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goldenhypen · 1 year

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Idk if your requests are open but if they are could you write where Jay’s s/o watched the new concept trailer & they’re jealous of that girl😭like even tho they’re dating cuz who is this girl that’s against your chest & putting her lips on his neck

hey bestie :> i’m so sorry to tell you but reqs are actually closed rn 😭 i’m in love w this concept tho and this was def an idea i was already thinking of while watching the trailer so here’s a mini scenario just for you <3

“jay!” you screeched from the living room, phone in hand and jaw hanging so wide open, you were surprised it wasn’t down on the floor.

your boyfriend ran into view, a visible look of panic on his face, “what’s wrong, honey?”

“you never told me about this scene when you filmed the trailer!” you exclaimed half-offended, showing him the paused screen with a girl you didn’t know, her head tucked into your boyfriend’s neck, and from what you could tell, her lips were probably sucking at the skin!

backing up a bit, jay just chuckled, grabbing your wrist to sit you down again.

inhaling one big breath into his lungs before letting out a heavy sigh, he turned to you with a smirk, “you jealous?”

“pfft-” you let out, staring at him. “of course i am! i’m your girlfriend, therefore i believe i have the right to be! i should be the only one laying myself on your chest and pressing my lips to your neck,” you finished, turning your head away from your boyfriend dramatically with a huff.

you heard another chuckle elicit from jay.

“what are you laughing for?” you said, still upset.

“you know how cute you are whenever you get jealous?” he started, causing you to furrow your brows as his words made you start to think. he continued, “i feel like i’m basically falling in love with you all over again, honey.”

you gave him a blank stare.

“don’t tell me you were waiting for me to watch this first without you telling me about her just because you like seeing me jealous...”

“welp, guilty as charged. what can we do about it? the past is in the past now, yeah?” he said as he began standing up, turning to look down and face you. “and don’t worry. the angle just made it look like her lips were on me, when in reality, she wasn’t even that close. so don’t worry, my love. nothing to worry about.”

you stood up to better meet his eyes before speaking, “okay, well… good then. as she should.”

with a moment of silence and staring into each other’s eyes, not knowing what to say after wrongly accusing him, you began walking away past him.

but before you could get away, you felt yourself being held back when you noticed jay’s hand holding your wrist.

and without having time to process it, you were already being pulled into his chest, his eyes looking into yours with a smirk on his lips before he dove in, kissing you softly.

oh, how he loved seeing you jealous.

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star-sim · 3 months

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too sweet ☆ jay park

☆ bad boy! jay x nerd! fem! reader ☆ summary: after months of an on-and-off relationship with you, jay feared that he'd hurt you. you know that he won't. maybe a few sweet words (and kisses) could convince him. ☆ genre: angst to fluff, suggestive, inexperienced! reader (-ish), jay is really really really DOWN BAD, insecurities ☆ warning(s)? n/a ☆ word count: 2.0k words ☆ everyone clap for hozier’s “too sweet," for my starved jay stans

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

"So, you're telling me that you want us to end?"

Jay sucked in a sharp breath, clasping his hands together. "That's not what I mean."

You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him. The thin gold chain hanging around his neck kissed his honey gold skin deliciously, his silvery hair falling over his brows. You watched as Jay rubbed his knuckles, his jaw clenching with each thought that ran through his mind.

"Then what do you mean?"

If he thought that you'd ever let him go, he was insane.

Jay took a moment to think, before words tumbled from his lips in a slow drawl, as if he was afraid of them.

"We can't be together because I'll hurt you," he said simply.

Jay watched your expression closely, eyeing your swollen lips— God, were they perfect, like always— as they curled. He could hear the cogs turning in your head, and for a second, Jay thought that he could win the fight.

You and Jay met under rather interesting circumstances. He was slacking in his classes, running the risk of not passing the semester, so the counselors stepped in and had you to help.

At first, Jay thought you were the most insufferable snob there was. But the next thing he knew, he was pinning you against the wall, hungrily kissing you like he was a starved man and you were his salvation. There was always something so intoxicating about you, the way you were able to chide into his ear why he was failing his classes, yet stayed silent with wide, innocent eyes as his fingers squeezed your thighs. Jay longed for the way you could read him like a book, the way that your black pawns stacked up against him, cornering his white king that made it impossible to escape, all the while holding a polite smile on your face.

It was always unconventional; how could the school's most notorious slacker and shady delinquent even be in the same room as the smartest girl?

Everyone seemed to have something to say about it, and for a second, Jay couldn't help but drink up every word, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that was his mind.

You were too good for him. You had everything laid out for you, you were just perfect. He wasn't. He was troubled, and stupid, and brash.

He was mean and bitter, you were bright and sweet.

So sweet.

Too sweet.

"You'll hurt me?" you scoffed again, looking at him incredulously.

Under your critical gaze, Jay nearly faltered, as if this wasn't the millionth time that he reconsidered this entire conversation, as if he didn't crave your touch every waking second.

Just ten minutes ago, you were on top of him, your fingers tangled in his hair, ravaging his lips like they were your last meal. Knowing that he was the one that taught you that— how to devour him like a starved hyena— made him feel dizzy.

"When have you ever hurt me?" you pressed, your face pinched.

It was only when your delicate fingers began to unbutton his shirt, soft, but desperate, breaths brushing up against his collarbone, that Jay gently pushed you away, taking you off of his lap and letting you sit beside him on your bed.

"I haven't," Jay swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to ignore the nerves bundling in his stomach, gnawing at him, almost like they were screaming at him to stop. "But I can, a-and I know I will if we don't stop seeing each other."

"What makes you think that?"

Jay chewed on his lip, thinking about his next move.

Loving you was like playing a game, a game where life and death were at stake. He was willing to roll every dice and destroy every odd if it meant being with you.

You were stone-faced, save for the questioning quirk of your eyebrows, but Jay knew better.

The moment that the words "I think we should break up" left his lips, Jay could see your pawns retreating; he could see the way that your walls were beginning to come up again, the cage wrapped around your heart tightened, and all he wanted to do was hold you and apologize.

But he couldn't, because this was for the best.

He'd rather hurt you once, than hurt you a million more times in the future.

He was afraid of himself, of what his hands could do, of what tears you would shed over him.

He was fundamentally flawed, someone who could not be fixed. That was something that both you and him needed to accept.

"You know me," Jay murmured, his eyes glued to the fluffy carpet on the floor. He couldn't look you in the eye after this, after hurting you. "I'm not good for you."

You stayed silent for a few pulses, only the sound of your shaky breath filling Jay's ears.

Then, you reached out for him. But, the moment that you soft fingers met his shoulder, Jay violently flinched away.

He knew that if he let you touch him, he'd never be able to pull away.

"Jay..." Your voice was small, and when he looked up to see your face, your brows were furrowed together. You looked hurt, and he wanted to punch himself; he wanted to melt into your warmth, feel your hands on his skin, and taste the paradise that was your lips.

You slowly retracted your hand, something that made Jay's heart ache.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, quickly averting his gaze once again. After today, he didn't deserve to look at you.

Another few pulses pass in sheer silence, a silence so suffocating that Jay felt his throat tighten.

"Did it mean anything to you?" you finally asked shakily.

"W-What?"

"Did anything that we did at least mean something to you?"

The word "yes" almost came spilling out of his mouth, eager to prove to you that he indeed loved you— loved you enough to save you. But, Jay stopped himself.

You would never take an explanation that didn't make sense. You'd push and push and push until you got the truth.

He couldn't draw this out any longer, or else he'd crack.

"No," Jay pushed out of his mouth, grimacing at the bitter taste on his tongue.

He heard you take in a breath, before you clicked your tongue.

You didn't believe him, and you weren't going to take no for an answer.

"Tell me the truth," you murmured. "All those times we've kissed, why would you kiss me first if it meant nothing?"

He really couldn't do this, he couldn't lie to you.

"W-Well, it's because you're always close to me." Horrible explanation, and he knew it.

You cocked a brow. "No one’s forcing you to kiss me."

Jay gulped. You were reading him like a book, seeing right through him.

"Any man in my position would kiss you," he stammered, unaware that the way his nose scrunched gave him away. Jay's eyes glazed over you. God, you were just so beautiful. "I mean, look at you."

His ears burned with shame, blinking back hot tears that brimmed his eyes. He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this, purposefully lying to your face. He felt disgusting; weak. You were the first person that he's ever loved, the first person that made him feel all sorts of weird, giddy feelings, the first person that made him feel safe and loved. He was ruining it for himself, but he'd rather ruin himself than ruin you. After this, how was he ever going to recover? He couldn't imagine his life without you, not after feeling your warmth, not after having the privilege of seeing you beneath him, pretty eyes filled with stars gazing up at him—

If Jay wasn't so caught up in his head, he'd notice the way that you observed his flickering expression, before suddenly climbing back onto Jay.

"H-Hey—!"

You pushed Jay down onto the bed so that he was lying on his back, sitting right on his abdomen, pinning him down for good.

"You're a horrible liar," you muttered before grabbing his face, pressing sticky kisses against his jaw.

No, no, no! This isn't supposed to happen! You're supposed to hate him!

Your lips trailed from his jaw to the crook right below his ear, the spot that you knew was Jay's sensitive spot. You bit down just enough to make Jay let out a high-pitched sigh. You pulled away, admiring the purple-pink mark you left on his skin, before trailing down to the birthmark on his neck. You ran your tongue over the heart-shaped mark. Jay's hand jerked out for your waist, squeezing it.

"B-Baby..." he breathed, slipping back into his habit of using that name for you. His mind was doing everything in its power to resist you, but all he could do was tilt his head back to give you better access to his neck.

"Baby?" you purred against the shell of his ear. "Thought I didn't mean anything to you."

"I— Shit, don't do that, Baby—" you slid your hand under his shirt, your lips making vulgar noises as it attached to his honey skin.

"I don't fucking care if you hurt me," you spat in his ear, and chills ran down his spine. Since when were you so... obscene?

What has he done to you, for you to start off as an innocent and curious girl and end up shamelessly touching him? Had he corrupted you too much?

"You said you wanted to give me the best firsts?" your voice was so harsh, so mean that Jay almost questioned how someone so sweet could be so ruthless. It also made him question why in the hell it made his stomach do a flip. You bit down on a collarbone. "Then stop being a pussy and just let me love you."

Jay threw his head back, letting a groan escape his lips. God, how was he going to win this? How was he going to ignore the shudder of his shoulders as you touched him? How was he going to act like his body wasn't yearning for you?

"I'm pretty and you know it," you rasped in his ear. "So stop resisting me."

Your words were candied, sweet like syrup, seeping into his head and swaying all resolve he had. He almost gave in. Almost.

"L-Look, I know you’re hot and all," it took every fiber in Jay's being to not give into your tantalizing lips, "B-But you know this is wrong."

You hummed against his skin. "But I don't."

Jay's rendered speechless when you press your hips against his, squeezing his eyes shut. His stomach did a flip, a wave of heat coursing through his body. It felt electric, it felt wrong.

"I don't know that this is wrong, and even if I did, I wouldn't care" your tone is so soft, so innocent, but your actions were so dirty. "Ignorance is bliss."

Jay opened his mouth to let more dumb words pour out, dumb words that were his final (and extremely futile) attempt to restrain himself, but his breath got caught in his throat when they ran your hands through his silver hair, gripping it and pulling it back. You held his head in place by his hair. The sensation of pain on his scalp was delicious, enough to make him feel like putty in the palm of your hands.

"If you don’t stop," his voice was airy and high-pitched now, labored breaths escaping his lips. He wasn't going to win this fight. He never was going to in the first place, not when you were his opponent, "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

"Then don't," you said simply against his neck. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Your eyes were wide and shiny, innocently staring up at him. Your voice was so pretty and sweet, so sweet that he couldn't believe that you were doing and saying all these things to him. "Don't control yourself."

As Jay fell back into the comfort of the mattress, letting heat spread across his chest and face as you hungrily sunk your teeth into what was his heart, his Adam's apple bobbed.

You were too sweet for him, too sweet for a bitter person like him.

He wouldn't mind getting tooth decay, yeah?

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lowkeychenle · 2 months

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masterlist + all about me (and nct dream)

hi everyone! name change/rebrand alert ;)

prev @/lowkeyjaemle, now @/lowkeychenle :D

i'm juls (as some of you already know) and my ult group is NCT Dream! i'm chenle biased (this will never change lol) and the majority of my blog is also chenle biased lol.

i do not have a bias wrecker. chenle is safe (although jisung is my #2, which just makes sense bc chenji is a package deal okay).

i'm 23 years old, and my pronouns are she/her. now that all this intro/boring stuff is out of the way, please keep reading for my updated masterlist ;)

p.s. if u are also a chenle stan, there are so many chenle fics here just for u

AY YO! MDNI >:(

text!au masterlist | smau masterlist

the hardest part (M)

You, Chenle, and Jay have been best friends since before you could even remember. After moving away to pursue your dreams, you don't talk to them as often as you should. One day, you get a call notifying you of Jay's passing. When you go back to your hometown, you find everything is different except for one person--Chenle.

Some Things Can't Be Taught (M)

In which you are failing college physics, and your childhood best friend offers up one of his friends as your tutor—except, there’s a little something he wants to learn from you in exchange.

