#you know. jay park adjacent.

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how do you like yuqi‘s new song featuring lexie liu??👀

see you're literally killing me with this ask bc this is the first time i even hear about it and you know i love lexie liu and hate idle like🤣🤣🤣 so naturally i had to check it out and decided to listen to it and i can confidently say i hate it and im glad it's under 2min long so it was over quick! i liked lexie liu's part though! i dont like most of her collabs bc she's unfortunately under 88rising and i am sorry but they have so many bad artists😭😭

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easy mode

pairing: lee heeseung x f reader

genre: brother's best friend au

word count: 2.9k

warnings: not explicit but veeeery suggestive, alcohol consumption, swearing, lots and lots of jealousy aka very bthb coded

note: Another reupload! I wrote another ~3k of sacred monsters today and saw this in my drafts and realized I never posted it. If you read it before, I hope you like it just as much! If you haven't, I hope you enjoy!

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Lee Heeseung likes to do things the easy way. 

It’s not that he’s lazy, just... efficient. A fan of the path of least resistance. He knows how to pick his battles and does so sparingly. 

Heeseung minds his own business, keeps his eyes on the path in front of him and rarely lets them stray. And he definitely, definitely never pokes his nose into other people’s problems. 

It’s a philosophy that keeps his head on straight, that allows his friendships to remain low-maintenance and sans drama. It’s what’s kept Jay at his side for the last fifteen years, even through the trials and tribulations of elementary school playground altercations, puberty-fueled fights in the middle school locker room, and most recently, the frustrating misalignment of their post-graduation work schedules. 

Four years ago, Heeseung thought a bachelor’s degree would be his ticket to success, not a soul-sucking nine-to-five that leaves him itching for a drink or three most Friday nights. Luckily for him, Jay’s in the same boat. 

But tonight, sitting next to his best friend on his favorite slightly wobbly bar stool, Heeseung almost misses the monotony of their usual Friday evening happy hours. 

He’s nursing his third beer, which would usually go down like cold water, even though time and tipsiness have turned it lukewarm. Tonight, though, Heeseung’s eyes keep wandering towards the same corner table just over Jay’s shoulder. 

And every time they do, the muscle in his jaw strains a little further. The beer on his tongue tastes a little more bitter. 

Heeseung hates making things complicated. He doesn’t get involved. He doesn’t. But–

“Are you gonna do something about that?”

On the adjacent bar stool, Jay glances at Heeseung. “About what?” 

Heeseung just keeps his eyes trained on that table, that spot over Jay’s shoulder. 

Picking up on the hint even through the pleasant haze in his mind, Jay turns his gaze to follow Heeseung’s nonverbal cue. It takes him only a matter of seconds to locate what has his best friend in such a mood. Or rather, who. Although Jay isn’t quite sure why. 

He’s digging for clarification when he looks back at his friend. “What do you mean? Did she do something weird?” It wouldn’t be exactly unlike his younger sister to do something slightly embarrassing in public. 

Heeseung’s jaw just tightens further, betraying annoyance. Finally, he puts words to his irritation, saves Jay from his suspense. “You’re gonna let that idiot put his hands all over your little sister in the middle of the bar?”

Jay frowns, turns over his shoulder once again to make sure he isn’t seeing things. 

He’s not. From this angle, at least, Sunghoon’s hands are at a perfectly respectable distance from you. Not that Jay could do much about it either way. 

He tells Heeseung as much. “What am I supposed to do? Drag her out by her ear and force her to join a convent? Ship her off to a girls only boarding school?” 

Jay laughs humorlessly. He’s not exactly thrilled that you and your friends chose to patronize the same bar as him and Heeseung tonight, but he doesn’t want to linger on it either. In fact, he doesn’t want to do anything but forget his woes this evening, drown his sorrows in overpriced pints of whatever’s on tap. 

He’s perfectly happy with his back turned towards you. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. “She’s twenty-two.”

And that wasn’t what Heeseung was suggesting exactly, but now that Jay mentions it…

“You’re okay with Park trying to play tonsil tennis with her then?”

“Dude,” Jay winces, setting his beer down on the bar, stomach suddenly queasy. “Gross. That’s still my little sister.”

Which is exactly the card Heeseung is hoping he’ll play. But all Jay does is sigh. If Heeseung didn’t know better, he’d think the exasperation was directed at him instead of the loser he’s pretty sure is currently trying to make himself Jay’s future brother-in-law. 

Jay checks over his shoulder one final time for good measure. It confirms whatever he’s looking for. Mostly the fact that Park Sunghoon’s lips are too busy cracking mediocre jokes to be making sloppy passes at his sister in public. 

Hoping to put it to rest once and for all, he turns back to Heeseung. “Besides, it’s Sunghoon,” Jay reasons. He finds it in himself to reach for his beer again. “She’s known him since preschool. He’s practically like a second brother to her.” Jay takes a sip, misreading the rise in Heeseung’s agitation as familial affection. Trying to soothe it over, he concedes with a nod, “Or third, I guess. I’ll let you be her second.”

Like always, Heeseung lets it go. He goes with the flow, rolls with the punches. 

Well, at least on the outside. 

But even if he weren’t so committed to never rocking the boat, this is hardly the time or place to correct Jay’s assumptions that his feelings towards you are anything but brotherly. 

That, he decides, will have to be a revelation for another time. Preferably in a situation where Heeseung is well out of arm’s reach and Jay is in restraints of some sort. 

Those, after all, are the only circumstances in which he could ever disclose just how decidedly not brotherly his feelings towards you are. 

In fact, his feelings are a lot more aligned with that stupid game you used to make him play as kids. The one where you put on the white dress you’d gotten from your cousin as a hand-me-down, an assortment of grape juice, finger paint, and pasta sauce stains scattered along the hemline. 

The one where you’d gather a bunch of dandelions from your overgrown backyard and call them a bouquet. 

The one where you’d live out all your grandest six-year-old dreams of walking down the aisle towards a handsome prince with the latest Kidz Bop rendition of whatever love song was most popular on the radio crackling through the cheap speaker you stole from Jay’s bedroom. 

The one where you’d drag Heeseung away from the player number two console, much to Jay’s unending annoyance, and force him to play the part of your groom. Even at six, you were a force to be reckoned with. An argument-winning fiend that even your older brother could rarely best in a fight. 

Heeseung played along, more than anything, because he was scared to face your wrath if he declined. But he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t feel a little funny in his chest every time he watched you walk down a makeshift aisle made from your mother’s missing tablecloth. 

So no, Heeseung doesn’t give a shit how long you’ve known Sunghoon. After all, what does Sunghoon know about your childhood dream to get married in a garden full of roses? Judging from the way it looks like he keeps trying to get you to take a sip of his drink, he doesn't even know you can’t stand the taste of Coke mixed with liquor. 

But Heeseung knows. He was there the night you developed the aversion. The night you decided bottom shelf tequila and the soda you snuck from your parent’s fridge were your best friends for the evening after junior prom. The night he held your hair and rubbed soothing circles into the skin between your shoulders as it came back up a few hours later. 

And he was there for the rest of it, too. All of the little moments, the big moments, and everything in between that spun the tapestry of your formative years. 

The day you finally got your braces off and didn’t stop smiling for three weeks straight. The time you sprained your ankle trying to hide Jay’s favorite pair of sneakers in the alarmingly tall tree in your backyard. The night you cried for four hours straight when you found out Jake Sim from biology was a big, fat, liar that was indeed texting other girls for homework answers. 

There may have been moments, tangled up in that swirling mix of memories, when Heeseung felt nothing but a brotherly sort of affection for you. A desire to protect you from the world and a distinct sort of pride when he inevitably failed and you rose to the challenge anyway. 

But Heeseung also remembers what it felt like to stand across from you as you recited your six-year-old attempt at recreating marriage vows, and he thinks he never really stood a chance. 

So tonight, glancing over Jay’s shoulder again, Heeseung watches as you lean a little further into Sunghoon, straining to hear him over the cacophony in the bar. 

And the anger he feels in his gut is not brotherly in the slightest. Nor is the red, hot, scalding jealousy that burns his throat every time he forces himself to swallow it down. 

Searching for a distraction, he busies himself with his beer once again, letting Jay’s unwanted evaluations fall to the wayside for the time being. 

Immersed in the dregs of his own despair, he almost misses it. The flash of movement as you slide out from your seat next to Sunghoon. 

His eyes track your movement with the quiet focus of a predator on the hunt, watching as you disappear around the corner. 

Heeseung mumbles some excuse about needing to go to the bathroom that Jay only partially hears before he’s stepping off of his bar stool, beer forgotten on the counter behind him. 

Your footsteps are easy to follow as he traces the predictable path you forge to the opposite corner of the bar. Heeseung’s bathroom excuse was a good one, he’s pleased to discover, once he realizes that’s precisely where he’ll be meeting you. 

The line is long, but it moves quickly. Only a handful of minutes have passed when you emerge again. This time, Heeseung doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t give you the chance to walk back and make him watch you from a distance for the rest of the evening. 

Doesn’t give you the chance to so much as look at Park Sunghoon again. 

Instead, he wraps long fingers around the skin of your wrist, dragging you to the adjacent hallway where it’s empty, quiet. Secluded. Away from any wandering eyes or unwanted ears. 

Any protests of yours are overtaken by surprise, and by the time you finally find them again, they’re replaced by questions. 

Heeseung may be a captain of a steady ship, a firm believer in the merits of smooth sailing, but he’s never been able to resist the urge of liminal spaces like these. Moments with enough plausible deniability that Jay won’t have a reason to give him a bloody nose or threaten his life if he so much as looks at his little sister again. Exchanges that he hopes will linger with you long after the two of you have parted ways. 

Desire for ambiguity aside, the position he puts you in is compromising no matter how you spin it. Your back against the wall, Heeseung leans over you, cages you in like he’s after something other than your answers. 

Something more. 

But the gap between your bodies is deliberate, a way for him to backtrack if the situation calls for it. An escape route if he needs it. He really, really hopes he won’t. 

Your wrist is still in his grip, light but demanding, when he finally says, “Park Sunghoon? Really?”

He can’t help it, the way his words are warped with poorly disguised venom. He really cannot stand the guy. 

“What?” You hope you can blame the obvious breathlessness in your voice on shock. “What are you–?”

Heeseung won’t leave you wondering for long. “You think he can handle you?” With the way you’re wrapped up in Heeseung’s hold, the challenge, the comparison, is apparent. 

Your shock morphs. Hardens. Gaze narrowing, you relax a little into his grip. 

Your words, however, remain combative. “Handle me? Am I a wild animal?” You scoff. “I don’t need to be han–”

And, oh, this is Heeseung’s favorite kind of tightrope. His very best balancing act. He loves it, thrives on it, revels in it. 

This exchange of heated words that never go anyway but to your head. He hopes you’re seeing fucking stars. 

Heeseung leans an inch closer. He’s breaching dangerous territory. He’ll blame it on the alcohol if he has to. Glancing at your eyes, holding your gaze, he doesn’t think he will. 

“Who said anything about you needing it?” He’s so close that you feel his breath on your cheekbone, ghosting across your temple. It’s warm, leaves your skin tingling in its wake. “I’m talking about what you want.”

Something unreadable flickers through your gaze. If Heeseung didn’t know any better, he’d call it desire. But it disappears before he can name it, replaced with contempt. As if Heeseung is nothing but a pest, a fly to swat at until it stops buzzing. “Awful presumptuous, don’t you think?”

Heeseung only grins. He’s not like this, usually. Even when his intentions are less than pure. Just like everything else, he flirts in obvious ways. He doesn’t play games or speak in riddles or hope that subtleties will do the job for him. 

But it’s just so easy with you. “I don’t know.” He leans in closer. “There are a few ways we could find out, though.”

If your breath stutters, you’ll disguise it as another scoff. “Pray tell.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Heeseung inclines his head in a mockery of an apology. Pet names are another thing he keeps reserved for these stolen moments with you. Another exception to the rule that he refuses to examine further. 

For a moment, he lets his eyes do what they want. You feel the heat they scorch in their path from your nose to your chin back up to your molten gaze. 

“I’d rather show you.” Heeseung pauses, biting at his bottom lip. “But I don’t think I can do any of the things I want in public.”

You hate the way he does this. The way he never says what he means. The way he skirts around his desires with such heavy footsteps but still leaves you feeling foolish for drawing obvious conclusions. 

The way your heartbeat stutters regardless. But tonight, you’ll hold firm. If he wants anything from you, he’ll have to spell it out. “What are you saying?”

Heeseung is as evasive as always. “I’m saying that Sunghoon’s too nice for you.” There’s a hard edge in his eyes when he adds, “You’ll eat him alive and still be begging for more.”

Fine. If he wants to play games, then you’ll roll the dice too. Make scathing comments and heated taunts with whatever numbers you land on. 

This time, it’s you that leans in. “Should I make sure to find you, then? When I’m all done with him?”

Heeseung’s eyes light up with a renewed vigor. You can’t tell if he’s furious or the most delighted you’ve ever seen him. “Careful,” he breathes. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing at.”

You smile. Sweetly. Innocently. Leaning in further, your mouth is scant inches from his. 

“I’m not playing at anything.” It’s a blatant lie, but you’ve become well acquainted with denial, too. Picked up a few tricks from the master himself. “You’re the one that dragged me here and started demanding that I ditch my friend.”

Heeseung grins as if you serve no purpose but to amuse him. But there’s a hard edge in his voice when he asks, “You let all your friends look at you like that?”

“Only the ones I really like.”

And now you’re under his skin. Exactly where you want to be. “Careful,” he repeats, even lower this time. “I’m not as nice as him.”

You won’t heed any warnings, and especially not ones given from him. 

Heeseung is all talk. All bark and no bite. You almost wish he would bare teeth, just once. 

But Jay is still sitting on a barstool just one room over, and no matter how much he likes toying with you, you have the sinking suspicion that Heeseung’s loyalty will always begin and end with his best friend. 

He’ll press up against the line, will skirt the edge of the boundaries between you every chance he gets, but you’ve yet to see any indication that he’ll ever cross it. 

Just once, you want to be the one with him wrapped around your finger. Want to watch him become putty in your hands. 

“What are you gonna do?” Unblinking, you hold his gaze. “Handle me?”

A blurred line dissolves completely. Heeseung’s resolve slips, just a fraction. His eyes are still guarded, yes, but there’s a desperation that wasn’t there before. “Is that an invitation?”

“A challenge,” you correct, taking advantage of his sudden surprise to slide out of his grasp, maneuvering away from his hold. This time, he has no choice but to turn as you begin to back away, to let his eyes follow your lead. 

The misstep might have been miniscule, but it was enough to tip the balance.

For once, the results of this game are under your sole control. You have choices, ones that would leave him in the dust and ones that would put a trophy in his wandering hands. 

In the end, you discard it all. You have only one final demand for him. It’s a whisper that’s barely audible, “Rise to it.”

Heeseung doesn’t need to hear it twice. 

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Thanks for reading :) If you enjoyed, let me know!

