment, she will probably come back to the office. He was typing and deleting his responses. Finally, he settled with a reply.

I’m busy with work. Maybe the next one. 

He then blocked her number so that her messages or calls won’t go through.  After a while, Jay came back with some green tea and biscuits.

You: Thanks babe. I almost forgot! Our anniversary is tomorrow night. We haven’t actually planned anything. 

Jay: I thought you said a home cooked dinner then just chill at home. I’m still down with that.

You: Yeah but… shouldn’t we something else more fun? Also, you’re leaving for the tour soon. I’m going to miss you.

Jay: Right the tour. You know, if I could go back in time I wouldn’t suggest it. I’m going to miss you so much. If only you could come with me. Maybe you’ll come to the next one?

You: Of course!

You took a sip of your tea and held onto the cup to allow your hands to warm up. You snuggled further into Jay and he held you tighter. 

Jay: How are you feeling now? Better?

You: Yeah much better! I wish we could stay like this forever.

Jay: Me too, babe. Me too. 

Wednesday, 15 June 2017

Gray: Hey man. Everything okay?

Jay was sitting in Gray’s recording studio. He hasn’t spoken to Gray about what about the other night and he wasn’t sure if he wanted Gray to know. 

Jay: I’m fine.

Gray then stood up and went to close the door. 

Gray: Tell me what happened between you and her. [Y/N] took you back but you still look like shit so tell me. 

Jay sighed and buried his head in his hands.

Jay: Fine. But let me finish talking before you start lecturing me.

Gray nodded and sat back down on his chair facing Jay. 

Jay: The reason she was here was um she came here because she needed to talk to me…about something. Fuck, okay… She was here to tell me she’s pregnant.

Gray: Are you serious? Oh my god, Jay! Shit…And you’re the dad?

Jay: Yes! If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be feeling like shit.

Gray: You haven’t told [Y/N], have you? 

Jay shook his head.

Jay: I haven’t told anyone about this so can we keep it that way? Please? 

Gray: Yeah man, I won’t tell anyone. But what about [Y/N]? She deserves to know. You can’t keep this a secret from her. 

Jay: I know, I know. But Gray if I tell her, I’m going to lose her and I don’t want that. She is everything to me.

Gray: She does bring out the best of you.. but Jay, [Y/N] going to find out sooner or later. And she’ll probably be more mad at you for lying to her than you telling her the truth now. 

Jay: I don’t want to talk about this anymore. [Y/N] is waiting for me. It’s our anniversary dinner tonight. 

LEGAL NAME: Mae Wilkes

NICKNAME[S]: Mae, N13MAE10178


GENDER/SPECIES: bioengineered female/ biorobotic android, female, replicant

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: rented studio apartment

OCCUPATION: secretary ; decommissioned pleasure model android

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: recreationally; no effect on android body

LIKE[S]: people-watching, ballet, physical contact, plants, the rain, calligraphy

DISLIKE[S]: animals (especially cats), drunken lovers, boisterous personalities

FEAR[S]: being alone forever, not integrating into society
PERSONALITY TRAITS: quiet, contemplative, serious, warm, sweet, soft-spoken, can come across as callous, seductive
SKILLS: enhanced senses, enhanced social skills including powers of coercion ; superior strength, agility, and intelligence
{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIR COLOUR: red, strawberry-blonde


HEIGHT: 5’7"
WEIGHT: 160 lbs
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: engineered to be non-discriminate, equally heterosexual and homosexual


Everett Sinclair

Basic Information

Full Name: Everett Lawrence Sinclair
Nickname(s): N/A
Age: 167
Date of Birth: November 13th
Hometown: Hammersmith, England
Current Location: Seoul, South Korea
Species: Vampire
Ethnicity: English
Nationality: American.
Gender: Non-Binary
Pronouns: Accepts masculine, feminine or other.
Orientation: Pansexual
Religion: Atheist, former Christian.
Gang Affiliation: None
Occupation: Fashion Designer
Living Arrangements: Owns a large complex that he has fashioned into his home and studio
Language(s) Spoken: British English, French, German, Korean, Japanese.
Accent: Fullham

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Stephen James
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Height: 6′4″
Weight: 210 lbs
Build: Muscular
Tattoos: Many from his head to his legs.
Piercings: Ears, nose, nipples, and a series of magic crosses.
Clothing Style: He is huge on fashion. What he designs is similar to Gareth Pugh. Though what he likes to wear is not limited to what men are usually constricted to. He has no problems wearing things like dresses or jumpsuits. He likes to keep his appearance ever changing, though he has a soft spot for leather and a nice pair of heeled boots.  
Usual Expression: Smirking, winking, sneer.
Distinguishing Characteristics: Plenty of tattoos, eccentric fashion.


