you tried jay

Austin Nights - Part 3

Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader

Word Count: 3070

Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1 After abruptly leaving the party, the reader hopes to run into Jay again. Part 2

Warnings: Language, Implied Smut? (not sure if that’s a warning or not)

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.

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Everyday had become an anticipated wait until your next ‘Skype Date’. They felt awkward at first, you weren’t really sure what to say, how long they should last, and an underlying desire just to touch him. But they soon became a familiar and comfortable part of your relationship. You built on depth and connection being denied the physical aspect. Part of you knew because of his status and profession, your relationship would not likely last long but you told yourself you were going to enjoy the ride while it lasted.

The hardest part was keeping it all from Angie. Jensen had discussed how he liked privacy and you agreed with his reasons. But if you told Angie, even though you loved her to death, it would only take one drunk night for her to start spreading it like wildfire.

Due to both your schedules and the time difference, dates would sometimes be at odd times or cut short if he was needed back to a scene or walk through. Tonight he seemed to be running late. You kept your laptop open and volume on high so you wouldn’t miss him. The rumbling in your stomach could not be patient any longer and you eventually found yourself with a bowl of ramen noodles as the familiar sound of Skype rang. You immediately answered despite the noodles hanging out of your mouth as you paused slurping. Jensen looked as perfect as ever wearing a backwards baseball cap. He immediately threw his body back in laughter as your image popped up on his side of the screen.

After a final slurp you defended your actions. “What? A girl’s gotta eat.” He continued laughing. “You are not my only priority believe it or not Jensen Ackles.”

“Ah, man. I wish I would have captured that.” He teased regretfully.

“Oh, don’t worry, I gotta better one for you.” You played back as you used chopsticks to dangle the noodles above your face, dramatically slurping them from above.

Jensen grinned from ear to ear at your antics. “You’re one of a kind, Y/N.” He continued to tease. “What is that anyways?” He asked more seriously.

“Um, Ramen,” You said as if it was obvious.

“Hmm, how did you make them?” He said trying to get a better view of the bowl.

“It’s like a .25 cent packet, you dork.” You laughed. “No culinary experience needed.”

“Are you short on money?” He asked concerned.

You rolled your eyes, hating when he brought finances up. “I am fine,” You assured. “Just trying to put some money aside, that’s all.”

Jay pondered trying to imagine what you would be saving for. “When are you someone to save money?”

“Not that it’s any of your information, but I do have a 401(k) and do know a thing or two about finances… why have you become so inquisitive?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Gotta make sure my girl is taken care of.” You blushed at his response. “So, what are you saving for?”

You pressed your lips together. “It’s a secret.” You smiled slyly.

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LINDSAY AND HALSTEAD IN EVERY EPISODE || A Dead Kid, a Notebook and a Lot of Maybes  (3x07)

Are you okay?

Do me a favor and, uh, don’t leave me alone with the swim coach ‘cause…

Hey, I got you. 

don’t keep it all together. [linstead oneshot.]

- Hey guys! Sorry it’s been awhile, I needed to make sure this one did the prompt I received justice. Thank you @snufflesandfluff for the idea and I sincerely hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think! (Jay tries to deal with PTSD while Erin is in New York.)

[there’s mention of death and injuries from war so just a fair warning it’s kind of dark!]

She’d been gone three weeks now. Three weeks in the Big Apple with her nice new, hopefully cushy job and with her hopefully kind and welcoming boss and with her hopefully significantly larger paycheck.

He wanted the absolute best for her, he did. There wasn’t a doubt in his head that he did but there was that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that he needed her to come back, because the nights were getting longer and darker and his sleep was getting to be less and less and the only thing that could bring him any semblance of comfort anymore was a bottle of alcohol when it used to be her hands and her lips and her tongue and he seemed to be going backwards in all the progress that he had made in going to therapy and in talking to other struggling soldiers and he really, really hated himself for that.

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Just a little heads up:

I won’t have internet for the next two days, because I will be out of town. So, I have my stuff queued for today and tomorrow. (aha get it cause I’m youngjusticestuff) Anyway my personal will just be inactive ‘till Sunday. I hope you all have a good weekend and I’ll see you Sunday.❤️

Truth or Dare (Riverdale, Pt.4)

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe), Kevin x Reader (platonic), Archie x Reader (platonic), Betty x Reader (platonic), Veronica x Reader (platonic), Cheryl x Reader (platonic)

Beta-ed: No

A/N: Holy hell… episode 10 was really something, I don’t know whether it’s perfect or not that I decided to wait until now to post Y/N’s speech about Cheryl… I think some Cheryl fans might appreciate my nicer interpretation to our ginger after what we just saw… so obviously Cheryl’s gonna be a bit ooc tonight, enjoy!

Also let it be known I’m not a Cheryl defender, she is pretty downright manipulative, I had most of this written before the fifth episode even came out

Part 1, Part 2Part 3

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Previously: Betty went over to each of the boys and hugged them as she whispered something to each of them, before making her way over to me. I stood up and met her halfway as she gripped me in a tight hug, both of us letting out a few tears. “You’re the greatest friend I could ever ask for Y/N” She whispered in my ear as she squeezed me tighter. “I meant everything I said Betty.” “I know you did, that’s what makes it perfect.”

We broke apart and sat down at our spots, wiping a few tears away. I noticed Veronica wipe her eyes quickly before she cleared her throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Well, I think that concludes Y/N’s interpretation of our lovely Betty Cooper here. So,” She turned to me, mischief in her eyes. “Who’s next on your hit list Y/N?”

“Cheryl,” I said, turning my body to her as we gave each other a playful glare. “If I had to compare you to an animal, you’d be a viper, beautiful and dangerous all at once. You strike with speed and precision, and you always know how much venom to use when you’re in a fight. You also have a tendency to be a bit spiteful at times too.” Cheryl mock-gasped as she swatted my arm, I giggled before continuing.

Honestly the only reason I still put up with you is because I know you can be a nice person. I’ve seen you be kind, sweet, and caring, I’ve seen you be those things, so don’t tell me that you’re not.” I emphasized before she could speak, Cheryl shut her mouth and glared. “You’ve always put up this negative front to block people out and keep them away, you do this in self-defense, just like how a viper will give a dry bite in the hopes of scaring off potential predators, Chery.” She groaned at my nickname for her. “But I know deep down you’re just like the rest of us, you have fears and insecurities and you’re stressed as all hell because of your parents; because for some reason no matter what we do we’ll never be good enough for them,” Cheryl grabbed my hand and squeezed it, I squeezed hers back before continuing.

“I know you’ll always have my back, even when we fight over the dumbest things, I know you’ll be there for me. You know me inside and out. You can always tell when something’s wrong and exactly what’s bothering me, sometimes before I even know myself. You always know the best way to cheer me up, even if it means pissing off your hellspawn parents.” Cheryl chuckled before quickly coughing, obviously trying to cover it up. Everyone else grinned at her, pleased to see a nicer side to the ginger for once. I snickered before taking in a deep to continue.

“You may be a bit aggressive at times, but I understand why. With everything that’s happened here since July,” I saw her flinch slightly, I scooted closer and turned her towards me. “It’s been horrible, and I’m truly sorry, I know how close you two were, how close the three of us were,” A few tears fell down my face as I spoke the last part a little quieter, I wiped it away and cleared my throat before continuing. “I know you need support now more than ever, and you have every right to lash out at everyone and anyone… to an extent though,” I stressed, looking at her. “There are times you need to lash out in a less destructive manner, which is where I come in.” I grinned at her.