[soobnny]

classmate au | park sunghoon

❝ what do you have for lunch today? ❞

heeseung | jay | jake | SUNGHOON | sunoo | jungwon | ni-ki

alexa play 0x1=lovesong

in your head, he’s the love interest with 0 interest in you🥲😢😢😢😢

it’s bc he’s so DAMN famous in your school

yes he’s your classmate .. ltrly in the same room but u cannot make conversation with him

he sleeps in class when he can like he will be DOZED OFF !!!!

nobody rly approaches the pretty boy

you’ve heard he’s rejected a handful of people before

you wont make a move for sure

so why does Park Sunghoon drag his seat so he’s sitting adjacent of you

why is he pulling out his lunch box and putting it on ur little table

WHY IS HE EATING WITH YOU

you don’t say anything when he does it

and he doesn’t say anything either

honestlyyyy…. it’s a little awkward like wtf is happening rn this is a Simulation

BUT you’re eating lunch together

and guess what

it becomes a constant thing too 😭

like he’d just silently drag his seat and you know he’s on his way to your table to eat lunch

is it because you’re one of the few people who eat in the room instead of the canteen??

tbh WHO CARES

unattainable campus crush park sunghoon is in front of you and eating lunch with you for some reason

it makes ur heart go crazy becos !!???!!!

he doesn’t rly acknowledge anyone

it’s bc he’s always busy being exempted for some competition

he finally starts talking to you when he sees you watching a yuzuru hanyu video during one of your little lunch sessions

tbh it was just a small video on tiktok that u scrolled by and returned to bc wow that spin was so cool

it’s when he starts making convo that u find out he’s actually SO funny and so unhinged

he’ll start laughing to himself 😕😕

also will tell the most UNFUNNY dad jokes

you only laugh because his laugh is so loud and so unrestrained

tho you do tell him his jokes are horrible

and he makes everyday a mission to tell you a joke that’ll genuinely make you laugh

it becomes your thing

he’ll just randomly show up in front of u and start cracking the most terrible joke

“rip boiling water. you will be mist!”

cue his laughter

you: 😐😐😐 not funny didn’t laugh

then sunghoon becomes more of a friend… not some unattainable crush figure !!! a friend !!!

some of his favorite things to do with you are watching videos during lunch AND sharing earphones while you listen to music

your fyp on tiktok now is both of ur shared interests

you even have a folder on each of ur phones for tiktoks u wanna share to each other that u pass by when u aren’t together

no he doesn’t send u the link like a normal person

sunghoon waits until class to show u so he can see ur reaction face to face

and the whole listening to music ??? u’ll just be seated side by side and staring into the distance sometimes

spacing out is wonderful <3

so now instead of sleeping .. he’ll just offer u an earbud so you can put it in your ear and listen to him

has a secret playlist for u (u don’t know this)

the photo for the playlist is the only photo u have together btw

it was when u were checking ur face on ur front cam and he just suddenly appeared in the back with a peace sign

it’s adorable

he bugged u to airdrop the photo 9284 times that day bc u refused to at first

it’s so 180 the way you suddenly become friends with him !!!!!

another thing he does is laugh at how you enjoy playing candy crush, calling you a grandma as if he doesn’t act like an old man

and then he gets so invested when you let him try

will cheat to get more lives and fuck up your time settings on your phone

btw he always talks about you A LOT 😭

his friends will know everything about you before you even meet them

“so, what level are you in candy crush?”, jake would ask the first time you meet

“excuse me, what??”

“sunghoon talks about you aaaall the time, it’s getting a little silly. like i know your go-to order at a cafe.”

“yeah like isn’t ur favorite color ___”

u look at sunghoon like ?????? and he just has a guilty smile on his face

but he doesn’t deny anything

you’d be shocked to suddenly see him as your seatmate one day like he rly switched with the person sitting next to you

laughing at your test paper scores together is also a fun little activity the two of u do

and then crying as you cram study in one of ur homes or on call when it gets too late

“hey can u help me with this chemistry question”

“ok give me a minute”

would open up those white board apps and screenshare his phone to start helping u with a part he understands but u don’t

he was 828283 screenshots of ur calls together

btw you CANNOT go to the library

you know that if you go to a library together … yall are NOT studying 😭

also u enjoy just shooting each other questions back and forth before the test

u would also probably come up with ways on how to cheat im sorry like u guys will have this whole grand scheme only to chicken out of it when u actually take the test

anyways

one day, you ask him why he had suddenly started eating lunch with you

bc like !!!! u’re happy he did but why so suddenly yknow

you’re grateful tho bc now u have someone to text like 25/8 and call whenever u’re bored

BUT U WANNA KNOW WHY. what started it

“i don’t know... i’ve always wanted to talk to you. you’re always so funny in class”

“and you didn’t say anything because??”

“i was gonna say something then i totally chickened out and then it was too late to say anything…. thank god for yuzuru hanyu.”

asks u to be his gf while teaching u figure skating for the first time

bc u finally ask him like dude why r u ALWAYS absent from classes

he’s like oh no biggie i’m ltrly just an athlete that competes in national events 😹😹😹

WTF !!!!!!!!

u knew he was competing in something but he never mentioned Figure Skating before

he is a fraud of a Friend

“sunghoon what does our friendship actually mean to u … WHERE IS THE LOVE”

but then he’ll go .. “want me to teach you?”

he’s forgiven now

“teach me figure skating??”

“yes” and he’s SOOOOO excited about it

he helps you find which skates to wear like he makes sure u have right size so ur feet don’t hurt

doesnt let u borrow those polar bears to hold onto

he can be ur polar bear

tho, when u do get tired .. he finally rents one and lets u sit on it while he pushes u around

it’s so much fun

except for when you fall

tho … it’s important for me to tell you that when you fall on your butt, he has heart eyes

and he holds your hands the entire time

he asks u to be his gf when you skate ur way across the rink without his help

sunghoon got so happy he just blurted it out

“be mine”

BYEEEEEE ofc u say yes

tho u think he’s joking at first

he does repeat it when you eat ramen after .. he’ll be like r u actually fr ??? did u actually say yes to me ??? u wanna deal with my jokes forever ??

oh dear

you should invite yuzuru hanyu to your wedding honestly 😭 thank u to ur fyp

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! last of the series, let me know what you think!

[pandoa]

Hi new follower here!! and also congrats to your 100+ followers too! i saw your event, maybe can i have a request? sunflower and Lilacs in childhood playground theme with Jack Howl, please?

Sunflowers ~ “my heart is yours, just as the world is the sun’s”

Lilacs ~ “you are my first. allow me to be your only”

~jack howl x gender neutral reader~ childhood friends to lovers!

hello jay! thank you sm for your request! my writing's been a bit rusty lately, but i still hope you like whatever i've written for you lol. i tried capturing that childhood friends to lovers vibe heh- have fun reading!!

♡snot, mud, and innocent i love you's♡

The first time Jack met you, you were covered up in snot, twigs, and what seemed to be mud entwined in the disheveled locks of your hair.

Not very appealing for first impressions, but, really, what was he expecting? This was a playground for rambunctious children to fool around in—anything was possible, really. Some kid probably beat you in a gruesome game of tag which had you fall into the puddle of mud that was conveniently placed a few feet adjacent to you. What kind of jerks would leave another kid here on their own, alone, all messed up and crying for, huh? Jack thought as he took a closer look at your condition. Dirt clung onto the soft fabric of your sleeves as you glared at the green grass stains on the pads of your knees. The stains mocked you with a cold stare as remnants of your wet tears blemished your rose-colored face, leaving your small, defeated form sitting silently near the center of the playground’s open field. 

You looked utterly miserable for a kid.

However, your rumpled appearance didn’t seem to faze the young Jack Howl. Truthfully, your current predicament only captured his childish attention even more as his worry for you, a stranger, fluctuated into curiosity. Curiosity of a child that wondered why you were there now, covered in soot-like mud from the forming puddles in the cloudy playground. Curiosity of a child which led him to slowly approach your tiny figure with an innocent wish to sit beside you if only to keep you company. Jack didn’t know exactly why he was so drawn to you, though. All his eyes saw that day he first met you was a fallen constellation with a slight glimmer shining in your eyes from the burning tears you had shed. The gentle wind of the park whispered through the locks of your hair in a way that left the young beastman unknowingly entranced by your lustre. A consoling emotion arose within the depths of his consciousness and drove him to offer his small hand out to you in return for your own as a new friendship bubbled between the both of you. Because even though your sobs had filled the deserted playground with endless cries pointed toward the dry leaves stuck in your hair and the ruined condition of your once colorful clothes, Jack still thought you were entirely flawless. Maybe this was what adults had meant when they said to view the world with rose-tinted glasses—because you were beautiful back then, and you were most certainly beautiful now as well. 

Jack used to wonder what this fluttering feeling in his chest was the moment you first turned to face the young beastman on that day. But as you both had grown together into the helpless teenagers you were now, to him it was as clear as the waters of a flowing river.

He loved you. As much as a man in denial could gradually come to admit his love for his best friend, but love nonetheless. Because even after years of you two knowing each other, Jack had found that the fluttering he felt in his chest and stomach the first time he met you had not gone away; it only grew like a blooming flower that was nurtured under your friendship. And although it embarrassed him to admit, the only way to keep this budding flower alive was to have all of your love water it with your affection. In a “more-than-just-friends” kind of way, the boy thought. 

“You are my first. Allow me to be your only,” Jack’s voice softly played across the colorful obstacles of your childhood playground. It was the very place Jack had first seen you, and you recognized it like an old memory that constantly played through your mind in reminiscence. 

“I’ve denied it for too long, (Y/n), and I don’t think it’s very fair for you to keep speaking to me without knowing my real emotions,” your wolf-like companion had whispered with defeat tainting his tone, “My heart is yours, just as the world is the sun’s.”

“Wait, huh—?” your eyes widened in confusion. He couldn’t perhaps be admitting what you thought he was admitting, correct? A barely even noticeable blush then formed at the center of your cheeks. You could feel the fastening pace of your heart racing at Jack’s words.

“I know it’s kinda hard to believe, but I’d be more of an idiot than Ace and Deuce if I kept on hiding this from you so—”

You tried calming down your friend’s running mind, “Jack, hold on—” 

“I love you,” he hurriedly interrupted, the rush in his voice obvious with nervousness as he realized his impulsiveness, “I, uh, love you, (Y/n). I guess.”

A playful smile grew on your face as you turned to properly face your childhood friend, both of your hearts palpitating as a matching red painted your cheeks.

Who knew that the day Jack had caught you crying in this very playground all those years ago would lead to this.

a/n: does this even make sense

[thoughtsaboutsnape]

Doing a little hard drive tidying and going through some of my many hundreds of started and abandoned fics.

Most of it is Mycroft Holmes-related (I switched note-taking apps when I started doing Snape stuff). Who wants to see what's on my hard drive?

Mrs Hudson's Christmas Fancy Dress Party

Mrs Hudson's Christmas fancy dress party was a date to fear and dread. Three days before 'the event', John and Sherlock would find themselves wearing rubber gloves and clutching jay cloths as Mrs Hudson instigated 'operation clean flat'. Then there would be the annual 'de-Sherlocking of the kitchen', followed by the traditional 'almighty consulting detective tantrum'. 

It was always worth the nightmare, Sherlock would go the full hog with some ridiclous costume that would require John's assistance all evening. This year was no different.

"There's no poison in that or anything is there?" John asked nervously, staring at his flatmate who was dressed in a splendidly fuzzy black and yellow costume complete with delicate wings and scarily realistic stinger.

"Don't be ridiculous." Sherlock snorted through his bee mask, "I couldn't get the delivery system to work. It kept dribbling down my leg." He sounded disappointed.

"Well, that's a good thing." John popped his deerstalker onto his head.

Sherlock peered at him. "What is that?" He pulled off his bee mask, "No! John, I forbid---"

"Hello!" A suspiciously Molly sounding cat waved from the doorway. "Oh, you look very good, Sherlock."

"I'm hoping he'll provide honey in the morning."

"John, I'm obviously a bumblebee and bumblebees do not produce honey, in fact---"

"We get it you're a bumblebee, here have a drink." John shoved a beer into Beelock's hand and moved into the living room with Molly.

"I like your Sherlock costume." Molly grinned.

"I wanted to be Batman but this would piss Sherlock off more."

Half an hour later, the party was in full swing. Anderson (in a dinosaur costume) was having a hard time dancing with Sally (nurses costume) but nothing could compare to Sherlock's energetic bee dance (he insisted he was demonstrating the various bee communication methods but it looked more like the twist to John).

In the kitchen, John Steed (Mycroft) was having a lively discussion with James Bond (Lestrade) concerning Emma Peel (Anthea).

---

The first blast rocked the car, causing the driver to lose control and spin uncontrollably into a parked car, flipping it onto its roof. Glass tinkled around Mycroft as he tried to free himself from the seat belt. Something warm dripped into his eyes obscuring his vision. He felt a pair of hands on him, blinking he saw it was Anthea dishevelled and bleeding. She swiftly got his seat belt undone and together they squeezed out the cars broken back window. 

Around them the world was silent but for a distant car alarm. Leaning against the car, Mycroft could see the car blown apart in front of them. A badly damaged taxi was adjacent to the blast. He blinked slowly. 

Anthea put a hand on his sleeve and he knelt beside her, helping their driver out of the car. He seemed to be more shaken than hurt. The three of them stood staring at the devastation around them. Then they heard it, the unmistakable sound of a baby crying. Without a second thought, Anthea and Mycroft raced towards the taxi.

That's when the second bomb went off.

--- (this could be related to the above, but who knows where I was going with this xD)

The beeping in his head got louder. Mycroft frowned against the intrusion. He was comfortable and warm, his brain filled with a pleasant nothing and he didn't want any intrusion in his comfortable little world. A squeezing pain on his ear lobe finally forced him to open his eyes. He blinked, trying to bring the figure leaning over him into focus. 

"Ah, excellent. You're awake." Harry sat back down, hooking one knee over the other. "You know there's a long line of people out there who want to smother you with a pillow."

Mycroft blinked and reached up to remove his mask. "What day is it?"

"Tuesday. You've been out three days." Harry popped a grape into his mouth.

"Is Greg...?"

"He's barely left. Your parents took him home. I sent Anthea home to get some rest but I doubt she will. Oh, and John Watson made your brother go home about an hour ago."

"Sherlock was here?"

"Yes, harassing the nurses. I don't think I've ever seem him quite so agitated." He popped another grape into his mouth. "You really have caused a remarkably amount of bother, perhaps I should add myself to the list."

"I do apologise."

"Yes." Harry selected another grape. "She sends her best wishes and hopes you enjoy the grapes."

Mycroft glanced over the almost empty fruit bowl. "Tell her they were delightful."

---

When Malcolm Tucker first met Mycroft Holmes he took one look at the impeccably tailored three-piece suit, the certain primness, the fucking umbrella and thought "pretentious Oxbridge twat."

