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Rainy Cafe Serenade

Summary: Amidst the warmth of a cozy cafe and the soothing patter of rain outside, a budding romance unfolds as YN and Jay bond.

As the rain poured down in sheets, Jay hurried through the bustling city streets, his mind racing with the day’s tasks and deadlines. The incessant tap of his leather dress shoes against the wet pavement only added to his senses of urgency, each step propelling him forward with a determined stride. 

Rounding a familiar corner, Jay spotted a small cafe decorated with warm fairy lights. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace and entered the cafe with dampened hair, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as the sound of rain was muffled by the crowd inside the cafe. The cafe was bustling with patrons seeking refuge from the storm.

YN sat nestled in a corner, enjoying the warmth of her masala chai. She was a regular at this cafe, owned by one of her dearest friends Jake Sim. As Jay’s eyes scanned for an empty table, the waitress approached him apologetically “I’m sorry sir. It looks like we’re full, but there’s one left and it’s occupied. Would you mind sharing?” hand gesturing to the table.  He glanced over at the occupied table, where a pretty lady sat engrossed in her book, a solitary figure amidst the bustling crowd. He hesitated for a moment and asked if the waitress could get confirmation from the lady if she was comfortable with him sitting with her. 

The waitress returned with a satisfied smile, indicating that the pretty lady didn’t mind his presence at all. She led Jay to the table, pulling out a chair for him. He asked if he could get a hot chocolate to drink right away. As he settled into the seat across from the pretty lady, she looked up to see the gentleman who was joining her. His hair was disheveled and damp, she could see the beads of water trickling down his face to his throat. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up and made him look even more attractive. 

Jay hesitated, unsure of whether to acknowledge her presence or simply wait for his hot chocolate in silence. But as their eyes met, the pretty lady’s lips curled into a warm smile and Jay felt the tension in his shoulders begin to melt away just by looking at her smile. “Oh, hi” she greeted, a hint of curiosity in her voice. “Hi”, Jay replied with a friendly smile, which made YN swoon internally. “Looks like we’re sharing a table tonight.” she chuckled, “Seems like it. I hope you don’t mind the company”. “Not at all,” Jay assured her, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude spreading through him. “It’s nice to have someone to chat with on a rainy evening.” The lady let out a small laugh to which Jay thought could cure diseases, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief “I suppose it is. I’m YN, by the way”. “Jay” he replied, extending his hand in greeting.

As their fingers brushed, he felt a subtle jolt of electricity, a connection that seemed to transcend the boundaries of their chance encounter. “Well, Jay,” YN said, her gaze holding his steadily, “it's nice to meet you. I’m rather enjoying the company in this busy cafe”. Jay felt a flutter of unexpected warmth in his chest, surprised by the immediate ease with which he found himself conversing with a stranger. “The pleasure is all mine,” he replied, voice tinged with a hint of sincerity that even he hadn’t anticipated. 

By then Gia came in with a hot chocolate along with a few other snacks which the cafe was giving to the customers due to the weather whilst they waited for the storm to stop. 

As the downpour continued, the two fell into an easy conversation, sharing snippets of their lives and exchanging stories as if they had known each other for years. Jay, normally so guarded and focused on his work, found himself opening up in ways he hadn't done in a long time, drawn in by YN’s infectious energy and disarming honesty.

“So, what do you do for a living?” YN asked, her head tilted to the side in a gesture of genuine curiosity. Jay's lips curved into a smile, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. “I’m a Creative Director at a design agency. I oversee the creative process for various projects, from branding to marketing campaigns. It’s a job that allows me to blend my passion for art with my love for strategic thinking” YN's interest was raised. “That sounds fascinating. What’s your favorite part of the job?” Jay leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. “I love the collaborative aspect of it—working with talented individuals from different backgrounds to bring a vision to life. And seeing the impact our work has on clients and consumers is incredibly rewarding”. As they continued chatting, YN found herself drawn to Jay’s passion for his work. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke, his gestures animated with enthusiasm. She couldn’t help but admire his dedication and creativity.