“You’ve been my friend ever since we were five Chery, you and Jay were so nice to me that day we met at Pop’s.” We both smiled at each other, remembering that day. “I’d only just walked in when you two came up to me and asked my name. You said my hair looked pretty while JJ complimented my outfit. You two asked our parents if we could sit in our own booth while Jay flashed them a grin and took our hands to go look for one, not bothering to wait for either of our parent’s responses.” We both chuckled at the memory. “You two told me that from then on we were going to friends no matter what, you even had me sit right in between you guys, do you remember why?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. Cheryl flushed slightly and pouted. “Yes Y/N, I do.” She sassed. “Well good, you can tell everyone here why then.” I said as I gave her a smug look.

Everyone turned their eyes to the ginger as her face flushed more. “Really Y/N, why can’t you say it?” “Because the others need to see why I chose you to be one of my friends Chery! Hearing me defend you all the time isn’t the same as seeing why I defend you so much and consider you one of my closest friends, now pluck up and tell them what you told me that day!” I laughed as Cheryl got ready to speak. “Fine,” She sighed before looking around at everyone. “I told Y/N that we were gonna be triplets from now on, because she looked so lonely and I didn’t want her to feel left out. I told her she was going to be my sister and Jason was going to be her brother.” Cheryl looked down as she tried not to cry, her bottom lip wavering slightly as she drew in a shuddering breath.

“Jason said it didn’t matter that Y/N looked a little different from us, he said that since I said we were triplets, then that’s what we were, that’s what we’ve been.” She murmured the last part as she wiped a tear away, a choked laugh coming out of her. I squeezed Cheryl’s hand and she looked up at me. “I remember we couldn’t stop asking you questions about your life,” “You said if we were going to be triplets we had to know everything about each other.” I cut in, smiling at her. She smiled back before continuing.

“We also asked if you’d made any other friends already, I didn’t want to share you with anybody else.” “You two were so clingy when we first started hanging out Cher,” I spoke up, mirth in my voice. “You and Jay always tried to keep me away from everybody else so that I would only focus on you two.” “Yeah,” Kevin spoke up. “I remember that! You and Jason would take turns keeping all of us away from Y/N!” Archie, Betty, and Jug nodded in agreement, remembering the first few weeks I moved in.

“In our defense you guys would do the same thing to us!” Cheryl argued, a playful glint in her eye as she looked at them. “Only because you started it!” Archie cut in, a smile forming on his lips. Before anyone else could say anything Veronica jumped in. “As wonderful as it is seeing Cheryl interacting with us positively, we’re gonna keep working on that don’t worry,” She directed to said ginger, I don’t think Y/N was done here.” She smiled at me as she motioned with her hand for me to continue. I thanked her before starting up again.

“As I was originally saying, you two kept asking me questions and telling me things about yourselves. We were there for hours, and when I had to leave you and JJ practically begged our parents to let me spend the night. You were so close to throwing a fit right there, and J wouldn’t even look at your parents the first time they said no. When they all finally agreed you were jumping up and down and just so excited, we didn’t go to sleep until close to 4a.m. that night.” I shook my head, laughing at the memory. Cheryl had a bittersweet smile on her face as her eyes started to water up, remembering that night as well.

“The three of us were so close growing up, you two always making sure I went to all your family events, especially the tree tapping ceremony.” We grinned at that, remembering it was coming up soon. “You and Jay always made sure I felt welcomed and loved by you two, you’ve always been there for me, whenever I’ve needed it, and I love you for that. You can always come to me when you need to get rid of anything on your chest Cheryl, I know everything about you anyways, so there’s no reason not to come to me.”

“I know how you like to dress on any given day, what your favorite movies and food are, your celebrity crush, your school crush-” Chery hit me with a pillow as she shushed me, her face blooming red all the while. I put my arms up and laughed before continuing. “I can also tell your emotions by one quick glance at you, I know what works best to make you feel better almost instantly, what songs help to calm you down…” I gripped her shoulders and shook them slightly, making sure she was paying complete attention to what I was saying.

“While you may not always be a “nice person” Cheryl, you are a good person, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. More importantly, you are your own person. You’re allowed to make decisions solely for yourself, just because you want to. You are allowed to think for yourself, despite what your parents want you to believe. You are in control, not them.” I took a deep breath, my eyes starting to water up as I gave a bittersweet smile before continuing.

“I love you Chery, and I’ll always be here for you, no matter how mad I may get at you, ALWAYS hun. You can always come to me for help, you know that. Especially if it involves those disgusting creatures that dare call themselves something as nurturing and caring as parents.” Cheryl let out a little snort at that as her eyes watered up. “Who cares what they think, they’re monsters, everything they say about you isn’t true. You’re so much more than what they tell you. You’re worth more than what they want you to believe. I’ll face their wrath with you whenever you need me to, and know that if you ever need to get away you are always welcome here. You’ll always have a family with me Cheryl, please don’t ever forget that. You’re my sister Cheryl, I love you.” I finished, my voice shaking by the end of it.

When I looked at her again Cheryl was trying so hard to keep her tears in, and when I opened my arms she practically jumped in them and started sobbing. We clutched each other for dear life as we let our tears fall freely, knowing that the others wouldn’t judge us. I could hear everyone starting to cry as well, I peeked up to see Betty and Veronica holding each other in a similar manner, crying on each other while Archie was rubbing Betty’s back as he wiped his own tears.

Kevin glared almost viciously at me through his tears as he angrily wiped at them, willing himself to calm down. When I looked at Jughead, I noticed how red his eyes were, filled to the brim with tears that surprisingly weren’t falling. Jughead got up quickly and left the room, returning a minute later with his arms full of tissue boxes. He went around the room and gave us each one, all of us mumbling something that sounded like a thanks as we graciously used the tissues to help calm ourselves down.

“You were my first real friend Y/N.” Cheryl whispered as she pulled away enough to look at me. My first real friend besides Jason, probably my only real friend. I’m sorry that I get defensive and that I can be vicious most of the time, especially to your other friends. I’m sorry I try to push you away sometimes too, just…” She paused as she drew in a quivering breath. “Just please, don’t leave me too.” I pulled her back in immediately and somehow managed hug her tighter as I whispered back. “I would never do that to you Cheryl, never.” We stayed like that as everyone around us started to calm down. Eventually we pulled apart, but we sat right next to each other, our sides practically melding together as one.

We wiped the last few tears away as I chuckled and looked around the room. “So, how’s everyone feeling?” As soon as I finished speaking Kevin threw a pillow, by the time I registered it flying in the air it hit me square in the face, Kevin growling something unintelligible (probably for the best) as he looked away from me. “Why do you keep making us cry Y/N?” Betty asked as she wiped her eyes, before I could respond Kevin jumped in. “It’s because Y/N hates us Betty!” He accused.

“If anything Kevin,” Archie spoke. “We should be blaming you, after all, you were the one who dared Y/N to do this.” He said with a sly grin. Everyone spoke their agreements as Kevin blanched. “Woah woah wait, how was I supposed to know Y/N would get so emotional and sappy, honestly I was expecting more of a “Hey Betts, you’re so sweet and innocent I love it. Cheryl, you’re fierce and a little crazy. Ronnie, you’re an amazing fashionista, and so on and so forth. I didn’t expect Y/N to go all Shakespeare on us!” He cried. We all started laughing as Kevin’s face bloomed red. “You guys are jerks.” He muttered. “Anyways… Y/N, whose next?”

A/N: So, this was fun to write. I actually had this part pretty much done since part 1, and I guess it was a good idea that I decided to wait until now to post this. I feel like it wouldn’t have been right to do a fic about Cheryl without having Jason in it as well, and since we don’t have an accurate idea about Jason’s personality, I decided to take a little creative liberty with him. Let me know what you guys thought about it!

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anonymous asked:

Can I have a triple request of a AMBW story about Jay Park/ Shownu/ Gray being a virgin and ashamed to tell you, but you tell him it's okay because your a virgin too?A simple fluff. I could request them separately, if that's easier. Thank you!

