Brooke Smart

❛ People are going to label you. Its how you overcome those labels. That's what matters❜ CLOTHES OVER BROS independent, selective brooke davis / labeled by liz

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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓;

This is an independent, selective, mutually exclusive role play blog for Brooke Davis from One Tree Hill, penned by Liz. Mun is 27 years old, NSFW themes may be present from time to time. I will not RP with minors. Important links can be found here:

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@j-reau​ birthday sex plays in the background

“I know I’m not the most artful of cooks –––” Understatement. “But I do have great taste in white wines”. After leaving JJ sitting on their kitchen, she reemerges from the stairs in an inconspicuous robe, placing her wine glass on the counter, and draping her arms over JJ’s shoulders as she stands behind her. Brooke kisses the underside of her jaw, and her cheek, and her temple –– “And I know I said you had to wait to see your present...” 

She takes a step back, untying the front of her robe and letting it fall on a pool at her feet. “But only because unwrapping this in front of your friends would’ve been very inappropriate”. 

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brooke: i’m not a jealous person someone: flirts with her so also brooke the rest of the night:

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❛ Do you know what my mother said to me when I told her I wanted to start a company?She said your chances are one in a million. And I said maybe I’m that one, and she said you’re not. And she was wrong. Because I am one in a million.❜ / written by: liz

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j-reau​:

“Unsub.” She finishes Brooke’s sentence with a matter of fact nod. People don’t usually need to know why they’re doing everything they do but with Brooke it’s different. And JJ knows that Brooke is smart, that having more information will help. “Unknown Subject. It’s what we call the killers we catch when we aren’t sure who they are. The complicated part is we never know what we need to know. That’s why talking is best. That’s where I come in.” A small, kind of mirthless smile tugs at her lips and JJ laughs under her breath, holding her hand out. “Do not comment on that.” It helps to lighten things. She may be the one who talks to their victims and their families but they both know there’s plenty JJ has never been good at talking about. “Is there anything lately that could have … put you on someone’s radar? Besides your work. A strange encounter at a gas station or a coffee shop. Someone who looked at you too long. Or someone who might have it out for you over a business choice, a disgruntled employee a …. significant other or an ex.”

❛ Right, unsub. ❜ She repeats, quietly, this time doing her best to listen to JJ despite the nerves that have her hands shaking, even through the smile that tugs quickly at the corner of her mouth when JJ laughs. It does wonders to relieve the tension in her shoulders, but she dares not to take four steps back and contemplate their past. Brooke frowns, as she looks down at her hands, once she’s sure they’ve settled, and instead of reaching for the coffee (which is only sure to make her more jittery), she takes the styrofoam cup with water. Its now room temperature, but it helps clear the knot in her throat. ❛ No, I don’t think so. I don’t usually drive myself around and my assistant, Millicent, she brings me my coffee every morning. The last person I was forced to fire was... Rachel Gatina, but last I heard she was still in New York City, and she was always, you know, Rachel but she’d never do anything like that, and then –– I haven’t done a lot of dating, not real dating. Just PR. Men Victoria thinks are good for my image, but I’m usually the one, you know, being disgruntled. ❜

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j-reau​:

“You don’t have to be sorry.” JJ leans on her elbows just a little, holds her hands in front of her so that talking to Brooke feels intimate and personal but not too close. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have barged in on you in the middle of a crisis. I heard your name and –” she’d been scared. But she doesn’t say that out loud. Instead JJ shakes her head and brushes a stand of hair behind her ears. “It wasn’t fair. But I’m glad you’re okay. The rest of this isn’t going to be as hard as that was. We just have to figure out who they were after. One of the first things my team looks at is victimology; meaning who the killer targeted in order to figure out why. What we need to determine now is if that man was a message to you or someone in your store. Or if your store was a location of convenience and that man was the target. Think you can help me do that?”