Jay felt a connection forming, a deep understanding that transcended the bounds of their chance encounter. As he gazed into YN's eyes, he caught a glimpse of his own longing reflected back at him, a shared desire to find meaning and purpose amidst the chaos of modern life.

A comfortable silence settled between the two, broken only by the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of mugs. Jay glanced at YN, his curiosity peaked. “I’ve been talking about myself this whole time,” he said with a sheepish grin. “What about you, YN? What do you do?” YN’s cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, but she smiled nonetheless. “I’m a writer,” she confessed. "Currently working on my first novel.” Jay's eyes lit up with genuine interest. “ That's amazing! What's your novel about?.” "It's a mystery thriller set in a small town,” YN explained, her voice tinged with excitement. “It follows the story of a detective investigating a series of mysterious disappearances, uncovering dark secrets along the way.”

Jay leaned forward, captivated by her words. “That sounds intriguing. How’s the writing process going?”  “It has its challenges,” YN admitted, “but I love getting lost in the world of my characters, crafting their stories and unravelling the plot twists. It’s a journey of discovery, both for me and for the characters.”

As YN’s story unfolded, Jay found himself drawn further into her world, his own worries and concerns slowly fading into the background. In this moment, he felt a sense of connection that he hadn’t experienced in a long time, a genuine human bond that transcended the confines of their chance encounter. As they delved deeper into conversation, Jay found himself drawn to YN’s passion for storytelling. Her eyes sparkled with creativity, and he couldn’t help but admire her dedication to her craft. In that cozy cafe, amidst the warmth of their drinks and the gentle hum of conversation, a connection blossomed—one fueled by mutual admiration and a shared love for their respective passions.

a/n: hello, this is my first fic. im always open to constructive criticism, but please be mindful and use appropriate language. i hope you liked it. since im new to this side of tumblr, please be open to give me suggestions on how i can improve by my second work. reblogs are highly appreciated. thank you : )

[ 2:04 AM ] — PJS

⟡ ┆ pairing. jay x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ word count. 3.3k

⟡ ┆ genre. smut, slight fluff

⟡ ┆ content warnings. established relationship, idol!au (for jay, reader is unspecified), lots of pet names (they're in love, your honor)

⟡ ┆ note. first fic here, wrote this for my best friend and her love for jay, hope you like it <3

(smut warnings under the cut, minors do not interact)

⟡ ┆ smut warnings. unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation (both f. and m., but no on screen action), unhealthy aftercare practices? (don't be like them, go pee after sex)

You stir awake — dazed and disoriented —  as you hear the door to your bedroom open slowly, your body floaty with leftover sleep, your limbs yet somehow weighed down by an invisible force, blankets and pillows covering you to shield you from the outside world, surrounding you with a toasty warmth. The cracked-open door allows for the brightness from your hallway to invade the room, illuminating the familiar body standing in the doorway, blocking out most of the outside lights and keeping them from completely blinding you. Through squinted eyes you observe your boyfriend stepping into the room, quietly closing the door behind him and shuffling his way over to the bed, careful and calculated movements as he sits down on the bed. A small smile steals its way onto your face as you watch him: clearly trying everything in his power not to wake you up — and clearly completely oblivious to the fact that you already are just that.

After pulling off his shirt and discarding his pants, Jay lifts up the duvet, crawls underneath it and turns towards you, jumping slightly when he comes face to face with your crinkling eyes peeking at him over the blanket you have pulled up to under your nose.

"Did I wake you?" he asks quietly, hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiles tenderly at you, taking you in — your body all curled up, hair sprawled out over your pillow, your feet peeking out from underneath the side of the duvet, covered in the pair of fluffy socks he got you for your birthday last year, the color slightly faded by now after taking countless tumbles in the washing machine due to you wearing them more often than you'd like to admit.

