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11 July 2014 @ 01:22 am
A Ghost in Mind [Part Two]  

Title: A Ghost in Mind [2/6]

Pairing(s): JeTi

Rating/Genre: PG-13, for now; AU Angsty Romance

Warning(s): Rating ranges PG-13 to Mature

Disclaimer: I don't own Soshi. I don't own anyone, in fact. All Fiction.

Chap. Summary: Meeting Tiffany does nothing to lessen Jessica’s internal battles.

Author's Notes: This would have been posted sooner, but I fell sleep AND this freakin’ post took some formatting gymnastics. So, you bishes get to experience my groggy editing. *releases the balloons and blasts f(x)’s Red Light album*



Part Two: Jessica

--

Tiffany Hwang was as stunning as she said.

And she mentioned it a copious amount of times. Frankly, Jessica grew tired of the accolades a month into their initial relationship.

Jessica sipped her virgin mimosa, staring at Tiffany two tables away. The woman, she noted, did everything in sharp bursts. One, two sugars into her tea. Three brisk stirs with a spoon. One languid sip before the teacup connected with the tabletop. Whether Tiffany was functioning out of nerves or habit, Jessica hadn’t decided. All in all, it aroused her curiosity.

“Jessi, would you be a dear and bring out the rest of the quiche?” Mi-Kyung, her mother, requested, balancing aged fingers onto her shoulder.

Moving brunch to the sweeping patio outside was Jessica’s idea. It gave her a chance to breathe some fresh air between her domestic tasks of the day. Plus, there were fewer reminders of her in the open area.

Jessica offered her prettiest smile and rose at once. Acting as a support system for the older lady started taking its toll halfway through the week. Jessica didn’t mind being of help, but sometimes her voice would sound like hers or she’d bring up a particular moment that’d send her into a fury of tears. She needed to get away. Everything in the house brought her to the forefront of Jessica’s mind.

She’d been slaving over the gas flame since that morning. More of a distraction from falling into her own head than a wish to eagerly please the brunch attendees.

Middle-aged ladies dominated the afternoon--the majority of them vaguely-familiar acquaintances of Mi-Kyung. Probably from their church. She kept a small number of close friends--namely Jessica and Sungmin. Despite having a personality that could charm the dullest soul, she’d built a wall to her private life. More than likely as protection. If the wrong person found out the town darling’s sapphic orientation, scandal would erupt.

For Mi-Kyung’s peers, Tiffany’s presence delivered enough scandalous talk. Once small groups of hissing ladies drifted into the kitchen (where she’d been cooking/hiding) to dissect the “suspicious woman in an inappropriate dress”, Jessica knew the person she’d been dreading had arrived. Sungmin parked himself next to her to do his own gossiping.

As much as she tried not to, she eventually warmed up to Sungmin. He called Jessica his little sister--remembered her birthday and shared her love of old sci-fi films. On occasion, they even went to the cinema as a pair when she had a late shift at work. Forever respectful; not a bit flirty. This gained Jessica’s trust...and piled onto the guilt.

He had vented about Tiffany through disgusted lips, fashioned as a “present-day harlot”. Jessica busied her hands and eyeline on the cutting board. Noticing the one-sidedness of the conversation, he quickly said sorry.

“I shouldn’t unload on you, Jessica. I’ve been a headcase lately,” Sungmin added, patting a back pocket for his car keys, “You’ll understand when you find that someone.”

It took every shred of her willpower to not cry in front of him. As the food baked, she eventually found Tiffany.

Her Tiffany.

Jessica tugged the charm at her breast and sighed.

Two small platters of quiche sat upon the kitchen counter. Jessica stopped short of lifting a tray when she spotted an unfamiliar dish abandoned on the dining table.

Jessica thumbed off the plastic top and drooled at the contents. She hadn’t tasted rice krispie treats in a decade. The weariness of the day briefly vanished as she jabbed a pointer into the dish to retrieve a hefty square.

“Shit, this is orgasmic,” she moaned, indulging in the perfect ratio of cereal and marshmallow.