Guilty As Sin? (M)

Chenle is everything you want--everything you need. Somehow, the thought of him manages to pull you back in even after you were free. Messy kisses, late night trysts, and him tracing the word 'mine' on your thigh--barely anything, so how could you possibly be guilty as sin? (based on Guilty As Sin? by Taylor Swift)

And Then It Was (M)

After your marriage with Chenle was arranged by your parents for a company merger, things with him aren't quite like you expect. In your life full of obligations, he's determined to finally give you the ability to make your own choices. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Cruel Summer (M)

He wants you. Everything to do with you--your heart, your body, all while keeping your friendship. What's a man to do during a 30-day hook up to get you to stay? (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

See My Sea (M)

You never expected your lab partner to be the captain of the basketball team...or a decent human being, but you get proved wrong twice. Despite a rocky past of your own, you find yourself falling for him faster than you thought. Maybe, with his help, you can finally find your way home and see your sea. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Like We Just Met (M)

Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever. (smut/fluff) *WC>10k

SOS (M)

Road trips with Chenle are your favorite thing. Late at night, the two of you stop at a hotel, but it's not everything it seems to be. You barely have time to settle before you get a call to evacuate immediately. Beneath red neon flashing lights, you and Chenle have to try and escape the group of people hunting you down. (suspense/thriller/smut)

this is me trying (M)

Meeting Chenle was a fluke--a good one, at that, but you never expected things to escalate the way they did. But despite the whirlwind romance, you'd go back to December if you had the chance... (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Is It Over Now? (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Your relationship with Chenle is nothing but fight after fight. Amidst the toxicity, infidelity comes into play--except you're determined to one up him...but is it ever truly over? (angst/smut) *WC>10k

Within the Piano Keys (M)

For as long as you could remember, Chenle has been your neighbor and childhood best friend. That is, until one day he disappears without a word…or so you thought, since your mother hid all the letters he sent you. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Paris (M)

Pure smut on a hotel room balcony in Paris! Woo. (smut)

Sunshine (M)

You're not usually able to wake up with Chenle due to his schedules, but on the days that you can, it's certainly worth it. (smut/fluff)

Quiet Down (M)

You and Chenle visit your parents, but he just can't help himself... (smut)

You're Not Sorry

You and Chenle broke up two weeks ago. The first time he calls you at 3am, you ignore it. Then he calls again. You answer, and you go to him knowing there's nothing he could do to fix what he's broken. (angst)

The Last Straw (M)

Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin). (smut/fluff/angst)

Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows (M)

After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops). (smut)

In Your Dreams (M)

What started as innocent phone sex hotline stuff (if that can ever really be innocent?), you get an offer you just can't refuse...you just have to be a little sleep deprived ;) (Chenle as Freddy Kruger Halloween thing lol)

Irrevocably (M) Series Masterlist

You were friends with benefits with Chenle until he got a girlfriend...fast forward months later, and now they've broken up--leaving Chenle to come back to you, very much in need of a distraction. (angst/smut/fluff)

Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do... (smut)

모래성 (ONE) (TWO) (THREE)

You and Mark have had a friends with benefits relationship for almost a year now. He's in love with you, addicted to you, but you don't feel the same. You're his poison. (smut/angst)

Late Nights (M)

Mark's busy schedule only gives him time to come over late at night, but it's safe to say neither of you are complaining by the time you fall asleep. (fluff/smut)

Empire State of Mind (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Life with Jisung is almost perfect. He loves you, and you love him. But when you run into your ex, Mark Lee, you realize the one thing you've been missing all along is him. (smut/angst)

Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one. (fluff/smut/angst)

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hanlimz · 11 months

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[midnight thoughts: sunghoon + heart eyes]

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader genre/warnings: fluff ! very cute very suitable 4 all audiences ! / not proofread, povs might be a bit confusing?? it's written in 2nd person/3rd person omniscient but also in hoon's pov kinda?? idk ,, i hope that's able to be understood lolol <///3, also LOVESICK HOON <////3 wc: 0.8k (i could've written more but i liked where this ended) a/n: this goes out to all my hoon stans (ESP my hoon biased moots bc ik there's a lot of u MWAH ILY PLS ENJOY this is my apology for never interacting) / i feel like this is a bit different from my normal writing style so i hope this little ramble-y mess suffices !! <3

park sunghoon is sharp; the slope of his nose is precise and pointed, his skin is even and supple while still resembling a cool block of ice, and the fiery soul of a phoenix reborn from its ashes is hidden away behind his frigid gaze. but, when he's with you—an uncharacteristic spell of heat courses through his veins; the blood under his cheeks seems to boil as they turn an embarrassing shade of vermillion, and the mystic bird is freed as you unlock the cage he has built around his heart. the way you hold him in your hands is gentle, the way you touch him is kind, and the way you kiss him makes him weak.

when he's with you, park sunghoon allows himself the chance to be soft. he melts like the chocolate sandwiched between two cozy graham crackers; his brain turns to mush, his thoughts are blurred at the edges, and his bones feel a bit too much like jello. sunghoon doesn't bother to uphold his "cool guy" reputation when you're around because he knows you prefer the real him—the one that stumbles over his words after seeing you in his clothes, the one that can't make it through watching the titanic without bawling, the one who still tries to cook for you despite almost cutting his thumb off with a mandoline slicer.

a fool, but yours nonetheless.

however, in spite of all this pure adoration sunghoon harbors for you, he still can't manage to will those eight, little letters from his plush lips. they feel too small as they sit and marinate in his mouth; he turns them over with his tongue, running the muscle along each syllable and tasting the overly saccharine residue they leave behind. they're not enough, he thinks, they never will be.

so, until he finds the right words, sunghoon settles for quiet moments like these. a wall of storms is rolling in from the coast; through the open window in the dorm's living room, the refreshing scent of impending rain spreads throughout the space. soft bouts of rumbling thunder become white noise that is almost enough to lull him to sleep, and the weight of your head in his lap evokes a certain peace that settles over every inch of his body. as sunghoon runs his fingers through your hair, he giggles to himself each time you snore on the inhale. there's a patch of drool seeping into the fabric of his joggers, but he can't bring himself to care; to sunghoon, you are perfect—in every sense of the word.

in the darkness, sunghoon's phone illuminates your napping figure; squinting, he sees that the boys have messaged the group chat, but truthfully, sunghoon is far more concerned that the vibrations might startle you out of your slumber. glancing down at you once more, he picks up the device to take a quick look at the messages.

[jake] twenty dollars that hoon's ogling y/n when we get back

[heeseung] do u even have to bet?

[jay] yeah i feel like it's kind of a given at this point

[sunoo] i just hope they're not on the couch .. i'm trying to cast the barbie movie to the tv ://

[jungwon] good luck......where Else would they be??

[niki] as long as they're not sucking face idc.....

[me] ok gross ... we r not Sucking Face u Child y/n's asleep on the couch, so don't be too loud when u get back

[jake] BOOOOO GET A ROOM !!!!!

[sunoo] UGHHH why can't u guys be a cute couple somewhere ELSE??

[heeseung] hoon's too in love ... Obviously

[me] stay jealous losers <3

with a small flick of his thumb, sunghoon switches his phone to do not disturb and places it face down on the arm of the sofa. as he gazes down at you, his eyes are filled with an immeasurable amount of appreciation and fondness and gratitude. he finds solace in the sight of the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest; your deep breaths are a melodious sonata accompanied only by the sound of rain pattering against the living room window. sunghoon feels his heart pounding in his chest, and he thinks it's a bit silly just how much of an effect you manage to have on him. he sits with his thoughts, staring at the wall before him; sunghoon ponders heeseung's text, and comes to the conclusion that the elder boy is right.

sunghoon is in love—with you, to be specific.

however, he decides that he's the perfect amount of in love with you.

slowly, the calloused pads of sunghoon's fingers graze over the planes of your face, traveling down to the exposed skin of your shoulder. gently, he traces countless, miscellaneous shapes into your flesh, hoping you can feel each and every one of the triangles and diamonds and hearts in your dreams. tenderly, he tugs the blanket that had slipped down to the taper of your waist back up to your clasped hands. quietly, sunghoon prays to the gods and asks for the courage to voice his emotions, despite knowing that there is no rush—there never is. not with you.

and after a moment, softly, sunghoon tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and murmurs, "i love you. more than you'll ever know, i love you."

#; — cass writes: hoon #enhanet #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon headcanons #sunghoon reactions #enhypen #enha fluff #enha headcanons #enha imagines #enha reactions #sunghoon imagines #enhypen x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x y/n

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acewritesfics · 5 months

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I Promised You Forever | Jay Halstead

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From anon

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: A little angst. A little fluff. Mentions of a shooting and surgeries.

Word Count: 945

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“Get to Med… Jay’s been shot.”

As she waits in the waiting room at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center, the sound of her sergeant’s words echoes in her ears. Her heart is racing, her knee is bouncing, her hands are trembling, and dried up tear streaks run down her face. She feels like she’s been sitting in the room for an eternity, waiting for any news about her husband’s condition. He was already in surgery by the time she got at the hospital, which was a little more than two hours ago.

“Y/N!” she hears her partner, Kim Burgess, call out as she approaches her. When the brunette reaches her, she embraces her tightly.

After Jay and Y/N revealed their relationship to Voight, the two women became partners. They’ve been like sisters since they went through the academy together, and they got even closer after Y/N and Hailey Upton were transferred to Intelligence after Erin Lindsey left.

“Has there been any news?”

“I haven’t heard anything; Will just went to see if he can get an update,” she says before breaking down again. “I can’t lose him, Kim,” she cries into the shoulder of her best friend. “I can’t do it without him. We just got married. I can’t be without him.”

“Jay’s strong; he’ll get through this,” Kim reassures her as she rubs her back and squeezes her even tighter; it crushes her heart to see her best friend and chosen sister like this.

“Did you get the person who shot him?” she says, pulling away from Kim and angrily wiping away the fresh set of tears that are falling. The anger in eyes and voice wasn’t intended for her partner, or Adam who had been with Jay at the time of the shooting, or the rest of their team but at the guy who fired the gun at her husband and shot him. She begged Hank to give her five minutes with the person when they apprehended him, but Hank ordered her to stay at the hospital because that’s where she needed to be the most and swore he wouldn’t go easy with the guy.

Kim replies, moving to sit in the chair next to the one she was in, “He’s in custody. Voight’s making his life a living hell, I’m sure of it.”

She sits back down next to her and asks, “How’s Ruz?”

“He’s blaming himself,” Kim replies. “He’ll be here when he’s cleaned himself up, and the others will be here after they’ve finished with the interrogation.”

She nods, letting Kim know she heard her.

Minutes pass as they sit in quiet, Kim holding her hand and reminding her that she is not alone. Will eventually returns and informs her that there haven’t been any updates just yet before he leaves once more to grab them all some coffee.

Just as Will comes back with Adam following behind him, the surgeon walks into the waiting room.

As he approaches, Y/N and Kim get to their feet. As the doctor begins to talk, Will moves to stand next to his sister-in-law. “Surgery went smoothly. We removed the bullet, stopped the bleeding, and repaired the damage the bullet caused. Jay will make a full recovery, but he will need to take it easy for some time.”

Y/N exhales with relief, “I’ll make sure he does. Can we see him?”

“Two at a time,” the doctor says with a nod.

“Adam and I will go update everyone,” Kim says to her and Will before exiting the waiting room with Adam.

The doctor leads Will and Y/N to the room where Jay has been moved. Jay opens his eyes and looks sleepily at his wife and brother as soon as they enter the room.

“Oh, baby,” Y/N breathes as she walks over to his bed and takes his hand in hers, looking at him with tenderness. “Please don’t put me through that again.”

“I can’t make any promises,” he says drowsily with a small smile. He raises her hand and kisses the back of it.

“How are you feeling?” Will asks as he stands beside Y/N.

Jay jokes with a slight smirk on his lips, “Like I was shot.

Y/N scowls at him, not in the mood for jokes right now, and says, "Don’t joke.”

“You love me, and you know it,” he gives her a small smile letting her know he’s teasing her.

“I need to get back to work, but I’ll stop by after my shift,” Will tells his brother, stopping Y/N from that is retaliating. “I’ll make sure to bring you some decent food.”

“Thank you, Will,” she says as he exits the room. Looking back at her husband, she sits on the edge of the hospital bed, clutching his hand on her lap. “I was so scared I would lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures her. “We still have a lot to do together.”

She leans down and gives him a soft kiss while whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies as he kisses her again. “Now, come lie down with me.”

“You’ve just gotten out of surgery. I don’t want to cause you more pain.”

“They’ve got me on the good stuff, honey, and after what I just went through, all I want to do is hold my wife and remind her that us Halstead’s aren’t easy to take down,” he says and pulls her close to him, moving them so she can lay down beside him.

With his arm across her shoulders and her head on his, he presses a kiss to her forehead and whispers, “I promised you forever. I’m keeping that promise.”

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rizzkisworld · 6 months

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Enhypen's Reaction to Seeing Their S/O on the Red Carpet

Pairing: bf! enha x gn! reader

Requested? Yes

Genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Warnings: mentions of dispatch, mentions of staring in Jungwon's

Authors Note: feedback is greatly appreciated btw :)

Heeseung

The man is in awe! He gets caught off guard immediately tbh. Has to pry his eyes of you cause dispatch could be watching from any angle. Expect lots of messages later telling you how phenomenal you looked bae.

Jay

Jay's highkey(stan them) a fashion icon. Similar to the &team version with Nicholas, Jay would analyze your outfit. Well don't I have good news for you, you broke Jay's fashion meter because your look is beyond gorgeous. Jay doesn't even really try to look away. He has accepted his fate your honer. Death by hot s/o 😔

Jake

This man's eyes go wide. Pretends like he saw a bug or something when his members ask(they ain't fooled tho.) Jake wants to hurry off the red carpet to text you so many compliments.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon looks at you once and makes sure to never look your way again. His face says "I'm just chilling here on the red carpet." But his mind is saying "OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG." Manz rushes to his phone the second they're off the red carpet to tell you how good you looked. Ice prince approves.

Sunoo

Sunoo can't hide his expression. You look mighty fine and he can't lie or deny. Dude is all smiles. He's literally 😁. Riki makes him snap out of it, but can we blame Sunoo? He's looking at his gorgeous s/o.

Jungwon

Jungwon has to stay in leader mode. Actually.... He failed to do that. Forgot he was an idol for a moment. Turned into a whole fanboy. He's just looking at you. Like staring. And then you look at him. And he's still looking at you. And you're still looking at him. And he's still looking at you. And you're still looking at him. And dispatch makes a post-

Ni-ki

The man is looking you up and down. He's not taking his eyes off of you. The only way to get him to stop staring is if y'all remove him. Which happens. Jungwon is legit dragging him away. And then your phone is blown up with so many messages from Riki. His messages are in all caps talking about how gorgeous you are and how much he loves you.

#enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen au #enhypen reactions #enha x reader #enha fluff #enha imagines #enha scenarios #enha au #enha reactions

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luvpjs7 · 27 days

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꒰ jay enhypen ꒱ ─ ❝ face card ❞

✯⇢or in which; jay casually tells you how he doesn't like him visual and can you ignore his statement? Hell no!! ◌༉‧

pairing : jay enhypen x fem! reader

genre : fluff, angst (if you squint)

warning : insecurity (jay is kinda insecure of his looks) , words of affirmation, acts of service, confrontation from reader to jay, not proofread , also English is not my first language, and also I didn't know how to end this honestly so maybe the ending is rushed

You came after attending enhypens concert in your respective hotel room and were finally able to be comfortable after hours of discomfort of the crowd but it was all worth it.

The feeling of happiness seeping throughout your body after the fresh shower you walk towards your bed and choose the most comfortable outfit to wear for the night feeling exhausted.

After a year of planning and then cancelling out the ideas of attending your boyfriends and his bandmates concert you were able to attend it since it was not so important the week of your college.

Being a medical student is harder than a person can think of.

— 3 consecutive knocks on the hotel door —

Opening the door as you expected there was your boyfriend standing with his baseball cap and mask on his face with some things in his hands.

Immediately hugging him after months of waiting for this moment. He walks a little with his still busy hands surrounding your waist and puts the paper bags on the nearest table.

"missed you so much you know" you said while helping him out with the bags finally leaving his hug. "I missed you more baby, you don't know how much my members were teasing me for 'being extra excited today'.

You both laugh at his statement clearly aware about how much he gets teased by his members. Soon enough talking about your concert experience and meeting engenes and hearing them gush about your boyfriend without them knowing about your relationship you both settle down on the bed to eat.

"you know people can still recognise you through the mask and stuff" you told him, "yeah, I know, fans of every artist are detective they can recognise from one single strand of hair" you both laugh at his true words.

"yeah but no I'm not talking about that rn" you said while sniffing a little as the broth was still got and streaming. "so?" "you know, your jawline, jongie sharper than my hostel dorms knife."

he let out a loud laugh while covering his eyes soon enough slightly choking in the process. "seong, god easy there you're gonna choke." soon you guys wrap up done with the delicious food and cuddling on the bed under covers while showing him all the things you have recorded.

