#jay.fic

[hoshologies]

. . . ENHA HYUNG LINE AND ROMANCE TROPES

warnings none / genre fluff, office & college & friends to lovers & second chance au / word count 1.3k (~300 per member)

LEE HEESEUNG is your work colleague at suh enterprises, a fellow data analyst. his cubicle is just across the walkway from your own and you’ve been enamored from day one; outside of your supervisor, heeseung was the first person to greet you on your very first day, telling you that if you had any questions or needed anything, he was more than willing to help. with soft doe eyes and a gentle smile, you were gone at first glance.

since then, it’s been a slow march forward in your relationship with him. for a long few months, it was one-sided yearning glances and little keurig meetings in the break room, chatting about your weekends and the office birthday parties coming up, mundane things that really don’t mean much in the grand scheme of things.

but then he’d started peeking his head into your cubicle, asking if you wanted the rest of his lunch because he was full, passing you his half-empty bento box and a clean pair of chopsticks. on days you were sick, you’d come back to work with vitamin c packets on your desk; other days, a mug of coffee would be waiting on a coaster in your cubicle, made just the way you like it. sometimes, heeseung even waits for you on late nights, slowing down his own pace so you can leave together.

what neither of you know is that the office has a betting pool on when you’re going to realize you’re in love with each other and make it official; beomgyu, resident office gambler, has a hundred won placed on another year of suffering through your “disgusting” beating around the bush (turns out, he’s a few days short and wins close to four hundred won).

PARK JONGSEONG changes your ideology on love at first sight. he’s a regular at your favorite study place: the cafe just down the block from your apartment building. you’re five semesters deep into your bachelors in psychology, so you’re in the coffee shop often (give or take every single day of the week). there’s a table you love that’s close to the front, but not so close that you’ll be blinded by the sun when it cuts into the gaps between buildings as it sets.

he waltzes in on a random stormy saturday morning, dripping wet and protected only by the leather jacket he wears. your eyes trail him from the entrance to the register, meeting his gaze once as he passes by you. he even grants you a tiny shimmer of a smile, one side of his mouth quirking up as he ghosts by your table. it’s enough to have you bristling under your sweater and you have to drag your attention from his black leather-clad figure to your laptop, word document cursor blinking at you from an unfinished sentence in a paper for your criminal psychology class. 

no matter how much you try to refocus and make progress on this paper, you just can’t (thank god it’s not due for another three weeks). your mind is just far too preoccupied with the pretty boy you made eye contact with, mind whirling with questions about him: what’s his name? is he a student like you? what are his hobbies? lost in your thoughts, you almost jump out of your fucking skin when the chair across from you screeches against the tile floor and the very boy sits down at your table, an iced americano cradled in his hands. when you finally meet his eyes again, your granted a deeper smile and a name: jongseong, or jay, if you’re lucky (which you seem to be because you sit and talk for so long that your laptop dies… and you don’t care).

SIM JAEYUN is the brother of your best friend, so he’s always been distinctly off limits. she’d sworn you to that one night in the darkness of her bedroom after getting buzzed off of some wine she’d skimmed from her mom’s collection; or rather, she’d sworn you to be off limits from him. “i met you first, which means you’re my person, not his. you’re off limits, ‘kay? don’t let him get to you.” and you’d giggled and told her that you wouldn’t even look in his direction if it was that important to her.

but that was a couple years ago and you’re not high schoolers anymore. in fact, while she moved cities for university, you stayed home and ended up going to the same school as her brother, living in the same dorm and sharing a couple of gen ed classes with him during that first semester. with so much distance between you and your best friend, jake was the next best thing and you were spending an increasing amount of time with him. so how important was that promise you’d made when you were half-gone on dry wine?

you go on study dates at the library, he shows up at your dorm room with your favorite coffee order in hand when you’re having a rough day, he saves you a spot next to him in every class you share together. there are other little things he does that having you falling for him in a way that your friend forbid all those years ago, but you can’t stop yourself, not when you’re watching him run across the quad, an umbrella in hand, because it started pouring down rain during class and you’d forgotten to bring yours. if this is how he loves, then surely it’ll be worth it to break that promise.