---

[ultfreakme]

You know, I've been thinking recently about the fact that Damian and Flatline and Jon and Jay are very much like their parents. Like, the obvious similarities between Jay and Lois, Clark and Jonathan (Like father, like son), Damian and Bruce (Like father, like son 2x), and Nika and Talia. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.Maybe someone has talked about it, but know I'll be the second person to do it :)

P.S I like the parallel between Jay and Lois the best. People who will fight to the last for their cause, ideals and the people they care about. Both are very smart, brave, cunning and strong individuals who will tear down everything in their path. Especially, Jay is a fan of Lois, which makes this even better for me. It's like his character was built on the Lois archetype, but with a few differences. How can I not love them, bro😭

YESSS!!! Anon a lot of people have mentioned these comparisons so we aren't alone in this, but this is the first time I'm seeing the Talia-Nika comparison. I'd love to know more, since I'm not really an expert on Talia. It's very fun.

I know Jay and Lois the best and I really like it too. Jay feels like a standout to me because there are a lot of characters who are based on the Lois archetype. Lois and Clark/Superman are such huge pop culture icons, their relationship dynamic permeates every medium where there's even an inclination towards the superhero genre. Lois shaped plenty of character tropes.

A lot of love interests across Marvel and DC have been given the "journalist" role. It's often directly journalism, but writers try to copy by changing the answers a little by making the love interest's job journalism adjacent, like news reporter, writer, anchor, etc(MJ has been forced into that role, Linda Park-West was a journalist, and now a fiction writer. It's a trope to a point it got parodied in Phineas & Ferb and a bunch of different shows).

Jay is the first male character to be given the archetype, and it's done in a really innovative way. His journalism doesn't exist solely to fulfill the role of being a superman love interest. His interest in it stands independent of Jon and has longstanding effects in the story of DC overall, as we see in the current events with Waller and Suicide Squad.

Lois is the character who upholds 'truth' in Superman stories. Her desire for this comes from her rebellion against her father and her disapproval of corruption and American imperialism. But she is often a white American woman. She has to go to other places, she is not a part of the struggle. She's a medium of sorts.

Jay, on the other hand, lived through the news story Lois was reporting about(she actually investigated Gamorra on her own waaaay before). He's an amplifier, he's the story. His drive to be a journalist comes from a deeply personal place, and his desire to deliver truth is an act of rebellion and liberation for his people. He highlights the voice of a marginalized community the DC Universe. And yeah its a fictional country but Gamorra's struggles are so easily spotted in the real world, it's uncanny. With Jay, it's a lot more focused, it isn't about just a news story anymore. Jay's struggle and the story of Gamorra is ever-present in the DC universe. I think Jay really elevates the "journalist" archetype.

He's also got powers obviously, so he isn't just reporting, he's also taking direct action. It's amazing rep and I think jay and Gamorra's story is really relevant to current times which is why I love it even more.

[mywifeleftme]

195: Run the Jewels // Run the Jewels

Run the Jewels Run the Jewels 2013, Fool's Gold

Even as someone who was very hyped for this monster mash album to drop back in 2013, I could’ve used El-P and Killer Mike’s chances at becoming mainstream music stars as a creative simile for extreme remoteness. Run the Jewels started life as a Watch the Throne joke—e.g. while you pay obeisance to the supposed kings, we’re behind them jacking their shit. The name seemed right: any time you put Mike on a pop-adjacent track, he sounded too brash, too angry to fit the scheme, whereas El-P probably scanned to most listeners as like, Comic-Con Bubba Sparxxx or something. It remains bizarre to contemplate that El-P’s original crew, Company Flow, released their groundbreaking Funcrusher EP a year before Jay-Z’s Reasonable Doubt, and Mike had been OutKast’s war dog since the turn of the century. In other words, these were two rapper’s rappers who made a living on rhymes but didn’t seem likely to have say great prospects of retiring comfortably.

It just goes to show what a creative release strategy (Run the Jewels dropped for free at a time when that concept still had some novelty) and an absolute banger record can do for ya. After years of ambitious, CD-stuffing projects by both men, Run the Jewels is a trim 33-minute object lesson in the power of elite shit-talking. Ten years on their particular chemistry is fixed enough to be fondly roasted, but at the time I’d never heard either man rap as freely, or hilariously, as they did here. Some particularly treasured bars:

Woo, they done let that fuckin' Mike out It's like Tyson in the '80s Nigga snap and punch your lights out, yeah It's like Tyson in the '90s, if I'm losing, take a bite out I'm so motherfuckin' grimy, so motherfuckin' greedy, gritty Mama said she couldn't breastfeed 'cause I was bitin' at the titty — Mike

Yo, Killer Mike and El-P, fuck boys, think about it Fuck you gonna sell me? You don't know a thing about us Women dosed with ayahuasca drum circle and sing about us Dolphins prone to rape'll hear the tape and stop to think about it Monks will immolate themselves until the record hits the shelves Yetis walk right out the woods to cop it without thinkin' bout it Workers at the sweatshop kill they boss to how the vets drop Worker ants surround their queen and chew the bitch's head off Drug dogs bark at the tour bus when it park Priests take the cock out of their mouths To hum along when the chorus drop — El-P

It's time for Skywalker talkers t’meet the true Darth Vader I hit your mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect Before I Melvin on you, Jody, put my arm on your neck Or worse yet, be the reason your girl want a divorce Be at her crib with your kids saying ‘Fuck your fort, lil' nigga!’ — Mike

Born to the next-gen system Slow water drip to the temple to live in a prison When the walls don't appear to your vision One floor down from that mall's that prison Where shower stalls'll get all y'all missin' Pardon me, I got half-wit vision But fuck I know? I just crawled here, cap'n — El-P

I'm fat but I dress nice, and bitches finesse Mike They suck the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes — Mike

I'ma smoke 'til the planet erases Build a white flag out of Zig Zags, wave it — El-P

And so on. Alongside El-P’s signature production, limber and consistently knocking, it is the sheer “What will they say next?” pleasure of two elite battle rappers trading the mic back and forth (something that doesn’t happen on Watch the Throne as often as you might remember) that scratched the deep itch of boom-bap-bro nation. Over three more excellent LPs to date, they’ve expanded their sound and skewed ever more topical, but RTJ have never abandoned the template that made them unlikely stars. And for my money at least, it’s this first one that best stands the test of time.

195/365

[whats-wild-to-you]

Dark Horse (100 Days sequel)

[aftermath]

[Jay’s POV]

I watched Soo-jin fidget with her hands, constantly rubbing them against the fabric of her pants. Her gaze was casted downwards, she was avoiding my stares.

“You’re okay.” I said reassuringly, but refrained from wrapping my arm around her shoulder like I wanted to.

She just nodded, but I realized she wasn’t so sure herself. The fact that she agreed to my proposal so fast last night made me think she would be okay. Now I regretted ever asking her, but it was already too late to back out.

Instead of doing the interview at home, like I thought we would, hyung had the brilliant idea to rent a suite in a hotel. To preserve our privacy, he claimed. Maybe that’s why Soo-jin was shaking like a leaf. On top of having to do something very hard, she was also in a unfamiliar environment. For a moment I forgot she wasn’t used to situations like these, while they were like second nature to me.

When she lifted her head and looked at me I had to hold myself back from grabbing her and dragging her out the door, into the car, and back home.

“If we do this, we’ll have our peace. We can put everything behind us.” 

I smiled and nodded at her, but realized she wasn’t really talking to me. Rather, she was giving herself a pep talk.

“Mr. Park, Ms. Jang, we’re ready for you!” The interviewer announced. Everything was set up. The living room area of the suite looked like a tv studio.

I looked over to Soo-jin, who was anything but ready.

“Excuse us for one moment.” I said to the older man apologetically, while pushing Soo-jin towards the adjacent bedroom.

“You look horrible, maybe this was a bad idea.” I remarked, tilting her head so she was forced to look me in the eyes.

“No. I’m fine! Please. Let’s get this over with!”

“No, you’re right. Sometimes I’m too impulsive. I make plans without thinking about the consequences.”

“Well, I thought about the consequences, and I’m okay doing this.” She tried to put on a brave face but I saw how scared she was. I wanted nothing more than to hold her, kiss her, take her anxiety away, but I hesitated. And the worst part was, I didn’t know why.

Soo-Jin looked at me, grabbed my hand, lacing her fingers through mine, and lead the way back to the living room.

“You two are good to go?” The interviewer asked, focusing his gaze on Soo-jin. She smiled and nodded, sitting back down on the couch so a crew member could attach the mics on us.

[Soo-ji’s POV]

When the camera man yelled ‘cut’ I felt sick to my stomach. Literally.

I quickly apologized and fled towards the bathroom, retching as I puked in the toilet.

I felt Jay’s presence behind me, his one hand reaching for my hair, keeping it out of the way, while the other was stroking my back in circular motions.

“Are you sick?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper and laced with concern.

I got up and shook my head, walking over to the sink, splashing some cold water on my face.

“Just nerves.”

I sat down on the rim of the bathtub and Jay joined me.

“So when is this going to air?”

He looked at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. I knew his mind was elsewhere. Suddenly he got up, smiling brightly at me. “Wait here!”

He sprinted out the door, and I was left wondering what he was hatching this time.

A knock on the door broke the silence. I opened the door to find Mr. Kim standing in front of me.

“Are you done already?” He remarked puzzled when he walked into the empty suite.

“Yeah, you missed all the fun!”

“Was it awful?”

“I threw up right when we finished, so, yes! It was awful!”

“Where’s Jay?” Mr. Kim blurted out, looking past me.

“I have no idea. He suddenly got up and ran out!”

“I bet he had the same idea I had!”

“Which is?”

“I’ll let him tell you. You two need to celebrate this win!”

He hugged me, and left immediately. Minutes later Jay walked in again.

“You just missed Mr. Kim!”

“I saw him in the hallway. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. Let’s go!”

“Gladly.”

Our celebratory dinner consisted of ramyeon, samgyeopsal and a bunch of side dishes Ri-Na had dropped off a couple days ago. And lots of soju.

“Oh my God, I’m full!” I exhaled, putting my chopsticks down. Jay was rubbing his belly like he was five months pregnant. It made me laugh and for a moment I forgot about what had happened earlier in the day.

“About earlier.” Jay began, his tone cautious. “I caught up with the tv crew in the parking garage. I told them to hold onto the video, and not air it yet.”

“What? We really shouldn’t drag this out!”

“Instead, I told them to make a copy of the unedited video.”

“Why? What are you plotting again?”

“I’ll send the copy to my stepmother.”

“You’re going to blackmail her?”

“We laid it all on the table, every secret I ever had. Who would buy that book now anyway? I’ll save her the trouble and a lot of money.”

“You think it’ll work?”

“I don’t know her very well, never cared enough to get to know her, but from what I remember she cares a lot about what the public thinks of her.”

“Do it then! Send her the copy.”

[Jay’s POV]

A pesky vibration woke me up from my slumber. Soo-jin was stirring next to me and I patted blindly on the nightstand until I got a hold of my phone. The vibration stopped and I checked the time. 

3:18.

Carefully I slid out of bed, only to have Soo-jin clinging onto my arm.

“I’ll be right back!” I whispered into her ear, kissing her temple lightly.

“Hurry.” She mumbled half asleep, making my heart race.

“You better have a good reason for waking me up in the middle of the night!” I whisper-yelled into the phone. After the short call, I silently went back to bed. I laid down, spooning Soo-jin, pulling her close to me.

“Good news?” She asked, turning around so we were face to face. Despite it being pitch black in the room, I thought I was still able to see the glint in her eyes.

“The best.” I countered, placing a dainty kiss on her nose. “Now go back to sleep.”

[Soo-jin’s POV]

Jay woke up the next morning with the best mood ever. I had momentarily forgotten about the call he received last night, and hurried up in the shower so I could ask him about it. 

Jay though, had entirely different plans. Suddenly he opened the shower door, standing there stark naked, grinning at me.

“Noooo! I’m starving, please!” I said pleadingly, trying to convince him that I was already done showering.

“Move over. I’m not going to have sex with you in the shower!” He retorted in fake dismay.

“Ooh. Sad.” I giggled, while soaping up his back, before leaving the cabin so he could shower in peace.

When Jay came out of the shower, breakfast was already done. I poured us two cups of coffee and sat down next to him.

“What was the call last night about?”

Jay almost choked on his coffee, he was that eager to respond.

“Hyung. He called to say that my stepmother called him in the middle of the night, because she saw the video.”

“Oh my God! She basically admitted she was behind the threats!”

“Right? She demanded to speak to me but hyung wouldn’t give her my number. Instead, he told her if she stopped the release of the book, we’d promise to destroy the video.”

“But how can we be sure she’ll really keep her end of the deal?”

“Hyung found out the publishing company that was supposed to publish the book and threatened to sue them unless they burn all the copies.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah, I texted him earlier and he said he was on his way there to supervise.”

“Mr. Kim missed his calling. He’d be a great detective!”

“Don’t tell him that! He already thinks he’s Sherlock Holmes. Hey, do you know what that means?” Jay said, looking at me expectantly.

“Mr. Kim took care of everything, there’s nothing left for you to do, we can get naked again and have shower sex?” I replied, winking.

“No! It means we can finally enjoy our life together. No more drama.”

“Less drama. More shower sex! I’ll drink to that!” I raised my coffee mug for a toast.

“What is wrong with you?” Jay snorted in between giggles, cocking his eyebrows.

“I’m ovulating. And I’m horny. Why won’t you have shower sex with me?”

“Because I don’t want to have to tell our child how it was conceived. So only missionary from now on!” He said as a matter of fact, chewing on his pancake.

“You’re kidding! You’re not kidding. I- we-”

“I know, we’ve been dating for a minute, but it feels like we’ve been together our entire lives, don’t you think?” He turned to look at me, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“You want kids? With me?” I never thought about kids, but suddenly I found myself toying with the idea.

“Why do you sound so surprised? You know how much I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life!”

“Me too.” I eventually said, blinking back tears of joy.

“Now that that’s out of the way, I believe I heard you say something about ovulating? Let’s go make a baby!”

“Right now? Finish your breakfast first!” I said, unable to control my laughter, but looking at Jay, I knew he wasn’t joking at all.

***

The End

[zukkacore]

Hey, so I was just looking at the spell Animal Messenger and idk if you've seen this but I thought of you:

"By means of this spell, you use an animal to deliver a message. Choose a Tiny beast you can see within range, such as a squirrel, a blue jay, or a bat..."

CHEERING BC CONFIRMATION BLUE JAYS EXIST IN DND / SPYRE—HUGE IF TRUE!!!!

ADDENDUM: BLUEJAY IS SPELLED AS ONE WORD IN DND / SPYRE AND NOBODY THOUGHT TO INFORM WIZARDS OF THE COAST / BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN? ... SAD!

