What is your favourite form of engagement on fics? Like do you have a preference, because I know likes can be unsatisfactory but I don't really know what writers prefer (comments, reblogs, asks). I am asking a handful of others, just to get a few perspectives on it
hiya, honestly i just love hearing what people have to say about my fics! what they liked, a little moment that made them smile or anything of that sort. so personally, i really love comments or reblogs that have comments on them - anything like that warms my heart and can be really motivating to continue writing.
i also just truly appreciate reblogs (and i know for a fact all other writers do as well) because that’s the only thing that distributes the fics wider and allows them to have more reach - it makes me feel as though readers think other people deserve to read my stuff
pairing: jonathan byers x reader
summary: steve is a nosy motherfucker and he's not afraid to admit it, but when he finds some things that tiptoe past his close friends' boundaries, he immediately feels guilty. a.k.a steve discovers your relationship with jonathan after snooping in his friend's room
wc: 1.4k+
cw: allusions to smut but honestly noy even, stonathan friendship
Over the years, Steve Harrington has learned to embrace the fact that he is one nosy man. Nosier than most people around him, and especially when it comes to the people in his close circle. He pretends to be nosy about the people he doesn’t know — about the people he used to walk the school halls with and what they’re doing not — but what Steve really cares about are the details about his closest friends.
He’s shameless now, sitting in Jonathan’s room, fingers twitching at his sides. Not to steal, but to snoop. Jonathan has left him alone for a limited time, and Steve knows this might be his only chance to learn something new about his friend. He starts with the obvious choice, ducking low to see if Jonathan is hiding anything under his bed, but all he finds is a box of unopened rolls of film. Steve hums, standing up and making his way to Jonathan’s desk. He opens the first drawer, then the second, sighing disappointedly when all he finds are boring work documents and badly written film ideas.
Steve prompts himself to think like his friend. He is Jonathan. He walks towards the bedroom’s door, then rolls his shoulders back as he turns around, taking in the small room in front of him. I am Jonathan, and I have a secret, Steve thinks, humming thoughtfully. I am boring, and trust my family not to go through my things, so I’m not careful with my secrets. Steve smirks, hoping to himself that Jonathan isn’t as stupid as he’s portraying him in his own mind, though his expectations are low. Steve plops himself down on Jonathan’s mattress, keeping his eyes on the bedroom door as he opens the drawer of Jonathan’s bedside table.
A delighted laugh leaves Steve as he pokes his finger around the stuffed drawer, hitting a hard plastic box. He grabs it with one extended hand, not caring that papers and trinkets are collapsing on top of each other, destroying the organised mess in the drawer. The little box is made of a dark purple plastic with a lid that flips open, and Steve can see through its side that there’s stacks of instant film photos. He chews on his bottom lip, hoping that there’s something interesting inside, not just the regular artsy photos that no one sees the beauty in but Jonathan.
He flicks the lid up, wincing when it painfully stays shut. Steve sticks his finger in his mouth for a moment to ease the pain, sticking the box between his thighs so he can use his other hand to open the box. Steve makes a noise of achievement as the lid lets loose, and he raises his eyebrows when the first polaroids on both stacks are turned face down. He lets out a deep exhale, shutting his eyes for a long moment as his thumb hooks under the first image. He turns the picture over, and his jaw instantly drops open, eyes going wide.
Whatever Steve was expecting, it wasn’t this. It wasn’t a picture of you on your knees on Jonathan’s mattress, wearing nothing but a bra, underwear and a beaming smile on your face. There’s nothing special about your attire (or lack thereof), but somehow that shocks Steve even more. It’s so… mundane. Are all the other images in the stack photos of you? Are you and Jonathan dating? He gulps thickly, immediately knowing what has to be done. He puts the image aside to glance down at the one below it, feeling the blood flee from his face. You’re half straddling Jonathan in this one, one leg supporting your body weight on the mattress, the other one resting over Jonathan’s thigh. Below you, Jonathan is shirtless, and he’s only wearing boxers, leaving the rest of his body bare. His arm is tight around your waist, creating an arch of your body into his, chest pressing against his. But neither of you focus on the other’s near naked bodies, instead looking into each other’s eyes, lips almost touching. The photo is taken in a mirror — the very one hanging on the back of Jonathan’s door.