I’m putting them all in here as scenarios because I’m so freaking backed up on requests and I hate to keep people waiting. Also- I hope you enjoy it <3 I tried. 

Jay Park:

He looked at you, pausing from grinding down against you on the bed. He sat up and stare at you biting on his lip and you could see the slight hesitation in his eyes. “Is it me?.. I’m sorry I thought this is what you wanted I can go.” Jay rushed to speak looking around to grab his things because he was embarrassed by you pushing him away and felt a lot of emotions. Afraid you quickly reached for his hand looking up at him with a soft frown.

“This isn’t about that. It’s not you- it’s me please Jay. “ You tried to reason surprised by his laugh.

“Yeah that’s what they all say.” He mumbled moving his hand from your grip, grabbing at his keys from your dresser he walked towards the door and quickly you sat up and shouted.

“I’M A VIRGIN JAY” You looked at him with tears welling in your eyes. Jay spun on his heels slowly, looking at you he froze eyes locked on yours. 

“What.. Did you say?” He asked again as he watched you grabbing his keys tighter. 

“I’m.. A virgin.. I was too scared to tell you because I know you are experienced. You always talk about it in your songs and I didn’t want you leaving me because.. I couldn’t take it.. So.. If you want to go you can..” You looked down bringing your knees to your chest burying your head into them. 

Jay let out a soft chuckle and at the time you thought he was laughing at you so you tried to tighten your arms around yourself as if you would shrink and disappear. Jay came towards you after sitting his keys down, climbing on the bed he sat in front of you maneuvering his way around to grab your chin. Forcing you to look at him and you did so with teary eyes. He leaned forward with a smile kissing over your eyelids before your lips. 

“Let’s wait then.” He stated with a toothy grin causing you to frown.

“W-what.. You’re not leaving?” You asked pathetically with tears bubbling up in your eyes. He fought off another laugh playing in your hair.

“Bunny. I’ve been with you through all of this. Our skin colors, the fact that you think you’re too big when I know you’re just thick unlike most girls I’ve been with. How you worry about tying your hair up at night to keep the perm clean because you think I’ll leave you for looking bald. I love you. Not for the sex. But for you. And I sure as hell won’t leave your side now. You’re golden. My chocolate bunny. And you’re innocent. So lets wait. I couldn’t just take something like that from you. It has to be special and done right. And who knows, it might even happen on our wedding day. I’ll try to be a good boy.” He reassured you before he gave you another kiss pulling you on his lap. “Now let’s go get ice cream so I can see those eyes light up hmm?”

Shownu:

He groaned as you pulled away once again from him. Pacing the room in his over sized with T-shirt that clung to your body. He was growing frustrated it was about the third time today alone you had done this. Every week you pulled something similar to this. Grinding against him and getting him all worked up only to pull away. Playing in his hair he laid back watching you feel his member twitch under the confines under his boxers. It was so distracting watching you, how your ass jiggled as you twisted side to side, or your plump breast with your perky nipples pressing against the fabric. Your chocolate skin glistened with sweat and he growled pushing himself up to grab at your hips pulling you close to him, your center against his face he groaned kissing it gently causing you to squirm becoming flustered as he looked up at you.

“Why do you do this to me? Is this just a contest to see how many days you can make me go crazy over you? I’m head over heels woman stop these games. I know it’s not all you- I’m not saying that but today you started this. You pushed me down.” He reminded you his hands digging into your hips. “Why?” He asked again begging for answers. 

Chewing on your bottom lip you felt your insides burn up. You looked around, heart pounding into your eyes, you felt yourself getting light headed because you over-exaggerated everything. Finally you took a deep breath deciding he was right you needed to tell him. Hands gripping at his shoulders you looked down at him and rushed it all out. “I’vebeendoingthisbecauseI’mavirginandeverytimewestartIwantitbutthenIgetscaredsoIstopI’msorry.” You didn’t know if he heard you because you had been speaking so fast it sounded like a jumbled mess. Shownu paused for a long time before he smiled lifting you up to tackle you against the bed hovering over you cupping your cheeks.

“Don’t ever feel like you can’t come to me about those things. Yes I do get horny but. I can wait for you.” He said lovingly as he pecked your lips repeatedly. It made your heart melt and though you were still scared you wrapped your legs around his waist but he stopped you pulling back. “Nope. I said I’d wait for you, meaning you don’t get to grind against daddy’s dick until you’re taking daddy. Be a good girl and wait for me to take a shower. I need release somehow.” He smiled sweetly climbing off the bed to strip off his shirt. He walked to his calendar hanging up on the walls- one he kept for important dates. Picking up a pen he crossed a x on the date before he walked into his bathroom looking back at a smirking you. “I wouldn’t be so quick to do a victory dance. I marked that spot for a reason. So that I can remember whenever you are ready to loose your virginity that I owe you punishment sweet cheeks.” And with that he shut the door leaving you thrashing around the bed.

Gray:

You both sat in silence on the opposite ends of the couch, his hands tapping against his thighs before he looked at you and back towards the front of the room. “Did you really have to slap me?” He asked softly tilting his head. 

It had started off simple. You were over watching movies on his couch at his place. But once he left to go get some drinks from the fridge you were quick to turn it from the sappy love story he had chosen wanting to watch something funny or maybe even sports. When he came back and saw what was happening he yelled playfully trying to scold you before he placed down the drinks moving to hover over you and wrap his arms around your lower back picking you up as you slapped his chest and wrapped your legs around his waist you ended up fighting for the remote. 

Needless to say the fighting ended up with him pinning you down kissing you and making you breathless. It carried on and he was having you in his lap grinding against him as his hands held onto your ass cheeks. His tent started to poke through his jogging pants that he wore around the house, you had been pulling at his hair enjoying the feeling until his hand slid under your shirt and instead of saying stop or anything for that matter your fears took over you once again and you slapped him so hard it made a sound and turned his cheek red. Opening your eyes wide upon realizing Gray had let you go stunned and you quickly crawled off of him huddling in the other end of the couch. The announcer screamed “Goal” and that was the only sound heard in the room for a while. You had been nervous and he was still stunned. A bit hurt and he didn’t know how to go about it but neither of you moved. 

“That was for trying to get the remote.” You lied. Ever so slowly Gray turned his head towards you and had it been any other circumstance you probably would have laughed but now you just wished for kingdom come. Blinking forward and swallowing the bile forming in your throat you thought he would look off but he didn’t gaze piercing into your side so much that you were squirming and feeling so guilty you finally turned to face him.

“I’m a virgin Gray! Okay okay! Sorry so sorry that I hit you. It was not intentionally and I didn’t plan it out I was going to say stop but I got really happy and your hand scared me and I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t want to push you away so I never told you because I didn’t want to be treated like a child or have things taken slow. I’m sorry okay? I’m really sorry..” You kept repeating deflating and looking down at your hands. 

After a while of self loathing you felt Gray reach around your neck draping his arm as he pulled you towards him. Ruffling your hair with his hand he sighed leaning back against the couch. “Ahh.. I knew you worried about a lot of things. But I never expected that to be one of them. I’m glad you finally told me. I was fearing the worst. Like maybe you didn’t like me, or you realized being with another race wasn’t something you wanted.” He admitted pecking your forehead laying his head on yours he watched the game. “We can take things slow. You’re still my baby and I’m going to be by your side until you tell me it’s mine to have. Even if it takes forever. I’m willing to wait. As long as you’re willing to accept sometimes I will stop you so that I, myself won’t get too hard and have thing hurting below. Hands are fun but not the best.” He admitted wrinkling his nose causing you to laugh and snuggle up against him, a stupid smile on his face as you both watched the rest of the game.