Ok. Bits aside. Actually that's so sweet <3. Can't believe the word bluejay activates an extremely specific sect of the perverts and beloved adjacent friends like sleeper agents. I don't know what clone lore you've been exposed to since (i've been trying to spare everyone on main) but since you're here we have J4 updates (if you're already privvy to some / all of these i'm so sorry):

sadly, she no longer has all 4 of jace's braincells. She's in a situationship and honestly having a crush kinda is the mind killer so she's just as bad as the other jaces

she plays bass and only listens to bands that play every tuesday in the parking lot of the black pit and have .5 listeners on spotify

she smokes but she's trying to quit

she collects knives. Prefers them to spellcasting.

she orders things with jace's credit card for herself and the other clones

she secretly wants to multiclass paladin and is trying to work up the strength but also. Doubt b/c she doesn't want to be even more Porter-coded than she already is (she would LOVE ankarna but. that's an issue for another time)

She sometimes goes by Ellie which is short for "Electra"

She gets to pick the movie on movie nights and it's always some No Budget Indie Horror Schlock

She's going to make it out of the torment nexus. She really is.

[sunshinerapmonster]

Detective ᰔᩚ chapter one - trashy Beer

"Hope you like soju" Chapter 1: Trashy Beer Season 5 Episode 1: Reform *Trigger Warning*

Isabella sat at her desk drinking the coffee that she bought before she got to work. Her desk was boring almost empty, there weren't any personal items on her desk. It was just the computer, pens, phone, and a jar of candy. Everyone else desk was decorated with family pictures, plants, and color. She kept a picture of herself, Erin, and Kim they had taken at an event they had gone to but other than that no more pictures. She missed Erin but she understood why she had to leave she was glad that she was still a cop in New York Specifically an FBI agent.

"Good morning Bella," Kim said sitting on the top of Isabella's desk.

Isabella sent Kim a smile, "Good morning sunshine" Isabella replied

"Voigh's obtain a lead on the gun deal," Alvin said as he marched down the center aisle of the desks, "we're to meet him on site to debrief. Load up and follow me no lights and no sirens" ༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

The team stood in a circle with their vehicles surrounding them everyone was wearing their bulletproof vest and guns loaded up with bullets ready for them to shoot.

"The gun dealers are two bikers out of Indiana. Buyers are gangbangers associated with south-side Hawks. We don't have any names yet" Hank said.

"Uh, deals going down inside the old seminary," Alvin said

"It's been abandoned for five years. Two adjacent buildings are abandoned as well. Once we're inside, Al and I are gonna enter here from the west. Ruzek, you and Atwater going in here" Hank said pointing at the map of the building with his glasses that were on the hood of his car, "Park and Halstead, you go in this way"

I nodded my head, "Sarge, we have movement on the west side. One male, white. One male, Hispanic. Both were 5'10 to 6 about 170 pounds, tatted up, and carrying large duffel bags. They just got out of a black SUV with— Indiana tags" Kim said into the radio.

"Copy that, here we go," Hank says.

The group followed Adam into the building with their guns pointed out in front of them.

The group then went their separate ways, Jay moved in front of Isabella they arrived at a closed door Jay moved to the other side as he was about to open the door a shot was fired at them.

"10-1, 10-1. Shots fired at the police. 4533 west archer" Jay says into his radio, "You ready? You ready?"

"Yeah," Isabella said holding her gun.

Jay opened the door and Isabella ran in chasing the suspects. The suspects separated into groups of two, Jay followed the two suspects that escaped through the window while Isabella went after the other two that left through the door.

As I went through the door a shot was fired at Isabella she managed to cover herself with the door she ran after them as they ran into a room shots were heard and she walked in to see Adam and Kevin with the suspects who were dead on the ground.

"I'm going to go find Jay," Isabella said looking at them both.

"Copy that"

5021 George, I'm taking heavy fire. I got two civilians down in the north alley behind the building

Isabella picked up her pace and ended up in a room filled with kids and toys. A woman was putting pressure on a child who lays on the ground with a small pool of blood.

"Help!" She said.

Isabella rushed towards them switched places with her and put pressure on the chest wound.

"Get the kids and stay behind me," Isabella said looking over at the teacher as she grabbed the remaining kids.

This is Sergeant Hank Voight. Advise responding to shut down a two-black radius.

"Copy that"

The door slowly opened Isabella used one of her hands to grab her gun from her waistband and pointed it at the door Jay walked in and she put her gun back.

"What happened?" Jay said as he looked at Stare with his gun pointed out.

"I don't know, I was looking for you and then I found a daycare and she was shot. I made the teacher and the kids stay behind me" Isabella said.

"We need them out right now! Get them out through the exit! I'm going to call an ambulance" Jay said.

"Jay, we don't have time. Get your car" Isabella said picking up the little girl in my arms, "I'm gonna meet you up front"

༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

The two detectives stood outside the room where the little girl was being treated. Isabella was covered in her blood staring at her hands trying to control my breathing.

"She's in bad shape," Will said as they followed him into her room, "we are doing our best"

"What are the odds?" Isabella asked him.

"As I said, we're doing everything we can," he said looking at a file.

"Goddamn it, Will! That's not the answer I'm looking for" Isabella said grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him against the nearest wall.

"Park!" Jay said pushing her off his brother, "We know you are doing your best. What about the other two victims?"

"Walk with me," Will said looking at us as we left the room, "James Pell, the bullet grazed his leg. He's fine we're just finishing up some paperwork"

"What about the other victim?"

"She didn't make it. Dead on arrival"

They enter Mr. Pell's room as he questions Will about something more like complaining. Isabella was never a huge fan of hospitals and the smell and amount of death once you come in you don't leave at all.

Just like her mother

"Mr.Pell, we'd like to talk to you about what happened earlier today," Isabella said.

"I got shot in the leg, that's what happened"

"Did you see the men who shot you?" Jay asked.

"No"

"Not even a quick glimpse?"

"Look, officer, I was just involved in a traumatic incident. I'm still in a state of shock. So, please, no more questions"

"All right, we'll get your contact information," Isabella said before exiting the room.

༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

The two detectives entered the busy diner that was packed with many people. They were eating talking and laughing with each other as they talked about their days.

"Hi, we are looking for a Kimona Williams," Isabella said to one of the workers.

"She's over there," the worker said pointing to the other side of the bar.

"Thanks"

"Kimona Williams"

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?" Isabella said looking at her.

"Okay, let's talk in the kitchen," she said.

The duo walked towards the kitchen following Ms.Williams where the kitchen was busy cooking food and servers coming in and out.

"Why's the matter? Did something happen"

"It's your daughter, Morgan" Jay said cutting her off.

"Morgan?"

"She was shot...."

"No. No. Your lying—

"At the old seminary this morning. She's alive"

"Hey it's okay, breath," Isabella said grabbing her hands.

"But is she okay?!"

"She's being treated at Chicago Med right now, we are here to take you to see her," Isabella said.

"Who did this? Who shot her?"

"We're not—we're not sure ma'am," Jay said, "We're gonna do everything in our power to find him. I promise"

"Okay. Okay"

Isabella walked out of the kitchen holding Ms. Williams's hand as she cried out, she mumbled some words of comfort as they walked out of the diner to Jay's truck.

༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

Kim and Isabella walked up the steps at the same pace as each other after they had talked with the gang unit as Hank had ordered them.

"Hey, any luck with the gang unit?" Voight asked from his office as Isabella and Kim made their way toward his office

"No. We looked through lots of photos, but...." Kim said.

"These bangers must be new to this clique," Isabella said, "They weren't there when we were in the gang unit can't be more than a year or a couple of months now"

He shook his head, "it's been eight hours. We still got no lead on the shooter?"

Adam walked into the room with an iPad in hand, "I got something. I dumped the biker phone, and found two texts to a burner discussing a deal for some thumpers" he said, "Recipient name is Lil GG"

"Maybe one of our shooters?" Kim questioned.

"Trucked the burner?"

"Yeah, to a mini-mart about three blocks from the crime scene," Adam said reading the information off the screen.

"Good, Park Ruzek go check it out," Voight said.

༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

Isabelle and Adam exited her car shutting the door shut as they crossed the street since there wasn't any parking near the shop.

Adam opened the door for me and I walked into the store, "Excuse me. Hey. I was looking for someone named Lil GG" Adam said standing in front of the counter.

"Don't know anyone with that name" he said.

"Well, he's affiliated with one of the local gangs. Southside Hawks?"

Isabella noticed a woman holding a broom in her hand as she looked at the two detectives.

"Guessing they buy a load of burners off you," Adam raises his brow before turning back to look at the owner "Ring any bells?" Adam questioned him.

She gave Isabella a look and she took slow steps towards her and pulled out a card with her information and gave it to her. She took the card and mouthed the words "Call me" to her

Bingo

"No, nothing? Come on, man, help me out"

"I told you I don't know anyone," he said rolling his eyes.

Adam turned to look at me asking for help.

"Not necessary," Isabella said putting her hand on Adam's back, "I screwed up. We're at the wrong store. Sorry for the inconvenience"

He smiled at me and sent me a wink. I sent him a fake smile before we walked out of the store with Adam following behind me.

"I think I got us a lead from his wife she is going to call me any second," Isabella said as they walked back to her car.

"Well it better be a good got damn lead if you stopped from asking questions," he said with a scoff. She rolled her eyes at him and drove off back to the station as her phone rang.

Isabella rushed up the steps of the bullpen with Adam following behind her he almost tripped on a step as he tried to keep up with her.

"Sarge caught a break at the mini-mart," Isabella said walking up the steps with Adam trailing behind her, "The owner's wife knows Lil GG. His real name is Calvin Shaw"

"Get an address and an arrest warrant?" He said as he walked towards her and Adam.

"It's already done"

"Good," he said looking over at Kim and Kevin. "All right, you two go with Ruzek and Park"

"Yeah"

"Let's pay this Lil GG a visit"

Isabella sent Jay a small nod since he was stuck on desk duty, after he was pulled from the case she hadn't had the time to talk to him nor did she want to after the incident at the hospital.

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Kim led the line with the rest of the group standing behind her with their weapons pointed at the house.

"Go," Kim said as she had her gun pointed at the door.

Kevin nodded and kicked down the door, "Chicago PD!"

"Stairs!"

Isabella walked forward with her gun out to the kitchen and saw a body, "Got a body" she said kneeling on the ground to check for a pulse.

"All right, crossing," Adam said

"Clear!"

"Got two to the head," Isabella said.

"What about the stomach?" Kim asked.

Kevin kneeled to roll the body and lifted the shirt of the victim.

"Negative," he said.

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Isabella walked into the room where Voight was explaining something to the team after she had gone through the evidence they had gotten from the house.

"I was going over the evidence from Lil GG's place," she said holding a file, "There's a text message between him and the guy who got shot at the scene—James Pell, the guy who won't talk to us"

"Well, now we know why. Get his ass down here right now" Voight said looking at all of us.

"Kev, you wanna come?"

"Yeah," he said getting up from his seat.

Isabella stood outside Jay's apartment something she had never done at all, this felt odd and weird she took a deep breath and knocked on his door. Isabella stood outside for maybe 5 minutes before he finally opened the door.

He looked confused seeing Isabella standing in front of him outside his apartment. His eyes focused on the black plastic bag she held in her arm along with a white one with the words 'Panda Express' Something else that caught his attention was that she was dressed in a blue summer dress and wedge heels.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he opened the door wider.

Isabella rolled her eyes at him, "Look Halstead I don't have to be here okay— I just came here to check on you and see how you are doing"

"I'm fine," he said revealing his left hand that was hidden behind the door he was holding a beer.

"Drinking trashy beer huh" she said chucking "Let me show you some real alcohol and also some food" bringing the plastic bags up the sound of glass clashing against each other.

Jay took a step back and extended his hand out to motivate her to come into his apartment. Her heel clicked against his wooded floor as she entered his place it was a small studio apartment it felt crowded which she hated.

"Nice place" she mumbled placing the bags on the coffee table and unloading them. Jay took a seat next to her as she handled him his plate of food, "Hope you like soju"

"Soju?" he said butchering the word as he opened his container up to be greeted with the smell of chow mein orange chicken and super greens.

"It's a Korean alcohol it has 16-20% alcohol in it it comes in different flavors so I got blueberry and strawberry," she said opening up both bottles "Hope you're good with your liquor"

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The team waited in the lot in their cars waiting for Antonio and Adam to come in from their undercover buy, Kevin had gotten punched by Adam which he didn't have to but Adam wanted to show that he he control.

Adam and Antonio pulled up to the parking lot where the group waited for them, Antonio was finally back for good she hoped.

"Great job, bro," Hank said.

"Thanks, the wire good?" Antonio said shaking hands with Hank.

"Isabella," Antonio said walking towards her and bringing her into a side hug.

"Dawson," Isabella said with a smile

"All right, listen up. First, we get a warrant. Then we grab Marcus. Let's go"

They all get into our cars in their separate teams.

Kevin opened the door and the group all rushed into the house with their long guns with flash lights on.

Movement was seen in one of the rooms, Kim moved slowly towards the door with her gun out. She rushed into the room and ran back out with a little girl as she covered her mouth.

Kevin walked down the hallway before he kicked down a door.

Isabella pulled a woman out of the bedroom and walked towards where Kim was with the little girl. ༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

Jay walked down the alley passing the Channel new van he was dressed in a suit with his hands in his pockets deep in thought till Isabella grabbed his arm pulling him out of his train of thought

"Jay!" Isabella said stopping him in his spot.

"Hey," he said walking towards his car.

She followed him towards his car, "So how are you doing now that's it all over? Right?"

"Yeah, just ended"

"How'd it go?" Isabella said crossing her hands against her chest.

"It was good. Good. Price was very gracious" he said leaning against his truck, "I'm not sure what prompted all this, but—"

"Hey, just be glad it's over and you're back on the street, if there is anything you need let me know. I don't wanna work with a partner that won't have my back" Isabella said brushing her hair behind her ear since the wind had picked up.

"I will be fine eventually I think, and you don't gotta worry about me not having your back," he said taking a deep breath, "and thanks"

"It's tough trust me," Isabella says.

"Have you..."

"Yeah," She says, "Different circumstances before I joined intelligence, but....Talk to Morgan's mother yet?"

"No." Jay mumbled, "I don't think I'm ready"

"Well, Halstead. You're never going to be ready" Isabella said "You just have to do it" Intro Act One 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

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Best Places To Visit In India With Friends In Low Budget

In today’s post, you will get to know everything about the Best Places To Visit In India With Friends In Low Budget.

You may go around the diverse nation of India's various attractions with your friends. India has something for everyone, from the sun-kissed beaches of Goa to the snow-capped mountains of Kashmir. There are also several possibilities if you're seeking for cheap locations to visit in India with pals.

In this blog article, we'll look at some of the greatest spots in India to travel with friends on a budget. Continue reading for some amazing ideas on where to go and what to do in India with your friends without breaking the bank, including low-cost hotels and food.

Places To Visit In India With Friends In Low Budget

Jaipur

Jaipur, often known as the Pink City, provides a glimpse of Rajputana's tradition and rich past in all its splendour. Jaipur, Rajasthan's capital, is one of the state's most popular tourist destinations. Jaipur, known worldwide for its coloured jewels, forts, and palaces, welcomes people from all over the world all year. Raja Jai Singh II established Jaipur in 1727, when he relocated his capital from Amber to the new city. Jaipur's principal attractions are the City Palace, Hawa Mahal, and Amer Fort (on the outskirts of the city). When you're done exploring the city's forts and palaces, head straight to its famed marketplaces for some delicious Rajasthani fare.