"and here look at this clip you know engenes were waiting for him to say these lines because as soon as he said the lyrics people were screaming their lungs out"

you show him about one member also continuing, "oh also engenes were discussing about how the screen does no justice to your guys visual after the concert for over"

"really?" He questions, "yeah, there were few locals who came along with their friends they all were so ready to stan you guys as 7, somebody even said they think you guys are the best visual serving group."

you thought maybe he would laugh at that but looking at him you got worried as you noticed there were tears glistening in his eyes but he wasn't crying. "jongie, baby what happened?"

"no nothing happened I'm just happy you enjoyed the concert honey you know after one whole year of relationship I saw my girlfriend in the crowd."

"jongie i love you for that but you don't have to lie for the reason you know you can tell me, we have been through this baby."

soon enough not able to control his emotions his hugs your waist dragging himself and sinking his face in your stomach, he cries silent tears.

giving him his time to cry while patting his head and soothing him through your words, you ask him what's wrong.

"it's just I don't feel confident enough when it comes to my visuals compared to my members, I love my members a lot but I feel like maybe when it comes to visuals I don't fit the group. I don't know why but I'm going through these thoughts for some weeks i couldn't even tell this to anyone."

your heart broke hearing his words, you knew jay isn't very confident when it comes to his visual but it broke your heart when he said he has been getting such thoughts for some weeks now.

"jay, baby look at me please." Cupping his face in your hands while softly caressing his cheeks you said. He soon lifted his face from your stomach still lying down on your lap, his eyes glistening from tears, his cheeks having crimson shade dusted with soft pink, he looked so adorable so tiny and small at that moment.

"do you know what engene, what bluejays think about you? They think you're so handsome It doesn't matter if you fit the so-called visual line or not. They love you for who you are you know

They love how you care about your members, about your love for engenes, they love your personality, your way of thinking, they love how you comfort them through your words, they love how beautiful you laugh and smile is, they love it when you are shy or embarassed whole doing ageyo, they love how you always want to be a better guitarist for engenes, they love it when you try to be a better singer, they adore the way you love your closed one wheather it's your members, you family or even staff. They love when you smile your eyes look like an upside down moon. They love your acts of service for everyone. They love how kind you are. They love every detail about you. They are your engenes baby, they know how to accept your flaws and perfections. Those who don't know how to accept it aren't here for all of you then.

You know when I met you as an artist I had gained immense respect for you cause how much you have improved throughout the debut and your members told me about your selfishness.

When we got closer to each other, I started to adore everything about you. You are the man every one wants in any aspect of a relationship, your patience, your words of affirmation, your acts of service, your kindness, your behaviour is so hard to find in a man.

When we got together and completed 3 months, remember you surprised me with my favourite heels which I told you about 5 months ago, you still didn't forget the name of it. It matters baby, your every action shows how beautiful you are from inside to out.

And talking about your physical appearance, believe me jongie when I say this, but I wish you could see yourself from my eyes .

The way I adore you like no other man exists for me. Your eyes, your face, your beautiful smile, your little smirk everything is my favourite baby don't ever think you lack in visuals. I get it everyone has their own insecurities but we are together in this and we will fight it together. "

You both look at each other without sharing a word yet his eyes hold the sparkles in a way of thanking you. "I love you baby, you know you're the best person that happened in my life."

He smiles with his little dimple and pulls you in a kiss and soon separates from each other's lips. Without saying anything he sits on the bed and pulls you to his chest but you knew he doesn't want to speak about the topic now but as you said your in this together and will fight together.

After 2-3 minutes of silence he speaks up, "I need to wife you up you know" you both laugh at his joke but jay definitely knows this day he won't let you go ever.

"okay imagine a scenario— not again yn" he whines "shut up and listen, so imagine I went shopping and I try to pay from my card, it declines, soon I call you to help me, you enter the shop and stand near me and then the transaction is successful. Guess why?

"I don't know, maybe because I paid for it and also why will you use your card?" "No Dumbass and shut up, you ruined the moment, anyways guess why?"

"idk baby why?" He asked "FACE CARD baby your face card, you can always drag this sexy jawline on the scanner and then boom transaction is successful." "Yn~ that's so—" you laugh at his expression and soon both sleep peacefully since he has another concert :(

💌 — hii posting after month, but honestly I love this man so much and watching him saying bad things about his face in enha's videos makes me so upset I wish I could tell him these words. Tysm for reading notes are appreciated love you <3

#jay x reader #jongseong x reader #park jongseong x reader #enhypen x female reader #park jongseong #jay x female reader #jay x you #enhypen fluff #jay enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen texts #jongseong fluff #enhypen jongseong #jongseung enhypen #enhypen jay #jay imagines #jay ff #jay enha

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elysianeclipxe · 1 year

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a lonely bed is a cold bed | enhypen jay

warnings: talk about nightmares, scared reader, boyfriend!jay

genre/au: fluff, maybe a little angst

prompts: "the bed is cold without you" and "i'll see you in my dreams"

word count: 1.1k

summary: nightmares suck, so here comes a sleepy clingy jay to ease your mind

sidenote: happy belated birthday jay!!! i hope you all like reading this and keep loving this man. he deserves so much love and support since we stan respectful men like mr park jongseong. literally just a 10 outta 10, omg i love you. here's part 2 <33

It's one of those nights again where your thoughts are keeping you up right after being roused from another nightmare. Time and time again, it just seems to be happening more often these days. You're tired and just want some needed sleep but no matter how hard you try, those images continue to flash in your mind when you close your eyes. "Guess it's another sleepless night for me," you whisper, slowly slipping out of bed and placing a light kiss on Jay's head before heading downstairs.

You head straight for the fridge to get some milk for your milk and cookies. Classic. Maybe eating something light might help you lull yourself to sleep, if not, then you'll likely read a random book and let boredom hit you.

Man, Jay sure is lucky to be able to sleep. i could be screaming my lungs out and he'd think i was the alarm or something, AHHH I WANNA BE LIKE THAT TOO

"Stupid nightmares and your shitty scenarios that freak me out. Oh come on! Where are the cookies.. right, cupboards!" You pull one of the cupboards open and squint your eyes, hands searching for the cookies you so desperately needed at that moment. Your hand stops moving when the thought pops into your head, "I swear if Jay placed those cookies on the top shelf again, he's gotta stop doing this."

Doing the logical thing, you head over to turn the lights on and– "AHHHHHHHH!! JEEZ JAY!" Figure hunched over and hand over your heart you try to ease your heart after that jumpscare from your own boyfriend. "What in the world are you doing? Last I checked, you were sleeping soundly UPSTAIRS."

Jay, in his adorable sleepy state, walks over to wrap his arms around your waist and lean his head against yours. You return the hug and instantly feel his warmth slowly surrounding you. "Woke up and saw you weren't there. I couldn’t go back to sleep… the bed is cold without you. (yawns) Decided to just look for you." He mumbles into your hair, grabbing your hands to fiddle with your fingers. "Why'd you leave me?"

Your eyes soften at his words.. When it came to Jay, he was quite a quick sleeper, and a heavy one at that. Everyone who knows him knew that when it came to sleep he would not budge and would always take it seriously. Sleep over people was the case sometimes. But for some reason, that case never really applied to you. In fact, he often refused to sleep without you in his arms, he was such a cuddlebug. No con in that though.

"I didn't mean to, I just couldn't fall back to sleep. I'm sorry baby." You pout at him feeling a little bad that he woke up just because of that. But my gosh does your boyfriend look so cute in this half asleep state. Clothes filled with wrinkles, cheek squished against your head, and hair all over the place from moving too much whilst asleep. Would it be so bad to just take a quick picture of him to set as your wallpaper? Hmmm, choices… “I’ll be back in a bit, don't worry. You can go ahead.”

He shakes his head and tightens his hold on you. “Don’ wanna, I’ll wait for you instead.” You try to convince him but every idea is shot down with a shake of his head and a grumble of an annoyed “no”.

AHHHHHHHHHHH he’s so fricking adorable, what did I do to deserve him

Even though you knew he would much rather stay awake a whole day with you than sleep without you, it wouldn’t be healthy for him. So, you cave. A sigh leaves your lips, “fine, then let’s head back to bed you big baby.”

Jay’s head shoots up and he pulls away to look at you, “really?”

“Yes really. I already feel bad for waking you up, I’d rather not have you stay awake any longer because of me.” He grins at you and gently takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers with his. He seemed a lot more awake than earlier but you could tell he was still tired. That slow drag of his feet, a few more yawns, and the comfortable silence between you two.

Once both of you reach your bedroom he immediately gets under the blankets awaiting you to join him. But you just look at him with that hesitant look. So he opens his arms and smiles. It’s like he’s telling you to trust him and that you do. He wraps his arms around you once again and stares at you, “wanna talk about it?” Do you?

I want to, I really want to but I also don’t. It’s not worth thinking about again, I’m sorry

You shake your head and bury your head into his chest, mumbling a “sorry” to him. He chuckles and gently runs his fingers through your hair. “No need to apologise angel, if you don’t wanna talk about it then I’ll respect that.” And he meant that, you just know it.

“Don’ wanna go back to sleep Jay. What if I dream of it again? It’s all I’ve been dreaming about lately.” Jay can feel his heart break as you whimper and shake at the thought of that dream. He feels bad and frowns seeing you cuddle yourself closer to him. What you dreamt of must’ve really scared you.

So he tells you something to put you at ease. The only thing he could think of, although cringey. “I can’t promise that you won’t dream of it again. But if it does happen then I’ll.. I’ll magically appear in your dream and fight it off. I’ll protect you from whatever it is and keep you safe in my arms like how I’m doing right now. That I can promise.”

You slowly lift your head and stare at him before kissing him. You felt at ease from his words, like he lifted this heavy weight from your shoulders. Of course he knew how to help you, he always did. “Thank you, I mean it.” You whisper against his lips.

You can feel him grin. He tucks your head under his chin and places light kisses on the crown of your head. So full of love, this moment. Just the two of you in bed in the comfort of the other. So pure and it only makes you so grateful to have him as yours.

“Jay?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, angel. Sleep well, and I’ll see you in your dreams.”

Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated <33

#astrid writes🌸#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enha fluff #enha #enha x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen jay #park jongseong #jay x reader #park jay #jay imagines #jay fluff #park jongseong x reader #enhypen headcanons

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enzenwriting · 2 years

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adore you! - (completed)

♡ Summary: Debuting as BE:LIFT Lab’s next solo artist, you reunite with your best friend Jungwon in Enhypen! With the groups’ quick fondness towards you, a certain member is sure he adores you extra with brotherly and senior care! But what if Jay finds that this doting is unlike his feeling towards his younger members because he definitely does not want to kiss Yang Jungwon like he does to you?!

Pairing: Enhypen Jay (Park Jongseong) x idol fem!reader (feat. enhypen+ other idols)

Tags: stranger to lovers, friends to lover, kinda slowburn, jealousy, idols!, lots of fluff letchugoooo!!!

Warning: probably alot of cursing, dry humour, alot of typo and no proof read writing.

Status: COMPLETED

upload schedule : —-

Author's note/AN; hello it’s me again:) I’m just trying to move on from attention please😭 so here’s another enhypen smau😭 also NOT because jay is climbing up my bias list in manifesto era

00 - Jay’s schedule / YN’s strawberry

01 - Fan acc

02 - debutnation (real)

03 - moot

04 - could be her

05 -tiktok domination

06 - hybe’s baby

07 - 𝔦 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲

08 - hybe’s gym ghost (written! 2.8k words)

09 - ice cream thieves

10 - y/nstan first win

11 - sherlock gnomes

11.5 - riki stop growing

12 - I did this to myself

13 - vlive special!

14 - titanic stans

15 - bangbang@gmail dot com

16 - tea connoisseur

17 - kdrama moment (written! 0.9k words)

18 - büzzfeed cake (written! 1.6k words)

19 - he’s a 1 but

19.5 - Pokémon trainer Hee

20 - what goes on in hybe building

21 - after week club! special guest

21.5 - ice cream line

21.6 - there’s more?

22 - #YN #SHREK

23 - foot long subway

23.5 - two for a dollar

23.6 - Yang Jungwon knows something (written! 0.5k words)

24 - manifesto your man

25 - shade of yellow

26 - special MC!

27 - bisco I choose you!

28 - no comment

29 - idiot sandwich

30 - bachelorette here we come

31 - smooch your homie

32 - that one fan account (derogatory)

32.5 - down with the park!

33 - beetrayal and souper sad

34 - my mission here is done

35 - run cat boy run! pt1 (written! 3k words)

- run cat boy run! pt2 (written! 0.9k words)

35.5 - twitter discourse

36 - next phase

37 - dis-pocketchz vlive

38 - manifesting era is not over (written! 1.3k words)

39 - that’s the real dispatch

39.5 - big brain

40 - epilogue! Adore you!

40.5 - what’s after like? (6month after!)

40.6 - more than like

Behind the scene:

1 loose screw / Sunflower for 2 / 3 things?!

req: unseen shots

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction! Any idols (and activity) written and mentioned in this story/AU is not to be associated with the real idols. All images used in this AU are not mine! All images are accessed through the internet (google, pinterest, instagram, twitter and tumblr!)

#enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen imagines #enhypen smau #enhypen fluff #enhypen social media au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen park jongseong #park jongseong #enhypen jongseong #enhypen jay oneshot #enhypen jay #enhypen jay scenarios #enhypen jay park

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forjongseong · 2 years

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carmesí // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: fluff & smut // warning: older reader, Jay calls reader "Boss", office environment, hyung-line makes an appearance, Isa and Yoon (from STAYC) are BFFs with reader, profanity, making out, shower sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, semi-public sex // wc: ~10.5k -- I KNOW, THIS IS AN ACHIEVEMENT

summary: you're the CEO of your family's company and you cruise your working days with the lovely help of your personal assistant, Park Jay.

next chapters:

click here for the masterlist

author’s note: if this is your first time at forjongseong, welcome! carmesí was supposed to be a one shot, but I kept continuing it and writing more parts because a. I wanted to, and b. people wanted more! so if you're not into series, you can stop reading at the end of this part (it will give you a nice open ending), but if you do want to read more, you have more parts waiting. it's a win for all!

OKAY LISTEN. LISTEN!!! I have seen writers receive asks and requests about CEO!Jay, and I shall raise you one: SECRETARY!JAY -- now I did do some googling to see which term is more correct, is it secretary or personal assistant? I found that personal assistant would be a better choice but he still does secretarial work so just know that in this fic the two terms are used interchangeably, don't stress about it.

also, I really decided to make this fic THIS LONG because the lovely @sunghoonalter once said that my fics are way too short. I accepted the challenge wholeheartedly. thank you for bringing that to my attention, Raven!

this is ALSO the first fic I wrote in YOUR P.O.V. I've never done this before and it turns out I could? expect more.

and yes, I already did post mareado a couple hours earlier, but you can never have too much Jay fics in one day, can you?

to my new readers and new followers, welcome! first time to forjongseong? feel free to explore my masterlist. though if you are a minor, please respectfully get out of this blog because my work contains smut.

to my fellow Jay stans (or others who don't bias him but are wrecked by him) this is for you! I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I wrote it from 12.30pm to 11pm in one day. I'm not lying, @jaylaxies is the witness.

I titled this one carmesí because it means crimson or deep red, the color of the reader's lipstick that she uses for work. It is also the title of a song by Vicente García. Part of the lyrics say:

Life that has come

to fill my soul with color

today I navigate by your beauty marks

and within your crimson lips

Ugh. Let's just imagine Jay singing that, shall we?