Insolence, Pt. 12 [Adam Cole]

Title: Insolence, Part Twelve of Twelve  (The End)

(Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven)

Characters: Adam Cole/OC(Brenna)

Genre: Fluff. Romance.

Length: ~5,000

Warnings: Language/cussing. A little touching but nothing remotely graphic. I’d give it a PG-13.

Summary/Inspo: “We never truly get over a loss, but we can move forward and evolve from it.” - Elizabeth Berrien

“If I ever get the nerve to ask,
What did I get right to deserve somebody like you?
I wasn’t expecting that.” - Jamie Lawson


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Right Here - Jason Todd x Reader

• Summary: When Jason has a nightmare, you’ll always be there.

• Words: 855

• Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader

• Warnings: Nightmares, yelling, feeling scared, anxious, fluff

• A/N: Jason has always been my first thing. Since Bucky took over slightly, I was hit with some badddd Jason feels. So here you go. I adore writing about this little sweetie. Also, Matthew Daddario will always be used when I write about him… That man is luscious, I tell you.

Originally posted by madyvh91

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The music producer.

Request:  Can you do a Harrison Osterfield one where the reader is a music producer. she’s co staring with tom and her and haz hit it off and it took them forever to get together and it somehow has rings involved? Please. ~ @theonlyonelives
(Took a little creative liberty but I think I did alright??)

Warnings: ABSOLUTE FLUFF!

Word count: 1,429

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Cabin Fever Part Three

You can find part one here and part two here


You took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door to deal with Eric for the day. You did not see him in the living room or the bedroom. Did he leave again? You put up your toiletries and the clothes you wore to bed in one of your bags when you heard the sound of chopping coming from outside. You went to the window, moved the curtain and gasped when you saw Eric shirtless chopping wood. Good God in heaven! You already knew Eric was devastatingly handsome but seeing him with his shirt off took his attractiveness to a completely new level. Eric had solid muscles and his body exude masculinity.  You wondered if his muscles were hard as they looked. Feeling someone was staring at him Eric looked directly in the direction of the bedroom window. You quickly shut the curtain and jumped back. You knew he saw you because you locked eyes for a split second. Shit! Shit!

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anonymous asked:

Can you write something with jay waking up Elliot in the middle of the night because he feels really sick to his stomach and he's nervous he might throw up but he doesn't want to throw up because he's scared and Elliot calms him down and gets him set up in the bathroom with blankets and pillows and jay ends up being sick all night and he keeps dry retching but nothing comes up

Why the fuck can’t I write short fics oh god this was gonna be even longer but I made myself chill out. I hope you like it though! It’s fun writing from these more specific prompts, so definitely feel free to send some about whatever you’d like to see :)


Elliot woke up to someone urgently shaking his shoulder. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, then sleepily blinked up at the figure above him, who was starting to come into focus. Jay’s urgent brown eyes were staring down at him, betraying a look of pure panic.

“Elliot,” he said, with the tone of someone who had said it several times before and gotten no results.

“Yeah?” Elliot mumbled. He forced himself to sit up with another groan. Jay clearly needed something, but Elliot was also pretty sure it was the middle of the night. He would be a little annoyed if this wasn’t for something important.

“What is it?” Elliot asked, when Jay did no more than stare at him. His eyes were darting back and forth frantically, but his body had almost frozen. Elliot felt a pang in his chest. Something was obviously wrong.

“Jay,” he prompted, more gently. “Talk to me.”

“Elliot,” Jay whispered again, breathless. “I just…I feel…I feel so ill, but—”

He cut himself off, pressing his lips firmly together. His hands were shaking.

“Okay,” Elliot said calmly. “Did it wake you up, or have you not gone to bed? Have you tried sleeping?” Jay had still been awake when he’d gone to bed, since he’d wanted to finish up an essay he’d been working on. Elliot rubbed his eyes again, still feeling the fatigue weighing down his body. “What time is it anyway?”

Jay looked over at the clock on the bedside table, a brief flash of guilt cutting through his panic. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been awake exactly. He’d lain in bed stock still for what felt like hours, but it could have been more like five minutes. He’d tried getting up and moving around after that, but fresh air wasn’t helping, and walking was torture. His stomach was only feeling worse with every passing second, and there was absolutely no way to control it.

“Woke me,” Jay replied tightly. Explaining wasn’t helping either. As irrational as it was, it seemed like Elliot should just know. “It’s 2:08.”

“Okay,” Elliot said, giving him a small smile. He looked tired, and Jay wished he hadn’t had to wake him, but any other option sounded agonizing. He was struggling to stay composed even with Elliot awake. He couldn’t handle it on his own. His breaths were already coming too fast, and he had a feeling that the quick gulps of air he was swallowing were only making his stomach churn more. Still, he couldn’t seem to stop.

“Is it your stomach?” Elliot asked.

Jay nodded stiffly, feeling his heart pick up.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Elliot said sympathetically. “Do you need to throw up?”

“No!”

Elliot jumped as Jay’s voice went from quiet and strained to shouting in a split second. Jay just shook his head. This was ridiculous. There had to be some way to get control of this, to stop it. And yet, he could feel the familiar tightening in his throat. He couldn’t swallow. He couldn’t breathe.

“Uh, okay?” Elliot looked confused.

“No, I mean…” Jay tried to take a deep breath, but it only made his head spin. “I—I don’t know, but…no. I can’t.”

Saying I don’t know wasn’t right either. The answer was yes, and it pounded on the inside of his head, even as he tried desperately to push it away. Everything about this was so blatantly wrong.

“Oh, Jay,” Elliot murmured. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“No,” he insisted. “It’s—it’s not, I’m not, I can’t…I can’t stop it.”

He was really hyperventilating now, any thought of trying to calm down gone from his mind. He shuddered as his stomach let out a soft whine.

“It might make you feel better,” Elliot pointed out.

“No, no, no, shut up,” Jay muttered. “I can’t.”

A quick breath caught in Jay’s throat and he gagged unexpectedly before clamping a hand firmly over his mouth. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst, the nightmare, but it didn’t come. It seemed to have been a stress reaction, but not much else. At least, not yet.

“Hey, okay, do you need—?” Elliot started to ask, but Jay shook his head again and he seemed to realize that it wasn’t urgent. But Jay only felt the panic mounting more, his vision starting to blur as he struggled to get enough air. He stiffened when he felt Elliot’s hand touching his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “Come here.”

“It’s not—”

“Shhh,” Elliot whispered. “Just come here.”

Jay reluctantly sat down on the bed, tucking his knees up to his chest to protect his stomach. Elliot wrapped his arms around him instantly, holding him tight.

“Take a few deep breaths with me,” he instructed. He took a slow and deliberate breath, and Jay tried his best to copy him, though he was sure it wasn’t even close. His next attempt was better, but he could still feel his whole body shaking.

“There you go,” Elliot murmured. “I’m sorry you feel so sick, baby. But whatever happens, I know you can handle it. You’ve got through this before, and I’ll be right here the whole time. But resisting and worrying about it is only gonna make you feel worse, okay?”

Jay managed a slight nod. His muscles were still locked tight.

“Just try and relax,” Elliot said. He stroked a hand through Jay’s hair and his face creased into a frown for a moment. “You do feel a little warm. But it’s okay. I bet you’ll feel better really soon. Just breathe.”

Jay’s mind was still racing, and his stomach was still taking up most of his attention, but it was harder to keep panicking in Elliot’s arms. And if nothing else, Elliot was probably right that he was only making himself worse. Anything to stop this was worth trying.