Hampi

The historic town of Hampi, formerly the capital of the powerful Vijayanagara Dynasty, is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The ruins of Hampi, located on the banks of the Tungabhadra River, are a magnificent sight of lost greatness set in a boulder-strewn terrain. The ancient temple town's remains date back to 1500 AD. Virupaksha Temple, Vithala Temple, Nandi Statue, Lotus Mahal, the monolithic statue of Sasivekalu Ganesha, and the Hampi Bazaar are among the notable attractions of Hampi. Take a stroll through the temple village or get on a bike and ride through the gorgeous monuments to discover the ruins.

Jaisalmer

The golden city of Jaisalmer, located on the outskirts of the Thar Desert, is the ideal setting for an Indian adaptation of the Arabian Nights story. The beautiful Jaisalmer Fort, commonly known as the Sonar Qila (Golden Fort), and vast tracts of golden dunes provide an experience unlike any other. The Sonar Qila, built of rare yellow sandstone, glows like a giant flame in the desert expanse when the brilliant Thar Desert sun sends its rays onto the fort at dawn and dusk. It's a sight to see. Visit the biodiversity heritage site Akal Wood Fossil Park in Jaisalmer to learn about and track geologic disasters that occurred millions of years ago in the Thar Desert. For a complete desert experience

Lonavala

Lonavala, a favourite weekend getaway from Mumbai and Pune, is one of the most stunning escapes from the hustle and bustle of city life. The hill station, also known as the 'Jewel of Sahyadri,' has amazing ghat vistas, lush green valleys, gorgeous lakes, majestic waterfalls, and rock-cut caves with ancient themes and inscriptions. A trip to Lonavala through rock-cut tunnels on the picturesque Mumbai-Pune Expressway is an adventure in and of itself. While a day trip to Lonavala is possible, adding adjacent sights like Aamby Valley, Pawna Lake, the Kune waterfall, Tikona Fort, Lohagad, and Rajmachi forts to the itinerary would need a longer stay than a weekend break. Visit Lonavala during the monsoon season to see the natural beauty of green plants on black cliffs.

Shimla

Shimla, formerly the summer capital of British India, is now one of the country's most picturesque hill stations. Its antique buildings and colonial constructions tell the stories of a bygone era. Shimla's Viceregal Lodge, Christ Church, Gaiety Theatre, Gorton Castle, and Barnes Court provide an unforgettable experience for fans of Victorian architecture. The Ridge, located along the Mall Road, is the epicentre of Shimla's cultural events. Shimla is a dreamer's paradise, surrounded by cedar, rhododendron, and Himalayan oak woods. Shimla is coated in layers of white snow throughout the winter months. Kufri, near Shimla, is noted for its snow-skiing slopes, and Jakoo Hill, Shimla's highest peak, is sometimes blanketed in a light coating of snow.

Conclusion

This post has discussed the best places to visit with friends in India on a budget. This list is for you if you're looking for some wonderful places to visit with your pals in India on a budget. From stunning beaches and lush woodlands to breathtaking mountains and bustling cities, there is something for everyone here. So, what are you holding out for? Begin planning your trip as soon as possible!

[taeghi]

the classics : an enhypen series

a series of the classic fanfic tropes : written about enhypen, written for engenes <3

genre : ROMANCE, cringey tropes, fluff, angst, *hyung line volumes contain smut*

also this is def not inspired by a tiktok trend.... anyways....

updated : july 2023

volume 1 ☆ lee heeseung - the older brothers best friend trope

"what if he comes home early?" "then we're fucked, but at least we'll be fucked together."

summary : keeping your crush on heeseung a secret from heeseung was hard, but keeping it a secret from sunghoon was even harder. what do you do when you accidentally fall in love with your older brothers best friend?

you sneak around behind his back of course.

read volume 1?

read part two?

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volume 2 ☆ jay park - the hates everyone except you trope

"hey! focus on the assignment!" "well stop being so fucking pretty and i might be able to!"

pairing : badboy!jay x good girl! reader

summary : being the smartest one in your whole year had its perks, but it meaning that you would have to tutor the students that were behind in class was definitely the ultimate con- except for it allowing you to get to know the school’s bad boy in a way no one else has before.

includes smut

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volume 3 ☆ jake shim - the first love trope

"oh shit, sorr- wait you like one ok rock? "yeah?" "no way, what's your favourite song?!"

pairing : popular boy!jake x shy!reader

summary : you, a quiet girl who is the introvert of all introverts, never thought you would befriend the most popular boy in school by having the same music taste. what songs are you going to show him next?

includes smut

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volume 4 ☆ park sunghoon - the boy next door trope

"are you okay, y/n?" "yep, 'm just fine." "don't lie, i know you're finding it hard to not picture me shirtless again."

pairing : shy figure skater sunghoon! x extravert!reader

summary : park sunghoon, the quiet figure skater from school has moved into the house right next door to your own. you never really paid attention to how cute he was until he starts walking around his room shirtless, knowing that your windows were adjacent to one another.

includes smut

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volume 5 ☆ kim sunoo - the soulmate trope

"can i help you with something? or are you just stalking me?" "i- uh, i- you're my soulmate!"

summary : in a world where everyone is given a necklace that connects to their soulmates, you’re getting fed up with not finding yours, until you are forced to take another bus route for once and bump into a pink haired stranger who just so happens to have a necklace that is similar to yours. if only he would wear his necklace outside of his sweater you’d be able to confirm.

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volume 6 ☆ yang jungwon - the childhood friends trope

"earth to y/n! are you even listening?" "wha- yes of course i am!" "no you weren't! what were you thinking about? was it me?"

summary : being born only one day after yang jungwon was something you always thought was a special gift from god. being platonic soulmates with someone since birth is fun, until you start day dreaming about holding the other’s hand with three little words dancing right on your tongue, ready to speak them out loud.

read volume 6?

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volume 7 ☆ ni-ki - the enemies to lovers trope

"god do you even know how the geometry of interactions relates to the balance of bodies?" "um yeah, obviously i do." "really? because the awful way you do your pirouettes doesn't really show it."

summary : when you were younger, you thought you were lucky to only have to see nishimura riki at your dance academy, but your lucky heavily changed when you end up going to the same high school together. and it especially got worse when the two of you are forced to be partners for the upcoming science fair.

read volume 7?

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[queenoftodd]

Dinner & Its Capitalist Agenda (Jason Todd x Female!Reader)

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Summary: Reader is dating Jason and accidentally wears vibrating panties to the first dinner with the Batfamily.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3,278

Warning(s): Smut (fingering, penetration), Swearing.

Note: The idea for this was inspired by the film “The Ugly Truth”. If you want to be added to a taglist feel free to message me. 

This was not how this night was supposed to go. How would you ever overcome the undying humiliation of tonight? You had been so excited to try on the gift that Jason had gotten you, that you didn’t bother to ask why the new lingerie came with a remote, one that you tossed in your clutch to ask him about later. This was also partly due to you rushing out of the house to Jason’s car, because you were both very late. Add that to the list of poor first impressions that you would be making on his family. 

The two of you had been dating for almost six months now, and while you had met Dick and Jason’s best friend, Roy, you still hadn’t met the rest of his family. There really wasn’t any reasoning behind this, you both had very busy lives. Both of you set on making the world a better place by exposing Gotham’s corruption. You were an up and coming journalist for The Gotham Times, while Jason was a--well he told you he was a military contractor for Wayne Enterprises, but you always do your own background checks. You sort of stopped digging after the news headlines saying that he was dead, if he wanted to tell you then he would tell you. Besides, you were too in love with him to care. 

According to Dick and Roy, his family has been dying to meet you. You had to admit that you were nervous, but determined to make the best first impression that you could. You would be meeting Bruce fucking Wayne. Despite the assurances that Jason gave you that Bruce was a regular guy, you still could not contain your excitement. Both as a journalist, but also as a longtime resident of Gotham. Vicki Vale would have a field day with you. You had even begged Jason to help you pick out something to wear that would both suit his sexual fantasies, but be modest enough to meet his father, and Alfred Pennyworth. Caretaker and grandfather-adjacent. 

Of course you had decided on a crimson cocktail dress. Just enough opening in the chest to give Jason the perfect eye-view of your cleavage, but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable to meet his family. Jason didn’t want to bombard you with all of his family just yet, especially considering that you didn’t know about his vigilantism. So he strictly requested that the guest list at tonight’s family dinner only be anyone legally adopted by Bruce Wayne (and Damian of course). 

This came to the rundown of everyone that would be there tonight. That was expected to be there tonight, at least. Jason did warn you that their jobs tended to keep them very busy, and his family might be called away to handle their respective responsibilities. You understood this of course, you were very familiar with being on call. Especially in Gotham.

Dick Grayson was a former Detective in Bludhaven, and you had met him at least three times over the course of being with Jason. Tim Drake worked at Wayne Enterprises and did something corporate-wise that Jason didn’t care enough about to explain it to you. Damian Wayne was the only biological son of Bruce Wayne and was currently in his senior year of high school. Jason informed you that he could be a smart-ass and bluntly rude. The last one that would be attending was Cassandra Cain. Jason said that she didn’t talk very much as she was raised to be mute, and only spoke in small increments when comfortable. 

Your mouth gaped at the sight in front of you. The grandiose gate before you held all the secrets of wealth within the “W” centered in it. You could feel his blue eyes on you, your face was a mixture of emotions. Nervous, excited, and--did your underwear just vibrate? You shake the thought away, blaming it on your nerves as you turn towards your boyfriend.

“You ready?” He asks, waving up to the security camera outside the gate as it opened. He glanced back at your soft face, unable to contain the smile he got from looking at you so in awe. You did not grow up like this, in fact your family had never had a house of their own. Seeing the mansion that the man you called your boyfriend had spent several years of his life baffled you. Of course you had seen pictures of Wayne Manor, but never did you think that you would be a guest. You reached for his hand, giving him an assuring squeeze as he continued down the driveway towards the manor. 

When Jason pulled into the parking area in the front of the manor you could make out four shadowy figures standing by the curb. Your back instantly straightened when Jason came to a stop. “I told them to meet us inside.” He groaned, placing the car in park. You were thanking the heavens that the glass was tinted so that they couldn’t see into the car, because the butterflies were coming in swarms in the pit of your stomach now. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards Jason. A glare forming on your face when you notice his amused expression. 

“Y/N, you look amazing, how are you?” 

You opened your mouth to speak being interrupted by his lips on yours, silencing your thoughts. The feeling of his hand on your cheek as he pulled you closer. “Knock ‘em dead, beautiful.” His smirk sent a warm boost of motivation your way as he parted from you, and climbed out of the car.

After a few seconds of mental motivation, you followed suit, reaching for the car door handle when it opened for you. Jason standing at your door, outstretching his hand for you to take as you climbed out. You prayed that your smile wasn’t too awkward or seemed unhappy. Jason brought you over to meet the figures you noticed earlier. Dick was a familiar face, which eased you a bit as you pulled him into a small embrace. 

“I’m great, it’s good to see you.” You beamed. You could already feel the eyeroll from Jason behind you. What could you say? You enjoyed any time you got to spend with Jason’s older brother. Next was Tim, who held a more shocked expression as he looked at you. Jason had to be the one to introduce him, as he was shaking your hand, but his mouth was hung open. “It’s nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Y/N.”

“You’re with him?” A laugh didn’t fail to escape your red lips as you dropped your handshake from Tim to press Jason back with your right hand, sending him a warning look before showing a gracious smile to Tim. 

“For six months now, yes.” You giggle and immediately feel Jason soften at the sound of your laugh. Next their was Damian Wayne who glanced at you in a way that made you feel like you were under examination. “You must be Damian.”

One of his hands was cradling his chin as he took your hand, eyeing you quizzically before placing a kiss to your knuckles, your eyes widening. Now that was definitely unexpected. “Todd, I’m impressed. Now I’m done waiting here for you imbeciles, I’ll be inside. Y/N, pleasure.” 

And with that he walked straight into the mansion without another word. Your eyebrows knitted together as you turned towards Jason, his mouth hung agape, along with the rest of his brothers. A tug on your arm made you realize you had almost forgotten someone. Cassandra. She was smiling at you, it was small, and seemingly shy, but excited? You extend your hand to her with a small smile and she takes it, her smile brightening. 

“Hi Cassandra, my name is Y/N.” I gesture towards Jason. “I told Jay that you were the sibling I was most excited to meet.”

She shook her head pointing to herself and your eyebrows furrowed until she said. “Cass.” You nodded in understanding, repeating her nickname until she gestured to you. “Y/N. J-lover.”

You could see why everyone in this family was so charming and mannerful. The way he carried himself from the top of the stairs to meet you in the foyer echoed a confidence you could only dream of. You felt Jason’s hand squeeze yours and you mentally cursed at how clammy they had become. Bruce’s smile radiated the room, but you could tell by the way Jason tensed next to you that this was a rare occurrence. He had told you many stories of Bruce’s stoic--or in his terms, resting bitch face. 

“Well...she’s not wrong.” You heard Jason mutter behind you, you smiled as she released your hand following Tim inside. That was when you playfully whacked his arm, before taking his head and walking up the steps to the manor’s entrance with Dick leading you two in. Upon entering the house, you entered the grand foyer. Greeted by a man whose face has graced many Gotham media covers and stations.

Bruce fucking Wayne.

“Y/N L/N.” Bruce grinned, extended his hand to shake yours and you met it with a firm grip. Tucking your clutch underneath your armpit. You swallowed your saliva as you shook his hand. Giving what Jason considered to be your breathtaking smile, beaming at Gotham’s wealthiest bachelor. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard great things.”

“Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to meet you as well.” 

A flex of your armpit sent a jolt up your cervix, catching you by surprise. This resulted in you jolting forward a bit, Bruce now shaking Jason’s hand, as they turned to you. You cleared your throat to throw attention off of the present fluctuation occurring by your pussy. What the literal fuck was going on? “Y/N/N, are you okay?” Jason asked and you nodded, already feeling your cheeks heat up. Running away to examine yourself before dinner was not a part of your goal to make a good first impression. 

Removing the clutch from your armpit provided a relief from the sensual feeling emerging below. Bruce had excused himself to head to the dining room, when Alfred came to meet you both in the foyer, briefly as he was finishing up in the kitchen. He was excited to meet you, but he had to tend to something in the oven. This gave you a moment to turn to Jason. 

“Are you feeling okay? You just jumped out of nowhere.” I nod assuring him, considering the feeling subsided, it shouldn’t be that big of deal to draw attention to. 