CHEERS! Stay safe and healthy, everyone.

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A silver S-Class Mercedes-Benz pulls up in front of a tall building. The door opens and a young man dressed neatly in a grey suit steps out. He buttons up his blazer and this mere action caught the attention of all the ladies, and some men, who were passing by. He then turned to face the door and extended his hand.

Your fingers gently hold Jay’s hand as he helps you step out of the car. He was about to grab your briefcase when you raised one hand, letting him know that it was fine. You started walking without waiting for him and he quickly followed behind you once he closed the door and the car drove off.

Inside the building, the staff were letting each other know through their radios. People who were about to enter the building slowed down, and the people inside who were walking out halted their steps. You walk in smiling and nodding slightly, acknowledging everyone who paused for you.

“Good morning, Miss L/N,” greeted the security as he stood by the door.

“Morning, Bobby, how’s the wife?” you answered, walking slowly and waiting for his answer.

“She’s great, Miss! Thank you,” Bobby’s eyes disappeared as he put on the widest smile, happy that someone noticed him for the first time that morning.

Jay sprinted towards the elevator and quickly pressed the button. An elevator opened right at the end of the corridor and Jay entered first, holding it open for you. The other people waiting for the elevator also held back, letting you ride it alone with your assistant.

“You have a private meeting in an hour, an online conference right after lunch, and around 4pm you have a visit from the tech company,” Jay said as the elevator door closed, looking at his iPad and standing right next to you. “What do you want for lunch?”

“Steak is fine,” you answer, looking at your reflection and fixing your glasses in place. “But choose a new restaurant.”

“I know a good place,” Jay smiled, jotting down notes on his pad. “Oh, the suit you asked me to press is in your office. I left it there last night after picking it up.”

You nodded and the elevator dings. You then noticed that Jay pressed two different levels before you came in.

“This is me, I have to check something at accounting. See you, Boss,” Jay stepped out, running a hand through his hair to make sure it’s still styled the way he wanted it to look.

“Mmhm,” you shifted your weight and waited as the elevator door closed, finally taking you to your floor.

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Jay had been working for you for almost three years. Your previous secretary quit her job because she got married to a foreigner, and you didn’t want to cause drama in her life by making her stay. Luckily, she had a list of friends that she gave to you and out of all the applicants, you ended up picking Jay.

At first, you doubt how hiring a male assistant would help you work better. You’ve seen how men at work behave, and how their planning skills are close to poor. You were proven right, though, because the first two months Jay started working, you had to handle the chaos he caused and almost flipped out. The good thing is after some serious talking, Jay didn’t take too long to improve himself. Now, it’s safe to say that you can’t go to work without him.

By this point, you’ve been to every meeting, every conference, and every work-related event with Jay. He knew your schedule, your preference, and things that tick you off. It was like being with a very capable AI who was also easy on the eyes.

Tonight you had to attend the opening of a bar owned by one of your best friends who was also a successful musician and multi-millionaire. You dread going to bars, though. Restaurants, you can handle, but there was just something about bars and the people in it that turns you off. Maybe because it was where you met your ex for the first time.

“Boss,” Jay called, making his way through the crowd and walking over to you, standing at a table with one drink in your hand. “Sorry, it’s so hard to find you here and you weren’t answering my calls.”

You took your phone from your purse and saw that you had three missed calls. “Oh right,” you said, putting your phone back. “It was on mute. Sorry.”

Jay waved his hand, signaling that it doesn’t matter. “Some kind of bar, huh?” He looked around as he took his place standing behind you.

“My friend told me he’d show up at 8 but now it’s almost 9 and I’m tired but I don’t wanna leave until I meet him,” you said, leaning in to Jay because the DJ just decided to crank up the volume.

“Well, to kill time, why don’t you go around? Maybe you��ll meet someone,” Jay said nonchalantly, sipping his drink that you presumed to be whisky.

You squinted your eyes towards Jay, judging him, and when he was done drinking he laughed.

“I’m kidding, I know you don’t like people,” he set his glass on the table and leaned in, making him appear shorter than you.

“People don’t like me,” you claimed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That’s bullshit,” Jay snorted. Clearly, your relationship was a close one for him to comfortably say whatever he wants, given the appropriate surroundings. “People at work love you.”

“Because they work for me.”

“No, because you’re a great boss and you care about them.”

You stopped playing with the glass in your hands to look at Jay. Jay just looked back at you with a questioning look.

“Is this your way of asking for a raise?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed and genuinely curious.

Jay chuckled and stood up straight. “I’m serious. Why would you think people don’t like you?”

You clicked your tongue and tilted your head. “You know how I haven’t been dating anyone for the past five years?”

“That’s an exaggeration, you broke up with your ex two years ago,” Jay said, matter-of-factly.

“True, but,” you sighed and slightly stretched your neck, putting one hand behind it to lightly give yourself a massage. “Since then, the guys who want to sleep with me only do it for one night so they can brag about it like I’m some sort of trophy. Meanwhile, the guys looking for a relationship get intimidated once they find out what I do. So I just decided to--”

“—Be single?” Jay attempted to finish your sentence.

You nodded. “That, and masturbate.”

The lights in the bar was dim, but you could have sworn you saw Jay’s cheek start to flush. He avoided eye contact and shifted his gaze to the center of the room. That’s when he found an excuse to shut the topic down.

“Isn’t that your friend?” he asked, tilting his chin towards the person in question.

“Noona!”

You set your glass on the table and let Jay stay there as you walked forward, ready to greet your friend with an embrace.

“Taehyung,” you squealed as you hugged him. “Finally you showed up.”

Taehyung grinned as he moved you side-to-side like childhood best friends reunited after the summer break. “Glad you came and I’m sorry for the wait.”

“You know, when you say jazz club, I was expecting a little less EDM music and more class. And more warm lighting,” you squinted as you looked around, speaking in a volume higher than before because now the crowd was also getting noisier.

“This is just the opening party, Noona,” Taehyung said as he put an arm around you, squeezed your shoulder and put one hand out, reaching into the air. “Once it’s officially open, there will be warm lights, a full band that plays live music, and the class you always look for. Come back next time?”

You nodded. “Of course. Now if you’ll excuse me, this is a Wednesday night and I do have work.”

“Always the workaholic,” Taehyung sighed. “Well, at least you’re not an alcoholic.”

You chuckled and lightly punched his shoulder. “Whatever. I’m out. I don’t want to stay around much longer and bump into my ex.”

“Ugh, we do not want that,” Taehyung shook his head dramatically. “Especially when you’ve got someone new. Who’s the handsome man?” Taehyung looked over at Jay, who was looking somewhere else until he felt eyes on him. Jay noticed Taehyung and politely nodded as a greeting while Taehyung raised his glass to him.

“That’s Jay, and before you get any ideas, he’s my personal assistant.”

“A very handsome personal assistant.”

“Knock it off,” you shouted, this time punching Taehyung’s shoulder a little harder. He winced and then nodded, waving you goodbye as you walked away.

---

The idea of seeing Jay as someone else other than your assistant is something that was not new. Ever since your friends witnessed Jay coming down to a coffee shop one day just to bring you your phone that you left in the office, they would not shut up about it. As much as they knew how you seem to have had enough of relationships, they were well aware of how lonely you felt some days.

And for some reason, when you were feeling lonely, Jay was the only person you dared to call.

“You need me to run an errand?” asked Jay right after you opened the door to your apartment, letting him in. “I came here with a bike, I might need to borrow your car if what you need is pretty far.”

It wasn’t Jay’s first time at your place. He has let himself in countless times because you trusted him enough. Sometimes it was to just drop off laundry, groceries, or to pick up stuff that you left before work. But when you were home, he would always wait for you to unlock the door for him, even when he knew the passcode by heart.

“No, I just need company,” you said as you walked to your desk that faced the floor-to-ceiling window, giving you a great view of the night lights. “Make yourself busy in the kitchen, grab a snack or whatever. I just need the noise.”

This was an unusual request for Jay. For a second he just stood there confused, like a Sim waiting for an action. You noticed that he wasn’t making any sound, so once seated at your desk you turned your head around.

“Jay?”

Jay frowned. “You want me to just… be here?”

You started typing, looking at your computer. “Yeah.”

“You know if you want noise you can just turn on the TV right? Or search for white noises on YouTube?” he asked again, still unable to process this task.

“No, I need the actual presence of a human being,” you stated calmly, staring at your screen and fixing the glasses on your nose.

“Should I do the work for you instead? Whatever it is you’re staring at,” Jay started moving towards your desk.

You raised a hand and Jay stopped in his tracks. “It’s fine, just make yourself at home.”

“Okay, Boss,” Jay sighed, turning around and walking back to the kitchen. He really did take your sentence to heart because he then started checking the cabinets and found that you have an astonishing stash of different ramens and different brands of tea. He also noticed how your cooking ware were mostly in sets, all in the same shade of ivory. At first, he fixed himself a glass of water and just sat by the counter, his back towards yours as he scrolled his social media on his phone.

It must have been hours since Jay started browsing TikTok because he felt his stomach rumble. He looked towards you and found you still in the same place, with the same position, typing away on your keyboard. Your computer screen is now emitting a yellow light, and Jay figured you must have a bluelight filter that is set to turn on at a certain hour.

Without disturbing you, he made himself busy by carefully taking out a ceramic pot and grabbing two packs of ramen from one of your cabinets. While he waited for the water to boil, he took out the tea that he brewed earlier, pouring it into a glass and putting several ice cubes in it. Once everything was all set—a bowl of ramen for you and his share still in the pot, and two glasses of iced tea—he walked over to you and gently tapped you on the shoulder.

You flinched, thinking it was some sort of bug that made its way to you, but then you heard Jay chuckle lightly and apologizing.

“Sorry, Boss,” Jay said looking at you. “I made you ramen. Hope you didn’t mind that I rummaged through all your kitchen closets.”

You squinted to check the time on your computer screen. It was 45 minutes past midnight.

“Damn, that’s late,” you stood up and stretched your legs. Jay observed you for a second before leading you to the kitchen.

He pointed towards your bowl and you sat by the counter, dangling your legs down the bar stool. Jay stood across you, leaning in to just eat his portion from the pot. You carefully blew on your noodles before eating it, and once you did, you almost cried. From how hot it is and from how thoughtful your assistant was.

Jay saw you tearing up and gently pushed the glass of ice tea in front of you. “Take it easy.”

You waved your hand dismissing him. Once you chewed everything thoroughly and took a sip of the tea, you sniffed, swallowing back the tears.

“Thank you,” you said, not remembering when was the last time somebody had cared for you this way.

Jay looked worried when he saw you sniffling and still teary-eyed. “Boss, you’re welcome, but please don’t choke on the noodles.”

You grabbed a tissue and snorted into it, making him laugh with noodles in his mouth.

“Careful, now you’re the one gagging,” you said, taking another bite of the noodles.

---

It had been a long day at work and now you’re in your office, going over some reports while you sip a drink, standing by the window. Your heels are by the coffee table, discarded as soon as you entered the room.

You heard a knock on the door and answered without looking. “Come in.”

Jay peeked inside before coming in, holding his iPad on one hand and a paper bag in the other. “Hey, Boss, I just wanted to remind you about the big meeting we have tomorrow. It’s expected to start at 8, so maybe I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Pick me up?” You looked up from the file you were reading. “You’re aware I have a driver, right?”

“Yes, and Mr. Lee is a great driver,” Jay straightened his posture and tried hiding the bag he was holding. “I thought you wanted to go through the notes to prepare for the meeting.”

You then looked at Jay and noticed that he was just standing there by the door, seemingly not wanting to move.

“Good thinking,” you said. You put down the file on the coffee table and started walking towards him. “What’s that you got there?”

Jay finally brought out the paper bag and you immediately saw the flashy Chanel logo on it. You tilted your head, about to question him but he spoke up first.

“I notice that most of the time you wear really high stilettos. They look great and of course they complete your look, but it looks painful. I know it’s not your birthday or anything but I just went and got you these.”

He extended his arm to give you the bag and you accepted it. You sat down on the sofa and placed the bag on the coffee table, taking the shoe box out of it. Jay waited patiently as he stood in front of you, his face trying to analyze what sort of feeling you were going to convey through your eyes.

When you opened the box, you found a pair of classic Chanel slingbacks—shoes that look formal enough with the block heels yet comfortable for anyone to walk around in. You sighed and looked at Jay, who immediately started to worry.

“What? You don’t like it? It’s fine, I can still return it. Maybe you can come to the store to pick something out when--”

“I love them. Thank you.”

Your words immediately shut him up and he exhaled, a clear sign of relief.

“Remind me how much I pay you for you to afford buying Chanel for other people?” You carefully picked one shoe up, not looking at Jay.

“Oh,” Jay put a hand behind his neck. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that, Boss.”

You tried the shoes on and they fit perfectly. You walked a couple steps forward before crossing your arms in front of you. “How do you know my size?”

“You ask me to take your shoes to repair and the spa a lot, Boss,” Jay answered without missing a beat, keeping his cool.

You mouthed an understanding “ah”, your eyes widening and nodding, and Jay smiled and nodded with you.

“If that’s all, I’m just gonna excuse myself. I have dinner with my parents?” Jay ended his sentence with a questioning tone, not sure if you remembered that he mentioned it this morning.

“Yeah, go, don’t be late,” you took the shoes off and placed them in the box again. “Say hi to your parents for me.”

“I will. See you tomorrow,” Jay smiled and took a couple of steps backwards before turning around and walking out the door.

---

You woke up at 6 AM the next morning and took less than an hour to get ready. Your outfit was laid out the night before, and you decided to go all black because your assistant suggested it. Jay arrived exactly at 7 and you did not make him and your driver wait. You were already at the lobby of your apartment five minutes early, so when you saw your Mercedes pull up, you immediately walked over to the car.

“Morning, Boss,” Jay said cheerfully, holding a cup of hot latte. “For you.”

You were still adjusting your seat so it took a while for you to receive the drink Jay was holding. “Thanks.”

You told your driver to drive slowly as you wanted to prepare thoroughly for the meeting. With his iPad, Jay went through every file that he prepared for you to run through, making sure there were no mistakes and everything was stated clearly.

When you arrived at the office, it was the usual ritual all around. People stopping to let you through, greeting the staff, and riding the elevator up to your floor with just Jay. You had 15 minutes left to prepare, and Jay was with you every second.

It was time for the meeting, and you made sure that everyone was present before you entered. You didn’t want to seem too eager or desperate. You listened to the other people presenting, all of which were men and much older than you. When it came to your turn, you stood up. However, one of the men made a remark that caused you to freeze.

“Oh, I thought the son was going to give the presentation, representing L/N Tech.”

What followed then was now a blur to you. You thought misogynistic comments were behind you. You thought nothing could get you, especially after all you’ve been through to finally get your father hand over the company to you. You thought you were bulletproof.

There was a long pause and you thought that it was over. You looked to the edge of the room, where the plentiful arrangement of snacks was located, and you saw Jay looking right into your eyes. He didn’t say anything, but somehow his eyes spoke. You cleared your throat and smiled, tugging at the edge of your blazer.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim. My brother is quite preoccupied with his completely different field of work. I will tell him you said hi.”