Physical Ailments: N/A.
Neurological Conditions: N/A.
Allergies: Sunlight.
Eating Habits: Subsists on a diet of blood for survival. Can eat other foods but gains no nutritional benefit.
Exercise Habits: Does not need to work out to maintain body mass so often does not.  
Emotional Stability: Fluctuates depending on how much blood he has drunk. He lives for thrills and enjoys to test people. He also tends to lack care for other people so can be toxic.
Sociability: He’s very social at events and when he needs to be. He’s also social on his own terms when he feels like he’s in control. Though he regains his stamina through introverted activities and needs time to himself to relax.
Addictions: Blood.
Drug Use: Smokes cigarettes and cigars, though the nicotine does not effect him.
Alcohol Use: Drinks casually but alcohol does not intoxicate him.


Label: The Designer.
Positive Traits: Creative, motivated, charming, generous, protective, independent.
Negative Traits: Cruel, self centered, sarcastic, shameless, prideful.
Goals/Desires: Fame and fortune.  
Fears: That he’s lost his humanity to his vampiric side.
Hobbies: Fashion design, sewing, fine dining, shopping, sex, clubbing, debate.
Habits: Playing with his rings, rolling his eyes, pouting.


Weather: Winter.
Colour: Black.
Music: Trance.
Movies: Dramas, Thrillers, Horror.
Sport: Mixed martial arts, soccer, squash.
Video Games: N/A
Beverage: Blood, Martinis, Scotch.
Food: Sashimi.
Animal: Cats.


Father: Sebastian Sinclair.
Mother: Lillian Sinclair.
Biological Parents: Unknown.
Siblings: N/A
Children: N/A.
Pet(s): N/A.
Current Relationship Status: Single.
Current Partner: N/A.
Family’s Financial Status: 1%.


Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.
Enneagram: Type 8 w/ 7 wing SX variant
Temperament: Choleric Melancholic
Hogwarts House: Syltherin
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Primary Vice: Lust
Primary Virtue: Diligence
Element: Air

More about Everett:

anonymous asked:

Everyone's like crying and I'm here, not single tear. Just amazed

I always assumed people were being dramatic when they say they cried, kind of like when people always put ‘IM SCREAMING’ but we all know you probably giggled a bit and that was it.

Don’t blame people for cryin’ if they did, tho. It got me a bit choked up until frickin’ Italy came up and I cursed Studio Deen.


Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff/slight Angst

Rating: T (cursing) 

WC: 2661

Summary: Part 1. Namjoon calls you in the middle of the night to go to the studio to retrieve an overworked Yoongi // Prologue 

Originally posted by hugtae

Walking through the streets of Seoul always felt like running.

It didn’t matter that it was nearly four in the morning, there were always people. There was a wavering scent of putrid city smoke and soju from every corner that made your lungs feel heavy. The blinking of the neon lights and the shuffling of bodies past you—wearing leather and lace, shaded hoodies and shrugged up shoulders—went by in the dark gray blur. Your feet seemed heavier with every step you took, the hardness of the pavement becoming more prominent with your quickened pace, shoving your hands farther into your jacket pockets against the late-night-breaking-on-morning cold. Your eyes still felt heavy with sleep, the bitter taste of cold air over your lips and the just barely too fast beating of your heart the only things keeping you alert.

You’d walked the streets this late plenty of times before, but usually, you were going home from the studio or the bars, not venturing out into the darkness. You stepped into the street and barely skidded the nose of a car, jumping up onto the curve in a blur of headlights. You sighed as you hit the sidewalk, blinking the light from your eyes.

If I die tonight, it’ll be your fault.

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