It’d probably be the last moan Jessica would produce, now that she was gone.

On her second block of crunchy decadence, Jessica placed the quiche onto her mother’s table. She licked her fingertips and eyed the gathering.

“Who made rice krispie treats? They’re superb.”

Oblivious expressions blinked back at her until Tiffany--of all people--straightened her throat pointedly.

“Those would be mine. At least someone’s taken a liking to them.”

Jessica tried her hardest not to frown. “I could eat the whole batch myself.”

“Be my guest.”

Tiffany’s clipped response sounded almost semi-friendly. Jessica bowed her head and collected the treats for the younger girls. They’d probably appreciate them more.



As expected, the brunch turned into an evening event. Most of the women were enthralled with a drama’s series finale while Jessica gathered emptied plates and containers from the round tables. She was relieved for the subject change. Discussing her sent Jessica into the bathroom sobbing more than a couple times. Her eyes needed the rest.

Jessica contemplated prep for a simple dinner when somebody snatched a plate from her hands. Tiffany, blank face revealing nothing, lifted herself from a chair and cleared the rest of the table. Jessica nodded thanks.

She and Tiffany didn’t utter a word until the patio door to the kitchen closed.

“I’m done with this,” Tiffany scoffed as she dumped her stack into the sink.

Clinks of dishes and running water served as Jessica’s answer.

Tiffany didn’t seem to care either way. She scrutinized the full sink with slivered eyes. “Can’t someone else take care of that? You’ve been running around all day.”

Jessica shrugged, rinsing a plate to slide into the dishwasher rack. “This is how I mourn. I drown myself in work.”

“Doesn’t sound healthy.”

“Why do you care?”

Tiffany fisted a handful of utensils and loaded its section of the rack by type. “I don’t. Only, you look as miserable as I do.”

“Mi-Kyung’s been through hell. I’m easing her burdens.”

“Good for you.”

Jessica mumbled loud enough for Tiffany to hear. “I don’t see what she saw in you.”

“Mind repeating that?”

“You heard me.”

Tiffany shook excess water from a bowl. “What’s it to you?”

“She was...the love of my life.”

The dark-haired woman exhaled at the quiet confession. “For how long?”

“Since college.”

Jesus Christ.

Jessica cranked on the noisy machine, letting its clunky, watery lurches of effort eat up some well-needed thinking time. “Do you drink, Tiffany?”

“On holidays, birthdays, and special occasions.”

“Does this qualify as special?”

“I only drink wine.”

She couldn’t tell why Tiffany’s faint smile gave her a temporary glimmer of calm. Why even attempt to reason out her emotions at that point?

“Let’s get out of here.”



Bringing home a woman who wasn’t her sent a pang of guilt into Jessica Jung’s gut. She lingered in the doorway, watching how Tiffany strolled through her apartment as if she owned the property. Her red-bottom heels clicked sharply on the floor. Red, red. Like a devil.

“How much did this place set you back?”

“None of your business.”

“Oh, dearie,” Tiffany laughed ruefully, glancing over a shoulder. “For tonight, secrets shouldn’t exist.”

“Fair enough.”

Tiffany’s dress wasn’t as heinous as the churchladies implied. A rich Tyrian purple, of a foreign brand women dream of wearing in a fabric worth more than some houses. Possibly tailor-made. A little on the tight side, but it certainly complimented those curves.

“Should I take a picture?”

She knew her face now matched the underside of Louboutins. Tiffany’s smirk exuded too much power. “S-sorry. I tend to zone out.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

Jessica swallowed cotton, suddenly craving that wine. “Yes, I did.”

“Even after she married Sungmin?”

Jessica hurried nto the kitchen and pulled a chilled bottle of Viognier from the refrigerator. This would be her first time admitting it aloud, so the confirmation thickly coated her tongue. “Yes.”

Tiffany’s elbows rested upon the island counter, eyes settled on Jessica screwing a metal opener into the cork. “I suspect Sungmin had no idea.”

“We were careful.”

“A year-long affair. Bravo.”

“Three years. They’d been engaged two years prior.”

“Slut.”