Steve can predict what the rest of the photos are, but he lets himself keep guessing, because as nosy as he is, he respects his friends enough not to go snooping through naked photos of them. He returns the photos in the box, then abandons the box in the drawer as Jonathan had left it.
He thinks back to last time he was in this house with you and Jonathan. Robin, Nancy and Eddie had been here too, with the one exception from Joyce that you all needed to keep an eye out for the younger ones. Glorified babysitting, even though they were always out without anyone knowing of their whereabouts. You had all been huddled in the living room, when you eventually wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering lightly to bring heat to your body.
“Cold?” Jonathan had asked you from across the coffee table. You had nodded, and Jonathan had nodded in the direction of his room, offering “You want a hoodie?”
Steve remembers the way you had smiled shyly, shrugging your shoulders with twinkling eyes as you mumbled “Would you let me steal one?”
“Yeah, you can get one. Or I’ll-” He cut himself off when you pushed yourself off the cushion you were sat on, beelining to his room. You returned wearing a hoodie, and as you sat, Steve had thought about the way your face had lit up for Jonathan, like you had a crush on him.
Now he knows.
He doesn’t feel relieved or excited to have discovered this, instead he feels an overwhelming sensation of guilt. And so when Jonathan walks into the room, Steve immediately blurts out “I went through your things.”
Jonathan sighs, gesturing disappointedly with his arms as he scolds “Steve! Come on man!” But Steve doesn’t reply, so Jonathan takes a moment to observe his friend, squinting his eyes at him. “Steve?” Jonathan prompts, and the shameful boy shrugs slowly, shoulders stuck by his ears. “Steve, what did you find?”
“I know you guys are dating.” Jonathan’s jaw goes slack at Steve’s confession. “Dude.”
“I only saw the top two photos!”
“Why were you going through my things anyway!?”
“Because I’m nosy! But I didn’t expect to find-” Steve gestures clumsily with both hands, spluttering as he tries to find the right word to describe the intimate photos he had found.
“So what did you expect to find!?” Jonathan asks, internally panicking. What is he going to tell you?
“I don’t know, like porn magazines or an embarrassing diary?” Jonathan huffs, unable to understand Steve’s moral standing. Still, he’s grateful for the guilt the boy displays, and the immediate honesty he had shown.
“Okay, hold on, let me give her a call.” Steve’s eyebrows lift up in surprise when Jonathan walks out of the room to dial your number on the house phone. He trails behind him, waiting by the bedroom door and watching from a distance as Jonathan rounds his shoulders nervously, cradling the phone by his ear as he waits for your response.
“Hi baby.” Jonathan mumbles through the crackling of your phone, and you stretch on your bed at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. “Hi handsome.” Jonathan flushes darkly, trying to picture you. Did you answer from your bedroom, or did you pick up from the house’s main phone? He hopes for the first one, picturing you in your small pyjamas, knowing you’ve been home all day. “Steve knows about us.”
Jonathan isn’t expecting you to laugh lightly from the other end of the line, but you do, and he instantly feels a little weight lifted off his chest. You’re not made. “That’s okay, Jonny, they’re bound to find out at some point or another. Not like we tried very hard to hide it either.”
The memory hits Jonathan like a truck. He knows exactly which occasion you’re talking about, and he instinctively glances up to see if Steve’s still here. He is, and Jonathan quickly looks away. Slow kisses in the Harrington’s guest bathroom at a small gathering is indeed risky, especially when you were wearing a glittery gloss that’s difficult to wipe away, leaving traces of itself on Jonathan’s skin.
“Can I see you today?” Jonathan asks, and Steve smirks from the doorway, retreating back into Jonathan’s room as you respond “You can see me right now if you want to.”