“I’m fine, I think it was just the nerves.” You lie, wanting to find a better time to excuse yourself to the bathroom to sort whatever was going on with you, out. Unfortunately he can read you like an open book, but for the sake of tonight, he just pushed it aside to discuss later. You followed him to the dining room where everyone was already seated and you had gotten a seat between Tim and Jason. Dick was across from Tim, Cass was across from Tim, and Damian was across from Jason. Bruce sat at the head of the table between Damian and Jason and once Alfred brought the courses in, he was to sit at the other end near Damian and Tim. 

“Oh Miss Y/N, let me grab your purse, I’ll put it by the coat rack for you.” You handed him the clutch with a small smile of gratitude as he left the room briefly before coming back to take his seat on the opposite end of Bruce. You thanked him as everyone was looking eagerly at Bruce. Judging by context clues, they were waiting for him to make the first move to eat. Once he began to cut into the steak dinner that Alfred had made, the knives and forks clattered around you to also begin their descent on their plates. You smiled lightly as you began to dig in yourself when a buzz whipped up your folds, making you tighten your grip on the fork and knife. 

A gasp passed your lips as a pulsating throb began in your pussy. You could feel Jason’s eyes on you, growing concerned as he noticed you weren’t looking anywhere but at your plate. “So, Y/N.” You’re eyes fluttered to Bruce, hoping your breathing was normal as you shifted in your seat. “How did you two meet?”

You cleared your throat, focusing on the sentence. “Jason l-loves to tell this story, right Jay?” You practically moan, shoving several pieces of steak in your mouth to avoid speaking. “This is oh...s-so good..” Your boyfriend’s eyes widened at the sound of your moan. For some reason his girlfriend of six months was getting turned on at the dinner table in front of his siblings and he didn’t know what to do. Jason had to distract them, mentally cursing himself as he opened his mouth to speak. 

“It’s not that exciting of a story. Dick, how’re things in Bludhaven?” This diverted the attention from you for a while while several whimpers fell from your lips as you squeezed your legs together. You couldn’t take this anymore. Jason placed his hand on your thigh leaning towards you. 

“Why are you moaning?” That’s when it hit you. The lingerie, Jason had gotten you vibrating panties. Your eyes widened, gripping his arm tight as you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his ear, your breathing heavy. 

“Fuck.” You moan holding tightly on his arm. His body shielding you from seeing Bruce or Damian. “Lingerie. I’m...s-so wet, Ja--ah!”

“What--you’re wearing them right now? Where’s the remote?” He whispered through gritted teeth. He was struggling to contain himself at the breathiness in your moans. Fuck, the remote, you gave your clutch to Alfred. 

“Clutch.” You managed to get out, focusing on containing your breaths, your body felt so hot. There was no doubt that you were so close to your climax. Jason grabbed your wrist pulling you from the table, surprising everyone at the sudden action. 

“We have to go. Thank you for dinner, Alfred.” He nodded towards the lovable butler. Then he nodded at everyone else, still shielding you from everyone. “Bruce, Dick, everyone, it’s good to see you.”

Without another explanation, despite numerous protests Jason rushed you to the exit near the coat rack where your clutch was, but it appeared to be open. Two feet away was Titus, Damian’s dog. He was chewing aggressively on the remote currently causing you to moan in pleasure. Your hand flying to your mouth as your knees grow weak. Jason steadied you by the door before wrestling the remote from Titus, who would’ve bit him if Jason didn’t move quickly. Jason shut the remote off, taking the batteries out for extra precaution as he handed you your clutch and rushed you out the door. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Jason put you in the car and he raced out of Wayne Manor, speeding down the street before pulling down a trail by the woods. Once he parked you turned to him in confusion before he pulled you into a kiss. It was heated and you could tell by his eagerness that he was just as horny. Considering that he cut your climax off before you could get there, so were you. You felt your dress skirt ride up as Jason pulled the troublesome panties down smirking against your lips at the feel of your soaked pussy. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he began to tease your clit, eliciting a louder moan. One you were grateful to let loose without worrying about his family. “Couldn’t let the panties have all the fun, now can we?” He huffed, moving his attention to your neck as he started on your neck. Sucking until his lips popped off your pulse, bound to leave a mark. He quickened his fingers pace, removing your panties completely as he inserted his ring and middle finger inside you. “Fuck me, Y/N/N. You’re so wet for me, huh?”

All you could do in response was whimper a small hum in agreement. Your vision was so blurred as his fingers fucked you deep in your soul. The car seat you were in flattened back, causing a laughter of surprise to fall from your lips as Jason climbed on top of you fully. You sat up to help unbuckle his suit. He had gotten all dressed up for you, a white button down tucked into some black dress pants and dress shoes that he had borrowed from Dick. His shirt was not buttoned all the way, exposing his chest. 

“Y/N, fuck--you have no idea what you do to me.” And with that final thrust you climaxed, your eyes fluttering open as your body convulsed, releasing a warm euphoric feeling all over his cock, and the passenger seat of his car. You didn’t have a chance to catch your breath as Jason’s grip on your hips tightened and he continued to ram into you with this newfound stamina. His breath quickening and his moans of your name growing louder. 

The belt was now somewhere else in his car, as he lowered his pants and boxers underneath you enough to ready himself at your entrance. You laid back down as he pumped himself, groaning as he was already so hard. It had taken you a few times to get used to Jason’s size, but now your pussy called itself the expert. You gasped, as he rubbed his cock up against your pussy, he smiled at the effect he had on you. How easy you unfolded beneath him.

You jolted back when Jason slammed into you, thrusting deep inside you. It didn’t take him long to find the right spot and stick to it. His grunts and moans harmonizing with your screams and gasps. “Fuck, Jay, oh--” Your vision began to blur as he picked up his speed, moving his hands down to your clit to rub it agonizingly slow. Thus increasing your pleasure. 

You caressed his arm, looking up at him as you moaned breathily, “Come for me, Jason.” A look of relief flashes across his face as his own euphoria engulfs him. He pulls out of you, climbing over to the driver’s side partly to take a breath. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N L/N.” He chuckled. “I can’t believe you wore those tonight.” You weakly smacked him on the arm as you pulled the car seat back into place. 

“You bought me lingerie, you rarely buy me clothes--I got excited.” Your y/e/c eyes widened, looking at him, running your hands down your face. “Oh no! I totally ruined it tonight.”

He could tell you were upset, especially knowing how badly you wanted to make a good first impression. “No one noticed, I got you out before they did.”

“Are you sure?”

“I love you too, beautiful.”

“I’ll just tell them you were nauseous.” He shrugged, buttoning up his pants, gesturing for you to put your seatbelt on. “If they ask what happened.”

“I love you.” You say before leaning over the console to kiss him as he started the car again. 

And Jason would tell you any lie you needed to hear in order to be able to meet face to face with his family again. Even if it meant making his siblings take a blood oath not to mention it. If they didn’t, there were always second impressions...right?

[jerkbitchidjitassbutt]

It Was You (Part One)

A/N: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

A holiday (Christmas centric) Jensen x Female!Reader Best Friends to Lovers series for @spnchristmasbingo. Un-beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Header created by me with images from Google. Chapter word count: 3371

Series Warnings: break up; angst-ish at times (if you squint), but mostly all the fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

The slight chill of a Vancouver December morning roused you from a peaceful sleep, making you snuggle further into the down blanket and comfort of your plush bedding. It was two weeks until Christmas and the weather was supposed to be a balmy high of 32 degrees today, so you had planned to stay in, do some shopping online, and stay by your cozy fireplace with every holiday movie you could find. Willing yourself to get five more minutes of shut eye seemed like a helpless feat as the wintry cold seeped into your apartment. You opened your eyes to the gentle prisms of light floating in through the adjacent window, the sunrise indicating it was time to get up for the day.

Sitting up to perch on the side of your bed and grabbing your wide-rimmed glasses from the nightstand, you slid your chilled toes into the warm slippers waiting and shrugged on your fuzziest sweater. It may be time for that fire sooner than you thought.

Padding into your kitchen to get a much-needed caffeine fix after last night’s dinner and drinks with the rest of the cast and crew, you took your favorite mug from the cabinet and loaded the coffee maker, making an extra cup or two for you and any visitors you might have a bit later.

Jensen’s apartment was down the hall, and if you knew him, he’d still be sleeping, but he’d probably wander over at some point this morning. Cradling the mug in your hands warmed them slightly and sent a shiver down your spine. Even your warmest pajamas and the heat from the thermostat did little against the Canadian winds. Laughing slightly to yourself, you’d thought you’d be used to it after six years of winters here.

You wandered towards the windows of your living room to pull back the long curtains. It was a favorite spot to have your coffee and gaze at the sights of Vancouver. Settling on the window seat, you felt a warmth spread through you as you noticed it had snowed in the night, and from the looks of it, it was a depth of fresh, soft powder – a type that you rarely saw growing up in Texas. People were bundled up tightly as they walked the streets, but a few people, adults and kids alike, were already out playing in the thick blanket of snow.

As your coffee began to warm you through, you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of joy that rose at the sight – it made the holiday season and the spirit of it even more intense than just viewing the lights of downtown and the large decorations everywhere. For some reason, snow just sealed it all up in a nice little bow.

Sure enough, about halfway into your second cup of coffee, you heard a key in your door and Jensen shuffled in, still wearing his pj’s with tousled hair, but he had thrown on a thick sweater too.

“Good morning.” You called, still seated at the large window.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” He replied with a quick wave as he tossed his keys on the counter and waltzed into your kitchen in search of his mug, his voice still thick and gruff with sleep.

He mixed his cream and sugar and took a long sip, letting out a contented sigh after the steaming liquid entered his body. He was notoriously grumpy without his coffee, but he always met you with a sweet greeting when he came over. Walking around your kitchen island and into your open living room, he slumped into the recliner across from you and pulled the leaver to release the footing, allowing him to lean back with his feet up. He adjusted himself to get comfortable, careful to not spill the mug in his hand.

“What time did you get in last night?” you asked, taking another sip from your own cup.

He covered his eyes with his free hand, still obviously tired. “About 2:30. You know how Jared gets when we break for hiatus, he never wants the party to end. He was still talking to me as I was shutting my door.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Jared was the most social person you’d ever met and knowing that he wouldn’t be back to Canada and on set for a month, he would always soak up every little bit of time he had with the cast and crew. Even though Jensen was griping about it now, you knew he also didn’t mind. He’d probably be missing everyone, especially Jared, about four days into the break. You didn’t get home until about 1 a.m., and that was only because you were beginning to doze off in your cocktail.

“Tell Cliff thanks again for driving me home last night. I just couldn’t cut it.”

“Yeah, I know… Lightweight.” Jensen teased.

“Hey, you didn’t have a 5 a.m. set call yesterday like some of us.”

Jensen huffed a small laugh from his seat, still resting his hand across his closed eyes. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and his green Henley stretched across his biceps as he rested his coffee on his thigh. A slight 5 o’clock shadow and the bedhead he was sporting all combined into a handsome image. He may be your best friend, but you could still appreciate the looks the man was blessed with.

Seemingly close to falling back asleep, you called to him in a hushed voice, “Jay. If you want to go back to sleep just put your coffee mug on the table, okay?”

“Hmmmph. No, I’m up.” He fibbed, as evident from the way he blinked widely once he opened his eyes again. Forcing himself to stand, otherwise he would really fall back asleep instead of just resting his eyes, he walked towards you with his cup, dragging his feet slightly as his legs sluggishly pulled him across the room. His head was down and his shoulders were wilted, but he was trying to get his body moving.

When he reached you, you felt his chest bump your shoulder before he rested his cheek on the crown of your head, his arm dangling by his side as he slumped. He took a deep breath before rubbing his hand across your back and standing, smiling as you peered up at him with a grin.

Licking his lips, he finally peered out to the streets below and his eyes went wide, “Y/n!” he practically shouted.

You flinched, “What? What’d I do?”

“You didn’t tell me it snowed!”

Giving a huff and a giggle, you couldn’t help but be sarcastic, “I’m sorry, was I supposed to while you were falling asleep in my chair?! Besides… it’s Canada. It’s not like snow is very rare here.”

“Y/n! That’s, like, snow! The kind we used to wish for when we were kids!”

“I know, I thought that too.”

“Well, c’mon!” he said, setting his cup down on the ledge. “We gotta go!”

“What? Go where?”

Jensen was already halfway through your living room and heading for the front door but paused to turn and point a finger in your direction, “You, me, snowman. Now.”

“Jay,” You whined. “It’s cold and its early. You sure you don’t want to just watch Netflix?”

“Y/n!” he said once again, looking as excited as a 12-year-old on a snow day from school. “Snowman! Please?” he begged, waving his arms frantically as he gestured outside.

“Okay, okay. Fine. No need to use your puppy eyes on me. I’ll meet you outside in 15 minutes.”

With that, a huge grin broke out on his face and he took off down the hall, leaving you to go in search of your heaviest ski jacket.

Jensen knocked on your door soon after you shrugged into the puffy coat, dressed in thick snow pants, his own jacket, and a black beanie and gloves with a small bag in his hand. Straitening your scarf before locking your door, he barely gave you a moment to put on your knitted pom beanie before he was pulling you by your hand towards the elevator of your building and pushing you out of the revolving doors into the frigid air. Heading to the side where a large park sat adjacent to your complex, he looked around before tugging you along to a spot with a large open space. He nodded to himself, as if to say he’d found the perfect place for his snowman-building escapade. As your boots crunched beneath you, you each began gathering handfuls of snow to make a large base, then packed and sculpted two more spheres. Though you initially protested, you had to admit that it was fun, and the coldness against your cheeks wasn’t bad after a bit, particularly after seeing how happy Jensen was when his finished product towered over yours. He’d managed to gather the majority of the snow within about a six-foot radius of where his snowman stood before piling it high.

“Hey, hey… look at that. An accurate height difference!” He touted, teasing you.

“Oh, hush you. It’s not my fault that you were given the extended version of the human body.” You glared at him playfully.

He laughed as he bent to rummage in the bag he’d brought, producing two carrots. He wiggled them in his hands before handing one to you. He was just about to place it in a very telling place when you grabbed a handful of snow and threw it in his direction.

“Jensen!” You berated. “That’s not where the carrot goes! There’s kids out here!”

He stood up slowly, turning to you with a serious smirk, “Did you seriously just throw a snowball at me?”

Wiping your hand on your pantleg quickly, you gave him a mischievous grin, “Who, me? I’d never.”

“Oh, its on!” he declared as he bent to scoop up the little bit of remaining snow in his reach, that which he hadn’t used for his snowman.

Ducking behind your own, he threw and missed, sending the snow flying passed you. A quick grab from around you produced another snowball that you chucked from behind your shield, hitting him square in the chest. The fight lasted for a good while, the two of you trying your hardest to target the other as many times as possible and receiving some laughs and glances from passersby as they walked along the sidewalk. Finally, Jensen gave up and took off towards you, chasing you in circles before he tackled you into the plush ice, pinning you beneath him as he tried to bury you both.

“Jay! Oh my God, stop! Its freezing!” you yelled through your laughter.

“Truce?” he asked, his eyebrows raised in a challenge.

