#jake bridges

[hollygl125]

[star-trekster]

ST@CEC 4: Deep Space Nine; In Charles’s Shadow

[exaltedfuzz]

Collection of Ace Attorney things for today feat. Fran and more

Trick Lock

They should have been at the club

Irritating

Bonus:

[two-martians]

i AM the #1 green ranger defender and no one can say otherwise

[aeristrawberi]

Burning Bridges and hearts

Summary : The line between hate and curiosity blurs as you find yourself tangled in Jaeyun's chaotic world. With bruises that tell a thousand stories and a sharp tongue that keeps you on edge, he's as infuriating as he is mysterious. But when an unexpected moment of vulnerability shatters your perception of him, you begin to wonder if there's more beneath his rough exterior. Could the boy you vowed to avoid be the one to rewrite your story?

Genre : Angst, there Will be smut themes!, fluff, smau chapters too! Let’s say the typical bad boy love story with a plot?

Pairing : Bad boy Sim Jaeyun! x fem!reader

Warnings : in the first few chapters he is a bad chaotic guy but will eventually turn into a cute handsome puppy hehe, mentions of past toxic relationship! Bruises! Bandage! Blood! Fights! If I forgot something don’t be scared to tell me!

Taglist will be open! Not for long tho!!

ADDI’S NOTE : thinking of making it in a 3 part series or more…anyways hope you’ll like it 😇

(LOOK GOOD AT THE END!!!!!!)

Part 2 | Part 3

The first time you heard Sim Jaeyun’s motorcycle roar to life, you were sure someone was trying to demolish the neighborhood.

You had been in your new house barely a month, still unboxing dishes and wrestling with furniture. It wasn’t the picturesque start you imagined when you signed the papers chipped paint and creaky doors aside. The biggest problem wasn’t your fixer-upper house, though. It was the nightmare next door.

Sim Jaeyun.

His name would feel like a curse on your tongue.

Every day was the same. His motorcycle’s growl echoed through the narrow street at ungodly hours, shaking the windows and your patience. You’d flinch, silently cursing him as you glared through the blinds. If that wasn’t bad enough, the screaming matches followed. Yelling, doors slamming, things breaking it was chaos, and it spilled into your peaceful mornings like spilled ink on a clean page. His girlfriend’s voice was the loudest, shrill and cutting, but Jaeyun wasn’t exactly silent either.

You didn’t even know what they argued about, but it made your skin crawl. The noise never failed to disrupt your day,whether you were working, cooking, or lying in bed at night staring at the ceiling. Then there were the bruises.

Sometimes you’d spot him in the driveway, leaning against his motorcycle with a cigarette in hand, a scowl plastered across his handsome face. Bandages on his knuckles. Scratches along his jaw. A faint purple bruise under his eye. You couldn’t tell if he was getting into fights or being dragged through one. He didn’t look like someone who cared about what people thought of him,unruly hair, dark hoodies, leather jackets, cigarettes..If you caught his gaze by accident, it would linger a second too long, enough to make you look away. You hated him. You hated her. You hated them. But most of all, you hated that you were curious.

It was a Thursday evening when the yelling reached a fever pitch. You had just settled on the couch, ready to enjoy a quiet dinner, when a scream from next door startled you so badly you almost dropped your fork.

“I’M DONE! I SWEAR, I’M DONE WITH YOU!” The girlfriend’s voice, sharp as nails, cut through the walls.

“BUT YOU’RE STILL HERE?!” Jaeyun roared back. A loud crash followed something breaking and then another slam of what sounded like a door. Your heart jumped to your throat. You stood up, torn between ignoring it and the gnawing instinct to check outside. Curiosity got the better of you. Pulling your cardigan tight around you, you peeked through the blinds.

Jaeyun stood in the driveway. The porch light cast shadows across his frame as he leaned over his motorcycle, breathing hard, fists clenched. Even from here, you could see his shoulders rising and falling with every breath. A fresh scrape marked his cheek, the crimson line stark against his skin. His girlfriend, nowhere in sight, had left the front door wide open.

You didn’t realize you were staring until he looked up.

For a beat, everything stopped. Jaeyun’s dark eyes locked onto yours, and your breath caught in your chest. The anger on his face didn’t fade, but his expression shifted like he had caught you intruding on something private. The corner of his lip curled, but it wasn’t a smile. You ducked back behind the blinds like an idiot, your face burning “Creep,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head “Why do I care?”

You didn’t know. And you wouldn’t let yourself think about it too much. The next morning, you were greeted by the low rumble of Jaeyun’s motorcycle starting up again. It was almost a routine now, the sound a warning that peace and quiet would remain out of reach.

You grabbed your keys, deciding that some air and a coffee run would clear your head. But as you stepped outside, you froze. Jaeyun was there, sitting on the steps of his porch. A cigarette dangled between his fingers as he glanced up at you, his eyes shadowed. His knuckles were bruised again.

“Morning,” he said, his voice rough like gravel.You blinked at him, surprised he spoke first. “Uh… morning,” you muttered, gripping your keys a little tighter.

He didn’t move, just stared at you with a look you couldn’t quite place.“You always watch people through your window?” he asked suddenly, his lips quirking into something that resembled a smirk. Your cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t watching you,” you shot back. “Your yelling…woke me up”

“Oh? My bad,” he drawled, not sounding sorry at all. You scoffed, turning toward your car without another word. But as you opened the door, his voice stopped you. “You should mind your own business, new girl,” he said, his tone lighter now, teasing. “You might not like what you find.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes. “I don’t want to find anything about you or your girl.”