You hum quietly in reply, "Yeah, kinda. But it's alright, at least I get to see your face one more time today."

He chuckles slightly at that, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him and press a kiss against your forehead, taking notice of the fact that it's well past midnight and therefore a new day, "Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but it's already tomorrow. If it helps, that means I was the first thing you saw today...and this just now was the first kiss I gave you today."

"Alright, alright...whatever you say," you giggle quietly, your lips curling into a smile at his words as you slightly shake your head at his silliness, pressing the side of your face against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin a nice contrast to the chilly air in your bedroom. 

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, his intoxicating scent filling your nose with each inhale, remnants of his cologne still lingering on his skin, the familiarity of it slowly lulling you to sleep. Your limbs grow heavier with each passing moment as you find yourself getting pulled back into the slumber you were previously awoken from, hope of a few more restful hours of sleep taking root in your mind. 

However, Jay seems to have completely different plans: littering small kisses onto the crown of your head before lifting your hand to press a soft kiss against each of your fingertips just to lay it back down onto his chest to use his own hand to trail over the outside of your thigh. The shirt you wear to sleep rides up as his nails gently graze over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continues his journey upwards until he rests his hand against your ribcage, fingers just so brushing against the underside of your breasts, his touch causing your nipples to stiffen, your own body betraying you, composure already slowly slipping from your grasp.

"Baby...we should sleep, we both have to get up early tomorrow," you weakly try to convince him — as well as yourself — your voice fading more and more with each word until it's nothing more than a whisper breathed against his burning skin.

You've always hated to admit the effect Jay has on you.

There is nothing wrong with being attracted to someone you're in love with, of course not, especially not when you're with someone as loving and attentive as Jay. And truth be told...sex has never felt as amazing as it does when you're with him. But at times you feel almost a bit pathetic about the speed of which he manages to rile you up, turning you into complete putty in his hands, utterly compliant to him and his every need — whatever he wants to do, whatever he asks of you, you're more than willing to give him everything you have.

One glance in your direction has the potential to have you squirming in your seat, a simple brush of his fingers against your skin results in your underwear clinging to your soaked center. One even just slightly suggestive text sent to you when he was halfway across the world and you know you'd be spending your evening writhing on your bed with your vibrator as your companion, yearning for him to be the one to pleasure you instead, to replace the device pressed in-between your legs, whether with his fingers, his tongue or his cock, you quite frankly couldn’t bring yourself to care as long as it was him.

Pathetic. Absolutely Pathetic.

At least that's what you consider yourself and your behavior to be. 

To Jay, however, it's nothing more than the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed.

Knowing the effect he has on you turns him on beyond belief. It's not like he was any better than you either way like that one time he had to excuse himself from rehearsals just to spend the next couple of minutes locked in a bathroom stall, fisting his aching cock, desperately chasing his release while taking in the selfie you had sent him just a few minutes before, muffling his moans by biting down on his closed fist to muffle his moans. It wasn't even an overly sexy one, you hadn’t thought much when you had taken it and even less so as you had hit the send button on your phone, simply wanting to show your boyfriend your outfit of the day as you were getting ready to meet up with a friend. However — due to the angle — it showed off just enough cleavage to rile him up to the point where he might as well be comparable to a horny hormonal teenager who just discovered the depths of internet porn for the first time, thoughts of his cum spilling over your tits clouding his mind as it instead dribbled over his fingers as he leaned, panting, against the wall of the bathroom stall.

You could be doing the most mundane things like loading the dishwasher and before you know what's happening you're finding yourself bent over the kitchen counter, getting pounded into next week simply because your boyfriend gets turned out by essentially everything you did — whether it be you doing the laundry, watching a movie together with him or even such simple things as getting dressed in the morning. 

You're both just as down bad as the other, either of you so insanely in love with each other that even after months of being together it still feels like you're only mere weeks into dating, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. While some people might call it pathetic or maybe even a bit concerning and codependent, Jay and you simply had two words for it: in love.