After that, your presentation went smoothly. Everyone in the room, except for that one old man, was happy with the results of the meeting. It was another successful deal for you and your company.

Knowing that you would have been stressed out from the meeting, Jay had your schedule afterwards completely cleared out—he booked a spa session at your favorite place for you to get away for a couple of hours before coming back to the office. You decided to go for a simple manicure and pedicure session, the package being a complete treat from getting your nails cleaned and shaped to having your arms and legs scrubbed. You had a smile on your face as you walked out the salon.

Back in your office, however, as you scanned through the documents laid out on your large desk, you started to think about the meeting again. Your brain was at a relaxed state, and for some reason it made it easier for you to feel your anxiety. You heard a knock on the door and knowing that it was Jay, you didn’t say anything.

“Boss?” Jay walked in, his hands in his pockets. “I got a call and they said the suit you cleaned is ready to pick up. Do you want me to bring it here or to your place?”

You turned around, revealing the tears running down your face. You were trying not to sob, but it was hard since your lips were already trembling. It seemed that you had been crying for a while, and seeing this, Jay panicked and closed the door behind him.

“What happened?” He asked, carefully making his way towards you.

“The meeting,” you said in between sobs. “The meeting happened.”

“Well, yes,” Jay looked around and decided to go to the mini bar on the corner of your office. He took a glass and filled it with cold water before bringing it back to you. “But I thought it went well?”

You thought that Jay had known everything there is about you, but you realized that the one thing you kept to yourself was your family. Since the image of you being a strong woman is now tainted by your own tears, you decided to bare yourself to him.

“My brother,” you started, after taking a sip of water, “was supposed to run this company. Of course, after he came out, my father was furious. My brother decided to leave the country, leave our family, and he is now happily married to his husband. In some European country. I don’t know exactly where.”

You made your way to the window and glanced at the traffic below. The sun was setting and it was the perfect view to be sad.

“I’ve always wanted to work here. My brother didn’t. He taught everything there was for me to learn, and when the time finally came, he left.”

Jay kept his distance and stood there quietly, not taking his eyes off of you. He was careful not to cut you off in the middle of your ramble, but he wanted you to know that he was there.

“Can you believe that, if my brother was straight, I wouldn’t be here right now?”

Jay scoffed as he took a couple of steps towards you. “Hell no. You were meant to be here.”

“I’m just saying,” you sighed, playing with the glass in your hand. “What if.”

“What if?” Jay questioned, asking you to elaborate.

“What if my brother stayed? What if he wasn’t gay? Would my dad even consider leaving this to me? Or did he just do that because he didn’t have any other heir left?”

Jay shook his head. “You’re good at what you do and that’s what is important. Stop discounting your achievements. You shouldn’t do that.”

You set your glass near a shelf beside you. “It’s easy for you to say since you’re a man--”

Jay decided that he had had enough of your self-deprecation so he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss. You froze, and Jay took the hint.

“I’m sorry,” he said, clearing his throat and touching his lips. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Do that again,” you said, your voice barely audible.

“What?”

“Kiss me again.”

He looked into your eyes, searching for confirmation. When you didn’t say anything, he lunged into you, placing a firm hand behind your neck and another set on your waist. You brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as he fought his way around your mouth, kissing you feverishly. When he abruptly pulled away, you were stunned. Your face was flushed and your eyes followed his movements as he made your way to the door and locking it. You stood at the same place and waited for him to return, embracing you as you throw your arms over his shoulder, letting him pull you closer to his body as he kissed your lips again.

“Jay,” you said in between breaths. “Jay, wait.”

He ended the kiss with a smack on your lips, and you see his chin tainted with your lipstick, crimson red. He looked into your eyes, questioning.

“This does not seem appropriate,” you whispered, eyes already traveling down his lips.

“You asked me to kiss you,” he said, leaning in for a peck, and you moaned.

“Is this gonna end in a lawsuit?” you asked, your fingers now caressing his jawline.

He chuckled and you could feel the vibration through your body.

“What, you think I’m gonna sue you?”

“What if you end up hating me someday and report this as harassment?” Your eyes were now meeting his, showing a hint of worry and a dark gaze that might have been lust mixed with hope.

“Boss.”

“See if you call me that, it does feel weird.”

Jay chuckled and let you go. You took a deep breath to collect yourself, brushing your hair back.

“Alright, Y/N,” Jay cleared his throat. You blush at the sound of him calling your name. “We’ll sort this out maybe later, when you’re not drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” you protested.

“I could taste the alcohol in your mouth.”

“So you knew I’m drunk and you kissed me? Should I be suing you?” Now you’re confused. Your puzzled face just made Jay laugh even harder.

“Boss, you asked me to kiss you, and I did. I just overdid it, maybe. I’m sorry.”

You figured that he was right. Maybe you did need to think this clearly, later when your mind wasn’t clouded. Jay was already making his way across the room to leave.

“Don’t be.”

“What’s that?”

“I said don’t be sorry,” you spoke louder. “You made me feel better and I thank you for that.”

Jay’s faint smile turned into a wide grin. “See you Monday, Boss?”

You nodded. “Oh, wait. Jay!”

Jay was already holding the door handle when you rushed over to him, grabbing a tissue on your way. You carefully cleaned the crimson lipstick stains around his mouth as he tried not to laugh.

“Thanks, Boss,” he cheekily smiled and leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. Before you could even protest, he was gone, and you were left with your cheeks blushing and your heart beating even faster than before.

---

“You kissed your boss?!?!”

The sound of Jake’s unusually high voice made Heeseung and Sunghoon turn their heads. Jay thought it was fine to tell just his roommate, but it turned out that the whole house heard about it. Heeseung, who was busy with a game actually took the time to pause it. Sunghoon took his cup of ramen with him to the living room to join the gossip.

“Alright,” said Heeseung, fiddling with his headphones. “Tell the story again, from the top.”

Jake sat there on the sofa still with his mouth agape while Sunghoon joined beside him. Jay was standing, and Heeseung just freely sat on the floor, facing him.

“So you’ve liked her for a while?” Heeseung asked after Jay finished retelling the whole thing.

“I thought she was old,” Sunghoon said, eating the last bite of his snack.

“Isn’t she like ten years older or something?” Jake asked, now intrigued and no longer shocked.

“Yes, no, and no. She’s definitely older but not ten years, okay,” Jay groaned and put his palm over his face. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“What do you want to do?” Heeseung inquired. His tone making his question sound more like a riddle.

“You want to sleep with her, don’t you?” Sunghoon now has his focus fully on the conversation. Jake slapped him in the arm.

Jay shrugged, looking unsure. “I mean I never saw her that way. I’ve always admired her. You guys know how long I’ve worked under her.”

Jake started giggling and then Heeseung shot a death glare at him.

“Sorry,” Jake squeaked. “Work under her,” he mumbled again. This time Sunghoon was also giggling.

“Anyways,” Jay tried not to let his two friends get to him. “She’s a great boss, she takes care of her staff really well. They both respect and fear her, and I didn’t even think that was possible. Do you know that when she walks into the room she has the power to silence everyone without saying anything? When I first joined the company I really thought she’d be like Miranda Priestly, and she was, but like the kinder version.”

“Who’s Miranda Priestly?” asked Sunghoon.

“The character Meryl Streep played in The Devil Wears Prada,” Heeseung answered without missing a beat.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “And how do you know that?”

“It’s a great movie, okay, shut up,” Heeseung waved his hand, dismissing Jake. “Jay made me watch it while you two were on a road trip.”

“Can we get back to my thing please?” Jay almost shouted, frustrated at how the conversation was getting out of hand.

Heeseung shushed the other two boys and turned his attention to Jay. “What do you need, my man?”

“Ugh, I just don’t want to offend her in any way,” Jay sighed, looking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to jeopardize my position as her assistant either.”

“When you kissed her, did she kiss you back?” asked Sunghoon.

“Yeah, was it sort of like a one-sided type of thing? Coz if it was I would quit if I were you, I can’t take that embarrassment,” Jake rambled and ended it with a puff to get his hair out of his vision.

Jay nodded. “I made a move just to make her stop talking, initially. But then she asked me to kiss her again.”

Jake’s eyes widened as he exchanged glances with Heeseung and Sunghoon.

“Tongue?” Heeseung asked. Sunghoon and Jake were looking at Jay excitedly.

“Tongue, teeth, you name it. It was a full-blown make out session, her red lipstick was all over my mouth. We only stopped because she felt it was inappropriate.”

Jake smiled really widely. “Mate,” he said, throwing a hand over Jay’s shoulder. “If she asks, reciprocates, and then hesitates, you’re pretty much in.”

Jay looked at Sunghoon and Heeseung, unsure if he should trust the words of his roommate. Sunghoon shrugged while Heeseung smiled, nodding.

“Ayyy! You’re finally getting some!” Jake squeezed Jay’s shoulder, pulling him in for a side hug before raising his hand for a high five, which Jay reluctantly accepts, an awkward smile forming on his mouth.

---

You were in a video call with your two best friends through a website that lets you watch YouTube videos together. The link that you posted on the web has sat there for two hours, long forgotten since you started telling your girls about Jay.

“Unnie, no way,” said Yoon, busy removing her makeup as she talked to the camera. “Isn’t he like, twelve?”

Isa cackled on the other side of the call. Being located in three different cities, monthly video calls were the only way your trio could keep each other updated with their lives.

“Stop it. Jay is twenty something,” you said, looking out the window, wondering why you forgot his exact birthday.

“Okay, but like, you kissed him back?” Isa asked, her face was now propped on her two hands, listening intently.

“At first, no,” you answered, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. “But then I asked him to do it again.”

Yoon gasped and Isa widened her eyes. “You dirty, dirty bitch,” Yoon said dramatically while Isa was gasping for air, laughing.

“I mean if you do like him, go for it,” Isa said, trying to be the wise one of the group. “But if you’re just looking to have fun, better do it with some other guy who is not your assistant.”

“Do you like him, Unnie?” Yoon asked, her eyes wide in anticipation.

You leaned back on your chair and stared blankly at your computer screen. Although you were trying to think hard for an answer, your two friends were already smiling at each other, seemingly more aware of your feelings than yourself.

---

A week has gone by in an instant. Surprisingly, both you and Jay cruised through the days professionally, keeping conversations at the office solely about work. You also didn’t have that many errands to do that involved him stopping by your place. That Friday night, you were home alone early and you happened to think about that one time Jay kept you company by making midnight snacks for you.

You stretched your arms to the side and suddenly feel a knot between your neck and right shoulder. You winced and tried to massage the pain away, but it was useless. Walking to your first aid kit, you tried looking for heat patches, remembering that you used to stock some. You didn’t have any and you were too lazy to go out. Of course the first thing you thought of was to get Jay to run an errand for you.

He replied to your text in seconds and said that he was on his way there five minutes later. You told him to just let himself in if he didn’t hear you answer. He was taking longer than usual, so you decided to take a hot shower while waiting for him, also thinking that the heat might help with the strain on your neck.

“Boss?” You heard a muffled voice coming out of the living room.

“In here!” You shouted. You left the bathroom door halfway open on purpose, to hear if he arrived. You were still in the middle of showering, though, and you were contemplating if you should grab a towel and get out, or invite him in.

Jay knocked on the bathroom door, causing it to sway open. He heard you in the shower, the curtains covering you completely. You popped your head out, peeking through, water dripping down your hair and face.

“Can you just set the heat patches by the sink?” You asked, blinking and squinting your eyes.

He did as you told him to and then turned to look at you, already disappearing behind the shower curtain.

“What do you need it for?” He asked, raising his voice to beat the sound of water.

“I sprained my neck from stretching too hard,” you answered. “At least I think that’s what happened.”

“Oh, I can help you with that,” Jay said with confidence. “I learned how to give a massage. Like professionally.”

You chuckled. “Okay, Master Masseur. Wait outside.”

“No, I think the hot water will help,” Jay said and you immediately stopped washing the suds off of your body.

“What?” you asked, questioning if you heard him right.

He reached out a hand and grabbed the edge of the shower curtain.

“May I?” he asked. You knew he couldn’t see you nod so you pulled the curtain to the side, revealing yourself in front of him.

You faced him, one arm covering your chest. He kept his eyes on you, and his gaze was something that felt comforting.

“Turn around,” he said, and you did. He was standing outside the bathtub, careful not to get any water on him, and you were in the bathtub and under the shower, with the curtains completely pulled to the side. Nothing was covering you now, and in an instant you felt insecure as you turned around facing the wall.

Jay was fighting himself not to look down at your ass, so he fixed his gaze on your neck and gently put both hands on you. “Which part hurts?”

“Just down here to the right,” you made an effort to point at the spot with your left hand. “Here.”

Jay pressed a thumb right down your neck and you almost winced. “A little to the right.”

He moved his thumb and placed his left hand on your neck. “Here?”

Maybe it was the way he pressed his fingers into your shoulder, maybe it was the heat, or maybe because you were just horny, you let out an audible moan. Jay’s breath almost hitched and as he tried to stay calm, he continued massaging your shoulder.

“It’ll hurt a bit but try to hold it in, okay?”

You nodded and Jay pressed harder. You thought your pain tolerance was high, but then again you were never in a position where you were horny and in pain at the same time. Jay continued to massage you until he could feel the knot disappearing, but as you became more and more relaxed, Jay became more and more restless. The moans you let out weren’t helping.

“Better?” he asked as you decided to turn around.

You shook your head. Jay widened his eyes wondering where he went wrong. You simply took his hand in yours and guided it downwards where you were aching with need. When you made him touch your dripping cunt, you moaned and he gasped at the same time.

“Join me?” you purred, your eyelids half-shut, drunk from the feeling of his touch against your skin.

He pulled his hand away in an instant to tug his t-shirt off. In a rush, he took of his belt and pulled his jeans and boxer down in one go. You almost chuckle at his eagerness, and as he stepped in the tub to join you, you welcomed him with an embrace. You kissed him first, initiating to do a dance of tongues. He pulled you in closer to him by your waist, and you could feel him harden between you.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered in your ear, his hands busy roaming all over your body. He was now drenched under the shower like you, and his wet hair made him look godly, you thought.

You pressed yourself to him, tightening the embrace as you nodded. He then carefully made you turn around and face the wall, his one arm placed securely around your neck. Your hand traveled down to your clit as you waited for him to adjust his position. He lined up his cock at your entrance, the tip already red and dripping with precum. He slid in the tip and you moaned from the contact, throwing your head back and leaning on his shoulder. He kept you steady as he pushed in as gentle as possible before finally bottoming out. You were already standing for so long, so your legs were about to give out.

“You okay?” he whispered again, this time kissing your cheek. You whimpered a weak ‘yes’ and you were instantly rewarded with pleasure. The way he thrusted in and out of you was blissful and heavenly, and you never remembered sex being so good. You placed both of your hands on the wall, trying to feel more friction by pushing your ass against his hips, following the rhythm of his thrusts.

Jay’s hand was now on your hip, guiding you while his cock slides in and out of you with ease. His other hand reached out to grab your breasts, massaging them and giving them equal attention. The sensation was too much for you to handle, and you reached to grab his hand on your chest.

“Jay,” you panted, “I’m c-close…”

He gave your boob a squeeze before continuing with the rhythm, not going too fast or too slow. He felt your walls clenching around him and you came moaning his name, chanting it like it was your favorite spell. Not long after, he pulled out and spilled his seed all over your ass, watching as it drops down and gets washed away by the water.