He let himself relax as Elliot’s comforting words spilled over him, and he ran his hands gently through Jay’s hair. After a few minutes, his breaths had slowed down to almost normal, and his eyelids were starting to feel heavy. He’d barely even slept an hour, and he desperately to forget about the increasing discomfort in his abdomen and lose consciousness again for a while.

Elliot seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because after a while he released his arms from around Jay and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

“I think we should both go back to bed,” he suggested. “I bet you’ll feel better in the morning.”

The idea was tempting, and the fatigue in Elliot’s green eyes was obvious. It was clear he didn’t want to be awake either, though he would probably never say it. But that was impossible. Jay’s stomach churned violently, and he tasted a splash of acid at the back of his throat. His heart fluttered with fear again, and he tried his best to keep calm.

“I can’t,” he choked out. He swallowed, but that just made his stomach bubble even more. “I can’t.”

“Okay, it’s okay,” Elliot said, calm as ever. “Bathroom?”

Jay desperately wanted to say no, but he knew now it was only a matter of time. Better not to make a mess. Better to have at least some tiny semblance of control.

“Yes,” he admitted softly, and stood up.

Elliot led him to the bathroom with a hand on his lower back, which Jay suspected was more for comfort than for balance. At least for now, he could walk just fine, even if he was still shaking. He knelt in front of the toilet, but kept his lips pressed clothed, hoping at least to prolong the inevitable.

“Don’t hold it in,” Elliot murmured. “You’ll feel a lot better when it’s over. The anticipation’s always the worst part.”

Jay reluctantly opened his mouth, but squeezed his eyes shut. A thick string of spit dripped from his lips and into the toilet. But Elliot was already rubbing his back, and he tried not to fight it. He retched dryly, shuddering.

“It’s okay,” Elliot said softly. “I’m right here, Jay.”

Jay gagged again, but it only succeeded in scraping the back of his throat. He could feel the weight of his stomach contents sitting heavily inside him, sloshing back and forth with every tiny motion, but they refused to come up. He doubled over with a dry heave that brought tears to his eyes.

“I hate this,” he whispered.

“I know,” Elliot said. He gave Jay’s shoulder a squeeze as he retched emptily again. Jay was trembling, but he hadn’t managed to bring anything up. “Have you eaten anything lately? Maybe your stomach’s empty.”

The mention of food made Jay’s stomach turn and sent up another harsh gag that yielded no results. He avoided answering for several seconds, letting his mouth hang open, sure that this would be it, but all that came was another dry retch.

“Had dinner after you slept,” he got out. “It’s not empty, I just—”

Another empty retch cut him off, and he fell into a wave of dry heaves, each of which seemed an inch from finally sending up the contents of his stomach. Now Jay actually wanted to be sick, if only to get the worst of the nausea over with, but not even a drop was coming up.

“Maybe your body isn’t quite ready yet,” Elliot suggested gently. “What if you just sleep for a little bit and then wake me again if you feel like you’re going to throw up?”

Jay shook his head, still letting saliva drip down into the water. He was going to be sick, he could tell. It just wasn’t happening, and somehow, that was worse than being unable to stop it.

“You look so tired,” Elliot insisted. “Just come lie down for a second, okay?”

“Not a good idea,” Jay replied tightly. When the next retch didn’t come, he tried to force a gag, but it didn’t do anything more than the others. Elliot pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, which was damp with sweat.

“I really don’t think you’re going to throw up right now, baby” he said. “Come back to bed with me.”

“No.” Jay sat back and rested his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat for a moment, closing his eyes. “I’m going to be sick.”

Elliot didn’t reply, but Jay felt his presence disappear from behind him, and hear quiet footsteps walking down the hall. His heart sank. Elliot was tired, yes, but Jay still dreaded the idea of facing this alone. Jay just stayed where he was, too exhausted to go get Elliot again but far too nauseous to think about going to bed. He spat into the toilet weakly, not even bothering to raise his head.

A few minutes later, though, Jay heard more footsteps walking toward him, and he looked up to see Elliot with a large bundle of pillows and blankets in his arms.

“You need to get some sleep,” Elliot said with a smile. “If you don’t want to go back to the bedroom I figured you could at least sleep here.”

Jay almost smiled back as he watched Elliot get to work setting up a makeshift bed in the corner of the room. Sleep still seemed like a bad idea – he still felt like he was moments from being sick – but he was too exhausted to argue much. At least now he could try to rest without worrying too much about being unprepared.

“There you go,” Elliot said. “How’s this?”

Jay walked over to the mass of blankets and lay down, but almost instantly, he felt liquid starting to rise in his throat.

“Not good,” he muttered, sitting up quickly. “Being flat just makes it worse.”

“Lean against me then,” Elliot suggested. He sat down next to Jay and leaned against the wall in a position that looked far from comfortable, but Jay didn’t question it. He tentatively rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, keeping himself relatively upright. Elliot hummed softly and kept pushing the curls off of Jay’s forehead, until he slowly drifted off himself.

For a while, it seemed to be an alright arrangement. Jay still felt incredibly ill, and Elliot was completely out, but his own fatigue let him ignore some of the nausea. But every time he nearly drifted off, his stomach churned and groaned, leaving his heart racing again. Time was still hard to determine, but he was sure at least an hour had passed when Elliot started mumbling something incoherent, like he did when he had slept enough to enter a dream. A few times, Jay knelt over the toilet and retched as silently as he could, but nothing came up, and it did nothing to settle the horribly sick feeling.

Jay was closing his eyes in a useless attempt to sleep when his stomach gave a powerful lurch. He heaved dryly into his hand and staggered the few feet to the toilet on shaky legs. He let his hand drop away as he retched again, still bringing nothing up.

“Jay?” Elliot’s voice was bleary from the other side of the room, but he was at Jay’s side in a second, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes again. “Mmm, okay, it’s okay.”

He started to rub Jay’s back as Jay gagged emptily, trembling and gripping the sides of the toilet with white knuckles.

“Did you sleep?” Elliot asked. Jay shook his head. “Were you just feeling sick this whole time?”

Jay retched again, spitting out a mouthful of thick saliva.

“I…I can’t.”

“Sweetheart,” Elliot murmured. “Okay, can I try something?”

Jay nodded without really thinking, and the next thing he knew, he felt Elliot’s hand pushing firmly against his stomach. A new wave of nausea rushed over him and he heaved instantly, feeling liquid creeping up his throat. Before he had time to catch his breath, Elliot was pressing harder. Jay heaved again, more forcefully, and finally brought up a small trickle of vomit into the water.

“That’s it,” Elliot said softly. “You’ll feel better in just a minute.”

The pressure on Jay’s stomach was agonizing, and he shuddered as he retched up a small wave of chunky sick. A larger one followed, nearly choking him as it poured out of his mouth. He coughed and retched dryly again.

“You’re okay, get it all up,” Elliot told him encouragingly. He rubbed a few circles between Jay’s shoulder blades before returning his hand to his stomach, pushing against it so hard that Jay groaned involuntarily before bending over with another heave. Another sizable stream fell from his lips.

“Stop,” Jay whispered, and Elliot listened instantly, pulling his hand away. But it was barely a few seconds before Jay was gagging again, bringing up a small mouthful of mostly bile. He gave another few dry retches, wincing each time and keeping his eyes squeezed shut. Elliot pressed a kiss into his hair, frowning when he could still feel his unnaturally high temperature.

“It’s okay. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Jay shook his head and gave him a look that said, yes, it was most certainly that bad, but he was too exhausted to find the words to say it.

“You think you’re done?” Elliot asked. Jay gagged dryly over the water one more time before nodding, and crawling back over to the blankets on the floor. Elliot flushed the toilet for him and then hurried over to regain his position against the wall, letting Jay lean against his shoulder.

“You’re okay,” he said. “Get some sleep. It’s over now.”