Jonathan gulps: he quickly needs to think up an excuse to ditch Steve.
pairing: regulus black x reader
summary: sirius gets the honour of discovering what his brother regulus is like with his friends in more intimate settings, and can't help but be enthralled by how he behaves with his girlfriend.
wc: 1.7k
There’s nothing like being invited to a function by someone you’re not too close to. You get to witness the friendship dynamics between your friends and the people closest to them and weasel your way into new friendship connections. Their friends become your friends, and your life becomes an endless circle of beautiful social interactions. The marauders are no strangers to being invited to parties by their friends, but it’s definitely a first for them to be invited to anything by a group of slytherins, let alone Regulus Black’s own friend group.
Sirius and James have their guard up a little too high, because while they cradle their beers and huddle like a pair of penguins, Remus and Lily seem to be having fantastic conversation with a couple of Regulus’s closest friends across the garden. Sirius looks around the vast backyard — just minutes ago you had been singing with your friends to muggle music Sirius had to admit was in fact amazing, and Regulus had been mixing drinks by the makeshift bars and offering them to some friends who chugged them then instantly gagged at the strong taste.
Now, Sirius spots Regulus cradling a tall glass in his hands. The liquid inside it is colourful, and a small plastic straw is sticking out of the glass as Regulus makes his way towards you, trying not to spill the cocktail he made you. Sirius’s gaze is glued to you and his brother, even as James suggests for them to join in on a conversation somewhere. Sirius nods, but it still attentive to the way Regulus holds the glass up higher for you, and you lean down to latch your lips around the straw, taking eager sips from the drink as you carefully shield your face from your hair. Regulus carefully watches you, moving the glass to one hand so he can settle his second arm around your waist as you straighten up, immediately wrapping your arms over Regulus’s shoulders. You instantly press a kiss to your boyfriend's cheek, lips moving softly as you thank him for the drink. Despite Regulus creating abominable drinks for his friends mere minutes ago, this one is absolutely perfect for you — not to sweet nor too strong, but something you'll ask him to make you again.
Regulus grins widely and freely, and Sirius immediately assumes that Regulus is extremely intoxicated to be so overtly happy. But Regulus can’t be drunk, not when his movements are so graceful and co-ordinated. Sirius’s eyes widen when you slot your lips against your boyfriend’s and Regulus immediately reciprocates the act, tilting his head to the side slightly so you can deepen the kiss when you press your body against his, nudging your tongue into his mouth. Sirius averts his gaze when he realises he’s been stood there watching his brother snog the girlfriend he hasn't even met yet.
It’s a good call, because Regulus blindly reaches behind him to put down the drink so he can put both hands on your body, gripping your waist softly as he tangles his tongue with yours. Barty passes behind Regulus, smacking a strong hand onto his shoulder, causing your boyfriend to stumble forward and subsequently causing a moan to tumble from your lips. Regulus’s lips break from yours with a sigh falling from between them. You both turn to find Barty and playfully glare at him, still clinging onto each other, and Barty laughs into the rim of his beer bottle as he catches his best friend’s eye.
Regulus presses a kiss to the corner of your lips to retrieve your attention once more, and he brings up a hand to wipe away at your smudged lip gloss. You stand quietly, letting him brush the excess makeup away with his thumb, holding his hand in place when he begins moving it away so you can press a sweet kiss to his thumb. When Regulus lifts his eyes back up to meet yours, he smiles softly at you, hugging you close with one arm as he spins you both so he can fetch your drink from the counter. He takes a small sip from it then offers it to you, smirking to himself when you open your mouth to chase after the straw. Regulus takes that time to glance around the room, scoffing in amusement when he finds his older brother standing with his arms crossed as his friends make conversation with people.
“Wanna come say hi to my brother?” Regulus asks, immediately noting the slight nervousness that appears in your eyes at the mention. He smiles when you nod nonetheless, index finger coming up to brush against the line of your lips to hide evidence of the passionate kiss you had shared with Regulus. Your boyfriend lifts his hand to cradle your face, his other one abandoning the drink again so he can clean the skin surrounding your lips — seriously this time. He digs a hand in his pocket to retrieve a familiar tube of lip gloss, and you smile widely when he unscrews it, lifting it up to your lips. You part your lips slightly, eyes glued to your boyfriend as he carefully drags the item across your plump bottom lip, pressing his own lips together for you to mimic the movement before lifting the wand again to apply product onto the delicate line of your top lip. You so desperately want to kiss Regulus for the intimate act he has just displayed, but you don't want to ruin his precious work, so instead you mutter “Thank you” and take the hand Regulus offers you when he lets go of your waist.