Your legs were trembling and you almost fell down if it weren’t for his arms holding you up. He helped you out of the shower and covered you with a towel, sitting you down on the toilet while he covers himself with a spare towel he found nearby.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jay asked, worried as he saw your cheeks flushed and your skin an unusual red shade. He was kneeling down in front of you, his hand caressing your cheek. You reassured him that it was just the heat from the shower, and only then he seemed to relax.

Jay took the time to care for you. He helped you dry your hair in front of your vanity, still with a towel wrapped around his waist while you were already in your pajamas. He insisted on you letting him take care of your hair so your hands were free to do your skincare. You talked about absolutely everything else aside from work, and you felt warm knowing that the two of you shared a couple of similar interests.

Suddenly you felt a wash of fatigue and claimed that you’re heading to bed, and you asked Jay to sleep next to you.

“I didn’t really come here bringing pajamas,” he said, looking down his waist.

You uncovered the blankets and signaled him to jump in. “Wear the towel, take it off, use my joggers, I don’t care.”

Jay chuckled and accepted your invitation, crawling in the bed, covering himself with the blanket and then from underneath, taking off the towel and chucking it on the ottoman near your vanity.

“Well, this seems unfair,” Jay whispered as he made himself comfortable in your bed.

You looked over at him and found him staring at you, and you just let out a soft laugh, covering your eyes with your hand. You decided to undress until you’re left with just your panties, and when you were done making a fuss under the covers, Jay pulled you in, making you face him as he gently runs his hand down your waist, stroking you.

“What do we do about this?” you asked in a whisper, careful not to disturb the serenity of the night.

“About what?” Jay already had his eyes closed, although his hands were busy caressing you.

“This relationship,” you said as you reached to touch his face. “Is it okay? For us to be like this?”

“Of course it is,” Jay answered with a hundred per cent certainty. “What’s making you doubtful?”

“Well,” your voice was still as soft as possible. “As my personal assistant, fucking me isn’t really part of your job description.”

Jay snorted and chuckled lightly. “Need I remind you that everything I do, I do with your consent? Y/N, you literally invited me to shower with you. What was I supposed to do? Say no? I can’t say no to my boss.”

You playfully slapped Jay on the cheek and he let out a soft “ow.”

“Did I make you feel good today?” He asked. You were still blushing from the way he called you by your name, and now you had to answer this question.

“You made me feel amazing, Jay.”

Jay nodded, feeling cocky. “Good. So don’t you worry about anything else. I’m still your PA. I’m still gonna work for you. Nothing is going to be awkward.”

When he didn’t hear you respond, he opened his eyes.

“Y/N?”

You smiled, looking into his eyes. “I like it when you say my name.”

Jay was now grinning and closing his eyes. “Yeah? Should I stop calling you boss?”

“Only in bed,” you say, playing with the hair behind his ears. “Only when you’re in me, and when you’re about to cum.”

“Fuck,” Jay muttered, propping himself up with his arm and hovering over you, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled under his touch and let him devour you in the gentlest way possible.

“What happens if I get hard again?” he asked, breathless as his lips finally left your skin after leaving marks down your neck and shoulders.

“We fuck again,” you said, palming his cock and letting him rest his weight on top of you, his lips meeting yours.

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Jay was a man of his words. When he said nothing was going to be awkward, he really meant it. The following weeks went on like the usual, him taking care of your every needs as your personal assistant at work. At home, he would help you distress by cooking your favorite meal, watching your favorite show with you, or fucking you senseless.

There were times when work could get heavy, and tonight was one of those days. You were on a deadline, and you had to go through documents and do a recap before attending an important meeting. Your eyes were getting tired from staring at your computer screen for so long. Just as you picked up the landline to call the front desk, Jay came in while knocking on your door.

“Boss,” he said, a lollipop in his mouth. “Recap?”

You pointed at the documents laid out on your coffee table and he made his way to it. He stood in front of the table, glancing over the documents for a while before he noticed you taking off your glasses and massaging the bridge of your nose.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded and opened your eyes, putting your glasses back on. “I would ask someone else to do this but only I have the access to the files on my computer.”

“Wanna switch?” he asked, pointing to the documents right in front of him. You cursed yourself for not thinking of that, and you immediately stood up from your seat, walking over to the table. Jay walked to your desk, raising a hand to give you a high five while he walked past you, and you gave it to him with a chuckle.

The two of you then started getting busy. Your hair was up in a messy bun, your glasses perched firmly on your nose as you went through each document with a red pen in your hand. In a couple of hours, you were almost done, so you looked over to your desk.

Jay’s blazer was haphazardly thrown on the edge of your desk, mixed up with other stationery and décor. His lollipop was long gone, and he had his shirt unbuttoned to his chest, both of his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You didn’t notice when he took off his blazer and got comfortable, you must have been way too preoccupied to notice any movement. He looked so focused staring at your computer screen, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips almost pursing.

“Is there a reason why you’re just staring at me right now?” He asked after glancing over at you.

You just stood there, arms crossed, admiring the view. Eventually, Jay got uncomfortable by the silent stare, so he looked at you again.

“Boss?”

“Sorry, you just look so fuckable right now,” you muttered, sighing as you finished the sentence.

Jay’s eyes widened in surprise for a second before he laughed wholeheartedly. His hand was in a fist, covering his mouth, careful not to cackle too hard for the whole office to hear.

“What? That wasn’t a joke,” you pouted, turning your attention back to the pile of documents on the table.

“Appreciate the compliment, Boss, but if you want to get this done quick you’re gonna have to let me focus,” Jay pulled his sleeves higher and started typing again.

You placed the red pen above your mouth, pursing your lips to balance it. “Ah!” you exclaimed, letting the pen fall to the table. “I know how to make you work faster.”

“Hmm?” Jay turned his head to face you before his eyes followed. “How?”

“I’ll suck you off and you don’t get to cum until you finish reviewing the documents.”

You said that with so much confidence that Jay almost choked on air. He looked at you with an expression of disbelief and wonder, and you just looked back at him expecting an answer.

“Boss,” he said, his voice already shaky. “That seems risky.”

You picked up the pen and closed it before walking over to your desk. “No one comes into my office except you.”

“Well, true,” Jay clicked a couple of things on the computer before turning to face you. “But are you sure?”

You pulled the silk hair tie from your head and let your hair fall down. Jay gulped at the sight of you tying your hair back up in a tighter ponytail.

“If it gets too hard to focus,” you pulled on your ponytail gently. “Tug on this.”

The breath that left Jay’s mouth was shaky, and you took notice of it. Smiling, you finally arrived at his side.

“Ready?” you asked politely with a smile.

Jay pushed the chair back for you to crawl under. You were lucky your desk was huge, and there was ample room underneath for even two adults to play hide and seek there, if they wanted to. It was also covered so nobody from in front of the desk could see what’s going on under. It was one of the reasons why you took off your stilettos and just worked barefoot, which Jay later on noticed.

“Wait,” Jay suddenly tensed up when he felt both your hands on his thighs. “Cameras?”

You shook your head. “I control them. I’ve turned them off a couple of days ago because the footage was taking up too much space and it’s enough having cameras outside my office.”

Jay licked his lips. His eyes met yours and you gave him a comforting smile.

“Can we start?” you asked him in the exact same tone you give whenever you were in meetings. He was never going to hear those words the same way again. Looking up through your lashes, you waited for him to give you the signal.

He nodded once and started typing, and you slowly but surely started unbuckling his belt. When your fingers grazed his crotch, you can hear the typing stop and you smiled to yourself. Jay didn’t even help you pull his pants down, so focused on getting the work done so he can focus when you start sucking him off.

You manage to free his cock and started running your fingers down its shaft. You hear Jay hiss as he squinted his eyes, looking at the computer screen.

“Oh, look, you’re already hard,” you mumbled. Jay took a quick glance at you. “This wouldn’t take long.”

After playing with the tip and noticing that Jay was composed, you tugged on his cock gently, making the tip meet your lips. Jay groaned and took a second to breathe before he continued typing. You started kissing his tip, gentle butterfly kisses as you continued massaging his shaft with both your hands. You then ran your tongue from the bottom of his shaft up to the tip, and you can basically feel Jay shudder from the action.

He was good at keeping his cool, he always was. You didn’t mind the sound of the typing he continued to make, knowing that that was indeed the goal. But when you finally put his cock in your mouth, that’s when he started to lose it. From clicking on the mouse too hard to reaching and grabbing used paper and crumpling it up, you were proud to see the effect you had on him. You started making slurping noises as you continued to suck him off, eliciting low groans and soft moans from his pretty lips.

There was one loud knock on the door and you immediately stopped everything. Taking Jay’s cock out of your mouth, you stayed put as you heard the door open.

“Ah, Mr. Lee,” Jay said, brushing his hair back and trying not to look too fucked out. “Can I help you?”

“Sorry, I just wanted to ask if Miss L/N is leaving soon? If not I just have a short errand to run, and I can come back,” Mr. Lee stood by the door, ready to walk out but his eyes were scanning the room.

“Right,” Jay glanced down and saw you staring at him, anticipating what kind of excuse he could come up with. Jay then looked at the bathroom door on the other side of the room. “She’s in the bathroom right now, and I’m helping her get some work done. When she’s out I’ll let you know. No need to come up all the way here,” Jay said with a smile, reassuringly.

You were proud of how composed he was so you decided to give him a challenge. Smirking, you squeezed his balls and Jay immediately whimpered, letting out a weird noise that made it sound like he was in pain.

“Park?” Mr. Lee, who was already halfway out the door moved back inside to check on Jay. All the other staff in the office called Jay by his last name, and hearing Mr. Lee call him, he laughed it off and waved his hand.

“It’s fine, I just got cramps from sitting too long,” Jay pretended to wince in pain. You were holding in laughter.

“Oh, I get that all the time. Lucky you’re not a driver,” Mr. Lee responded, waving goodbye as he closed the door shut behind him.

After making sure Mr. Lee was out, Jay glanced at you and hissed.

“That wasn’t funny!” His face was still colored in panic. “You almost risked it all.”

“You did well,” you said with a smile. “Maybe work on the fake pain expression next time?”

“Shut up, you’re not the boss of me,” Jay blurted out. He then realized his words. “Wait, technically you are.”

“Indeed I am,” you said before putting Jay’s cock back in your mouth. He took a deep breath and started typing way faster than before, and you tried your best to keep up with his speed. You were sucking his tip, running your fingers down his shaft and playing with his balls with your other free hand. Jay was sweating at this point from trying to hold everything in.

“I’m almost done,” he said under his breath.

“You want to cum?” you asked after letting go of his cock, a pop sound following.

“I mean the work,” he looked at you. “It’s almost finished.”

“Alright,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I can finish you off--”

“Hold that thought.”

Jay pushed the chair backwards and, covering his cock, staggered all the way to your door, locking it shut. You crawled out of your desk and looked at him, confused. He walked back to your chair, holding his pants up until he arrived, pushed his pants all the way down to his ankles and sat down there with all his glory.

Your brain wasn’t fast enough to comprehend what was going on so Jay just told you what to do.

“Finish the work,” he said. “And then maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“That wasn’t the deal,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

Jay glanced down to the pants you were wearing and moved forward with the chair, reaching out to undress you.

“Jay!”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We can get the work done and we can both cum.”

Normally you weren’t that easy to convince, but Jay just sitting on your boss chair with his dick out didn’t really help you strengthen your reason to refuse. You clicked your tongue as you hastily unbutton your shirt and then your pants, searching the different drawers in your desk. Jay kept himself occupied by stroking his dick, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing.

“Found it,” you said, pulling out a condom from one of the drawers. “Wait, is this expired?” You squinted your eyes at the packaging and Jay almost burst out laughing.

“Uhm, excuse me, hard dick waiting here??” He snapped his fingers to get your attention. You smirked and quickly unwrapped the condom and kneeled to put it on him.

In an instant, Jay helped you pull your pants down and made you face the front, your ass facing him. He made you lean forward until you can reach the keyboard, making sure that you were able to type and click even while you were bent over. He pulled your panties to the side before rubbing his finger on your clit.

He then ducked and leaned into your cunt, licking a stripe along your bottom lips. You flinched and bit your lip, not letting yourself moan so he wouldn’t get too cocky. By this point he knew you inside out, he knew you were already wet the moment you landed your tongue on his dick, but the kitten lick he just did was just precaution. And maybe, to tease.

He then stood up to align himself properly behind you. Your eyebrows furrow as you looked at the document in front of you, adding notes to it and highlighting certain parts. When he pushed inside of you, you whimpered, your hand frozen on top of the keyboard.

“Keep typing,” Jay said as he started pumping his cock in and out of you. “You’re almost done.”

He was right. You were this close to being done, but it was getting really hard to type while getting rammed from behind. You bit your lip as you took each thrust, trying not to lose focus. You finally finished and clicked save on the document.

Seeing this, Jay grabbed you by the hip and sat down on your chair, his cock not leaving your walls, bringing you to sit on top of him. He took your shirt off of you and immediately brought both his hands to your breasts.

“Bounce,” he said, right in your ear. You didn’t really have a choice.

You started bouncing on his cock as he continued massaging your breasts, all while leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck and to your shoulders. The pleasure you felt was unlike any other session you’ve had with him before, and you didn’t know if it was because you were fucking right in your office or because this felt like a reward for a hard day’s work.

He pulled you closer, making your back press against his chest as he nipped your earlobe. You moaned and threw your head back, hearing him chuckle in your ear.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Jay breathed. “That’s it. Ride me.”

“Jay,” you moaned. “J-Jay… Oh, God.”

You couldn’t find the words to say when you felt your high wash over you without a warning. You winced when Jay didn’t stop thrusting in you even when you already stopped moving.

“Jay, please,” you whimpered, tears forming in your eyes from overstimulation.

He caressed your face and kissed your cheek. “Just a little bit more, Y/N.”

With three more strokes, Jay finally came. You leaned forward to your desk, your arms propping you up as Jay carefully slipped out of you and disposed the used condom. He slid your panties back to place, squeezing your ass and kissing it playfully. You chuckled and elbowed him in the chest.

Once you’ve gathered your thoughts and dressed up, with the help of Jay, of course, you stood there staring at him quizzically.

“Did I really just take orders from you?” you asked.

Jay grinned. “It’s a nice change, isn’t it?”

You shrugged, acting nonchalant. You turned your heel, about to walk back to the coffee table to tidy up all the documents you proofread, but Jay got ahold of your wrist, twirled you around and caught you in his embrace.

He leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss, not letting you go until you tapped on his chest. “What now?” you asked when he pulled away.

“As much as I love what just happened,” he said, touching his nose to yours. “I miss kissing your lips when we’re fucking.”

You chuckled and brushed his hair back, noticing that he had beads of sweat on his forehead. “You’re so sappy, you know that?”

He kissed you again. “I can’t help it. I’ve got a sexy boss.”

Jay sent you off with a smack on your ass and you made a mental note to return it sometime later. He went to double check the work on your computer before shutting it down. He grabbed his blazer that somehow ended up on the floor, probably tossed aside when you were frantically searching for a condom.

You managed to gather all the documents and store them neatly on the shelf behind the desk, ready to be taken before the meeting. You stepped back and sighed, staring at the shelf for a while.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jay sneaked up behind you, following the way you were looking at the shelf.

