summary: (Y/N) is injured during a case and Jay decides that he can never forgive himself
pairing: Jay x reader
word count: 726
warnings: angst, language, fluffy domesticity
You roll over onto your side as you watch the sleeping man next to you, his dark hair seen from the back considering he was on his side. Your hand trails down the back of his white undershirt that he always slept in, you claimed that it made him look like a dad from the ‘80s.
He wakes with a start, turning to lay on his back. He pulls on his turtle frames that he never allowed the team to see.
His gaze turns to you as he sits up, propping his pillow up behind his head.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” You whisper as he rubs at an eye.
“I have a bad feeling about this next case of ours. It’s our biggest one yet, I can’t have you getting hurt.”
You shrug, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
You lean forward to move his hair from his face as he sends you a weak smile. His hand comes up to rest on your cheek as you reassure him with a kiss, your hand moving to rest on his chest.
“I’ll be okay, love. Promise.”
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You can barely make out the blurry figures of your team as you blink past unconsciousness. A muffled voice pulls you deeper into the void as your hands grasp out at your boyfriend.
The Black Chalk had infiltrated your mission, beating you and the others in the process. Jay fought tooth and nail to keep you with him as he carried your limp body to a nearby truck.
You were in and out of consciousness as he helped a nurse that they recruited to help in aiding your recovery. After all, you took the worst of the beating along with Jay. He managed to be alright after a few stitches.
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The dimly lit fluorescent lights of the hospital room woke you up. They had you handcuffed to a bed, so much for getting out unscathed.
Jay never left your side as you regained consciousness, his hand stayed in your own throughout. Every now and then he’d kiss the back of your hand. For such a stern leader, he cherished the quiet moments with you.
“What happened...where is everyone?” Your voice is weak as you speak, it comes out raspy.
“Everyone else is in holding cells at the nearby police station. We’re going to be on the way there once you regain your strength. I told them that they’d have to kill me before I’d leave your side.” His lips quirk up as he rubs your hand.
“Look at you, you’re such a stand-up guy. Thanks baby, I owe you one.”
“I couldn’t forgive myself for what happened to you. You didn’t deserve that and I should have protected you.”
“It’s okay, Jay. I’m going to be alright.”
You knew that once you got better that you’d be separated again. A few months in prison couldn’t do you much harm, it would be okay in the end. Your team already had a rendezvous for when you’d all get out of prison.
After a few goodbyes, several men take Jay away while your bed is rolled somewhere else entirely. They ship you off to a prison nearby where you’re held for a few months. The only thought on your mind being when you’d get to see Jay again.
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You wait with K outside of the prison where Jay was located. You watched as a man with a fake beard walked out, it was hard to contain your laughter as he walked closer to you.
“That is some get up, babe. I almost didn’t recognize you.” He pulls you in for a kiss as K hops onto a nearby bus where the rest of the team was located.
Jay takes your hand and helps you onto the bus, you greet your friends with hugs as you situate yourself next to your now fiancé.
The rest of the A.L.F begin to discuss the next plan as you all pull on your masks. Even an old woman near your group gets a mask.
“Are we ready to go?” You ask as you pull your mask over your nose.
“We are, Lucy Mirando is going to be there.” Jay announces to the team as you all prepare yourself for the next steps of your new mission.
summary: the A.L.F. are on the move and stumble upon a lost girl on their way to finding Okja. Inspired by the events of the movie Okja.
pairing: Jay x reader
word count: 1,543
warnings: language, fluff, possibly sensitive subjects, mentions of kidnapping and neglect, mentions of medical equipment
soundtrack: Annie’s Song- John Denver
The grime under your fingernails had started to become unbearable. The gnawing feeling of the zip ties around your wrists was enough for you to want to scream.
There should be a village coming to look for you, but alas, no one was coming. Your own father had sold you in exchange for the last bit of food that he could find at the market. So here you were, alone and dirty thirty days later in the deepest of basements. In Korea. You were beyond dirty, your once colorful blue hair now faded as your roots peaked through.
Your ribs were now showing, you’d dropped about ten pounds in the span of a month. To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Just as you went to poke at the stale bread that was left on the dingy floor, a commotion could be heard upstairs. Murmuring and screams of pain sounded as a smoke bomb was dropped next to the door of the basement.
A “thunk” knocked against the door as it was broken open with a hefty shove. Five mysterious figures in masks surrounded you as you cowered towards the wall. They took off their ski masks as an authorative figure bent down to be eye level with you. The tight suit pants intrigued you as you looked over his figure.
His kind and inviting eyes mystified you as he gave you the smallest of smiles. “We are the Animal Liberation Front, we’re here to save you.” His voice came out hushed and gentle as he sliced the zip ties around your wrists with a knife. He handed the knife back to a girl with red hair before he scooped you up and carried you away.
The next few moments were a blur as you drifted in and out of consciousness. Your thoughts wavering as you tried to understand what was happening. Your blood pressure dropped rapidly as they fed an IV through a bag and hooked it up to your arm. The hands that once held you before now cradled your head as he lead your eyes up to his.
“It’s going to be alright. I’ve got you.” You heard him say just before you drifted off into the blackness of your subconscious.