Regulus calls out his brother’s name, and Sirius instantly feels relieved to partake in conversation with someone familiar to him. Yes, they may still be patching up their relationship, but Sirius definitely prefers Regulus’s company over anyone else’s.
“Y’alright mate?” Asks Sirius as he approaches you both, bringing a hand up to dap up his brother. Regulus lets go of your hand so he can pat his brother’s shoulder as they go into a weird half-hug that only men ever seem to do. “Sirius, this is-” You cut your boyfriend off to introduce yourself to Sirius, holding a hand out respectfully. “A shaker, huh?” Sirius asks as he shakes your hand, and you glance down to where your hands meet, frowning softly. “No actually, I don’t know why I did that.” Sirius smirks, glancing back towards Regulus, who tilts his head to the side with a smile.
“She wants you to like her, is all.”
“Is that so wrong?” You ask quietly, pressing yourself into your boyfriend’s side. Regulus presses a kiss to your temple, shaking his head softly. “Hey, why don’t you go meet some of Sirius’s friends while I show him around? See if anyone’s giving them trouble?” You nod quickly, letting Sirius get dragged away by Regulus. You let your shoulders slump in relief. Now Sirius is going to think you’re shy because you were barely able to utter a single word in front of him. Maybe you just need another drink.
When you snap yourself out of it, you realise you’re being watched by a certain trio. They make their way over to you, Lily leading the pack, and you shortly consider turning around and pretending you didn’t see them. “Scary, huh?” Lily suggests, and you eagerly nod your head. “Most terrifying interaction of my life, I think, and I’ve been given a detention by Professor McGonagall before.”
James laughs loudly at your comment but nods nonetheless, as he mutters “I know that’s right.”
Remus shrugs, lighting a cigarette as he mumbles, “I don’t know, I would’ve thought meeting the parents would be scarier.”
You huff out a laugh, shaking your head in disagreement. “You’d be surprised by how little their parents care. The second they found out who my parents were, I was in the clear. A sad thought, really, but at least they leave us alone." You freeze, eyes widening at your own words, adding "Sorry, I tend to overshare a little when I drink and Pandora isn’t by my side to censor me.”
“At least you have someone to hold you back - all these three do is encourage each other.” Your eyes turn sympathetic at Lily’s words, but you laugh a little at the offended look in her boyfriend’s eyes. You lean in closer to Lily, mumbling quietly “Look, honey, if you need more girls around, we’re here.”
“Come on, Black, don’t try to steal my girlfriend, that’s not classy.” Argues James, but you just raise an eyebrow at him, echoing “Black?”
He freezes for a moment, unsure how to recover from calling you by your boyfriend’s last name, but a hand appears on your waist accompanied by a voice that says “No, that’s right.”
Your face goes hot at Regulus’s words, and you twist your torso to get a good look at him. He shrugs as he meets your eyes, asking genuinely “You do know I’m going to ask you to marry me soon enough, don’t you?” Rendered speechless, you’re unable to do anything but stare at Regulus as his brother and his friends stare at your reaction. “I mean, well, I did, but I…” You trail off, blinking slowly, and Regulus grins, excusing you both from the conversation with the few outliers.
Regulus waits patiently as you open and close your mouth, gathering your thoughts into words before finally saying “I guess I hoped more than I really knew - I just didn’t know we were advertising it to people.” Regulus scoffs lovingly, squeezing your hips “Gonna marry you and build you a nice house our parents won’t know of. And I’ll keep loving you until even after I die.”
You lift yourself onto your tippy toes to press a kiss to Regulus’s lips, mumbling against them “Drinking makes you sappy, you know?”
He hums, replying “I’ve said too much, haven’t I?”
“Nonsense.”