“Imagine how much work we can get done faster if we keep doing this.”

Jay licked his lips and moved to stand in front of you, leaning on the shelf. “It doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Do you want to make this a thing?”

You nodded, smiling. You never felt so sure about anything before. You liked having Jay around, and whether or not you were both going to take the relationship further, you decided to just bask in the glory of the present. Jay seemed like he shared the same idea.

“Although I do need to get a new box of condoms,” you said, looking at the drawer you opened before. “I don’t know how old that sad condom was.”

Jay laughed as he stood up and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in for a hug.

“Let me run that errand for you,” he said as he looked into your eyes. “Boss.”

You smiled and leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder. You inhaled his scent, freezing the moment in your memory, thanking your past self for putting up with this clumsy turned dreamy personal assistant of yours.

-END-

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CRUSH

(Lunch club) Jschlatt x reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, gets spicy, Schlatt cuz why not? Possessive!Jschlatt

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read! Keep my comment section aggression free!

Tag: @youngcreatorlady @goldenstarofthunderclan

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"Stop staring." Ted whispered, as he knocked his shoulder against Schlatt's.

"I can't help it, man. Y/n's so pretty."

"She's also like my little sister, so..." Ted got really close to his ear. "Watch out."

He then quickened his pace, making it up to Y/n and throwing his arm around her. Schlatt clenched his jaw, he hated seeing other men around her. She was part of the misfits so she's constantly surrounded by men, ever since the lunch club started the colab with the misfits, he's had this feeling, this need to be close to her. And now here he was watching and Ted, Y/n, and Travis all had their arms wrapped around each other and giggling like school girls.

Y/n stopped to look at a monkey, while the group walked further ahead to look at a different animal, leaving Y/n alone.

Schlatt took this opportunity to walk up, placing his hands on her hips. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Boo."

Y/n giggled, turning around and expecting to see Travis or Ted, but to her surprise it was Schlatt.

"Hey."

"Hey, I just wanted to come grab you before we all walk too far away, and you get lost."

"Johnny, there's maps all over the place. I'm not gonna get lost."

Schlatt smirked at the nickname, he tilted her chin up so she was looking straight at him.

"Did you just call me Johnny?"

"S-sorry, Schlatt." She whispered.

"No no no, it's okay. I like the way you say it. It's cute."

"We should probably get back to everyone else"

He shook his head, stepping closer so her back was right against the fence that was in front of the glass enclosure.

"They can wait, sweetheart."

"Schlatt...what are you doing?"

"You have no idea how long I've waited for us to be alone, you're not like the other girls. You're modest, sweet, you're not afraid to be yourself."

He leaned closer to where Y/n could feel his breath on her neck.

"So beautiful."

"Hey, Guys." Swaggers voice said. "Everyone is way ahead of you, is this monkey really that interesting?"

Schlatt slowly straightened back up, keeping eye contact with Y/n. Swagger could feel that she was scared, so he took her hand and led her back to the group.

"There you are!" Fitz called. "We were afraid that monkey seduce you over to his side!"

"Never!" Y/n called back.

Later into the day, the zoo was closing. Y/n was looking at some birds when Swagger came over, and leaned against the fence next to her.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?"

"You and Schlatt. He looked like he was about to kiss you, and you looked fuckin terrified."

"I wasn't terrified, I just wasn't expecting him to come on so strongly."

"Well Fitz and I have been keeping our eyes on him this whole trip, he has been watching you. So when we saw that the two of you weren't with us I got scared. That guy stans you, watch out."

"Is he really that bad? Sounds to me like he's a little obsessed. There's nothing wrong with that, it's not like he's trying to hurt me."

Swagger nodded, standing straight and readjusting his sweatshirt.

"Listen, Y/n. You're my best friend, if he does happen to do something out of line, we're going back home and I'm locking you away until he goes back to the US."

Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a hug. Swagger returned it, rubbing her back for extra comfort.

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When they made it back to the house, Y/n was in the laundry room, she was waiting for the load to be done so she could put it in the dryer, when the door suddenly closed. Y/n looked up to see Schlatt, his arms were crossed over his chest and his back was against the door.

"Jay, what are you doin?" She asked, trying to sound calm.

"I didn't like how you were looking at me."

"When?"

"At the zoo." Schlatt started to slowly stalk towards her. "You looked scared, are you afraid I'm gonna hurt you?"

"N-no."

"There it is again, that same fear in your eyes."

He leaned against the washer, slamming his hand down against the door when she attempted to open it.

"Don't ignore me, Y/n." He whispered. "I don't want you to be afraid of me."

Schlatt took her by her shoulders, pressing her back against the wall and trapping her there. She gripped his arms, the tension really setting in.

"I want you so bad, Y/n." He leaned in planting gentle kisses against her neck. "So fuckin bad."

His hands came down to her hips, so she was pressed against his groin. She could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

"J-"

"Shh." He whispered. "It's okay."

Schlatt pressed his lips to hers, Y/n kissed back looping her fingers in his belt and attempted to pull him closer.

Schlatt spun her around so she was facing the wall, his hand dipped down between her legs, his fingers worked magic as he rubbed her clit through her panties.

"Fuck- Schlatt." She whimpered.

He was about to praise her when there was a knock on the door, it startled the two and they ripped themselves away from each other. Y/n straightened her dress, and opened the washer door, pulling out her laundry and began shoving it in the dryer.

Schlatt planted a kiss on her shoulder, before opening the door, he pushed passed Ted and Swagger and went upstairs.

"You okay?" Eric asked.

Y/n looked over at him and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Ted looked over at the stairs then back at her.

"Did he do something to you?"

"No, we were just talking."

Both men nodded, giving her a suspicious look and walking back to the living room.

Y/n started the dryer and was about to leave when her phone binged. She took it out and looked at her notifications, it was a message from Schlatt.

Schlatt: Why don't you come upstairs, kitten?

Y/n: On my way 😉

THE END ❤️

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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What Is Probably the Worst Pep Talk Ever

Request: hi! could i request for a scenario with jay park where his girlf teases him and denies him of skinship (doesn’t hug back or give him kisses) i love the way u write sm, thank u if u choose to write it. also while ure at it im curious whether ur username is inspired by him.

To answer your question, my username is actually inspired by Jay B from Got7! Got7 was actually one of the first groups I stanned :)

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Fluff (Warning: 18+ for language and steamy commentary)

"Are you nervous?" you asked, stepping into the elevator.

"Nervous?" Jay chuckled. "Not even once in my life."

"Am I misremembering?" you hummed, tapping your chin. "Or didn't you say you were nervous the day you asked if we could be exclusive?"

"Well, I mean," he cringed.

"And what about the time when we had first started dating and you said I made you nervous?" you continued.

"You must have dreamed it," he said, fighting the corners of his mouth from turning upward. "Jay Park is never nervous."

"Says the man talking about himself in third person," you laughed. "You still haven't pressed the elevator button by the way."

"Shit," he muttered, stepping forward and furrowing his eyebrows. "What floor did I say we needed to be on again?"

"11 maybe?" you tried. "Maybe if you weren't so nervous, you'd remember."

Shooting you a glare over his shoulder, he stabbed at the appropriate button, and stepped back to stand beside you.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you tucked yourself into Jay's side. He was easily the most self-assured person to ever suffer from self-esteem issues. While the two traits sounded like they shouldn't intermingle, they somehow did. He liked to play at being cocky and keep his image intact, but you were the one who saw him lose sleep over some of his daily decisions. It had become one of your sole missions in life to make sure that he knew a healthy amount of worry was okay. He didn't have to conquer the world every time he stepped foot out of his door.

"Who all is supposed to be at this thing?" you sighed, adjusting your outfit.

"A lot of industry people," Jay grumbled. "A lot of people I need to impress."

"Is it a need or a want?" you asked, looking at him from your periphery. Judging by the little wrinkle in between his brows, you weren't sure if he was even listening. "Jay?"

Shaking off his trance, he turned to you with wide eyes. "Yeah?"

"You didn't hear me, did you?" you grinned.

As you spoke, the elevator finally stopped at your desired floor and started to slide open. Wrapping his fingers around yours, Jay took a deep breath. You could immediately feel the sweat coating his palms.

"I say this with love," you whispered as you moved forward into the hallway. "Please, please, wipe your hands on your jeans."

"Y/N," he hissed. Taking his hand from yours, he wiped helplessly at his thighs. "My palms don't sweat."

"Then they're crying."

Taking another deep breath through his nose, Jay placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned in. "Have I ever told you that you are the cutest, most fucking impossible person I have ever met?"

Spinning away from him, you grinned. "Have I ever told you that when you're worried about something, you clench your jaw? It's kind of hot but can't be great for your teeth."

"For the love of God," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Could you please just support me here?"

"Why?" you asked, fake confusion coating your features. "Are you nervous?"

If looks could kill, you would be dead on the floor. Finally conceding, you reached forward to weave your fingers through his. "Baby, being nervous isn't a bad thing. It just means that something important is happening."

"Fine!" he gasped. "You caught me! Jay Park is actually stressed the fuck out!"

"Third person-"

"Y/N," he deadpanned.

"Okay, okay," you cooed, patting him carefully on the chest. "What has you stressed out?"

Glancing over his shoulder and toward the sounds of the party you were supposed to attend, he looked back at you. "Do we really have to do this right now?"

"No one is going to hear you admitting your weaknesses," you chuckled. "Just tell me what's going on in your head."

"Okay, for one, I don't have weaknesses, so let's establish that right here and fucking now."

"Of course, baby."

He rolled his eyes and began to pout. "I just...don't want to look stupid."

"You know you're the best at what you do," you nodded in what you hoped was encouragement. "Even if you do make yourself look stupid, you always save it somehow."

"But these people, Y/N," he clucked, shaking his head. "They're next level. Investors I need, executives that could have a lot to say about my next moves-"

"And so what?" you asked. "You may not be the tallest in the room, or the most well-spoken, but-"

"Ay! Ay! Ay!" he grunted. "You are shit at pep talks, you know that?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, which in turn made him give you a reluctant smile. "You have you're short-"

"Watch it."

"Shortcomings," you asserted. "But everyone does. You overcome yours every time."

"Yeah, I do, don't I?"

"You do," you smiled. "I know you're your own biggest fan and I'm likely the second biggest. Let me step into that number one spot and have your back tonight."

"Pfft, unnecessary," he chuckled. "Even if I'm struggling, I still got me."

"Of course!" you huffed. "So silly of me to even suggest otherwise!"

Pulling you into him, Jay wrapped his arms around your waist, and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Look at you with that big, sexy brain. Making all of the sense in the world."

"More like stroking your ego in the precisely correct locations," you laughed, scrubbing your fingers across the back of his scalp.

"You can stroke me in other ways tonight," he whispered, biting playfully at your ear.

Moving to face you, he leaned forward to attempt a kiss. Naturally, you turned away. His lips met your cheek, causing him to groan.

Laughing, you turned toward him again, and pulled him in by the shoulders. Smiling up until the moment your lips met, you allowed yourself to get caught up in the man that drove you crazy. In true Jay fashion, he slid his hand down to give a tight squeeze to your butt, causing you to squeak in alarm.

"I think I'm ready now," he hummed. "You?"

"I've been ready," you said quietly. "I was just waiting for you to be too."

#jay park #park jaebeom #aomg #jay park fic #jay park drabble #jay park scenario #jay park oneshot #jay park x reader #jay park aomg #h1ghrmusic

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Hii! I’m a new descendants stan and Thomas Doherty simp here, do you have any fic recs?

hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! welcome to the fandom~ its lowkey dead lol, of course-i rec my fics as i am the top Harry Hook bitch 'round these parts~ i have a whole master list available to read-but the other fic recs i have~ (be warned i mostly read x readers or huma fics)

my fav fics of mine are Regained passion(ballarina/chads sister reader!), the poyw series(our world reader gets sent to descendants and falls in love with Harry)(which has several rewrites and revises, but i suggest reading 2.0 and rewrite the most), and cant stop this feeling(mermaid!chubby! reader)-which is a smut fic so...yeah :D

Chasing the ocean by @findmeontheisle is amazing-i do not believe its completed yet(its very very slow updates but so worth the wait) but its such a good read-its an Harry Hook x reader(of course)

ANY of @disneyfan50's fics!!!!(which are hosted on quotev) like-they're so good-so good, she does justice to Ben's character and even Mal's character in certain fics(even if it's making her worse igbh), most of her fics are OC fics or have an OC in the fics that it mainly follows-aka Lia~ my queen~ the best of these oc fics being True defender and Rewrite the stars~ she ships Lia and Ben and its so cute-i love them so much

@humaforever has a buncha good Huma fics, like *mwah* chefs kiss

@eloras-headcanons is a fellow Harry bitch and has some AMAZING fics to read that have Harry as the main character(we love to put him through so much trauma and angst, like-frfr) my favorite of their fics is Labour of love! which is a chef/baker harry fic that bonds with ms.potts during his time at auradon prep and includes a madness curse~!(they are having writing block for descendants/harry so-slow updates~ but very worth reading)

isle of De vil is a good fic! its a d1/d2 carlos got left behind on the isle fic where he joins the pirates and gets feels for Harry n Uma, its very good-10/10

the line between is a sea three go to Auradon in d1 instead fic! its actually where i first read about the madness curse and just-yoinked it for myself lololololol, its very good, good amount of fluff, angst, yerning, Ben being adnorable, and Gil being a good boi-Huma fic with a side of Ben wanting to date the pirates, its incomplete but so good.

am i good, am i bad, help me figure out who i am? is SUCH a good fic-its complete and a reverse au of D1 that includes the D2 babes-where Ben, Jane, Doug, Lonnie and Aziz(a character from the books) go to the isle instead of the c4 going to Auradon, it includes Bal(cute bal) huma, Lonnie/Jay/carlos, Azis/Jonas, ad Gil/Jane(WHICH IS SO CUTE I CANT), plrently of angst and isle chaos-Lonnie and Aziz join the pirates and Jane is such a brave blue bird in it i love her sm

theres really alot of good fics on a03, thats a good place to look-dont forget to reblog and leave some love for the fics you read on here, and comment and kudos on a03~!

#harry hook descendants #disney descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook

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lonelywhalien22 · 1 year

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pretty lies - part two

pairing: vernon x reader

rating/genre: enemies to lovers, slow burn, ANGSTY fluff, band au

summary: supporting your friend mingyu becomes way more than you ever could have bargained for when you become involved with one of his bandmates

warnings: cussing, vernon has issues in this story but please remember this is a work of fiction, mingyu stans don’t hate me but mingyu and reader are just friends

word count: 2.2k

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Next Tuesday rolled around and you pulled up in front of Mingyu’s apartment again. You opted to just wait in the car, sending him a quick text to let him know you were there. He came out with just one black bag this time.

“Need any help?” you asked, hoping he would say no. Since finding out that the guy from the party was not only your friend’s bandmate, but was also living with him, the commitment you’d made to Mingyu seemed like a disaster waiting to happen.

“Nah, most of the setup is left over at Jay’s place.”

“Great,” you said a little too eagerly before pulling out of the driveway and heading to the house, Mingyu once again guiding you along the way.

“So. How has it been living with Vernon?” you asked, hoping it didn’t seem like an out of place question.