PARK SUNGHOON was the one who got away. you were the star figure skating duo at your hometown rink, perfectly in sync and a beautiful couple on the ice. out of everyone you’d ever trained with, sunghoon was always the one you felt most comfortable with; your chemistry was undeniable, but it was the way he supported you on and off the ice that made him your favorite partner by far.

so of course you’d gone and fallen in love with him, just a naive teenager who was itching to have your first taste of romance. how fitting would it be to have sunghoon as your first love, seeing as so many of your performances were romantic in nature anyways? but then he’d told you one night after practice, sitting on the bleachers and taking your skates off, that he was quitting and moving away to chase a new dream and you’d sat there, staring at him, waiting for him to say that he was just kidding. when he leveled that icily serious stare of his at you, the gravity of it settled in deep and fast, and you’d stood up abruptly without a word and walked away stiffly, willing away tears, even as he called after you.

it was the last time you’d seen him.

you’re older now, more mature than you were a handful of years ago. you’re not a figure skater anymore, at least not professionally, but you coach young skaters five nights a week at a rink in the city, your new home, while you shoot for your bachelors in sports medicine.

it’s tuesday evening and you just waved goodbye to the last of your students a few minutes ago. as you’re cleaning up a few things from practice, you hear the door open and slam closed, echoing loudly. you start to make a joke about one of your students who always forgets something of theirs on the bleachers, but when you turn to face them, a much taller, much older park sunghoon stands before you, a pair of skates in hand. his shoulders are broad, waist just as slim as you remember, but he’s so much more handsome.

it’s been a while since you saw him last, but the soft lopsided smile he offers you awakens some old feelings. and you hope that maybe this time, they’ll stick.

#heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #kpop x reader #kpop fluff #enhypen fluff #sunghoon fluff #jake fluff #jay fluff #heeseung fluff #fluff.fic #heeseung.fic #jay.fic #jake.fic #sunghoon.fic #writing.fic #enha.fic

[t4tnatsby]

I went ahead and posted it :] 2.5k words of time looping 🔥

#jay.txt #the great gatsby #natsby #jay gatsby x nick carraway #nick carraway x jay gatsby #nick carraway #jay gatsby #jay.fic

[high-warlock-of-brooklyn]

champagne problems (ao3)

He said no. He can't-

He begged on both knees, and he said no.

He said no.

For @magnus-the-maqnificent happy belated birthday, sorry for being an angsty emo nightmare in your dms, and thank you for being an absolute treasure of a friend. I love you and appreciate you and you're amazing 💙💙💙

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He said no.

‘No’. 

‘No’ — he can’t.

‘No’ — he won’t.

‘No’ — it’s not what they are going to have.

No no no no

No. 

The Dom Perignon in his hands makes itself known as he tries to catch the subway rail, and opening it with his teeth. The cork is lost somewhere down the subway platform, and he can’t bring himself to care. The first swig hits his throat like fucking velvet, and he tries to swallow the bubbles burning his esophagus on their way up. The old woman sitting two seats ahead gives him a barely concealed dirty look. There’s something in the back of his head about public intoxication, but there’s no fucks left in his body to give.

He said no.

He asked him. Dinner, cake, candlelights, down on one knee. Then on both. Asked him. Begged him.

He said no.

His phone is ringing in his pocket, the caller ID illegible through the tears burning his eyes. He blinks it away, then turns on ‘do not disturb’. His family is going to worry, he knows he should let them know, but there is nothing in his power to do right now except sit in this night train and think, but—

He said no. Didn’t even give a reason. Just a no.

The phone screen brightens for a few seconds to tell him about the battery running low, the lock screen crushing the already broken pieces of his heart. It’s the last day the two of them ever spent in their old dorm room. He once joked how it was made for the two of them, both the madhouse full of their colourful friends and the quiet loving blanket of safety at once.

His car is still in the hotel parking, and he hopes Magnus brought his copy of the keys to the chevy. Not exactly the car of a hotshot lawyer, but Alec couldn’t bring himself to exchange it for a Mercedes or an Audi, or whatever it is that his colleagues drive. It’s the car the love of his life saved up painstakingly to buy him, working all the way through college. It’s the testament of their love.

The love currently wilting like the bouquet of roses in the restaurant garbage can.

He said no.

The handkerchief is still in his jacket pocket, he remembers suddenly. His fingers brush over a solid shape as he reaches for it, and he gets a clear jolt of memory at the familiar velvet box.

He left the ring in the champagne glass back at the table.

He can see the headlines tomorrow so clearly— America’s sweethearts no longer, scandal or publicity stunt? A senetor to be rejected by the most beloved face on public television, what a story.

Which again reminds him— he said no.

What a fucking shitshow.

Alec downs the rest of the Dom Perignon in one go, trying to swallow his destined share of champagne problems. 

Fuck him. Fuck his life. Fuck Magnus. Fuck this.