Jessica wrenched the cork from the bottleneck with a low ‘pop’. “Is that how you get your cheap thrills? Making others feel like crap?”

“I’m not seeking a thrill. I want some fucking answers. Why’s her mom treating me like a complete stranger?”

“You left,” Jessica snapped, slamming the butt of the bottle onto marble.

“Why are you pressed about it? I apparently made space for you to be her poetic side piece.”

“You’re just as bitter as you’re dumb. I had to run through hoops to inhabit the space she reserved for you. At times, I wished you would have shown up at her front door and ended our misery.”

Our misery?”

“She told Sungmin about you. And her mom. And me.” Jessica filled two wine glasses to the brim. “Can you imagine living in the shadow of an absent yet omnipresent ex-girlfriend?”

Tiffany left her drink untouched. “Why’d you stay?”

“I actually loved her.”

“I loved her, too.”

“No you didn’t. You loved the memory of her. I’m the one who comforted her when her grandmother died. I brought her coffee during her graduate thesis meltdown. I attended the bulk of her charity events. I...encouraged her to marry Sungmin because it’d make her family happy.”

“I would have done those things. Minus the final one.”

“If you’d been here. That’s a big if, isn’t it?” Jessica drained half a glass, then topped it off with the bottle still clung to her hand.

“So, now it’s my fault? High school sweethearts break up. It happens.”

“You know her. She doesn’t give up easily.”

“Would you have lived a content life as ‘the other woman’?”

Jessica grappled at the collar of her chambray top, giving way to her flushed neck. “Her happiness meant the most to me.”

“You’re a fool.”

“There’s such thing as caring for others more than yourself. You call me a fool. I call you selfish.”

Tiffany’s gaze fell to her glass. Wordlessly, she got drinking.

Jessica knew that Tiffany didn’t harbor the key to all problems dating her. Though, observing the wench suck at the wine like it was her life force provided some satisfaction.

When she first met her, with her bright eyes and anime shirt, Jessica fell immediately. And hard. In college, she’d been involved in a jugglers’ club. A natural performer who’d light several torches aflame to put on a show. Jessica’d never met a more impressive individual.

She’d been her muse. One taste of hersoft lips and Jessica filled Word documents and notebooks with poetry. She was brilliant, too--the girl could memorize a Jessica Jung original after only a few reads. Gifted, lovely, talented.

Too good.

Too good for this Tiffany.

“So, Tiffany,” She peeled golden foil from the bottleneck with a thumb nail. “Who are you dating right now?”

“Why, you interested?”

Jessica wasn’t one to bitch glare, but Tiffany slowly brought out her worst qualities: drinking before bed, trusting strangers in her home, judging harshly. She couldn’t stop herself and the Viognier wasn’t making matters better. “Are you always so flippant?”

“Grow a sense a humor, will ya?”

“Nothing’s damn funny about evading yes or no questions.”

“And she swears.”

“You…” Jessica finished her glass. “are insufferable.”

“I’m single, i.e., the status that allows me to fuck around without strings attached. That is, if the other person is single, too.”

That did it. “How? I want to know…” Jessica secured her grip on the wine bottle and waved the flute with her other hand. “what did she see in you? She was sharp-witted and clumsy and goddamned amazing beyond--” She swung the glass in a U-shape, sending the meager remainders dribbling down her wrist. “--beyond all reason and the moon and the stars…”

“Jessica. You've had enough.”

“Whatever. I’m losing my godforsaken mind because deep down, I hate her for loving you.” Jessica swigged directly from the larger vessel. “I’ve lost sleep over this for years. What kind of love do I have if I secretly hated a part of her? The part of her that wouldn’t let you go?”

Soon, she felt Tiffany’s cold palm on her arm. “Jessica, I normally wouldn’t give a damn what you do to yourself, but holy shit, simmer down.”

Tiffany’s cold grip. Like the Grim Reaper. Death. “You killed our love. You!”