Jay’s eyes were already closing, and Elliot eagerly closed his as well. It was only when he woke up an hour later to the sound of more dry retching that he realized he may as well give up on getting any sleep for the night.

Benefits of Having a Househusband: Chapter 8 - You can influence them easier than anyone else

aka, 10 times Jay being a househusband worked in Erin’s favour

Also on ff.net and A03

Once again, huge thanks to @justkillingtimewhileiwait for all of her beta'ing help and idea bouncing! Thanks for introducing me to Halsteadx2 + Erin! Hope you guys enjoy!


Jay breathed out a frustrated sigh as he exited the trauma room in the emergency department of Chicago Med Hospital. The patient inside was being far more difficult than someone with three broken ribs and a severe concussion should ever be, especially when Jay had tackled the suspect just as a car was heading for him. The least he deserved was a thank you, not a headache.

“You’re bleeding,” Will stated when he followed his brother out, breaking Jay out of his building anger. Erin had stepped away to call Voight and inform him about their lack of progress so far, knowing she wasn’t impressed by the suspect’s attitude either.

“Hmm?” Jay touched his temple when Will pointed towards it, wincing slightly at the tender graze and when his fingers came back red. Perhaps that explained the headache more. “Oh, I’m fine.”

Will rolled his eyes, obviously not believing him. “Let me be the judge of that.”

“I’m fine, Will,” Jay reiterated, pulling away when the doctor reached out towards him. “Stop- stop it. I’m fine!”

“Just-” Will began, impatient and borderline annoyed, following down the corridor away from the busy nurse’s station. “Jay!”

“It’s a small cut. It’s fine,” he repeated, words sharpened with anger which were only partially directed at the situation at hand. He was forced to stop abruptly when Will overtook him and stood in his way.

“You have a medical degree now, do you? Is that what you were doing in the Army?” Will asked dryly, crossing his arms and staring Jay down.

Meeting his eyes with a hardened glare of his own, Jay scoffed. “No, I was dealing with worse than a scratch.”

“It’ll take-” Will began, only to cut himself off when Jay tried to sidestep him. He grabbed his little brother by the arm, turning him towards him and using the small moment of the detective’s distraction to try and probe at the injury.

Jay slapped away his hand almost immediately. “Don’t-” he started, shaking off the hand on his arm and then trying to brush off Will’s attempt to have a look again. “Will!”

“Hey! Seriously, what are you two? Five?” Erin’s voice suddenly cut in, appearing next to them with an exasperated look. She laid a hand on both of their shoulders, gently pushing them apart before they started bickering once again in the hospital’s ED, or worse, throwing fists. She had heard enough stories from them to know it was a possibility. “Jay, let your brother check you out.”

“I’m-” Jay tried once again, directing his irritated look towards Erin this time, not that she was hearing any of it.

“Jay,” Erin said pointedly, shooting Jay a look he knew very well; one he tried to match like-for-like but knew he wouldn’t win against, not today. “Hank said to wait the suspect out until the meds make his tongue a bit looser, so we have the time.”

Gritting his teeth, he blew out a defeated breath. “Fine,” he bit out, meeting Erin’s sarcastic smile with one of his own just as her phone rang in her hand.

Feeling a nudge on his back, Jay headed in the direction of the empty examination room his brother was leading him in. “Househusband,” Will snickered unrelenting, very literally behind his back, Erin trailing far behind on her phone.

“I have a gun, William. Don’t tempt me,” Jay shot back under his breath, using Will’s full name like he use to when they were kids to get a rise out of him. As irritated as Jay was at being undermined by the two of them, he knew better than to issue gun threats in the middle of a busy hospital.

Jay was roughly shoved towards the bed in the room, catching himself with a hand before he fell into it. Shooting a glare over his shoulder, he watched as Will closed the glass doors of the room, Erin on the other side, pacing as she spoke on the phone.

“You realise you’re at my workplace now, right? Piss me off once more and watch what happens,” Will warned him, slipping on some gloves.

“Whatever you say, William,” Jay remarked bitterly, and slightly childishly, smirking when he saw his big brother roll his eyes and fix his jaw in annoyance. “Ow!” Jay suddenly hissed when Will shoved his head to the side for a better look, hissing in pain and breaking away from his grip when the latter prodded stiffly at his wound.

“Sit down, Jay,” Will instructed irritably as he took a seat on the stool by the bed.

Jat shook his head and crossed his arms. “I’m not staying if you’re gonna abuse me. What happened to ‘do no harm’?”

“It doesn’t apply to bratty little brothers,” Will retorted, patting the edge of the bed for Jay, where he reluctantly gave in and perched a few seconds later. “Now stay still, or should I call Erin in and make her hold your hand?”

“At least she’d want to hold my hand,” Jay muttered tauntingly, both men knowing he was referring to a certain paediatric doctor the elder Halstead had an unwavering crush on. One which Jay knew was a sore subject for him, as proven when he pressed at the graze on Jay’s temple with more alcohol than was probably needed. “Ow, dammit, Will!”

Jay’s indignant exclamation had apparently been loud enough to travel out of the room, as evident when Erin knocked on the glass to claim their attention away from glaring at one another. She pointed a finger at them both, raising a brow to tell them without words that she was watching them and to behave, until they had the nerve to sheepishly nod back at her silent warning.

Hissing when he felt the swab against his skin again, this time accompanied by the familiar pressure of a tweezer, Jay fought the urge to snap again when the alcohol ran cold down his cheek.

“My hand slipped,” Will stated lightly, the amusement in his words suggesting it was anything but an accident.

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Jay told him dryly, shooting down the grin Will gave him with a glare.

“Rich, coming from you,” Will laughed before carrying on with cleaning out his injury with some care this time and waiting for his brother’s quip. When it failed to come, he smirked when he caught Jay sharing a soft smile with Erin, still in the corridor. “Househusband.”

Request: If requests for Jay are still open, can I ask for a fake text when you’re friends but both like each other. You’re leaving the club with your cousin and he drunk text you begging you not to go and confession. You’re startled and happy and confused because your cous is like your brother. Thank you!

A/N: @smutfictionaddicted I hope you like it! I know it’s not exactly what you wanted… I tried.

{Part 6} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by jayseattle

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Drama / Angst / Fluff

Summary: You meet with Jay and a mysterious woman. You learn the importance of decisions and choices, and having the freedom to make your own.

This scenario contains slight mentions of abuse and manipulative behaviour - talks about whorephobia and stigma.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7}


A part of Jay had already decided that you would never pick up the phone to call him. He had secretly accepted to himself that he completely scared you off to the point that he would never hear from or see you again, so upon hearing your voice on the other end of the phone; he felt an unbelievable weight get lifted from his shoulders.

“(Y/N)…I was so worried about you. I didn’t think you would call” he replied nervously as he quickly walked towards his car, letting himself in and closing the door, sinking down into the driver’s seat. He thought to himself “It’s so good to hear her voice again. Not as babydoll, but as (Y/N)”

“I didn’t think I would be calling you either, trust me” you chuckled light-heartedly, hearing Jay mimic a similar sound back through the phone. “Look, Jay…I’ve done a lot of thinking since…well, since everything happened. I just…I don’t know what to do. Part of me feels like an idiot, and the other part of me feels sorry about the way I spoke to you. And I am…sorry.”

“You have absolutely no reason to apologise to me. I came on too strong and that’s my fault. I’m part of the reason why you’re in this mess and I want to help you in any way I can.” Jay uttered almost instantly, placing his free hand on the wheel and leaning his head back on the seat. You blinked several times – completely agreeing with him but not knowing how to respond so directly. You couldn’t agree more that if Jay hadn’t of interjected the way he did, none of this would have happened – but you also couldn’t deny that if he hadn’t, you would still be in the same situation as you were previously, being none the wiser.