Sirius stares from across the room as Regulus brings you into another kiss and sighs; he thought they had been invited to a party, not an engagement celebration.
hello everybody, may i present to you the fic i wrote yesterday/today that i am quite proud of. standing at 3.5k words, she is a jake perslta fic set in the florida witness protection pipeline and i love her
this is my writing notion so i feel qualified to talk about this.
the basic things to know are /heading, /column (to split the screen into as many columns as you want, my main page has 2), /callout (for that green block i made with the title 'writing schedule), /quote (on the left side that says "all my aus").
okay as you see, i have a bunch of different tabs for my different fandoms. they're kind of like pages (/pages) which basically look like text that opens a new page for you, but instead they can be displayed like a gallery. to get this type /gallery view.
this is what one of the pages looks like, and you can extend it to full screen. as you can see, inside the gallery, i made another gallery with my wips for that fandom
if you want to paste photos, you can paste them normally, but any cool blocks or links you want to add you can simply type /embed and add the link. this link i've taken from indify to make a notion widget, and i've just embedded it. you can also add links from websites by typing /bookmark (which shows up as web bookmark)
to add colour blocks, you have to copy paste this in:
$$\color{#f788d4}\rule{5000px}{6px}$$
the text i've made bold can be replaced by any colour hex code or you can type in a colour.
you can also add calendars!
I have mine in a separate page titled "ready to post" that you can see in the screenshot ive put
it literally just looks like a calendar, and you can add events, or as i've put, posts. just type /calendar
summary: another unsolved case draws you back to the precinct in the middle of a night out, and after already having a couple of drinks, it's jake who needs to drive you home to get you into appropriate clothes for work
wc: 2.3k+
cw: jake is kind of pervy but sweet
“Okay, which one of you do I have to blame for being back here!?” You snap, dumping your little purse onto the table in front of you. Everyone in the briefing room turns at the sound of your expected presence, but instead of offering you an answer, everyone freezes. You cross your arms over your chest, watching in live action as at least three pairs of eyes trail to your chest. You instantly drop your arms. You’d spent more time getting ready to go out than you actually spent out with your friends, and a single message just so happened to be enough to pull you away from your first night out in weeks. Now, you’re stood in your place of work wearing tall boots, the tiniest pair of form fitting shorts you own, a revealing top, and of course a full face of smokey makeup.
“Not me.” Jake scoffs awkwardly, sliding his hands across the table in front of him and very guiltily looking around at his coworkers. He swallows thickly, eyes immediately returning to you. You huff, sliding into the closest seat and crossing one exposed leg over the other. “Eyes to yourself, Hitchcock!” You snap, scoffing with an eye roll. The old man turns away from you slowly, mumbling something under his breath. The others only turn their chairs towards you, and its only when you raise your eyebrows at them that someone starts talking. Unfortunately for you, that person is Amy.
“You look ready to go out!” She smiles, shimmying her shoulders slowly in attempt to be relatable. She catches her actions before anyone has to call them out, and lets her face fall, shaking her head. “I was out. And I was having fun and I was seeing my friends, and now I’m back here.” Charles squints his eyes at you, leaning closer to you. “Friends other than us?” He questions, and you throw your arms out, saying “Fucking obviously, Charles!”
You whine, lips falling into a pout, and Jake smirks from where he’s sat in front of you as you throw your head back. “This is so unfair, Jake!” Jake swallows thickly, feeling his heart thump aggressively in his chest at the way you whine his name. You lean forward onto the table in front of you, resting your chin on one of your propped up hands. “Someone’s already had a couple of drinks, huh?” Asks Amy, trying to lighten up your mood. Rosa laughs before you even answer Amy at the glare you shoot her, covering her mouth when you shoot “And what about it, Santiago? At least I’ve got some friends I can drink with.”
Amy nods curtly, leaning back in her chair as Sarge and Captain Holt enter the room for the briefing. You feel the Captain’s eyes settle on you immediately, and he keeps them on you as he begins “Apologies everyone, I know you all have places to be tonight, but Detective Peralta here seems to have made the mistake of making an arrest with no evidence on a friday night. As of now, we have 47 hours to find evidence. If anyone needs to go home and get changed quickly but is too... intoxicated to drive, let Peralta take you.”