She has a multitude of questions of her own –– like the end of that sentence and everything left unanswered when they’d parted ways about a decade ago. But she’s not here for that, she has a responsibility to her employees and to her brand, and she’d made a vow to keep her personal feelings out of the FBI’s investigation, no matter how jarring it is to see Jennifer Jareau after all those years. For a moment, when she looks at JJ across the table and her lips purse, she’s sixteen again, with the same vulnerable facial expression and the same curiosity in her eyes, but its nothing but a blink-and-you-miss-it moment, because Brooke straightens up, and nods. ❛ Yeah, I think so. I don’t know... I mean, I don’t think anyone would try to come after me, at least I hope not, but whatever helps you find your –– you know, the guy who did this. What’d you need to know? ❜ 

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j-reau​:

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“Hey – ” They have Brooke sat up in an office, on a couch. There’s coffee and water and a few snack bags in front of her on the coffee table that JJ can only assume came from Garcia. It’s only been two days since the murder at Clothes Overs Bros but Brooke still has a shakiness in her hands and exhaustion in her eyes that maybe no one else would notice. But JJ does almost instantly. “Thanks for coming in to talk.” The door shuts gently behind her and she crosses the room and sits on the far end of the couch, facing Brooke. “I can ask someone else to do the interview if you’d rather but I – after the other day I just wanted to give you the option.”

The reality of it all, as she sits in the murky FBI office with watery coffee and snacks that Brooke is pretty sure are not from the vending machine, is that she would rather be anywhere but here. And though she is dressed to impress (impress who? –– she hasn’t quite reconciled the idea), she’s stiff and tired. At least, she guesses, its an escape from Victoria’s claws for a few hours. She’s not at all surprised when its JJ who appears through the door though and today, she doesn’t protest, she doesn’t yell, she doesn’t cry. She puts the watery coffee down that she hasn’t sipped and shakes her head. ❛ No, its fine. I’m sorry about... the other day. If I’m being honest I’d rather it be you than a complete stranger. ❜ 

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@j-reau: jj’s abs brooke vc: already booking a flight to the nearest beachy location

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j-reau​:

The last thing JJ had wanted was to upset Brooke more than she already was, to pull up more things that were too hard for either of them to face. And yet it had been absolutely necessary, in order to finally be honest with her. In a way she’d never gotten to be when they were young - -a way she’d never tried to be. But with Brooke so close to her, brushing tears off her cheeks, JJ feels selfish all over again. She feels like yet another reason that there are big, heartbreaking, crocodile tears in the browns and greens of Brooke Davis’s eyes. “Please don’t be sorry,” she assures her quietly, until their faces are so close together JJ can hardly breathe again. 

“No,” her answer is quiet at first, with tight lips but she looks straight into Brooke’s eyes, holds her hands against her hips, holds her closet and steady as if to say she never plans to do anything but pull her closer ever again. “I don’t want to start over. I don’t want a clean slate. I don’t want to wash the mess off or erase the broken things. I do that too much. It’s why I left you before. And I think you do it too much too. I don’t want to love you in spite of all of the things we got wrong. I want to love you with them, Brooke. The way I should have before. Because I didn’t before. I don’t want to forget the past. I don’t want to restart it. I just want a chance to fix it and learn from the bullshit and make it mean something. Can we …. do that?”

All she can do is kiss her. Between the tears, and the heartfelt confessions, and the hearts they sewed on each other’s sleeves, all Brooke can do is kiss Jennifer Jareau and soak in the comfort of her embrace. This had been the culmination of their history, from the moment JJ had walked away and left her on her porch and never looked back, to this –– a decade letter. They weren’t ready then; Brooke was different; selfish, and volatile, and erratically rebellious with no real motivation in life. JJ had problems beyond Brooke’s very own understanding, obligations to her family, and a kind of pain that she had the luck of never experiencing. But she thinks maybe they’re ready now, with a different kind of weight on their shoulders. 