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No More- Jay Park Angst

You sighed as you entered your apartment. You shrugged off your coat and hung it up on the coat rack by the door. You had a long day at work, your boss giving you extra files just before you were about to leave, your co-workers being rude to you, and Jay your boyfriend of two years ignoring your text messages. All you wanted to do now was curl up in your bed and sleep. Lately Jay has been ignoring your texts and calls choosing to spend more days at work. While he spent his nights out at the club with his friends who were also his co-workers. You knew that Jay had a lot of work to do, you understood that with him being the co owner of his company, you understood that he has a lot of work. But you also wished that he would at least send you one message. It didn’t have to be long, even a message telling you that he was busy. You would’ve been fine with anything at this point. 

 You walked into the kitchen and started to make some coffee, to try and help with tiredness. You hummed along to a song, which you forgot the name of, as you were waiting for the coffee to be ready. When it was finally ready you poured yourself a cup and headed to the living room. You wanted to try an be awake for when Jay came home tonight. If he came home tonight that is. You sat down on the couch and started to go through the channels on the television, hoping to find something to watch. After a couple minutes of searching you finally settled on a Disney movie that was playing. You took a sip of your coffee before setting it on the table. You grabbed your blanket off the back of the couch and snuggled into it. You had a feeling tonight would be a long night. 

 Couple hours later: You awoke to the sound of your phone going off. You groaned and reached out towards the coffee table blindly. As you were reaching out for your phone, you stretched to far causing you to fall off the couch. You rubbed your head and groaned out in pain. The phone started to go off for a second time. You sat up and grabbed your phone. You accepted the call without bothering to look at the caller ID.                                                    "What?“ You snapped as you slowly got up off of the floor. You stood up and wandered into the kitchen to get some Advil for the pain in your head.        "Y/N? Jay is absolutely wasted off his ass. Can you please come and take him home?” It was Kiseok.                                                                                            You sighed as you rubbed your temples. “Same place where you guys always go?” You asked Kiseok as you grabbed your coat and keys, slipping your shoes on.                                                                                                     “Yeah, where else would we be?” He chuckled.                                         “Alright, I’ll be there in ten.” You answered as you headed out the door.     “Okay see you soon, y/n” he said as you hung up the phone. 

 You climbed into your car and headed towards the club that they guys usually hung out at. This scenario usually happened to you every time Jay would go out and drink. Someone would call you at whatever time in the night or early morning asking you to come pick Jay up. You pulled into the parking lot of the club and got out. As you entered the club, you immediately spotted Kiseok and the others, but no Jay. You furrowed your brow in confusion. Usually when you get here he’s passed out in one of the booths. You started heading towards Kiseok and the others direction. Kiseok spotted you and walked over.    "Where’s Jay?“ You asked him as you looked around the club, seeing if you could get a glimpse of your boyfriend.                                                                "He said something about going to do his business in the washroom, so he should be right back.” He told you as you spotted Jay walking out of the hallway that lead to the washrooms.

 Only he didn’t come out alone. There was a girl wrapped around his arm, giggling and smiling at him.                                                                         “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what ‘business’ he meant.” You sneered. Kiseok looked in the direction you were glaring so intensely at. His eyes widened as he saw what you did. Kiseok chuckled nervously. “I-I’m sure he didn’t do what your thinking he did. Y/N he loves you." 

 You rolled your eyes as you walked over to Jay and the girl that was hanging off of him. As you were walking towards them, you suddenly halted your steps. A part of you really wanted to believe what Kiseok had told you, but the proof that what Kiseok told you wasn’t true was right in front of you. Just a few steps away. 

 Jay and this girl were locking lips right in front of you. You couldn’t do anything but stare at them in disbelief. Jay was cheating on you, right in front of your eyes! You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of the daze you were in. You looked over and saw Kiseok standing beside you with a look of disbelief on him as well.                                                                             "Y-Y/N I didn’t know he would-”                                                                           “Save it, nobody could’ve known he would.” You said as tears were welling up in your eyes. You wanted to be anywhere but here. So many things were running through your mind. Things like                                                         “Was this the first time he has done something like this? Or has he done this before? If so, how long has he been doing this behind my back?” You couldn’t stop thinking. 

 You stood there in silence for a couple minutes just thinking. As you looked up from the floor you seen Jay dancing and grinding on the girl as if he didn’t have a care in the world. You took a deep breath before you headed towards Jay. Once you were behind him, you tapped on his shoulder. As he turned around, you slapped him across the face.                                                                   “Ow! What the hell? Who the hell did-” Jay’s eyes widened as he realized that it was you. “Y-Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked as he held his now reddening cheek.                                                                                                  You scoffed. “Is this what you do when you’re here? Sleep with other girls, then when you wake up in the morning just blame it on the alcohol so you don’t feel guilty?” You yelled.

 Jay looked confused for a second before he looked over at the girl standing beside him, who was looking bored. He shook his head quickly.                   “No! I swear I don’t hook up with any g-girls while I’m here.” He stuttered. You crossed your arms. You could always tell when Jay was lying. He would look anywhere but your eyes, and he would stutter. He was currently doing both of those things. Your heart dropped knowing that Jay was lying to you about cheating on you. You could feel your throats getting choked up.

 Why would he do this to you? Why would he go out and hook up with these random girls at the club while you were home thinking about him? It didn’t make sense to you. You blinked rapidly to try and stop the tears from falling. “You’re lying.” You told him as you looked at his face. He seemed scared. Scared of what? Loosing you? You shook your head, “If he was scared of losing me, why’d he cheat on me?” You thought. Jay tried to reach out for you but you took a step back and shook your head “Don’t touch me.” You quickly turned around wanting desperately to get out of there. You pushed and shoved your way through not caring about the people giving you dirty looks, and ignoring the shouts of your name. You felt like you were being torn apart from the inside. 

 You were almost out the door when you felt a hand grab your wrist. “Please y/n, don’t leave like this. Let’s talk this through. I-I can’t lose you.” Jay told you as he tightened his grip on your wrist, afraid that you’ll slip away. You turned your head to look at him. You searched his face, remembering every detail, because you knew this would be the last time you saw him. With that thought in your mind a whole new wave of tears made it to your eyes. A few of those tears fell down your face. 

You tugged your wrist free. “T-There’s nothing to talk about Jay. You cheated end of story.” You whispered.                                

 "Please, please y/n I love you so much. Let’s work through this.“ He begged you. You could see tears starting to form in his eyes with the realization that he was losing you. He tried to grab for your hand again but you moved back. 

"Look Jay, I-I can’t be here right now. I need to go.” You murmured. You took one final look at the man you love before you turned and headed out the door.

 You rushed to your car. All you wanted to do was go home. You quickly got into your car and drove off. You drove quicker than you should’ve just so you could get home faster. As soon as you got out of the car and rushed inside. You shut the door tightly locking it. You rested your forehead against the door and breathed out. You closed your eyes and slid down the door. That’s when everything actually hit you. 

 Jay cheated on you. Your relationship with Jay was over. No more late night dates after he was done work. No more of you visiting him at work and bugging him. No more late night talks in bed. No more cuddles, hugs, kisses. No more Jay. You brought your knees up to your chest and sobbed. 

 No more Jay.

Originally posted by clubeskimo

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~So this was my first time writing a scenario like this. It may not be that great but I hope some people like it at least. I hope to continue writing scenarios in the future, so if you have a scenario that you would like me to write, I’d be more than happy to give it a try!~

Love Child Part Two.

You can read one here.


“Not now Jai.” You whispered back just as harshly as all three kids looked on curiously at you and Jai. Jai looked back at the kids and found himself staring at his son.

“Alyssa can you take them back upstairs?”