“Fine. I don’t see him much and when I do he keeps to himself. He’s clean, so that’s a plus.”

“He’s the new singer and guitarist?”

“Yeah, and he’s really good too. We might actually have a chance to win Battle of the Bands this year with his help,” Mingyu responded with a hopeful glint in his eye.

You’d heard Mingyu mention this event before. It was an annual competition with an impressive lineup of amateur artists. The winning group or artist got a recording contract with a major record label from the region and a two month long tour as the opening act for one of the label’s artists. You remembered cheering for Mingyu when he and the band had made third place years ago. Since then however, the group had made several changes to members, a lot of them being duds. He hadn’t even invited you to watch him the previous two years, so the fact that he was mentioning it again meant he was really excited about their chances this time around. With the recording contract, Mingyu would finally be able to make the transition to making music full time. You wanted to do whatever you could to help your friend succeed in making his dreams come true.

“I’ll see you at eight,” you told Mingyu as he got out of the car once you pulled into the house driveway.

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Eight came and you were back at Jay’s house, waiting in your car to pick up Mingyu. Last time he’d been ready right on the dot, but this time there was a delay, so you entertained yourself on your phone for a little bit. After fifteen minutes of waiting, you sent him a text to see if they’d be finishing up soon:

You: checking to see if you’re done? haven’t had dinner yet so I’m starving.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and still no response. Sighing in frustration, you got out of the car and made your way to the front door of the house. The sound of drums and guitars could be heard as you walked up the driveway. You knocked before realizing they probably couldn’t even hear you, and then decided to take a chance at the door being unlocked again as you started to make your way inside.

The music had stopped abruptly shortly after you’d cracked open the door, and you could hear a discussion going on.

“I’m telling you, it sounds better if we do it like this -” You didn’t recognize this voice as much; it must have been Vernon’s.

“This song has been a crowd favorite as is,” you heard Mingyu cut in. “I just don’t think we should take a chance doing something new so close to the competition. We can work on fleshing out your other song idea next Tuesday.”

“You said that last time and we still haven’t done anything with it. Stop bullshitting and tell me the truth if you’re not gonna take any of my ideas seriously.”

“Ok, why don’t we all just cool down,” you heard Jay interject before Mingyu could respond, seemingly trying to keep the peace. “We still have plenty of time before the competition. Plus I’m hungry. So let’s stop here and -”

Before you could hear the rest of the conversation the door pulled open completely, and you came face to face with Vernon again. He moved so quickly neither of you had enough time to react and he bumped into you, letting out a startled grunt as he nearly knocked you over. Your head came into contact with his chest, and you caught a whiff of what smelled like a mix of smoke and shower gel. You steadied yourself and as he backed up, he gave you another one of those intense stares, but his eyes looked a little glassy this time.

Without a word, you quickly stepped out of his way and he quietly brushed past you. You turned and watched as Vernon shoved on a black denim jacket he was carrying in one hand before securing his guitar case on his back and hopping on his motorcycle parked in the driveway. As he forced on his helmet and started the ignition, you noticed something on the ground near your feet. It was his journal. The same one he’d snapped at you for touching at the party. You crouched and picked it up, your thumb smoothing over the leather surface. You could still see a red stain on the page ridges. Hearing the loud revving of an engine, you remembered he was about to leave.

“Hey! Wait!” you shouted, trying to be heard over the sound of the motor as you quickly walked towards Vernon. But he pushed up the kickstand on the bike with his foot and peeled out of the driveway. The sounds of the engine grew fainter and fainter until all that was left was a deafening silence.

“Y/n?” The voice startled you out of your trance. It was Jay.

“Hey,” you said, still a little shaken. You tucked the notebook under your arm before speaking again. “It was getting late so I came in to see if Mingyu was ready to go.”

“Damn, of course. I’m so sorry we lost track of time tonight. Hey Mingyu, come on man, y/n’s waiting for you.”

“I’m coming,” Mingyu responded, looking a little ruffled as he appeared in the doorway.

“You ok?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry we were so late.”

“Treat me to some food and all is forgiven.”

Mingyu’s smile appeared again at your words.

“Deal. We can go to that ramen place you like by my apartment. You mind if Jay comes along?”

“The more the merrier.”

—————

Thirty minutes later, you, Mingyu, and Jay were slurping up noodles in a booth tucked away in the corner of your favorite restaurant, the broth warming you up from the chilly winter weather outside. You silently continued eating as Mingyu and Jay joked with each other over beers, their earlier spat with Vernon seemingly forgotten. Said person’s notebook was hidden away in the glove compartment of your car. You knew he’d likely realize it was missing immediately and thought it’d be best to give it back to him tonight when you dropped Mingyu off, assuming he didn’t rip your head off first when he saw you with it. Maybe you’d just set it on a counter somewhere noticeable where he was likely to find it and leave, you thought to yourself assuredly.

“What’re you thinking about in there,” Mingyu asked as he playfully poked your forehead.

“How was practice today? You guys have a gig this Saturday, right?”

“We went through the whole setlist today a few times and I think we’re all set,” Jay piped up excitedly.

“What about Vernon? He didn’t seem too happy with how things were going from what I heard.”

“So you did see that,” Mingyu sighed in exasperation.

“What was he so worked up about?” you pressed.

“It was just a little disagreement over some stuff that’s still a work in process. He’ll get over it.”

“Was he late again? Is that why practice went over?”

“Vernon’s clearly been through some shit,” Jay intervened as he downed the rest of his beer. “Doesn’t have any friends or family from what I can tell. Maybe we should cut him some slack.”

“He’s an amazing singer. The best the group has ever had if I’m being honest,” Mingyu circled his finger around the lip of his beer glass, deep in thought. “Dream housemate too. Just don’t touch his shit and the two of you will get along fine,” he consoled you as if you were scared, patting your head.

You thought back to the notebook, safely tucked away in your car. Was there something you should be scared of?

—————

After seeing Jay off, you and Mingyu made your way back to his apartment. When you parked and Mingyu got out, you reached over and grabbed Vernon’s journal out of the glove compartment, tucking it under your arm again. You helped Mingyu up to the apartment entrance and unlocked the door for him to speed things up, too cold to waste time laughing at him fumbling with the keys drunkenly.

“Thanks y/n,” Mingyu said cheerfully.

“Of course, buddy.”

He started making his way towards the stairs to his bedroom. Perfect, now all you had to do was find someplace to leave the notebook where Vernon would easily find it. Maybe over -

“Oh hey!” you heard Mingyu exclaim.

The owner of said notebook appeared from around the corner, dressed comfortably in black sweats and a matching hoody. For a moment you were surprised he was actually there. Mingyu had made it sound like he was rarely ever home, but then it clicked.

He must’ve already realized the journal was missing and waited for Mingyu to get back.

“Mingyu, have you seen - ”

“What a nice surprise seeing you here on this lovely night!” Mingyu interrupted with a goofy laugh, bringing Vernon in for a hug. He looked completely startled, awkwardly standing there as Mingyu patted his back. You almost bursted out laughing at the sight, forgetting how friendly Mingyu got when he was inebriated.

Quickly realizing he was drunk, Vernon looked away from him, whispering a, “damnit” as Mingyu finally let him go and continued upstairs. Vernon raked a hand through his hair roughly, clearly in a deep internal panic. Seeing him so frazzled, you were tempted to play with him a bit. Make him suffer for the way he’d treated you last night.

“Ahem.”

Vernon turned towards you, and you saw the mix of frustration and worry in his eyes. You thought back to how glassy his eyes had been when you bumped into him back at Jay’s house. Then you thought about Jay’s words from earlier:

“Vernon’s clearly been through some shit,” Jay intervened as he downed the rest of his beer. “Doesn’t have any friends or family from what I can tell. Maybe we should cut him some slack.”

“It’s Vernon, right?” You decided to offer an olive branch instead.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

You took a deep breath. The two of you would be seeing each other a lot for the foreseeable future. Might as well get on speaking terms after starting off on the wrong foot. You didn’t want Vernon’s hostility towards you to potentially jeopardize Mingyu’s and Jay’s chances at winning the Battle of the Bands competition. You’d feel terrible if that happened. So you tried again.

“I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself, walking closer and extending the arm that wasn’t holding his journal, offering your hand.

Brown eyes still stormy and lips in a tight line, Vernon looked down at your hand for a second before looking back up at you. You nervously waited another few beats before feeling his hand suddenly grasp yours slightly and give a light shake. His skin was surprisingly warm and soft, save for the few bands of cold silver that adorned his fingers. You studied his face, waiting for him to say something, but he stayed silent.

Guess that’ll do for now, you finally conceded, reaching under your arm with your other hand and pulling out the journal, holding it up for him to see. You felt Vernon’s hand quickly drop yours, warmth immediately leaving your fingertips.

He grabbed the book from you, gingerly this time.

Sensing he was ready to bolt, you quickly said, “I didn’t read it. Just so you know. And I’m sorry again about last night. It honestly was an accident.”

Assuming he’d once again remain silent, you turned around and began to let yourself out of the apartment.

“I’d get in the bathroom before him tomorrow unless you want to be late to whatever you’re doing,” you offered one last thing as you opened the door, speaking of Mingyu. “He takes the longest showers ever when he’s hungover.”

“Sorry.”

“Huh?”

“About last night. And earlier tonight. Sorry.”

You tried not to show your surprise as you looked over your shoulder back at Vernon.

“Consider it forgiven. And good luck on the performance this Saturday.”

You finally stepped outside and closed the door, unable to shake the feeling of his hand against yours as you drove all the way back home.

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#vernon fluff #vernon smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen #vernon x reader

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raan-miir-tah · 11 months

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HAPPY NINJAGO FIC REC WEEK!

Day 1: Canon/Lloyd

Canon- all your closets of backlogged dreams (and how you left them to me) by glowing shadows: the best way to cry over the Garmadon family in the shortest amount of time

Lloyd- Prodigal Prince by TeuthidaRegina: double identities, the confusion that spurs, and the fallout of said confusion

Day 2: AU and/or Movieverse/Jay

AU- Bloodstone by TeuthidaRegina: a brilliant, canon adjacent, Lloyd centric AU that feels like reading a novel

Movieverse- Reference Letters by Fabro-de-omres: fun secret identity shenanigans with a hearty dose of RBG siblings

Movieverse- pumpkin, pumpkin (you’re gonna kill me) by moonlitsheets: a sugar rush of adorable sappy jaya being their dorkiest selves

Jay- Enchanted Opportunities by Arco-Harrison03: Jay gains a terrible power and a greater paranoia, all at a great cost

Day 3: Angst/Kai

Angst- No Fancy Covering (You Get Just What You See) by sodaschemes: ghost Cole has a panic attack about the paradoxes of being a ghost and having a panic attack

Kai- 12:10pm by alirxi: a short but hilarious lil fic featuring Kailor

Day 4: Fluff/Cole

Fluff- Day Off by Corbyin: adorable gemstone shipping date + in this house we stan Corbyin

Cole- You Are A Hero by princessPooka: canon adjacent gemstone with a dash of adventure and a spice of humor

Day 5: Multichaps/Nya

Multichaps- Ninjago: Reclaimed by Corbyin: currently discontinued but so genuinely interesting and vivid it’s worth a read regardless of if you have to read it upside down dangling off a cliff

Nya- The lost Sea by Lyrishina: a super promising AU filled with mythological themes

Day 6: Dynamic Duos/Zane

Dynamic Duos- I Found My Place (and it’s in your arms) by Willow_Alchemist: lloydkita, surviving the snow, and getting to know each other

Dynamic Duos- Some Secrets Are Worth Sharing by Burning_Sand: simply described as the perfect pixane engagement fic

Zane- Accountability by Bestboiuwu: Zane and Lloyd have a conversation/argument about people who do wrong and responsibility

Day 7: Gen fic/Team

Gen fic- they tell me everyone falls down time to time. by tinyastronaut: aromantic Lloyd struggles with his identity in a way that will tug on every queer heart

Team- The Make-Cole-Realize-How-Much-We-Love-Him Competition by Fabro-de-omres: an absolutely adorable and totally in character fluff piece set in the movieverse

Bonus! Here are my fics the Sun’s Song over the City Streets, Tear Drops on my Katana, and White Knuckled Grip + White Hot Tears

#kaan’s #ninjago fic rec week #ninjago #ninjago fic recs #it was a blast scouring through peoples recs thank you lego bitches and those who love them <3

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CAFE LOVE! (Park Jay - 박종성)

Synopsis: Who knew working as a Cafe worker and stanning enhypen Would coincidentally result in meeting them.

Pairing: Idol!Jay x CafeWorkerfem!reader (ft. Heeseung of Enhypen too- rarely)

Genre: Fluff? Strangers to friends (not lovers yet-) oh and Also oneshot!

an: My First Post so its a little messy. Also, inspired to write by @lilacnini @leaderwonim and @leaderwon

Thanks for inspiring.

The Cafe door opened with two people entering as Y/N looked up, widening her eyes as she immediately recognised those pair of eyes. "They are just customers Y/N" She thought to herself as she smiled looking the approaching figures.

Y/N: Hello Sir. I will be your waitress for today. May I have your order?

???: I am Sorry but Are you an Engene? Who is your bias?

Those sharp eyes were wandering around her sweatshirt as she realised that she was wearing her enhyphen merchandise.

Y/N: Ah yes. Its yo- I mean Jay. I mean Sir. I mean..

There she did it. Her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment as the pair of them giggled at her sudden confession. She Found her eyes getting interlocked With those sharp eagle eyes but couldn't hold The eye contact. Her cheeks were red again.

Heeseung: If you both are done, We will have two coffees please.

Y/N immediately bowed.

Y/N: Your order will be served in no time.

There wasnt much crowd so it was easy for her. She bowed again and turned around cursing under breath for embarrassing her ownself infront of her bias.

She prepared their coffee humming Hey Tayo as her legs danced with those beautiful beats. As she placed the coffee on the tray, her eyes got locked with those eagle eyes again. This time she couldn't help herself but to stare in those brown eyes.

Jay: Are you done staring?

He asked bringing her back to Earth. She bowed again and again apologizing profusely for making him uncomfortable but he simply giggled. The giggle, she would do anything to hear it.

Jay: I would like to pay before taking The order.

Y/N: O-Ofcourse Sir.

She answered and accepted his card AND shifted for doing the process. "AM I ACTUALLY HOLDING HIS STUFFS?" She thought, her heart racing as she bit her lips to stop herself from smiling. As she placed their coffee on the table, returning him the card, Jay gave her a chit.

Y/N: Whom should I deliver it to?

She asked tilting her head as Jay smiled. His smile was recognisable from the mask making her more confused.

Jay: Save it in your contacts and dont forget to message me okay? I hate waiting.

Y/N: E-eh?

She stuttered as her eyes widened. Jay Held her hand and placed the chit. Heeseung was sipping his coffee while enjoying the drama (FORGOT ABOUT HIM LOL) "OMFG. HE HELD MY HAND?" She said her heart racing as she bowed again, This time thanking him for trusting her.

And thats how their simple yet beautiful Love story started. Sometimes trust and fate work together for a good cause. You just need to allow the things to flow.

Signing off!

Reblogs and comments are appreciated. :)

#enhypen x reader #jay enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhyphen #jay x reader

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