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Bloody - Jackson (Day 24/100)

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Prompt: Bloody Member: Jackson x Reader AU: Gang!AU

Word Count: 822

“Seriously? Again?” you asked, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed. Jackson was standing outside with a big pout on his face, cradling his left arm with his right.

“Please let me in, Y/N! I’m hurt! See? You’re supposed to make me feel better!” he exclaimed, whining. The crimson liquid could be seen through his white shirt and you sighed while motioning for him to come inside. He grinned happily and gave you a small kiss on your cheek but you just grunted.

“Go to the bathroom! I don’t want blood all over my apartment,” you shouted as Jackson laughed and headed to the sink.

When you had first found out Jackson was in a gang, it had taken a lot to persuade you to stay. He was always coming home bloody and bruised and there were times when you had to re-evaluate what you wanted. But he had somehow always managed to bring you back to him.

You didn’t know what he was like in his gang, but to you he would always be gentle and loving. He was always smiling and lightening up your mood. Both of you had rough pasts, but you found that it was quite easy to talk with him about it. He never judged you and was always supportive of everything you did.

For all of these reasons, you found it impossible to leave him.

“Three years and you’re still coming home with injuries,” you stated, chuckling softly and motioning for Jackson to sit at the edge of the bathtub. You pulled out disinfectant and some clean rags while he began to argue with you.

“Hey! This was a really big fight!” he exclaimed. “I had to defend the gang so I wasn’t going to go easy on anyone.” He looked down at his arm and touched it, wincing a bit.

“I guess they felt the same way,” you sighed, slapping his hand away and walking over to the sink. “Take off your shirt,” you said, while you washed your hands.

“Oooh, I like this part,” Jackson teased, stripping his shirt off while you rolled your eyes. When you turned back around you had to bite your lip from smiling at his figure. You reminded yourself that he was injured, but it didn’t help that he was resting his big arms on his chiseled chest.

“You’re staring again,” Jackson said, suggestively but then breaking out into giggles and immediately ruining whatever mood was being created. You sat down on the side of the tub next to him and put a towel in your lap as you raised your eyebrows.

“Do you want my help or not?” you asked playfully, to which Jackson nodded like a little kid who just got into trouble.

You ignored him and took his hand in your own, gently bringing his arm over your lap and setting it down on the towel. His arm was still wet from when he had run it under the sink, but already a new layer of blood had appeared. Using the wipes, you softly wiped away the excess blood so that you could see the wound clearly.

“It’s not deep, but it covers a large area of the skin” you stated, focusing on the wound. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches but you will need a lot of bandages,” you finished, glancing up at your boyfriend who was looking at you intensely. You instinctively looked away and reached over to grab another wipe.

You wiped his arm once more and rubbed some medicinal cream on it before beginning to bandage it. You could feel Jackson’s eyes on you and you knew that you shouldn’t feel nervous, but for some reason it made your heart beat pick up.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mumbled, still trying to focus on the bandage you were carefully wrapping around his arm.

“You’re cute when you concentrate like this,” Jackson simply stated causing your cheeks to become faintly pink. You glanced up at him and saw that his gaze was still intensely focused on you so you simply went back to bandaging his arm.

“Is this okay?” you asked, tying the end of the wrap and letting go of Jackson’s hand. He left it on your lap for a few seconds before pulling it back towards him and caressing it.

“It’s too tight,” he bluntly said in a child-like voice. You shook your head and stood up, giving him a small smile and bending down to face him.

“It has to be tight so it’ll heal better, silly” you said, lightly kissing his nose. He pouted at you but you ignored him, cleaning up the bathroom.

This wasn’t the first time he had come home bloody and you knew that it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. But somehow, you thought that it would be okay. As long as you had each other, you could endure anything.

Romantic/Fluff Sentence Starters!

“You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

“Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”

“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I need you more than you need me.”

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”

“The truth is… I love you.”

“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

“Be mine. Please.”

“I am who I am because of you.”

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

“Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”

“Ah- I adore your laugh.”

“Stop that, it tickles!”

“Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

“I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

“You’re so intoxicating to me.”

“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

“You’re just so wonderful.”

“S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

“You, Me, Order In, Netflix… waddya say?”

“I want to be more than just friends with you.”

“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

“Wow - you look… amazing.”

“*Puts hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

“I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

“We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

“It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”

“Is it alright if I call you princess?”

“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

“I think your perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

“What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”

Writing prompt

“Its over. You’ve lost.”

His heart hammered in his chest, tears of frustration pressing against his eyes, and for a brief, panic-induced moment, he didn’t know what to do.

i could disappear and no one would notice