“Quit talking fucking nonsense. I didn’t do shit to your little affair with--”

“You did your damage! She could never give me her all, I, she--”

“Then, stop treating her like a fucking martyr. She chose the easy path, you idiot. Husband, proud family, and you quietly on the sidelines as her stupid poet mistress. You were a mistress, Jessica. If she loved you, she would have picked you.” Tiffany wrenched the bottle away, roughly sliding it to the far side of the island. “But she didn’t because you’re...a...fucking... woman!

Stupefied, Jessica blinked out hot tears.

“Who knows if it would have worked out with me? Sungmin probably would have been in the picture and I’ll tell you one thing--I would not have stuck around to--”

“You didn’t stick around at all!”

“I went to college.”

“Did they not have internet at Princeton?”

Blood rushed to Tiffany’s face as she finally broke from her cool exterior. “She wasn’t a saint! Why am I the evil one when she cheated?”

“She was never the same after you. Mi-Kyung told me. You ruined her.”

“Funny for the mother to blame me for fucking up her daughter. I bet part of it involved her being gay, huh? Is that it?”

“You broke her. Sometimes, she’d start talking about you as if you were right around the corner, waiting for her. Stuck in the past at the point right before you left.”

“Then, something was wrong with her.”

“Don’t you dare…” Jessica held her glass out like a dagger, threatening.

“Listen,” Tiffany stepped forward anyway. “I think she was sick.”

“No, no. She wasn’t. No.”

“Jessica, Jess…” Tiffany cupped her face with those same deathly hands. Only, they’d warmed since their earlier struggle. “Jessi…”

Jessica jerked, not entirely from her hold. “W-what did you call me?”

“I called you Jessica.”

“You...you said…”

It happened. One thing--among many--that scared Jessica about meeting her first love. She found a common habit between the two. For a fraction of a second, she’d been holding her, calling her ‘Jessi,’ the pet name she gave her after going on and on about dubbing her ex as ‘Fany’. Jessi.

The late nights at the shelters when they were alone, pretending their partnership meant something more official, when Jessica would break down and tell her she couldn’t take the pain any longer. In her lowest times, when she swore that she’d leave. She would seize her softly by the jaw, like Tiffany, whispering, “Jessi, you’re not going anywhere. I need you.”

“Jessica, you’re bleeding.”

The voice that didn’t belong to her startled the woman from her memory. Sensing a pinch of pain, her pupils trailed to her balled fist where shattered wine glass dripped red.

“I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Jessica shook her head, sniffling through an appreciative smile that Tiffany didn’t deserve. “You must be tired, Tiffany. Take my bed.”

“I was only kidding about the couch.”

Please, Tiffany. I don’t want to argue.”

A final moment of hesitation later, Tiffany retrieved her overnight bag from its place on a chair and disappeared into the bedroom. The duffel bag was teal. Her favorite color.

With bloodied fingers, Jessica touched the beetle charm dangling from her neck and released a fresh batch of unforgotten tears.


[Author's Note]And there ya go! More JeTi interaction. Man, I respect you angst!writers, 'cause this is draining. haha. Btw: I hope you bishes be votin': Billboard= Yessss Sones.......Oh, and I shortened the title a bit. Idk. Felt right.
 
 
Current Mood: groggygroggy
Current Music: f(x)- Milk
 
 
 
xsunray: Sica01xsunray on July 11th, 2014 06:34 am (UTC)
HAHAHAHHAHAHHA ME I AM FIRST. SPOT.
checkinyourbra: Seotae01checkinyourbra on July 11th, 2014 06:40 am (UTC)
CONGRATULATIONS, BB. I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT. <333
xsunray: Sica01xsunray on July 11th, 2014 07:16 am (UTC)
That was intense.

I KNEW JESSI WAS TERRIBLY HEARTBROKEN AND DEEPLY AFFECTED BY TIFFANY'S IMPORTANCE IN her LIFE. I COULD SEE INTO HER. OMGGGG JESSI MY LOVE.

Okay, now that I've calmed down a little and don't sound like some lunatic, let me continue. Jessica's pov is wonderful, I really like this structure because we get to see things from the one who stayed and the one who left. The contrast, their level of grief and the whole 'you weren't there I was' and ' so what if i'm there' is fantastic. Love it!