So when she pulls away, she nods, with a ‘yes’ that falls quiet in her throat but she means it just as wholeheartedly, and finally, she feels like she can exhale. Like the tension falls from her shoulders and she’s gives her weight to JJ’s embrace, to kiss her again, and the corner of her lips, and the outline of her jaw, and the side of her neck, until she’s once again, buried in the crevice between it and her shoulder, where she can wrap her arms around her and hold on like JJ might disappear if she dared let go, and finally says –– ❛ I love you.❜ Like saying it won’t break her for the first time. Like she doesn’t have to treat it like something fragile. Like she can offer it to JJ without the fear of watching it shatter on the ground beneath her feet. ❛ We can do that.❜

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j-reau​:

“Brooke…” There’s something pleading in her tone. JJ pulls her gaze back when Brooke does so that they’re both looking at each other. And it feels like the first time either of them has really looked at each other in a long time, the first time they’ve both seen all of it, taken the walls and the reasons and the anger away. But Brooke’s questions make JJ want to build those walls back. They make her want to hide from the penetrative stare of Brooke Davis and her eyes that JJ has always unraveled under. She shakes her head, takes in a breath and moves her hands to try and wipe her eyes with a pained smile, like she’s tired of all of her own emotions – because she is and yet she knows they’ll come out anyway. Jennifer Jareau would be damned if there’d ever be a single thing Brooke Davis asked her for that she wouldn’t give her. 

Exhaling, JJ worked herself toward the answers. She ran her lips through her teeth. “I got transferred a few years ago, to a task force the Secretary of State assembled with the DOD in Afghanistan. The story’s long but …. it came with all these secrets. All of this stuff I couldn’t tell anyone about or tell Will about. Our convoy was attacked and I … was pregnant.” Her voice shakes and JJ steadies herself again, again forcing a pained looking smile over everything else. “After I just … I shut it all off. I couldn’t face him and I couldn’t tell him the truth. I could barely face myself and everything I had done overseas and… he got impatient. He had a right to. I’m not sure we were ever really in love. And I think that only made it worse. Earlier this year some things happened and it all .. came to light. Now the secrets are gone and it doesn’t matter who I tell. But … I’ve still never told anyone about the baby. I never told him.” She meets Brooke’s eyes again and twists her lips, considering something. “People I get vulnerable around scare me. You’ve always gotten the answers out of me so easily. I think it’s why I froze you out so hard when we were kids.”

She didn’t know what she as expecting, but whatever thought could’ve crossed Brooke Davis’ mind, it was definitely not this. The product of her own insecurities, the ones she tries to conceal as they boil up to the surface, wonders if that’s what she’s destined for too, again. To meet a fate just like the one JJ’s ex husband did –– but she slams a lid on it just as quickly as it comes, swallows the knot in her throat. I’m not sure we were ever really in love. And that was just the thing, maybe the difference. Love. What she’d been running away from since she put high school behind her, but what had knocked on her door in the most unexpected of moments, despite how eager she’d been to slam the door in it’s face. 

❛ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...❜ She doesn’t quite know what she’s apologizing for –– everything that JJ went through, losing her baby, how it shattered her marriage, the hardships of her job, or the way she says she makes her vulnerable. Either way, Brooke touches JJ’s cheeks and wipes them over, and over, and over again with the pad of her thumb. ❛ For all of that. For this. For everything ––❜ And she drops her hands to the sides of JJ’s neck, her shoulders, before she closes the small amount of space left between them to bring their foreheads together... ❛ Do you want to start over?❜ 

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j-reau​:

“Do you remember?” She asks it so quietly with Brooke Davis so close to her. “All of those questions you asked me when we were kids?” JJ remembers them like a recording. It had played on loop through the rest of her high school years. Why didn’t you tell me about your parents? Why didn’t you call me while you were away at that camp? Why didn’t you ask for my help? And why won’t you ever let me all the way in? They’d sat in her head and reminded JJ of everything she’d never be good at it. They sit in her head now and tell her the same – the same thing they’d been saying all this time until this exact moment, unsure what she’s going to do now that Brooke Davis is in her life again. 