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You awoke to a pounding headache and a new sensitivity to light. The room around you was unfamiliar, a hotel room. The same five bodies from before were surrounding you, their appearances all different from one another.
The kind man from before was next to your bedside, his warm hand over yours. “My name is Jay. This is Red, Blonde, Silver, and K.” He pointed to each individual as he spoke.
“You’re the Animal Liberation Front.” Yes. That was it. Your memory, although a little foggy, hung onto the words that he said before you drifted into unconsciousness.
A hint of a smile plays at Jay’s lips as he gives you a confirming nod. “Yes, that’s correct. And you are (Y/N) (L/N). You lived with your father before you were kidnapped, is that correct?”
Tears swelled in your eyes as you looked towards the floor. “That’s not right, h-he sold me. He sent me to Korea in exchange for food.” Your voice wavered as you uttered the words that you denied in your mind every day.
Silver and Red looked to the ground after hearing your story. It was unfathomable that a father could do that to his only child. It was your reality though, and you could only grow from it.
“We’re really sorry, (Y/N). Although, we have a proposition for you. Show her Jay.” This was the first time that you’d heard blonde speak, he was evidently Australian.
Jay shows you images of past missions on an iPad. The sight of them reclaiming helpless animals makes your heart beat twice as fast. You’re snapped back to reality when Jay stops speaking. “Hm? Yes?”
A soft chuckle passes his lips as he hands the iPad back to K. “We want you to join us. We stop animal abusing corporations like Mirando along with many others. Our credo is set in stone and our mission is clear; save the planet, one animal at a time. So, what do you say? We will only begin your initiation if you agree.”
Before he can get another word out, you’re agreeing. “Yes, I’ll do it. I want to join you.” This was new, exciting, enticing. Their cause was noble, no one could deny that.
That was all it took, suddenly Jay was pulling you into a hug, the smell of his strong cologne intoxicating. You slightly chuckled before pulling away, the kind gesture made you realize how touch starved you were.
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That leads me to your current predicament, shaky hands gripped the edge of a skyscraper as you dangled over the ledge. Blonde and Jay had their hands outstretched to you, they slowly began pulling you up. It was beyond terrifying but apparently that’s what it took to initiate someone into the A.L.F.
Your breaths were heavy and fervent as you stood atop the ledge and walked into the hotel room where you all were staying. The suit-clad man was who you clang to first, his intelligent mind and calm demeanor drew you in like a magnet. He was your boss first and foremost, secondly, he was your friend. An ally to turn to when things went wrong.
This newfound love made your heart swell with joy as you wrapped your arms tighter around Jay.
Your affection was interrupted just as a group known as the Black Chalk infiltrated the room, tear gas was misted into the air as batons were swung left and right, hitting your teammates.
“No!” You cried as you reached out for them just as a blow hit the back of your head. Your vision blurred once more as you grabbed onto Jay’s hand. He grabbed onto it, intertwining your fingers as he is struck down as well.
With the last bit of strength that he has, he pulls you towards him and dashes out. A limp to his step but he is able to run away nonetheless. With you in his arms like you once were all those years ago, he takes off down the street until he reaches a waiting truck to take you both to safety.
You catch glimpses of your team in handcuffs as the door slides down. With bated breath, you slink down the wall. Your eyes drift to the gaping wound on Jay’s stomach, blood begins to pool at the site. His eyes drift closed as you catch his head in your arms, moving him to your lap.
You let out an inhuman sound, a horrid sob. “K! We need help now!” You screech at him as he immediately gets on the phone with what you assume is a medic. You look down to the man that you’re so desperately in love with and stroke his hair away from his face.
“Don’t you dare leave me, Jay. I need you. I love you.” You press a gentle kiss to his slick forehead.
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You never leave his side as the medic works, she makes quick work of an IV and begins to also work in a blood transfusion while she orders you to put pressure on the wound. All you can do is nod as you heed her commands.
Once she finishes, she checks his vitals before K drops her off and you drive to another hotel room. It’s as if the constant places that you called home kept constantly changing. Hotel room after hotel room, it was always what you woke up in.
The A.L.F. was a gratifying yet tiring job. One of the rewards of it was meeting and having Jay by your side. He made even your darkest day brighter, while also being a constant reminder of your team’s main goal.
You and K help your superior into the hotel room, your friend leaves the two of you alone for some privacy.
Your movements are careful as you ease him onto the bed. His eyes are as calm as usual, they hold a sense of nervousness for once though.
“I heard you.” He mutters as he looks at your hands, the nail polish on your nails chipped and worn down.
“Hm? Heard me when?”
“In the truck, I heard what you said. You told me that you loved me, that you needed me.” His lips curl upwards as his eyebrow quirks up.
You can’t help the blush that makes an appearance on your cheeks. “I did say that. You’re right.”
“Well, did you mean it? I have to know. You know how I feel about you, Blue.” The nickname rolls off his tongue with ease. An affectionate gesture recalling the color of your hair. His voice wavers as he reaches his hand out to touch yours, brushing his fingers lightly against the top of your hand.
You look to his hand and take it, enveloping it in your own. “Yes, I do.”
He smiles even wider and pulls you into a soft kiss. Your lips brushing against each other’s clumsily before you both become sure of yourselves.
This was the start of something beautiful, you just knew it was.