He was still on top of you, his nose and cheeks a bit flushed from the wintry air. He still had that devilish smirk on his face, but his green eyes were soft and something beneath them made your heart flutter slightly in your chest. He scanned your face quickly before glancing towards your lips, but you were quick to snatch another fistful of snow to smash onto his head. Scrambling out from underneath him, you ran as he said something about you being a cheater before he jumped to his feet.

After the war ended and a truce was finally declared, you both put the finishing touches on your snowmen after you found sticks for the arms and coerced Jensen to put the carrot in the right spot. He stood back proudly, admiring your handiwork.

“Hey.” He gestured to you, “C’mere.”

A bit warry that he was going to tackle you again, you came to his side as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and turned on the camera. Pulling you into him, he said, “Gotta have evidence of our masterpieces.” He reached around your waist and tugged you in close, framing both of you and your snowmen in the background. The cold air made the tip of your nose and the apples of your cheeks change in color, and there was still some snow in your hair from when Jensen wrestled you, but both of you smiled widely. Feeling the scruff of his short beard against your temple and his arms wrapped around you made you think about the way his eyes danced across your face moments ago, but the thought was quickly dismissed as he stepped away from you slightly after he made sure the picture wasn’t too blurry.

“Oh, crap. Is that what time it is?” he said, alarmed, looking at his phone screen. “I have to meet Stacy in an hour.”

Stacy was his publicist and agent, but he usually didn’t meet with her during the hiatus. “You’re meeting Stacy today? What’s up?” you asked, a bit confused.

“She wants to talk to me about this movie. Some sort of romantic drama she thought I may be good for.”

“Oh,” you replied, “that’s great! You didn’t tell me! Would you have to cut back filming the show?” While you were a bit surprised, you were genuinely happy for him.

“Stacy knows Supernatural comes first, so I hope not.”

“Well, let’s get inside so you can warm up and change. I was going to make my mom’s chili and cornbread for dinner tonight, if you want to join me after your meeting.”

The excitement on his face was palpable as his eyes lit up the moment you said it, “You know how much I love your mom’s chili. We’re just meeting for coffee near her office, so I’ll bring the beer.”

As you were walking back into the building, your phone rang. It was Stephen, your boyfriend of three months.

“Stephen, hey.” You said as you entered the elevator, not missing the slight eyeroll that Jensen gave.

“Hey, honey. How are you? I didn’t want to call too early, just in case you were still sleeping after last night.”

“I’m good, thanks. Actually, just got done building a snowman with Jensen.”

A short silence followed, until Stephen spoke up again. “Oh, that’s nice.” He said, his voice noticeably clipped. “Well, I’m going to take my lunch break soon. Would you like to meet up? I can come to your side of town.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll meet you at that café on 3rd in about a half an hour?”

“Sounds great. See you there.”

Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you ignore Jensen’s stare as the elevator climbed to your floor.

“So…” he pressed. “Stephen?”

“Yeah, Stephen. We’re going to meet up for lunch while you have your meeting.”

“Hmph.” He huffed.

“Jay, we’ve known each other our whole lives and to this day you’ve never liked a single guy I’ve ever dated. What’s wrong with Stephen?”

“I don’t know. He’s just kind of… meh.”

He wasn’t lying, if you were being truthful. Stephen was meh. He was cute and had nice eyes and dimples, but he didn’t make you laugh. He was a bit dull and your sense of humor didn’t mesh with his well. Still, you thought that it might get a bit better once you got to know each other and began to understand one another more. Your relationship was still very casual, but maybe it could go further? You weren’t really sure, honestly.

“What about you and Laura?” you asked, quickly changing the subject.

“I told you… that was nothing.” He quipped as you reached your door. “We went on like three dates.”

“Yeah, the last one being just this past week.”

“Yeah, and it just didn’t go well.”

You let out a small sigh. Discussing your dating lives wasn’t really something the two of you loved to do with each other. Maybe when you were teenagers, yeah. You’d asked each other for advice and gossiped a bit about the people in your high school, but as you grew into adults it just became a subject you both steered away from besides the occasional, hey I’ve got a date conversation. Neither of you had ever really found a person that the other approved of, each finding a reason to be picky every time.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I’m just deflecting.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I was pushing.” He said sincerely with a small smile. “Well, you enjoy lunch. My meeting’s at 1:30 across town, so I should be back by 4 at the latest. Pick out a movie for us, okay?”

“Sounds great. I will.” With that, he kissed you quickly on the side of your head and went into his apartment as you ducked into yours. You freshened up quickly and changed, grabbing a different peacoat, hat, and scarf as your others were still wet.

It was a short walk to the café, and they had good sandwiches. You were surprisingly hungry, so you were glad to see Stephen waiting outside for you. He gripped your hand tightly and gave you a quick kiss in greeting before leading you into the restaurant. You were seated and ordered quickly, knowing that he would have to return to work soon.

“So, how has your day been?” You asked as you shrugged off your coat, hanging it on the chair behind you.

“It’s been… good.” He muttered.

“Uh oh,” You said, getting his attention as he looked away from you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really. I was just surprised to hear that you were with Jensen today. You had mentioned you were going to stay home.”

Stephen smiled, almost in an attempt to let you know that he was trying to be lighthearted about it, but you could tell it bothered him.

“Yeah, when he saw it snowed last night, he just really wanted to make a snowman.” You laughed, trying to steer away from the subject. Stephan wasn’t overstepping, but he also wasn’t going to prevent you from spending time with Jensen. The two of you had been inseparable since, well, practically since birth. Your parents had been the best of friends, so you were pretty much raised together.

“Have you, um…” Stephen began, hesitantly. “I know you’ve been friends forever, but have you ever had feelings for him?”

His blue eyes shown with a slight jealousy as you felt a slight pang to your heart.

“No, of course not.” You managed to say with a steady voice and a smile as you picked up your napkin to place in your lap.

It was a lie, one that you’d been telling for years. At one point in your life, you were in love with Jensen. But, the past was in the past. If Jensen didn’t even know, why should Stephen?

Stephen seemed satisfied with your response for the most part, and the two of you had a pleasant lunch. When you stepped away to use the restroom, your phone chimed. Stephen tried not to even look towards your side of the table where your phone sat, but when he saw Jensen’s name, he read the text quickly before the screen dimmed.

Hey, sweetheart. Finishing up here soon and then I’ll be heading home. Do you need me to grab anything from the store?

Stephen knew the two of you were a package deal, and thought he could honestly be alright with it, but between working together and spending practically all of your time together, he was starting to wonder where he fit in in your life. He busied himself by checking his Instagram as he thought about what he should do and found that Jensen had tagged you in a photo from this morning. The caption was simple, just a few words about the filming hiatus and the first snow of the season, but the two of you were so close. Stephen found himself wishing that you could reserve a smile like that for him, but he had yet to see it.

It hurt, but he knew he couldn’t play second fiddle to Jensen. He cared about you, but perhaps it was better to bow out now.

“Hey, sorry about that.” You said brightly as you got back to the table, smiling. It still didn’t reach your eyes, though.

Stephen leaned forward on his elbows with a sigh, “Y/n, I think we should talk.”

To be continued...

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[theuniversitychallengereview]

UC 51.01 - King’s College, London vs Glasgow

In preparation for tonight’s episode I replaced the flat tyre on my bike, which, if you are like me and refuse to actually take in any information when watching ‘How-To...’ videos, and instead opt to try and wing it, becoming incredibly riled in the process, is one of the only things in the world which has the potential to be infuriating and rewarding in equal measure. 

The maddening moment you realise that you have put the tyre on with the arrows facing in the wrong direction (because who knew that you could put a tyre on backwards) is matched only by the sweaty and oil-stained sense of accomplishment when the machine is finally back in one piece and all pumped up.

Likewise, the watching of an episode of University Challenge ebbs and flows in a similar way, with crushing troughs as you squint with your brain to try and figure out in which language Paxman has asked a question, followed by immense peaks as you pull an answer out of the bag before any of the contestants on the show. The same could probably be said of watching the England national team over the past month and a bit, with the rewarding part coming as a massive surprise to most in this country. 

Anyway, that particular campaign featured a tense 0-0 draw between England and Scotland, and tonight’s series of University Challenge opens with another such encounter, as King’s College, London take on the University of Glasgow (if you’re new around here, you’ll note that I am excellent at segues). 

Glasgow have an odd record of appearing in the opening match of a series, with this being their third consecutive curtain-raiser! The series before that they were on the second episode, and they also opened the batting in 2015. I don’t know what this means, and it probably doesn’t mean anything, but of their previous three such matches, they have a 2-1 record (although they did make it through to the play-offs in their one loss).

Their side this year is comprised of quizzers called Fairbairn and Cairns, whose names surely contain the highest number of consecutive rhyming syllables in the history of adjacent University Challenge contestants. If anyone can beat that please let me know. They also have a massive frog as their mascot. Make of that what you will. King’s are mascotted by a small lion, and have a member called Beard, though he does not have a beard. 

King’s Rashid gets the first starter of the series, recognising three clues relating to the word orange, and the Londoners take two bonuses on historical quotes. Glasgow’s Thomson hits back with Sylvia Plath, but they can only manage one bonus on sportspeople. No matter, Thomson buzzes in with another and they have the lead anyway. 

Neither team recognise the British netball league table for the first picture round, but Fairbairn picks up the bonuses with the next starter on Andre Geim, the first person to have one both an ig Nobel and Nobel prize.

Rashid stops Glasgow’s little run with a brilliant early buzz, and they close back within five points with two bonuses on the actor Lakeith Stanfield. Glasgow captain Cairns hits back with Dave Brubeck (Cairns looks like the kind of guy who would relish a bit of Dave Brubeck, so this is not all that surprising). 

He gets the next starter too, and Thomson recognises Johnny Cash for the music round (in one of the easiest music questions of all time, imo). They then struggled with Alicia Keys (’is that Emile Sande, it would be so embarrasing if we didn’t get Emile Sande’) and Common (’name a modern rapper, please’), before knocking Jay-Z (’is that Jay-Z? Yes, that’s Jay-Z’) out of the park.

A neg from Darulis lets King’s in for the first time in a while, but he makes up for it with Thus Spoke Zarathustra to take the next one. Glasgow are forty five points clear going into the second picture round, but this goes to King’s. The painting in question is A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte which is one of the only paintings I can ever remember the name of, although I was still beaten to the punch by Bedwin, who takes a second ten pointer in a row to put some real pressure on the Scots. 

There is then a neg from King’s, but Glasgow can’t pick it up and Bedwin takes her hat-trick with Helvellyn (she beat me to the punch again on this, despite the fact I climbed Helvellyn on Friday!). All of a sudden there are only five points in it! They could have tied it had they not gone with socialism instead of fascism for one of the previous bonus set, but it didn’t matter in the end because Beard takes the next starter with Tournament of the Field of the Cloth of Gold (although Paxman tells him he would have only needed The Field of the Cloth of Gold part) and there are five points in it the other way. 

They get another ten points with a few bonuses on marine ecosystems and there sounds the gong.

Final Score: King’s College, London 115 - 100 Glasgow

A very low-scoring game that, but entertaining nonetheless. Glasgow seemed very likeable, so its unfortunate that they have to go home, but you can’t be scoring 100 in a series opener and hoping to go through. Congratulations to King’s, who reach the second round for the second year in a row. 

Its good to be back, isn’t it! Thanks for returning if you are returning, and thanks for popping in if its your first time. I do this every week, so I’ll be back soon for UCL vs St Hilda’s College, Oxford

[shaekingshitup]

unintended part three

A/N: I forgot I wrote this but @twistedcharismaaa​ reminded me that I did. I didn’t have the wonderful @glittermakesmesmile​ sooo bare with me if you be seein mistakes. Please lmk what you think! I’m lowkey tipsy sooo I may have to come back and re-edit this later lol. I lowkey lost my taglist. Imma find it and make a new one soon. So hakuna matata. Also, the quality of some of these photos are trash but we gone live. It’s better than Teddy’s wifi. So, we good. 

WC: about 3994 (Sorry C!)

Warnings: mmm like maybe PG smut? Like for real I chickened out on that. So no worries boo. 

Jayden’s OOTD: 

Jayden was shocked that she had held onto her composure thus far. The exchanges that she’d had with Trevor had been spicy from jump. Neither had sent any nudes, but the innuendos and open ended interpretations on what would happen the next time they were in the same room left her mind occupied every night since she’d met him three weeks ago. 

This was her second trip around his block trying to find a parking spot. 

“Oo oo ooo!” She said throwing her car in reverse and slowly retreating from the stop sign. The owner of the parked Kia Soul that had just beeped was going to be getting all of the good karma today. She patiently sat in her car as the woman who vaguely resembled Gwen Stefani started her ignition and departed. Jayden parallel parked her Honda Civic SI 2018 coupe perfectly into the spot. She flipped the visor down to do a final check of her beat before she grabbed her handbag and the drink tray from her passenger seat. She double checked the address on her phone and approached the door. 

Ringing the doorbell she did her best to quell any nerves that she felt. She instead allowed her mind to swim with thoughts on how good this man was going to look opening up this door. She could see movement through his front window and jutted her hip out a little further so that the slit in her skirt accentuated her leg a little more. 

Trevor opened the door with a smile that held her full attention. “Hey J” he greeted. She cheesed back at him unable to cease the wrinkles that this man would be destined to leave her with. As her eyes trailed down his frame she took note of his pink distressed sweater, the grey joggers and the black socks which adorned his feet and completed his outfit. Trevor watched her watch him and observed the question mark which took over her disposition. She didn’t ask any questions outright but it was plain on her face. 

“Hey,” she gave back with a deflated smile. Trevor opened the door wider for her to come in. They stood in his entrance and Trevor took the drink tray from her as Jayden removed her shoes and placed them on the small rack that was next to his front door. 

“This is really convenient,” she noted as she allowed her soles to meet the cool tile of his floor. 

“Yeah, this way I don’t have to worry about too much people bringing outside inside my home. Come on,” he said with a tilt of his head to indicate the direction they were headed. Trevor brought her into his kitchen which was adjacent to his living room. He placed the drink tray  containing his coffee and her water cup on the counter. 

“Thank you for this by the way,” he said, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. He had never felt awkward in his own home before. But I suppose there’s a first for everything. He had been feelin this woman since day one. Now three weeks later here she was looking devourable in his kitchen and he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

“Well one of us had to keep up our end of the bargain,” Jayden quipped. She replaced her deadpan expression because she wasn’t trying to start their encounter off on the wrong foot. “What’s this?” she asked gesturing to the large tupperware bowl filled with water and some meat and the assortment of vegetables and seasonings he had on his countertop. 

Trevor cocked his head at her. “These are the ingredients we’re going to need for our dinner tonight.” He leaned in a little closer to her. He was guzzling that coffee down and Jayden was wishing that his lips would be attached to her instead.   “But, uh, what do you mean I didn’t keep up my end of the bargain?” Jayden raised her eyes from his mouth to stare at him as she tried to determine if he genuinely wasn’t certain what she was referring to or if he was just playing dumb to mess with her. She blinked slowly and gave a small chuckle deciding that it was the former of the two. 