“You asked me why. Probably a dozen times.” A lump forms in her throat and JJ swallows it, tries to focus on the ghost of Brooke’s fingers squeezing against her, and the touch of her lips at the corner of her mouth and how she feels seventeen again. “You don’t have to be sorry, Brooke. I should have … given you answers. I didn’t know how. I was sixteen and trying to be the daughter my mother wanted, trying to put normalcy back in my house and I’d never considered that that wasn’t possible. I’d never considered that letting you go wasn’t the only option, or that just because I said nothing that happened at camp got to me didn’t mean that something hadn’t gotten to me. Because something did. And it was whatever convinced me not to … love things. Not to let myself love things or be loved. And I finally got rid of it. I found work and I was happy. And I found Henry and Will and I loved them. And the moment …. I broke again I did the same thing to them that I did to you. I stopped … knowing how to let anyone in. I think that might be the part of me that’s broken. it’s never been about shame or guilt or believing what that camp sold. It was just me … being afraid and determined at the same time and thinking that if I pushed hard enough at one I could silence the other. And I hurt you too because of it. I know we were kids and – god if you weren’t one of the meanest. But after I carried you to bed that night at Nathan’s party … I knew I couldn’t be half one thing and half the other. So I just … let you go. Without ever considering what you wanted. You don’t have to make up anything to me. That’s not what I’m asking you for.”

She remembers everything. That’s what she wants to say, even the things JJ doesn’t know, like how her own ruthless brand of mean that entire year after she’d broken up with her was the only way Brooke knew how to mourn the first person she’d ever truly, undoubtedly loved. How in moments when she was at her worst, like that same night at Nathan’s party, all she wanted was to call her, that she almost did, that their breakup was just the beginning of a list of ex lovers that had left her hurt and jaded. That all of this, this leap that she’s taking with her after all of these years, is the first time Brooke had opened herself up to anyone in a very, very long time, but she has a feeling, that if she were to tell Jennifer Jareau any of this, that she already knows it. 

❛ What happened –––❜ It barely comes out, but the question remains burning enough in the back of her head that she can’t let it hang between them. She seldom ever asks or talks about JJ’s relationship with her ex-husband, and she knows very well it comes from all the places her insecurities are buried deep and where their claws have burrowed into her skin. She doesn’t tell her that, that sometimes she looks at little Henry and no matter how much she examines who they are and all the things they could be, there are some things she can’t compete with. But she has to know, now that it hangs in between them, and she pulls back to look at JJ again. ❛ –– with you, and Will, and whatever made you afraid to let anyone in?❜

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𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.

bold   —   applies always or most of the time. italic   —   sometimes  applies, applies with only certain people. strike  —  never  applies  /  hard  limit.

—    INCLINATION    /   HABITS

is  submissive  | is  dominant |  prefers  to  top  |  prefers  to  bottom  |  likes  to  switch  | identifies  as  heterosexual |  identifies  as  homosexual  | identifies  as  bisexual | identifies  as  pansexual  |  identifies  as  demisexual  | identifies  as  asexual |  enjoys  sex  with  men | enjoys  sex  with  women  |  enjoys  sex  with  aliens  |   enjoys  sex  with  androids  |   enjoys  sex  with  monsters  |   enjoys  sex  with  any  sex  /  gender | enjoys  sex  with  multiple  people  at  once  | initiates | waits  for  partner  to  initiate |  spits | swallows  |  prefers  sex  in  the  morning  |  prefers  sex  at  night  |  will  have  sex  anytime  |  no  sex  drive  |  low  sex  drive  |  average  sex  drive |  high  sex  drive  |  hypersexual |  fluctuating  sex  drive.