Jake stiffens, and you instantly know that he wants to argue his punishment, but Captain Holt has already left the room. Jake spins in his chair, looking at you and asking with a nervous smile “You don’t happen to have spare clothes in your locker, do you?” You smile at him, enunciating lowly “I get to choose the music in the car.”
Rosa chuckles when you stand sharply, flicking your head as you spin in direction of the exit, then tightly grasp the back of a chair to stabilise yourself when dizziness overtakes you. “Woah.” She mutters, and you glance back to see what she’s talking about, but her eyes trail up your body to look at you with wide eyes as she asks “Sick tattoo.”
You twist your torso in an attempt to get a sneak peak of the ink on your skin as you thank her. You glance over to Jake and Charles, both of whom stand with their mouths agape, and you raise an eyebrow, barely prepared for Jake’s dazzling smile to return to his face with the overly excited comment of “Oh, you’re all tramped up!”
“Tramp stamp. You know I almost got one of those in…” Charles lets himself trail off when you all turn your attention to him, and he shrugs as an announcement that he has silenced himself. “Didn’t take you for the type to have a tramp stamp.” Jake says again, eyes flitting down to where your tattoo is no longer showing. Instead, he’s momentarily distracted by the sight of your breasts in the top you’re wearing. He clears his throat uncomfortably.
“Nah, it makes total sense.” Rosa denies, nodding your head at you. “It does?” Jake asks, and the woman shrugs, saying “Go partying with her once and you’ll see it.”
“Come on Peralta, you’re driving.” Jake scurries behind you when you spin around again, leaving the room. He grabs your forgotten purse on the way out, his eyes dipping down to your tattoo again.
When you both get in the car, Jake hands you the cable connected to his car’s radio, and whilst you pick the music on your phone, he risks a glance at you. Sure, Jake has always thought you were beautiful. After all, the man has basically had a crush on you since joining the precinct, but he’s never managed to see you all dressed up for a night out, because whenever the squad goes out, it's for a casual drink after work or an unexciting holiday. This isn't just hot though, it's almost unbearable for the man. “Sorry I ruined your night.”
You glance up at Jake, shrugging your shoulders with a small smile on your glittery lips. “I’m sure you can find a way to make it worthwhile for me.” Jake gulps, and you giggle to yourself, reaching over to increase the volume of the music you’ve hooked to the car.
When Jake parks his car, he watches you sling your purse over your shoulder, gathering all your hair in a ponytail to untangle it from the bag’s strap. He smiles when you push the door open, climbing out of the passenger’s seat, and his eyes go wide when your thighs separate from the leather seat, your shorts climbing up your legs.
“I’ll wait here!” Jake calls out, and you tilt your head to the side with an expression of disbelief. “Come on Jake, you know I’m going to take forever!”
Jake chuckles, then nods his head, joining you on the sidewalk in front of your building. He’s been here once, maybe twice before, and still, he’s impressed that you’re blessed with a functioning elevator that takes you to your apartment on the fourth floor. Under the bright lights of the elevator, Jake gets a better look at you while you stare at yourself in the mirror, playing with your hair and inspecting your makeup. He can’t believe you had the courage to step into your workplace like this, especially around the eager eyes of younger, uniformed policemen.
Not that you need to have courage to go out like this, Jake thinks, it’s just that you look dangerously stunning. And above all else, your shorts really are tiny, and not only do they show the lowest sliver of your back, where you have your tattoo on display, but they also show off the plump fat of your ass that peeks from underneath the fabric. The elevator doors open, and despite knowing which door leads to your flat, Jake accepts the way you grab his hand, leading him there yourself.
Yes, your apartment has more than one room in it, but you insist that Jake sits down in your room with you. He doesn’t know how you afford to live somewhere so nice, or to sleep on such a nice mattress, but Jake enjoys it while he’s there, watching as you go through items in your closet in a desperate attempt to find something to wear. You’ve done this today already, Jake can tell from the much flimsier items that are already on your floor. “Just wear the pants you had on this morning.” Jake suggests, smiling when you spin around your room, trying to locate them. He stands up, deciding to try and be of help, and he walks to your spacious bathroom.
God, he’s envious of this place.