“The day we met. You looked me dead in the eye and said that because you’re a nudist, you would be answering the door with a big cup of joe and nothing else. Obviously because we decided that I was going to be the one to bring the coffee, I figured you’d make a few adjustments. This,” she Vanna Whited to his sweater and joggers, “ was not what I had in mind,”. She reached for the water cup and attempted to quench one of her thirsts .  

Trevor was caught off guard. But once his mind had processed what she’d said he tried and failed to stifle the laughter that was dominating his body. “Girl, you are somethin.” He wiped some water from his eyes, placed his cup on the counter and crossed his arms at his chest. Leaning back against the sink he asked, “So, you’re upset because I have on too many layers? I can be naked in less than thirty seconds if that’s what you want Jay. Just say the word.” There was no question. The thought was intriguing to Trevor but she needed to clarify. 

“I’m not that thirsty.” Jayden said punctuating her statement with another sip from her water cup only to find that it was already empty. Trevor’s left eyebrow shot up in a manner that catechized her without speaking. She powered forward as if she hadn’t seen that, “I’m just trying to see if you’re a man of your word Jackson,”. Before the period had even been placed at the end of her sentence, the sweater was up and over his head. The joggers were next to go. Trevor watched her.  He’d actually made her speechless. He closed the distance before them and continued on with his cheeky behavior. 

“Is this better Miss Pierce?” He asked in a low voice as he towered over her, “Do I need to ditch the socks and the boxers next? It’s your call,”

Jayden couldn't even feign that she was unbothered. His appearance. The timbre of his voice. His proximity.They were causing her mind to cloud.  She tried to give herself a little room to breath but she was pinned by the kitchen counter. There was nowhere to go but forward. So, she advanced.  Staring up into his eyes, daring Trevor to make the next move.

The additional temptation wasn’t what Trevor was looking for. He stared back into her eyes again speaking without forming words. 

“Show me you want this. ” his eyes called. Jayden licked her lips and fixed them into a smirk.

“I want you.” 

It was game on. 

Trevor grabbed her by the waist and placed her atop his kitchen counter. He left his left hand on her exposed thigh and used his right to hold her chin in place as he maintained their connection. He was aware of her everywhere and they hadn’t even done anything yet. The rise and fall of her chest. The wanting in her eyes. The way she fell into a submissive role at his first display of dominance. He was savoring this moment because he knew that whatever happened after this had the potential to be his downfall or his triumph. Hell, when it came to Jayden the possibility of both was also on the table. Quite literally. Whatever the outcome, he was ready to eat. 

Trevor dove in without abandon. His right hand fell to her neck as he tasted her lips for the first time. She gasped, whether for additional breath or out of shock Trevor wasn’t sure but he used it. His tongue explored her mouth and she took this opportunity to spar back with him. Sucking his tongue and deepening the kiss she moaned. Jayden bit his bottom lip and moved to bring her left hand to grip the hand he held around her neck. She swiped something on the counter on the way up to reaching him. She jumped and bit him a little harder than she’d intended. 

“Fuck!” Trevor hollered. He laughed into their broken kiss but didn’t break his distance to her. Their foreheads touched as they panted into one another’s space. 

“Maybe we should..” Jayden trailed off.

“Yeah. Uh, yeah. Maybe we should wait until after dinner’s ready” he picked up glancing down to the floor to see the chili powder, salt and paprika bottles that had fallen. Thankfully none of them had opened up. 

Jayden reached out to caress his cheek and guide his attention back to her. “Dinner ain’t goin nowhere. But, we can move this party from the counter to the couch,” she offered. Trevor didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped her up causing her to giggle and wrap her legs around his waist. When he sat down on the couch she adjusted herself to straddle him. 

“It’s not fair that I’m over here in my drawers and you got all of this fabric between us.” he pouted.  Jayden laughed rolling her eyes. “Are you gonna be a baby or are you gonna do something about it Jackson?” she challenged, “matter of fact, how is it that you’re not listening to any music right now?” 

“Well, damn girl. I was waiting for you to come over so that I could be a gentleman and let you pick. But, we can forget that at this point. Hey Alexa, play “Piercing my Thoughts” playlist.”

The opening to one of Jayden’s favorite 70s songs flooded his living room. Surround sound. Jayden could not keep the smile off her face as she sat up in his lap and created a little more friction between the two of them.

“Bold. You are bold sir,” she laughed as she leaned her head down to kiss this man beneath her while Al Green serenaded their adventure. 

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Do you want to make it better?

Do you want to stay together?

If you do

Then let's please

Make some new

Memories

Jayden woke up..satiated. She continued to lay there until she gathered her thoughts. Anderson Paak and Smokey Robinson were asking her questions. She was no longer in her skirt but now a large Black Plaid Ombre Shirt that could stand to have a lot more buttons used. She sat up to fix this and searched for her handbag. Spotting it in one of the kitchen chairs, she walked over opening the bag to grab the pair of underwear she hadn’t worn when she’d shown up. Trevor may be comfortable with the nudist thing but she wasn’t at that level yet. 

But you at the level to fuck within the first fifteen minutes, Jayde? Asked her subconscious. Jayden retreated from the kitchen in search of the bathroom. She probably should have made this man give her a full tour of his place before she decided to climb him. But, hey. She was here now. She walked to the right of the kitchen already knowing that the living room was to the left. She came upon the dining room and briefly admired his decor.

This man has good taste. And not just in women. 

The backyard was just off of this room and when she walked over the sliding door and took a glance outside, she saw a pool, a lounging area with a tv and a fire pit  and.. a dog house. It looked empty. 

“I haven’t seen any dogs” she pondered aloud. 

“That’s because he’s at the groomers.” answered her from directly behind where she stood and Jayden damn near jumped out of her skin . Trevor, walked up behind her snaking an arm around his flannel that was draping across her body. He watched his backyard with his chin resting on her head. “How was your nap?” he asked. 

“Good. Thanks for the shirt by the way. How long was I out?” 

“Barely 20 minutes. You should have drank some coffee. I guess you were tired,” she didn’t need to look at him. She could hear the pride and the smile in his voice. Jayden exhaled loudly to cover up her smile and the fact that she was heavily inhaling his scent.

“You stay with the jokes,” 

“You stay feelin it too.” he countered and licked a long strip on her cheek. 

“OH MY GAWD! Where’s your restroom anyway?” she feened an eye roll. She was trying not to get too caught up over the fact that she was standing in this man’s shirt with nothing else on. 

“There’s one right off of the front door.” She turned around fully facing him, in all of his nude glory. She quickly looked away and made a beeline for the restroom.

When she was done freshening up, she found him in the living room again writing in a notepad as a Dan + Shay ballad caused him to drum his left hand to the rhythm of the song. 

“Tequila?” she mused? “This has been piercing your thoughts?” she inquired. 

“Nah. That playlist is still a work in progress. I’m still tryna figure out some stuff. You ready for the rest of the tour? I just set the oven to pre-heat. 

“Sure. But we’re not gone glance over the fact that you have a whole playlist inspired by me.”

“No. We not. Plus, we’re gonna talk about how you got one for me too. I follow you on Spotify ya know.” Jayden wasn’t trying to concede to anything. So, she switched it up. 

“I see we’ve returned to the joggers.” She spoke as he stood from the couch. 

“I want you to be comfortable when you with me. I know that you’re not about that nudist life yet. I peeped how quickly you made your way to the bathroom. Stick around me long enough and we can change that,” he took her hand and guided her through his home. Jayden adored how often his corny humor peaked out while he told her short stories about random furniture and events that had occurred in his home. He lent her a pair of his boxers too. By the time they made it back to the kitchen they were ready to get to preppin their dinner. 

“What’s on the menu for tonight Chef Jackson?”

“Shrimp Fajitas. I already deveined the shrimp before you got here,”

“Oh, okay. A true gentleman I see.”

“So, we got some bell peppers that need some slicin if you want to get started on that and I’ll worry about seasonin the meat.” 

“Aye aye Cap’n.” she mock saluted. They settled themselves into their roles at the countertop. Working side by side was exactly what Jayden wanted. She could steal glances without openly gawking at the specimen of man he was.

“So, about your playlist..” he opened

“What about it?” Jayden asked. 

“What do you think? About the music I mean. I saw you put damn near every song I ever released in a playlist,”

“Woww. We are out here lurkin lurkin in these streets.”

“Says the girl who downloaded my whole discography. What better way to know someone than through their taste in music? So, what’d you learn about me?”

“Well, from the way you’ve been blowin up my DMs and some of the songs I’ve heard, I’ve learned that you are definitely in a lane of your own.”

“Hmm. How’s that?” she had his interest peaked. 

“I mean you’re an artist who has been in the game long enough to know the rules and you completely disregard them. Nigga,” she said shifting her body and the knife she was using to cut peppers in his direction,” while most artists are over here talking about Versace, Gucci, YSL and Louis, you are over here flexin in CROCS! CROCS, my nigga!” she cackled and glanced down at his feet in case they might manifest just because she mentioned it. 

“You cute when you laugh,” he answered unafraid to openly admire her. “But, you look crazy wieldin that knife. Watch it J.”

She rolled her eyes. She had just discussed his music and he wasn’t even focused on that. Too busy complimentin her. So odd.

“Anyways, like I said you in your own lane. I can tell by the way you choose to direct your own videos as well. You have some out there concepts. Not Gaga meat dress out there. They’re simply abnormal to the culture, highly intellectual and yet it makes sense.” she continued. 

 “Oh, so we was peepin the videos too? How far down my rabbit hole did you go?

Shit. 

“A saw a few videos. I mean you’re cool.” she shrugged. Trevor felt that she gave this off too breezily. 

“Uh uh. That’s that hard Jayden. What else did you see?” he asked as he washed his hands free of the fresh lime, garlic, and seasonings he'd been working with. Jayden should have been watching him as he’d left his spot beside her. Maybe she would have seen the goofy Spongebob knowing smile he had plastered on his face as he toweled off his hands and made his way back to her from the other direction. 

“I said what I said. You got some decent music videos. Moving on,” she started and that’s when he attacked. He grabbed her from behind, causing her to drop her knife and tickled her like she wasn’t in the middle of doing the task that he’d assigned her. She was squealing and thrashing. She was trying to be angry but she couldn’t help her body’s natural reaction to laugh.

‘I’m gonna pee my pants!” she screamed. 

“Nope. you’re gonna pee my pants. You gone tell me the truth?” She said nothing and he refused to relent until she was real with him.

“OKAY. LEMME GO YOU BIG CHILD! I’LL TALK!” Trevor released her and waited for her to say what she was holding back.

“I may have binged watched both seasons of Grownish, Burning Sands, All American and alloftheDisneyshitthatyouhaveeverbeenin.” she threw that last part in so quickly he wasn’t certain when she’d come up for air again.

“In three weeks time? Oh shit. I got me a stalker.” Trevor joked. Jayden threw a bell pepper strip at him. 

“I thought I was supposed to feel comfortable in your house.” she quipped.

“That’s exactly what I’d expect a stalker to say,” he countered back. She was still as he chortled. And then she lunged for him. She chased him around his kitchen for a good two minutes until Trevor gave up because he was laughing so much. When he came to an immediate hault, Jayden crashed directly into him. 

“Ow!” she cried. 

“Aye, if you were looking for a hug all you had to do was ask J” he said, enveloping her in a bear hug. She just smiled at this dude who three weeks ago she didn’t even know existed. Now, they’d swapped some music, some knowledge and saliva. 

“Stop thinkin about time and just let it happen.” Trevor said. 

“I don’t like how close you are to my thoughts. Please back up.”

“Look from jump street, we was feelin each other and this connection. Don’t worry about the timeline of it. I can see your wheels turning. We don’t live by anybody’s rules. Like you said, we know em and then we break em. But we still succeed,”

“That’s not quite what I said.”

“I’m paraphrasing. I don’t have the script in front of me.” 

“Oh-kayyy. Can we please get this food in the oven? I’m hungry” Trevor looked her up and down. “Hakuna Matata J. We gone eat,” he said licking his lips. 

The two of them got all of the food onto a sheet pan to cook and retired to the living with some wine. 

“Okay, I know I’m supposed to be here to peep alllll 200 hundred of these new songs you got. But, I’m also interested in experiencing this speaker system you have here. Can we watch a Netflix show or something?” 

“I always knew you had good taste for sound. Okay so I got Amazon Prime, HBO, Showtime, Hulu, Disney + and  I got a lot of new stuff thanks to SAG that hasn’t even hit the theatres yet. So, you can pick your poison.”

Jayden’s eyes widened at the array of selection he was offering. “You got exclusive content? Like what?”

“Well, I got this film with Issa Rae and Lakeith-”

“Say no more. We’re watching that one sir.” 

“What about the plot? Or any of the other actors?” 

“I’ll figure that out along the way. Plug it in! Plug it in!” she shimmied and sing-songed. The two enjoyed their dinner and film; but, most of all they enjoyed each other’s company. Trevor was amused at the small comments and natural responses Jayden had throughout the film and her review of the song choices was right in line with his own. However, the short debate that they had afterwards recapping the movie and Jayden’s disappointment for both Issa’s performance and the less engaging storyline that her character had in comparison to her mother’s was bynfar his favorite moment of the night. She was animated through and through. None of her hardness was at the forefront and although they hadn’t seen eye to eye on every facet of the film, the communication was healthy. They genuinely listened to one another, communicated and adapted their points for their side based on new information and perspectives presented and they were able to evolve the film discussion into some deeper intellectual ones where neither felt that they were restricted by the knowledge of the other to discuss these topics earnestly 

"What's on your agenda for tomorrow?' Jayden asked as she nursed her third glass of wine sitting on top of Trevor’s freshly wiped down kitchen counter. Not only did this man have good taste in women, and home decor but he was intellectual, creative and cleanly?

TUH! 

"Well, I was supposed to link up with this lil thang this weekend," Jayden balked contemplating if there was enough wine in her glass to toss at him, "and we were gonna listen to music-about 200 songs," Trevor saw her release her grip on the glass and relax, “but she turned out to be a stalker and we got a lil carried away on the couch,”

“You had sex with your stalker? That’s dangerous,”

“True. But now I know that she’s really feelin me and she won’t go anywhere else.”  

“Aight, Imma head out” Jayden said, finishing her wine and hopping down from the counter. 

“Yeah, right.” he said following her out of the kitchen and turning off the lights. “The only place you’re heading is to sleep,” Trevor said

Jayden yawned “I already took a nap. Not really that tired.”

“You’re a bad liar,” he said. “Let me help you out Sleeping Beauty,” Before Jayden knew it he she was being bridal carried up the stairs 

“Left or right?”  he asked when she’d come out of the restroom.

“Which side do you sleep on? It’s your bed.”

“I gotta be appeasing stalkers. I never know what they gone do next,” Jayden climbed into the middle of the bed out of spite. 

Trevor crawled in behind her and pulled her closer. “You’re really never gonna let that go are you?”

Trevor held on a little tighter. “Nah”. 

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