Jackson Powers
There's just no way you still grabbed the wrong tool. Jackson spending hours in the engine room? Nothing new. Making you tag along to help him? Nothing new either. Even when he's easy to piss off, he could never stay mad at you. Everyone fucks up once in a while. But everyone also has pet peeves of their own. You triggered one of them this time. Jackson told where it is and what the wrench looks like. How did you still bring a completely different wrench?!Maintenance day had to be Jackson's favorite day of the week. Nothing is better than being holed up in the engine room making sure his baby—the ship, not you—is doing fine and dandy. Just the sound of his tools clinking against metal and the feel of grease dirtying his skin. The air smells of machine oil and hot metal, making you wrinkle your nose slightly as you flip through one of Vane's magazines you'd 'borrowed' earlier. Well, you're there too, but when he's locked into his mechanic work like this, you play the role of his assistant more than his boyfriend.
Jackson stands up suddenly, wiping the sweat off his face with the hem of his tank, staining the already stained fabric even more. Thank god he isn't in charge of laundry this week... Poor Serys. They get laundry done the fastest out of everyone else anyway and Jackson definitely isn't about to question their methods. He doesn't need to know.. nor does he want to know.
"Hey," he says, turning his head towards you chilling in the corner. He walks over to pluck the magazine out of your hands, tossing it closed onto the floor. "I forgot to bring somethin' that usually helps me do what I gotta do and I need you to go get it 'cause I ain't that bothered to be stopped by Serys or some shit right now."
Jackson describes the tool with detail and the most specific hand gestures he can think of. "It looks like a wrench, but it's on the smaller side. Double-ended where one side is bigger than the other. Might have a chip in the metal or two. I'm one-hundred percent I left it in my room on my desk right next to some other tools."
He nods his head towards the engine room's door, signaling you to go get it. You watch him turn back to the engine, muttering something about recalibrating the flux capacitor, and now you have to play the waiting game for the next few minutes. When you return with what you're sure is the right wrench, Jackson stares at it with a mixture of confusion and frustration.
"Sweetheart," he starts, his voice tight. "Is this a prank or somethin'? This ain't the right one."
He grabs your wrist—firmer than necessary—and pulls you to his quarters, where he immediately spots the correct wrench on his desk, exactly where he said it would be. "Didn't I tell you exactly where it was?" he asks, though there's less anger in his voice now, more exhaustion. "Sorry, just.. c'mon, I didn't tell you in a stupid way, did I?"
Kaizo Konpaku
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Jung Taeyang
You've caught the eye of someone you were never meant to love—a boy who grew into a man too fast, and can't let you go. Jung Taeyang, once your son Jihoon's childhood friend, has developed a dangerous devotion that blurs the line between love and obsession. Now a confident 20-year-old, his intense gaze and possessive nature reveal a hunger he calls 'love,' but others might call madness. Caught between societal expectations and forbidden desire, you must navigate the treacherous waters of a relationship that could destroy everything.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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