—   BODY   /    APPEARANCE

small  build  |  medium  build  |  athletic  build |  muscular  build  |  curvy  build  |  voluptuous  build  |  wears  boxers  |  wears  briefs  |  wears  lingerie  |  goes  ‘ commando ’ |  shaves / waxes  |  manscapes  | doesn’t  shave / wax |  cup  size  a – c  | cup  size  d – f  |  1 – 5"  in  length  | 6 – 9″  in  length  |  10”  or  over  in  length.

—   SOUNDS

is  silent / makes  little  to  no  sounds  |  is  very  quiet  |  is  very  loud  |  grows  in  volume  over  time  |  bites hand / partner / pillow  to  muffle  themselves | calls  out  partner’s  name  |  curses  | growls  |  sobs  |  whines | fakes / exaggerates  |  prefers  a  quiet  partner  |  prefers  a  loud / appropriately  vocal  partner  |  prefers  a  responsive  partner  |  no preference towards partner’s volume | is  turned  on  by  dirty  talk  | is  turned  off  by  dirty  talk.

—    TURN  ONS    /    KINKS

having  their  hands  pinned | pinning  their  partner’s  hands |  having  their  hair  pulled | pulling  their  partner’s  hair |  being  watched  ( by  their  partner ) |  being  watched  ( by  a  third  party ) |  watching their partner | receiving  oral |  giving  oral |  calling  their  partner  ‘ daddy ’  |  being  called  ‘ daddy ’  |  calling  their  partner  ‘ mommy ‘ |  being  called  ‘ mommy ‘ |  calling  their  partner  ‘ master ‘ | being  called  ‘ master ‘  |  calling  their  partner  ‘ mistress ‘ |  being  called  ‘ mistress ‘ |  giving praise  | receiving praise  | biting / marking | being  bitten  /  marked |  spanking  |  being  spanked | teasing | being teased |  having  toys  used  on  them  |  using  toys  on  their  partner |  giving anal  |  receiving  anal  |  choking  |  being  choked  | dirty  talk | being  tied  up  |  tying  their  partner  up |  being  worshiped  | worshiping  their  partner  |  humiliating  |  being  humiliated  |  degrading  |  being  degraded |  being  pegged  |  ‘pegging’  their  partner  | being  edged | edging  | age gap  |  anonymous  sex  | blood  play |  breeding |  chastity devices |  clothed / partially clothed  |  condoms  | deep - throating  |  facials  | face sitting |  feminization ( cock called clit,  hole called pussy  )  |  fisting  |  gags  |  glory holes |  gun  play |  intercrural sex  | knife  play | lingerie  |  nipple clamps |  nipple  play  | orgasm  denial | overstimulation |  pregnancy |  prostate milking  | public  sex  | rimming  | roleplay  |  sadism / masochism |  size  difference  |  somnophilia  |  squirting  |  suspension  |  wax play.

—    PLACES

airplane  |  alleyway |  bath  |  beach  | bedroom  |  boat  |  bus  |  car |  cathedral / church  |  cemetery  |  closet |  concert |  dressing room  |  elevator |  empty or abandoned building  |  field  |  forest |  gym  | home bathroom  | hospital |  kitchen |  library  |  movie  theatre  |  museum |  ocean  |  parking lot  |  planetarium  |  pool  |  public bathroom | rooftop  |  school |  sex  club  |  shower |  tent |  terrace |  train  |  workplace.

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seesgood​:

❝ is this seat taken? ❞  she knows it’s not. because she’s been lurking at the bar of the small café for an hour trying to work up the nerve to approach the pretty brunette. it’s not stalking though — at least that’s what she tells bonnie on the phone. stalking implies that there’s ill intent. and she doesn’t have that. well, unless you count the fact that, for the past six months, she’s been screwing  ( and falling entirely in love with )  that woman’s husband. no. no, it’s not stalking if it’s in the name of girl code. and she’s a firm believer in girl code. hence the reason she finally manages to approach the table, dropping herself into the empty chair and setting her phone face down in front of her.  ❝ you’re brooke, right? ❞  as if she doesn’t know. as if she hasn’t been cyber-stalking for the past two days since she saw lucas kiss her cheek in greeting when she tried to surprise him here.  ❝ i’m caroline. ❞  that’s about as far as she manages to stick to the speech she prepared in her head. 