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[nebulousjay]

🚨THE SEX WORKER AU IS LIVE, I REPEAT, THE SEX WORKER AU IS LIVE🚨

between lust and love

Please go show it some love as I've been working on it for so long and I'm thrilled to finally be posting it

#jay.fics

[radioactive-mouse]

um so it’s not really a complete fic but i did write a little parvill thing on ao3! if yall want about 800 words of parv being gay you can read it here. 

#um they are special to me 👉👈 #*hands you parvill and runs away* #yogscast #parvill #william strife #alex parvis #jay.fic

[t4tnatsby]

1k words, what if gatsby came back as a ghost and then he and nick kissed

#jay.txt #the great gatsby #natsby #tgg #nick carraway #jay gatsby #jay.fic

[high-warlock-of-brooklyn]

take my hand, wreck my plans (that’s my man)

Chapter 4

With great acquaintances, Alec learns, comes a great power to take big decisions.

Side effects, however, may include nicknames that last a lifetime.

@magnus-the-maqnificent

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[high-warlock-of-brooklyn]

no body, no crime (ao3)

He was her friend.

Her best friend.

And he took him from her.

She knows he did it.

She just can't prove it.

But she's not letting up until the day he dies.

Uh this just sort of happened. I'm just gonna tag @magnus-the-maqnificent coz she's the one who usually filters out my crazy.

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“Ms Montclair, can you tell me where you were the night of the murder?”

“Like I told the detective before this, I was at my friend’s house. We were having dinner. I had a little too much wine and he told me not to drive and offered his guest bedroom instead. I stayed over, and came home in the morning.” Celine sighs, “I don’t see the point of repeating this over and over like this.”

“We are simply clearing up some loose ends, Miss.” The detective gives an easy practiced shrug. Celine rolls her eyes inwards. “Can I go now? This is exhausting, and I just had a full day of work.”

“Just one last question. Who do you think might have done this?” He takes out the notepad, pen ready, looking very interested in whatever she might offer. Celine resists the urge to snap, to snark, to yell. Taking a deep breath, she smiles, “I have no idea, Detective. Now please, if you’ll kindly excuse me, I have two toddlers at home waiting for me.”

“Of course. I understand. Thank you for your cooperation.” The smile he gives her makes her skin tighten with anger. She pushes it down, but doesn’t kick it away. Keeps it hidden, keeps it close. The sleepy smiles of the boys as soon as she’s through the door makes it wither a little, but then they’re put to bed and she’s all alone again, and the house is too quiet. His photo is on the mantle, shining as the light of the television reflects against it, and that familiar ugly feeling rears its head again.

This time, she lets it come out, lets it fester with a glass of scotch that burns on its way down her throat. It soothes a little, calms down, and Celine picks up the picture, rubbing it against her nightshirt to wipe away the fingerprints the boys must have left on it when they were playing.

His smile is golden as his hair, sunshine lighting him up— her golden Icarus among men. Her best friend. The only person she trusted with her life, with her child, with all of her past that she doesn’t dare utter in front of anyone else.

Valentine should never have laid a finger on him.

——————

“Did they say anything about who they’re going after?” Robert tries to sneak a glance at her cards, earning a slap on the shoulder. He chuckles, making her smile, and she holds her cards comically closer, narrowing her eyes at him playfully. “I’m watching you, Lightwood.”

“Yeah, whatever, Montclair.” He smirks. “I’m gonna win this time.”

“Keep dreaming, baby.” She smiles, confident in her cards, voice carefully casual when she talks next. “They think someone from his party got him, something about his new nomination for mayor. Someone must have been jealous.”

“Hmm, makes sense,” Robert says nonchalantly. “Being mayor has a lot of benefits, someone probably was jealous.”

“Mmhmm.” Celine nods, before pushing in all her share of the raisins they’ve been using as poker chips. “All in, baby.”

Robert regards her with a look of appraisal, trying to make out if she’s bluffing or not. The moment lasts longer than it’s supposed to, and she puts her cards face down, taking a sip of her rose before looking back at him.

“I told them you were here. All night. That Maryse and I cooked you breakfast before sending you home.” Robert chuckles. “I’m pretty sure one of the detectives thought we had a threesome or something.”

“With Maryse? Sure. With you? Not in a million years.” She raises her glass in toast. Robert mimics her gesture with a smile, before sobering up a little. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I miss him, but I have the boys, I have my job at the school. And I have you guys.” Celine’s smile is bittersweet. “I’m fine.”