I think Tiffany's importance to her has seeped into Jessica and suddenly, Tiffany is just as important to Jessica, in a twisted way. It's my warped mind at work, don't mind it haha. Oh, she's starting to get blurry in my head though, like the whole image of her. I don't know why but I think that's your desired effect, yes?

With bloodied fingers, Jessica touched the beetle charm dangling from her neck and released a fresh batch of unforgotten tears. --- A terribly painful ending, and the blood really made the whole image more vivid for me. And unforgotten tears, oh mannnnn.

I can see this story too well, it's bad for my mental health. Gah.

Heyyy bb below heyyy, i heard we hang out at the same place hehe. I'd gladly be your blanket :shifty:

P.S: LA bb, don't squish me cheeks *pouts* No I'm gonna cackle 5ever at you. And I hope you aren't so worried now <3

Edit: I forgot something that I wanted to write. I saw this line "Jessica sipped her virgin mimosa "and read vagina instead. coughcoughcough.


Edited at 2014-07-11 10:18 am (UTC)
checkinyourbra: tiffany02checkinyourbra on July 16th, 2014 12:00 am (UTC)
Intense is my middle name. >:D...Okay, it's not.

Btw, Jessica looks beaut in your userpic. Her haaaairrrr <333

LOOK AT YOU CHANNELING EMO!JESSICA. ALL THE GAY COOKIES FOR YOU.

You don't sound like a lunatic. ^^ Calm works, tho.

we get to see things from the one who stayed and the one who left...I think Tiffany's importance to her has seeped into Jessica--You smartypants. :thumbsup:

It's like ~omnipresent ex gf Tiffany~ has been a part of their relationship from the get-go. Guess Jessica had no choice but to always wonder, ya know? It's twisted; I like twisted. ;) The blurriness of her is one of my desired effects, I suppose. I still don't find her identity very important for this story to work. ANYWAYS, she'll be revealed all the same~ Or not if I wanna be a douche.

Don't you mean it's PERFECT for your mental health??? As if you don't have angst of your own cooking up. >_>.....*looks at book of blood*

I'LL SQUISH YOUR CHEEKS AS I SEE FIT. And yessss no more worries. :')

.......yousawthatcuzyou'reagayperv.period.
exp_ithetaexp_itheta on July 11th, 2014 06:46 am (UTC)
Oh well, second spot's comfy as well. Ray's top spot can be my blanket. *burrows*
checkinyourbra: yoonsic01checkinyourbra on July 11th, 2014 06:51 am (UTC)
Omgggg burrowing in a blanket!??! *Wades in the cuteness.* Ajsjskdkkfkflf <3

OOP. Tried editing the wrong comment. Mah b. >_>

Edited at 2014-07-16 12:22 am (UTC)
exp_ithetaexp_itheta on July 16th, 2014 12:29 am (UTC)
Omg, your edit reminded me that I haven't commented properly yet. >< WILL GET RIGHT ON IT AFTER WORK!!!
checkinyourbra: jessica01checkinyourbra on July 16th, 2014 12:32 am (UTC)
Omg how embarrassing. This happens on LJ sometimes. >.<

Comment whenever it's good for you, bb. Heads up--I plan on updating tomorrow-ish. ^^
exp_ithetaexp_itheta on July 16th, 2014 04:40 pm (UTC)
(Oops, sorry, I think I goofed up, and the last comment may or may not have gone through on anon. Here it is again, just in case. Please ignore the other one. ><)

Aaaaand, here I am! Hope I made it before you post the next chapter, hehe.

1. Gosh, I can't imagine troublesome it must have been for you to change the colour of every single 'she'--LJ formatting is such a nightmare. It really helped, though. The italicised bits don't feel jarring/disruptive anymore! :D

2. I liked the descriptive section from at the beginning of this chapter. The level of detail from Jessica's POV really shows how unhealthily obsessed she is with Tiffany. It feels almost as if she's finally gotten the opportunity to scope out the competition, albeit posthumously. xD Third paragraph in particular was excellent. Little things like that bring characters to life. How is it that you manage to write great dialogue AND great description???