His eyes almost instantly find your laundry basket, and he freezes at the sight of lacy panties dangling from its edge, and another pair on the floor next to familiar trousers. He doesn’t know why he hesitates like that, but he bends down to pick up your pants, feeling his pants tighten uncomfortably when he spots a bra not far.
Jake needs to remind himself that he’s a grown man. He’s seen underwear and naked women before, and this really shouldn’t be a big deal because none of it is sexual at all. But this stuff belongs to you, it has been on your body and who knows, maybe tonight a man was going to come home with you to take the next pair of lacy panties off your body if Jake hadn't stopped it from happening.
“Found them!” Jake calls, holding the pants up. You come running into the bathroom, leaning down to unzip your boots, one hand clutching Jake’s arm to keep you steady. You kick the boots into the bathroom somewhere, fingers immediately working at undoing your shorts, and whilst Jake respectfully averts his gaze from you as you undress, he knows there probably isn’t much more to see. It’s not like the shorts were hiding much.
Probably.
Jake catches onto your reflection in the mirror as you slide your shorts down your legs — whether that was a conscious choice of not, he’s unsure, but he does know that his mouth goes dry at the sight of you wearing simple black underwear. Unfortunately for him, it does uncover more than the shorts, but Jake forces himself to shut his eyes as you take the pants from him. Before today, Jake had never even seen you remotely dressed up (apart from that time Gina and Charles’s parents got married, but that doesn’t count compared to this), and now you’re standing in front of Jake in almost nothing. Pretty much.
“Okay, now all I need is a shirt. Easy, easy, easy, easy - fuck! Jake, I have nothing to wear!” The detective gently grabs you by your biceps, looking at you firmly. His eyes flit down to the smudged glitter around your lips, and he suggests “How about you sit and take your makeup off, and I can find you a top to wear?” You nod wordlessly, and Jake is surprised when you follow him back to your room, sitting down at your vanity to take your makeup off. In the meantime, he goes through your closet, surprisingly gentle as he handles each and every item of clothing. He finally lands on a top he knows he’s seen you wear to work before, so he offers it to you with hopes that you’ll accept it, but you don’t even check which item he’s given you before you’re sliding out of your shirt to put this one on. You clumsily reach for the tube of mascara on your vanity, and Jake furrows his eyebrows as you brush the wand through your lashes, thickening them with product.
Despite the extensive floor space in your bedroom, you almost slam straight into Jake’s chest when you get up again, apologising softly as you reach for your purse, emptying its contents on your bed so you can pick and choose the items you need.
“I’m sorry for ruining your night.” Jake repeats, his words softer now, more genuine. “Don’t worry about it, Jake.”
He doesn’t move from in front of you, taking all of you in. You somehow did a full transformation into professionalism in ten minutes, and Jake realises he likes this version of you more than the sexy one that had his dick hardening in his boxers, because this is the you he’s faced with every day.
“We should go.” Jake mumbles, but he doesn’t move, even when you lay a hand on his arm to nudge him. He nods, following you out of your flat. Just as you’re locking the door behind you, Jake’s phone begins buzzing. He picks it up and holds it to his ear, nodding along to whatever the person on the other side of the line is saying, and shortly after hangs up, even though he barely even said anything. He purses his lips into an awkward line, slowly looking at you, and you instantly know what has happened. “Don’t tell me.” You please, shoulders slumping.
“Rosa and Charles found evidence. They’ve finished the arrest.” Jake stiffens when you take a step towards him, letting your head slump against his bicep. He hears a mumbled “Nothing in my life is fair!” and can’t help but scoff in amusement.
“Hey, I can still try to make tonight worthwhile. A make or break, I think.” You lift your head up, gazing curiously at Jake. He shrugs his shoulders, thinking all or nothing, then reaches up to cup your cheeks, bringing you forward into a kiss. You gasp softly against his lips, bringing your hands up to his chest as you press your body against the man’s, letting him deepen the kiss as he pleases. When you pull away, you mumble “You know, you could’ve done this fifteen minutes ago an I wouldn’t have gotten changed for nothing.”
“Hey, don’t worry, I can help take those clothes off too.” You laugh at Jake’s comment, looking up at him curiously before fishing for your keys again. “Yeah? Come show me how.”