——————

The metal of her earrings have warmed up to her body temperature through dinner, her fingertips cold from the drive home. Celine takes the pins out of her hair one at a time, wincing as they pull at her scalp. The boys had been too tired to ask her for more than one and three quarters of stories, both passing out in the middle of the Jedi making pizza for all the baby Yodas. She’s never been so grateful for Stephen for taking her to watch her first Star Wars movie the first time they went on a date.

The bed is warm, welcoming her with the comfort of a hug. She leans into it, plugs the phone on the nightstand. The cold water is calming as she sips from the glass on the nightstand, and she takes her time letting it go down her throat. The house is quiet, it’s always been quiet since he’s been gone.

It’s been six months, eighteen days, three hours and twenty seven minutes. She keeps a tab of it open in her mind, her subconscious keeping a running note of the dull ache in her heart.

She asked him, on the boat, about what happened. She would’ve begged, if that’s what it would have taken to know the truth. Not that it mattered. The new tires of his Civic gave him away as soon as she saw them on her way back on the day of the funeral. The funeral he gave the fucking eulogy to.

But she didn’t have to beg that day. After all, Valentine’s hubris had always been his fatal flaw. He had laughed, that motherfucker, dared to tell her not to worry her pretty head about it, about him. Said she didn’t need to worry about her ‘boyfriend’ coming home to ‘catch them in the act’.

As if he was disposable. As if he was forgotten. As if he was not the only man she has ever known worth anything. As if he is unloved.

Michael Wayland might have been many things, but he was not—and never would be— unloved.

And she told him so, before she went through with the plan. Her parents were not nice people, she has understood that after all these years, but she sent them a silent thanks for teaching her how to boat, and how to clean a crime scene enough to cover it up.

The life insurance policy Valentine’s party Circle took out on him last month definitely helped. 

Michael Wayland was not her boyfriend—another thing that asshole got wrong. He was a widower, a father, a kindergarten teacher with the kindest heart she has ever known. The only one who saw her scars and did not shy away, did not judge, simply let her find any comfort she needed from their friendship.

And that was all they had— friendship. Her best friend, who understood the pain of a broken heart better than most. Who agreed to live together so their boys didn’t have to grow up alone. Who cooked her breakfast and made her laugh with stupid jokes and hyped her up when she went on the occasional dates before giving her date a thumbs up or a down. Who would rather die than stay quiet about a bad man’s deeds once he stumbled upon them the night of mayoral election.

And Valentine killed him for it.

So she paid him back in full.

The house is too quiet now, no whispered jokes from the other side of the wall, no late night confessions neither of them repeated in the morning. No teasing about someone that might have caught their eyes at school. No nods of understanding and orders of ice cream as one of them made the grave mistake of watching The Notebook yet another time.

He was sunshine, and now her life is gloomy once more. And vengeance is best exacted in the dark.

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[high-warlock-of-brooklyn]

take my hand, wreck my plans (that’s my man)

Chapter 2

Chapter summary: Back home, dinner is tensed, and Alec must admit some things to himself. Decisions are made, and choices leave impacts lasting a lifetime.

@magnus-the-maqnificent

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[nebulousjay]

She's here!!

I think this is genuinely my favourite chapter and I'm so excited for people to read it 🥰

#jay.fics

[nebulousjay]

new fic new fic new fic!!

holding your warmth

No tw, just cock warming. Written between the hours of midnight and 6am (only took me that long cause I got distracted booping my beloved tumblr mutuals lol)

#jay.fics

[nebulousjay]

Actually I don't know how many of you guys know this. I have a fun little dnf kink exploration series and the cockwarming fic I'm working on is the next installment!

You don't really need to read any of the others to be able to read this one, but for those that want to, here ya go 🫶

#jay.fics

[nebulousjay]

New chapter!! new chapter!!

This chapter contains sexual assault so proceed with caution! Otherwise please enjoy. And I have some actual plot in there too this time lol

between lust and love -chapter 2

#jay.fics

[nebulousjay]

My smut collection!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3706390

So far a mix of dnf and dnn but who knows what I'll do soon

Read the tags, especially when it comes to the longer one titled to be so loved as that has some potentially triggering topics 🫶

#jay.fics #nsft

[nebulousjay]

New chapter let's goooooo

#jay.fics

[nebulousjay]

Okay I'm burned out and I really want to post soon so...

The sex worker au, my pride and fucking joy

It's not done but it is almost done. I would day another 8k-10k words (it's currently sitting at about 23k)

I probably have 3-4 chapters in what I have so far and that's about 2/3 editited so if I posted it I would have the first two up pretty quickly after each other

I think I am going to finish this fic, I'm determined and just friends are determined to help me, but burnout is a bitch as I'm sure you guys know

All that being said;

#jay.fics