3. Rice krispie scene! I got flashbacks of your previous fic. A bit of your humourous style is slipping through, eh? I liked the brief break from all the serious/angsty mood.

BUT THEN WITHIN A FEW LINES YOU BROUGHT ALL THE TENSION BACK AGAIN. HOW.

4. And confrontation! I don't know, Tiffany, was following Jessica home really such a great idea? The woman strikes me as a wee bit unhinged (understandably so, of course). Is going to her house, alone, really safe?

The dialogue was excellent! Even though they didn't actually come to blows, I was half expecting them to at any moment. The hostility pervading this scene was DELICIOUS.

5. "Then, stop treating her like a fucking martyr..."
Wow, this paragraph. I actually winced as I read it. What Tiffany said was so true, and, while I believe that Jessica knows it on some level, having it thrown baldly in the face by the one person she's blamed for everything all this while must have hurt. A lot.

6. Speculations: I got Sunny, Sooyoung, and Hyoyeon vibes from this chapter. I don't even know why, exactly. Is it the anime shirt? Her church-y mother? The juggling? I am convinced that you're writing her as an amalgam of all seven of the rest of the members. So, here, here's my guess: She is TaeSunHyoYulSooYoonHyun. xD

(Tbh, I wouldn't even mind if you don't end up revealing who she is, after all. It'd feel appropriate, somehow, I think.)

Okay, that's about it. Thank you for posting. I hope the next chapter is coming along well. :D
checkinyourbra: tiffany03checkinyourbra on July 20th, 2014 02:06 pm (UTC)
Aaaaand here you are!

Oooh a numbered comment? For little ol' me? :3333 You know I love these.

1. THANK YOU, BB. I'm so proud of it. I went through so much trial and error to find the most suitable option so, yaaaaayyy. *creys buckets of tears*

2. "Unhealthily obsessed" is a good way of putting it. Awwwww thanks, bb. That means a lot since i still feel like I could push my descriptions. <3

3. I LOVE RICE KRISPIE TREATS I used to make them for parties all the time :DDD That's why I can't insert myself into these fics too much; everyone will notice. But, I lightens the mood. ^^

YOU KNOW I HAD TO BRING THE TENSION BACK.

4. Oh, gurl Personally, I wouldn't do it....okay, if it was Jessica, I would. >_> Tiffany's grieving in her own way, knows there's something a little ~off about Jess, yet goes to her place all the same. What's she trying to accomplish with this? :OO

DELICIOUS hostility?? Like, rice krispie delicious??

5. As if Jessica wasn't hurting enough, Tiffany splashes her in the face with truth tea. Clearly, she's not wary of any unhingedness. xDD She pretty much summed up a big chunk of her frustration, though. The deceased friend she knew wasn't Miss Perfect and Jessica knew this. Glad to get a wince outta ya.

6. an amalgam of all seven of the rest of the members. So, here, here's my guess: She is TaeSunHyoYulSooYoonHyun. I like this the most.

(From the beginning, I had a couple people in mind while writing and I did give her all-nine qualities to help make her identity less and less a factor in the story. Still, I'll reveal someone since that's where many people's mind's wander.)

THANK YOUUUU for the delightful rundown. :3333
whyyyyyyyparachuterawr on July 11th, 2014 12:15 pm (UTC)
SPAWT.

EDIT:

Okay, goddamn. It's not Taeyeon.

Also, is it wrong to love the tension between these two? Cuz okay, so much angst. Wasn't expecting any of this actually but gurllll your words. YOUR WORDS. GAVE ME THE FEELS AND THE CHILLS.

Also also, for some reason, (inserting The L Word reference here) this reminds me of when Dana died, Alice and Lara were clinging to each other for comfort. God I miss that show.

Also also also, I tried to vote for the billboard thing but guess what. Internet actually hates me.