“They wanted a snack.” Alyssa informed.

“Of course. There is plenty in the fridge or they can have some of what Lisa and I made earlier.”

All three kids found a stool to climb on to see what goodies they could eat. You glanced over at Jai and his face was hard as stone. It was as if he was frozen in place as he stared at his son. You could just imagine what his mind was going through.

“Mom I want some spring rolls.” Your son told you. Out the corner of your eyes, you saw Jai flinched when your son called you mom.

“Sure baby. Wait until Alyssa bring some plates for you, Lola and Nakola.” It seemed forever as Alyssa grabbed three plates and filled them with what the children requested. You and Jai were silent and just watched the children as they grabbed their plates and headed back upstairs. As if he was holding his breath the whole time Jai exhaled sharply as soon as the kids were out of sight and he turned his attention back to you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jai voiced raised at you.

“Jai, I had good reason-” Jai cut you off.

“What was it? What could it possibly be for you to hide something as important as my child from me?!” Jai walked up to you as his voiced raised even more at you to where he was almost shouting. You flinched at his massive figure towering over you as anger radiated throughout his whole body.

“I was thinking of your career. You could not be tied down with a child. You were just starting to get big roles. You would not have the time to be a father. I know acting is your passion and I was not going to be the reason if you had to give it up.” You tried to explain. Jai searched your face for a few moments and you both stared at each other. You were silent as you let what you explain to him process. Maybe you should have said something as you saw his beautiful blue eyes turn a stormy grey.

“Are you fucking kidding me!!” Jai was now screaming and you noticed his massive body trembling with anger. “That is the most bullshit I have ever heard in my life Y/N! You had no right to keep him from me!”

“Jai please calm down.” You told him as calmly as you could.

“Calm down! How the hell can I calm down after finding out that you kept me from my son?!” Jai yelled.

“Yo! Brother calm down.” You heard Jason’s voice enter the kitchen. You sighed with relief as Jason grabbed Jai’s arm and pulled him out of your personal space. Lisa rushed in the kitchen her face frowned with worry.

“So I guess he knows.” She whispered to you as she pulled you further away from Jai.

“I knew this was a bad idea.” You whispered back as your body started to tremble also from Jai’s reaction.

“He needed to know.” Lisa told you as Jason pulled Jai out the kitchen.

“You need to calm down Jai. The whole house heard you.” Jason told him as he motion for Jai to sit on the couch.

“Did you know?” Jai tried his best to calm himself down.

“They just recently told me when you and I first met. Trust me it was hard for me not to tell you but I promised my wife I would not tell you. I can’t imagine what you are feeling right now but you can’t yell at Y/N like you just did. I know you are angry at her but just put yourself in her shoes. She did what she thought was best at the time. Lisa told me it was very hard for her.”

“Hard for her?!” Jai had to stop his voice from rising again.

“Why don’t you concentrate on getting to know your son.” Jason suggested.

“Yeah…..you are right. I just don’t know if I could ever forgive her for this.”

“You will in due time. Let’s just take one step at a time. Get to know your son. He is a great kid.”

Jai nodded his head as he let out a long sigh.

“You think you are calm enough to talk to her and not yell?” Jason asked as he got up from the couch.

“Yeah.” Jai said as he also stood up to face you again in the kitchen.

“He is so angry Lisa. I have never seen him so angry before.” You said biting you nails as you paced back and forth in the kitchen.

“Y/N can you blame him?”

You shot Lisa a look.

“Who’s side are you on?” You asked angrily.

“Hey don’t get pissed at me. I have always told you to tell him. You made your bed and now you have to lie in it. He deserves to know his child. How can you deny little Jai from knowing his father? That is something I never understood with you. Y/N I love you very much and you know I would do anything for you but you are dead wrong in this situation.” Your best friend told you.

You sighed as you stopped pacing and slumped your back against the fridge defeated. She was right. Hell she was always right. That was one trait that irked you about your “twin”. You both looked up at the entryway of the kitchen as you heard Jai and Jason walk in.

“Is he calmed?” Lisa asked protective of her friend.

“Yes.” Jai answered as he looked at you. The anger was replaced with pain in his eyes and you felt as if a dagger stabbed you in the heart. How could you have hurt him so bad? How could you keep his son away from him for so long? How could you do this to someone you still loved after all these years?

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing you said when Jason and Lisa left you two alone once again.

Jai let out an angry chuckle. “I’m afraid that does not even scratch the surface.”

“I know.” You looked down at your feet. “What’s done is done Jai. What do you want me to do?”

Jai walked up to you and you found yourself mesmerized by him as if he was not even real. After all the years that past here he was standing before you.

“You can start by letting me get to know my son.” As angry and in pain as Jai was he could not help but softly pull on several of your locs and twist it around his index finger. He had a son. A son with you, the woman he could never get out his system after you broke his heart.

“Don’t you want a DNA test? I’m sure your girlfriend and family would want you to have one just to be sure.” You tried to step away from him but he would not let you move.

“I knew as soon as I looked into his eyes he was mind. My God Y/N he looks so much like me I might as well gave birth to him.”

“I want you to have a test done for anyone who may question it.”

“If that is what you want then fine….but I want to spend time with him and tell him who I am.”

“Not tonight. It’s getting late and don’t you have to get back to your girlfriend.” You tried not to say the last sarcastically but it came out that way and Jai noticed it. A small smile played on his lips at your obvious jealously.

“Tomorrow then….you stay with Lisa and Jason?”

“No. I have a place not too far from here.”

“I need the address.” Jai stated as he leaned in closer to you. Your breath start to quicken as the father of your child pressed himself against you.

“Jai what are you doing?” You whispered as he pushed your locs behind your ear, leaned in and lightly grazed your earlobe with his lips.

“Is this still one of your spots? I have not forgotten what turns you on.” Jai said in your ear just before nipping your earlobe.

“Jai please don’t.” You almost let out a moan.

“I see it still is.” Jai nipped your ear one more time before pulling away from you. “Give me your address.”

Jai now allowed you to move from the fridge and get a pen and paper. You wrote your address, phone number down, and handed it to him.

“Noon tomorrow good?”

“Yes.”

“I want to say goodnight to him.”

You called for Alyssa to bring little Jai down.

“How was the spring rolls little man?” You asked your son as he carefully walked down the stairs.

“How old is he?” Jai asked you as he watched his son come down the stairs.

“Four and a half.”

“They were good mom.”

“Mr. Jai wants to say goodnight.” You told your son as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “He is also going to come over tomorrow to see you.”

Little Jai smiled at his father. “Is it because we have the same name?” Your son inquired.

“That’s one reason.” Jai told him as he picked him up. “It’s so nice to meet you Jai. You sleep good tonight and I will see you tomorrow and we can do something fun together.”

“Ok.” Little Jai said excitedly. Jai reluctantly let his son down and watched as he walked back upstairs. Jai looked at you and his eyes were red and misty.

“He is beautiful.” He told you. You nodded in agreement. “I better go before I get angry at you again.”

You had nothing to say in defense. He most likely will be angry with you off and on for a long time as he gets to know his son.


Jai sat in his car and stared at his house. He needed to get himself together emotionally before he went in. As he was driving home, he could not help but cry in anger at you. As tears fell down his cheeks he thought of all the years he missed out on his son’s life. If he had knew about his son he would have been there every step of the way. People have careers and children all the time so your excuse angered him even more. Jai wiped his face with his hand as he watch his front door open and his girlfriend step out waiting for him to get out the car. How was he going to tell her he found out tonight that he was a father? How was he going to tell her that in the last couple of hours his feelings for her had completely shifted? Jai sighed as he got out the car. It was going to be a long night.

Part three (the last part…I am vowing to myself) will be up soon.


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