clearing her throat, caroline shifts her weight. she wonders what she would prefer, if she were in this situation. rip it off like a band-aid? not tell her at all? let her think her marriage — and her husband — is as perfect and wholesome as she does? let her live a lie?  ❝ i’ve been dating your husband. ❞  the words tumble out before she can stop them and she winces, attempting to backtrack.  ❝ i mean i didn’t know he was your husband — not at the time. he didn’t mention he was anyone’s husband. he was just like, the perfect guy in the bar who hit on me and who i went home with and actually called the next day and… ❞  he was the nice guy. that right there should have been her first hint that something was wrong.  ❝ anyway i figured you should know, considering we both managed to be screwed over by the same scumbag. ❞  she pauses, fingers tapping against the side of her phone nervously.  ❝ i have proof. texts and stuff. — i swear i didn’t know he was married, i wouldn’t have looked twice at him if i knew he was. ❞          /         @laebeled​ !      

Everything has been strange lately. Lucas has been acting strange, and a sinking feeling in her gut that Brooke Davis, all her life, has been so proficient at listening to, has been in the forefront of her mind more so now, than ever before. Brooke knows. It’s what Peyton’s told her about twelve times now. She knows. Late nights, dodgy phone calls, book signing trips with a proclivity to extend –– he kisses her less, touches her less, loves her less. She doesn’t have to hire a professional to follow him around to know exactly what her husband has been doing behind her back for the past few months, even if a part of her, that part that wants to sink her nails, and claw, and hold onto the last bits of hope to save her marriage push away the very thought that Lucas could ever be seeing another woman behind her back. Because the Lucas Scott she knows and married would never do that... Or so she thought. 

Its why she’s alone here today, drinking coffee by herself, and dodging work calls and responsibilities. She can’t think alone at home, but weirdly, she can think here –– and its why, when Caroline takes a seat across from her, and drops the bomb on her lap before she even has time to open her mouth to formulate a response to any of her questions (Yes, she can sit there, and yes she is Brooke), she’s not surprised, but it doesn’t mean her heart doesn’t sink into her stomach all the same. She has to let go of her coffee mug, because her hands are suddenly shaking, and it trembles against the small plate underneath it before she swallows the knot in her throat and overextends her fingers like a remedy for her sudden, onset wave of sadness and panic. And she can only stare at this girl, beautiful, and bright, and stricken by the light coming through the window of the coffee shop in a way that makes her both simultaneously angry and every bit like a fool –– she’s just his type. 

So she breathes, blinks past the tears that well in her eyes that suddenly turn glossy and red, clears her throat –– ❛ Show me. The texts... everything. Show me. ❜

[j-reau-deactivated20251005]

I only have one question –– what's love got to do with it?

and i have only one answer, my love. 

*clears throat*

wHOA-Ooooooo- wHATS LOVE

[chuckclayton]

I don’t know, aren’t you tired of measuring yourself by what guys think? I just…I need to stop chasing boys and focus on myself more so. 

I hear ya.

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@j-reau​

❛ –– JJ, you’re bleeding. ❜ There is such an undeniable sincerity in the inflection in which Brooke says those two words, that its undoubtedly heartfelt, when JJ crosses the threshold of her home and it catches Brooke’s attention almost instantly. She takes the bruised and battered hand in her’s, careful not to bend it at the knuckles where the damage has been done, but she stays frozen, looking at her injury with a frown and an almost comical concern on her face. She doesn’t know what to do. ❛ Shouldn’t a doctor take a look at this? I can drive you the ER. Or, I could get you some ice, or a bandage... Are you okay? ❜