Edited at 2014-07-11 10:01 pm (UTC)
checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on July 15th, 2014 11:53 pm (UTC)
Parachute bb!! :33

First off, I'm amused. May I ask what makes you sure it's not Taeyeon? xD

Oh gurl, no. Enjoy the tension. Revel in itttt. As I typed this diddy up, I kept worrying, "Is this angsty enoug? OMG what's angsty enough??" ...who am I kidding? I'm still doing that. Hahaha. CHILLS?!?! WONDERFULLLLL >:DDD

The L Word came to mind for me, too. >:D Clinging for comfort after death is something I find very interesting...and sexy.....>_> Yeah, you'll see.

Hahahah the internet can't hate you *that* much, love. Besides, we're on Round 2 now and winning so far. :DD

Thankssssss~~~
yuukistar22yuukistar22 on July 11th, 2014 12:51 pm (UTC)
IM HERE IM QUEER AND THIS BE MA SPAWT
checkinyourbra: jessica01checkinyourbra on July 15th, 2014 11:47 pm (UTC)
YOU ARE QUITE QUEER, SO I BELIEVE YOU. :33
yuukistar22yuukistar22 on July 21st, 2014 09:50 pm (UTC)
OH.

My.

God.

That was...wow. Fucking intense but holy shit this needs to be a movie or a drama BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING AMAZING *screams and hugs screen* This is something I can totally get my teeth into ^3^

IVE NEVER HAD THE JOY OF HAVING RICE KRISPY TREATS. LYFE IS OVER D:

And the endless quips man...twas like bam bam BAM, argh their aggression to one another is so on point and I am in loooooove with everything~~ urgh angst is my faaaave (well second to smut of course ;D )

I aint gonna guess who ~she~ is nope....GOD DAMMIT I WANNA KNOOOOW D:

Urgh this was wonderful and I'm sorry this comment lacked....all elements that make a decent comment XD Thanks for sharing bb~
checkinyourbra: tiffany03checkinyourbra on July 22nd, 2014 05:11 am (UTC)
Dat reaction, tho!! *curls in a gay ball of happy*

I walked to the subway reading your comment on my phone, grinning like a perv on Smutmas morn~

If you give me the $$$, I'd be all about making this show/movie happen. Now, if only we could get Soshi to act in it for real....*taps chin*

OMG WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? BB. THEY'RE SO SIMPLE TO MAKE. SRSLY.

Quips, dips, flips and whips. All for you, gurl. ;D Angst and sex are your faves? Welp, you've stumbled upon the right fic. >_> LOL You'll find out her identity. Patience~

This comment had everything. Don't you worry. xDDD Thank youuuuu ♥
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checkinyourbra: jessica01checkinyourbra on July 16th, 2014 12:06 am (UTC)
Hahahahah you'll probably get more tomorrow, I believe? Depends on where the wind takes me~~~

Original?!? >.< Yeyyyyy. You may OR MAY NOT. find out her identity soon. Let's learn a little bit more about JeTi, shall we? :33

JeTi struggle with knowing that /she/ didn't see either of them with the same priority they've placed on her--My comments are chock full of smartypants types. Of course, y'all have much more angst experience than I do, so I appreciate the sincere insight. :')

Yeah, the italics was unavoidable for this to work. The formatting different colors with this layout is sooo...:creys: Glad it's minor; I had a reader or two say that it helped them out. Thank goodness. Just want to try new things~~ Hehehe yeah those rice krispies have LA all over them.

Yoongie would be SO cute juggling fire. :OOOO

Thanks for reading, bbbbbbb~~~

Edited at 2014-07-16 12:06 am (UTC)
jzmasterofalljzmasterofall on July 15th, 2014 04:42 am (UTC)
Ray unnir told me you're nice so I finally plucked up my courage to comment on your story.

You know the love and heartbreak is real if it ruins a perfectly good Rice Krispie. Js.

Ah but the angst, the angst, where to begin? Jessica so clearly isn't ready to let go of HER. Whoever SHE is (I'm saying Sunny but it may very well be some nameless person), she's well... fucked up Jessica for lack of better words. Not at all a healthy relationship (poet mistress to married in-the-closet woman is never a good combo) and I sense the Jeti dynamic could become as equally if not more destructive unless she starts thinking a bit more clearly (unlikely) or Tiffany forces Jessica to see more clearly if she sticks around (of course she will. I think.)