He grinned a real, lopsided grin that made your stomach twist, much to your dismay.“We’ll see about that,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. As you drove off, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Jaeyun was still watching you and that this was only the beginning of something you weren’t ready for. “Why does he have to be so damn annoying?” you thought, gripping the wheel tighter. But somewhere, buried deep in your chest, was the faintest thrum of anticipation and that terrified you most of all. The weekend rolled around faster than you expected, though it wasn’t any quieter. By now, you knew better than to expect peace when Jaeyun’s motorcycle was involved. The rumble had become as familiar as background noise, though that didn’t mean it was any less irritating.

On Saturday morning, you decided to take control of your day. You tied your hair back, pulled on some sneakers, and headed outside to tackle the front yard a mess of weeds, overgrown grass, and scattered leaves. It wasn’t glamorous, but at least it was productive.

Half an hour in, sweat dotted your forehead, and you were almost proud of the dent you made in the chaos. That pride shattered when the sound you dreaded most pierced through the morning air. The motorcycle.

You gritted your teeth, refusing to look up as Jaeyun rolled out of his driveway. The engine cut off, and for a moment, you felt relief…until you heard his voice. “You missed a spot.”

You froze, your fingers tightening around the rake in your hand. Slowly, you turned your head to find Jaeyun standing at the edge of his driveway, arms crossed and an infuriating smirk playing on his lips.

“Excuse me?” you snapped. He nodded toward the weeds near the edge of your lawn. “Right there. If you’re going to play house, you might as well do it right.” You stared at him, incredulous. “Do I look like I need your advice?” “Clearly, you need something,” he teased, shrugging. “Just trying to help.”

“You want to help?” you shot back, exasperated. “Turn down your damn motorcycle once in a while and keep your drama inside your house.”

His smile faltered, just for a second. You thought you saw something shift behind his eyes a flicker of something deeper, rawer, before his smirk returned.

“Noted,” he said, his voice quieter but still teasing. He glanced at your yard again. “Good luck with that mess.” And with that, he walked back to his bike, the metallic clink of his keys cutting through the air. The engine roared to life, and you watched, irritated, as he sped off down the street.

Later that evening, as you sat on your porch with a cup of tea, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something about Jaeyun…something infuriating, yes, but also intriguing. The way he smirked,The way his voice softened, just for a moment, before he covered it with sarcasm.

You shook your head, willing yourself to stop thinking about him.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the street in a warm glow, you found your gaze drifting to the house next door and the boy who seemed to carry chaos wherever he went.

ADDI’S NOTE : HOW DID I DO IT YAALLLL? THIS TOOK ME LIKE 3 HOURS TO WRITE AND THINK ABOUT THE IDEAS LMAAAOOO I LOVE IT HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS THERES MORE TO COME SO DW! MAKE SURE TO REBLOG IT IF YOU LOVE (maybe also follow 🤭)

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[soriastrider]

dirkjake, star trek tng edition (day 3: retro/decades)

[disastardly]

Every Green Ranger is at least a little bit queer. This is both true and non-negotiable.

Except Joel. Joel Rawlings, Sky Cowboy, is thoroughly and unwaveringly heterosexual. In fact, he's the only straight person on his team.

[certifiedsimper]

who are you certifiedingly simping for?

These glorious people

[melz-367]

gotta love flirting with your best friend and then friendzoning him-

He hummed softly, casually reaching out and twirling a strand of the other boy’s hair around his finger, and grinned as Jake blushed a deep shade of red, staring at him for a moment, then quickly looking away and clearing his throat. “Yeah, I take it back.” He said, voice strained. “You can definitely flirt. Gods, Michael.” Michael snickered, winking and leaning back, looking back towards Cleo, who had successfully got Max to fire a few shots close to the middle, which was impressive considering he was pretty sure the older boy couldn’t think straight right now. “Shame we’re just friends, then, if you’re that easy to fluster.” He teased, and Jake coughed again, voice still a bit tight. “Yeah, shame.”

🤦🏻‍♀️

[cementcornfield]

Watched (listened) to this at work over the last two days and found it REALLY interesting. They go into the Bengals current cap situation and try to approach the offseason in conservative/bengals-like ways and STILL they manage to sign tee, ja'marr, and trey AND acquire some solid free agents to help the o-line/defense. Even when it comes to cash spending (and how stingy the bengals typically are with that), Jake keeps track of the average amount of cash spent over previous offseasons and they keep it within that range! Just a very fascinating look into what's possible and actually realistic in terms of how the organization could approach this Very Important Offseason™️

[enhypendata]

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[neillesimstories]

ruins of the old theater is a perfect place for the parties!

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

The closer we get to TTPD the more I wonder if the eventuality of releasing rep tv down the line kinda gives her the ick lol

[stardustthread]

BACK TO THE WIND AND THE WIND’S ON MY BACK‼️‼️

[apollocabinrep]

Guys..what if, what if I make "Dear Micheal Pt 4" but it's from Jake Mason? What then..?

[skyland2703]

Fandom: *main ships are characters A x B or B x C*

Me: hmmm…. You know what…

Me: *pairs up A x C*

Also me: HMMMMMMM that’s better