These two aren't off to a good start. That ending just emphasizes how long and tiring a journey healing will be if there is any healing to be done.

This comment was not at all coherent or constructive and so I apologize. I am sleep deprived.

Nice work though! It's adding on to my already depressed state >_
checkinyourbra: tiffany01checkinyourbra on July 16th, 2014 12:20 am (UTC)
Awww 'Ray Unnir' *squeeeeeessss*

WELCOME, BB. Hehehe you don't have to be too courageous, bb; I'm very harmless. <3

A rice krispie treat should never be ruined. Never.

Poor Jessica's not ready for a lot of things. And yeah, she has caused some long-term damage. As many happy moments they experienced, there's this sullying layer of regret. Boo. LOL yes, that combo sucks, doesn't it?? xDDD The JeTi dynamic can go either way, honestly. All depends on what I want. >_> hurhurhur. Neither of them are currently at a good place.

Yey glad to see the ending made an impact on you, too...but but bb....DON'T LET ME MAKE YOU MORE DEPRESSED. And GET SOME SLEEP (like I can talk hahaha)

Thankssss for the comment, bb >.<



Edited at 2014-07-16 12:21 am (UTC)
jorgenzenjorgenzen on October 9th, 2014 06:25 pm (UTC)
Hmmmmmmm. Should I prepare my heart properly? I'll be back, love.
checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on October 11th, 2014 01:09 am (UTC)
Hmmmmmm. *scratches chin* Maybeeee?? :333

*pats head*
jorgenzenjorgenzen on October 14th, 2014 05:32 pm (UTC)
*slaps your hand away because of the feelings you made me feel in this fic*

Ofcourse, Tiffany is stunning. I love the opening. I love Jessica's opinion of her appearance. Even though it's just a one line. It speaks volume of what's next. In this, it becomes clearer and makes more sense. My heart reaches out to Jessica's fragile composure. Her commitment to being a mistress. Dubbed as the other woman. Oh so painful. Damn the love that could make people do such things for someone.

I was a little pissed at 'she'. I was pissed at Jessica at how weak she can be. I was pissed at Tiffany at how insensitive she can be. But I admire the qualities you've made about them. I love how interconnected they are in so many levels. I really love how Tiffany would.. just say it. (Albeit being insensible at a time like that)

Ah, these flawed humans and flawed loves. I enjoyed the lines between them. The exposed Jessica. The vulnerable side of her. Secrets are out. And it hurts. She actually bleeds in the end.

“We were careful.” <- I like this. I don't know why. But it says a lot. My heart sighs in pain for Jessica.
checkinyourbra: jessica01checkinyourbra on November 1st, 2014 02:06 am (UTC)
You wouldn't *really* slap my hand away. ADMIT IT!!!

And feels?? ehhhehee yesss.

gaahhhhh You make me feel like I accomplished so much with that first sentence. I wanted to show introduce Jessica right in the middle of her "Tiffany-agonizing" moments. Like, you can tell that she's thought about this a lot and now that Tiffany was right there...

My fragile mistress Jessica. D: Love's a crazy thing, indeed.

I'm loving you being pissed at everyone. Makes my writer heart swell, ngl. ^^

Gotta show their flaws in the beginning, ya know? At least for this fic. :000 And thankssss for pointing out the lines that speak to you. I'm grinning.
sle3piesle3pie on January 1st, 2015 10:20 am (UTC)

Soo much angst!!!
Athough you have begun to answer the questions I had from the last chapter, as well as giving insight from Jessica's perspective, which I was hoping for.
Glad to see you posted the Taengsic story, I need to quickly finish this multi-shot so I can make a start.

checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on January 2nd, 2015 08:07 am (UTC)
ANGST CITY!!!

Jessica supplies most of the insight into her life. Though, you can learn a bit from Tiffany, too. :33

Yes, it's all posted and ready for ya~

Thanks for commenting, bb. :DD