Regardless of how turned on Jay could get you and how much you're cursing yourself for what you’re about to do, you still make yourself turn around in his arms, hoping that he will stop his onslaught with your back towards him and realize that the wise thing would be to let you both sleep so you wouldn't be completely exhausted in the morning once your alarm would ring. 

Unfortunately — or maybe fortunately after all – Jay's not going to be stopped by the change of position, if anything feeling your ass pressed right against the growing bulge in his underwear riles him up even more, and lucky for him your new position ends up giving him even more access to your body than before.

Like they have a mind of their own, his hands start wandering over your body, one slipping further up, fingers toying with your perked nipple, giving it a sharp tug that has your legs clenching together before settling on pinching and twisting it, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. The other is busy teasing the hem of your underwear, fingers slipping underneath just to let it snap against your skin as he lets go of the hem again. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier, transforming into huffed out pants with each passing second, legs twitching slightly in anticipation as you internally cuss your body for betraying you like this. With his chin he pushes your hair away from your neck, lips brushing over your clammy skin, the motion — despite the heat surrounding you — causing shivers to run up and down your spine.

Jay gently nibbles on your earlobe, his breath tickling your skin as he lowly whispers into your ear, "You're saying you want to sleep but your body is telling a completely different story. So, which one shall it be, my love?"

Your mouth falls open before you can even think about an answer, a quiet moan slipping past your lips as the man behind you starts sucking on your neck while simultaneously rolling his hips against your ass, his cock dragging oh so deliciously between your cheeks.

"Please..." you whimper weakly, the only reply you can muster in that moment, much to your boyfriend's amusement as he jumps right onto the chance to tease you even more.

"Please what, sweetheart? Come on, use your words like the big girl I know you are."

The groan that builds in the back of your throat is nothing short of desperate as you grind back against Jay, searching for even the slightest bit of relief. Your dreams are crushed by your boyfriend before you can get as much as a small taste of what you're searching for, his hips pulling back and his fingers pausing their assault on your sensitive nipple, hovering over it just close enough for you to feel their heat without actually giving you the satisfaction of getting to feel their touch, "Words, baby. Or I'm gonna stop and we'll go to sleep like you were so set on just a few minutes ago."

"N-no, please," you manage to pant out, squeezing your eyes shut as you attempt to calm yourself down a notch, at least enough to give him the answer he's waiting for, "Please just...shit...please fuck me, please, Jay."

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he mumbles into your ear, lips brushing against it, maneuvering a bit awkwardly to push your underwear down your legs before sliding his hand slowly towards your glistening cunt. He lifts your leg once his fingers grip the inside of your thigh, granting him easier access to your soaked core. Rather than doing the predictable thing and giving you your much carved relief by taking out his throbbing cock to finally fill you up, he instead tenderly runs two of his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness on them and using it to rub slow and agonizing circles on your clit, your legs twitching in response as a needy, desperate whine leaves your lips.

"Patience, baby," he coos gently, his fingers pressing lightly into your weeping sex, getting your hopes of sweet relief up again just before pulling them out again, thoroughly getting you riled up for him. Your chest heaves up and down with each trembling breath you take, your head rolling back against Jay's chest as you pray to every deity known to you for your boyfriend to stop teasing you and just finally — finally — wreck you the way you need him to. Fingers move back to tease your clit, just to stop in the last possible moment and pull away, letting you believe your prayers are actually being answered just to let you crash down once more. You bite your lip to suppress an impatient whimper as Jay shifts slightly behind you, pulling his briefs down just enough to free his dick and run the burning hot tip through your folds to gather your silky wetness on himself. Even through bitten lips, noises of desperation make themselves known loud and clear in the otherwise silent bedroom as you push your hips back as much as his strong grip allows you to in hopes of him finally fully sliding into you.

"So desperate for my cock you can't even wait a minute, huh, sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, a shiver running down your spine at the rasp in his voice.

The moment you feel him enter you, your walls stretching around him to make room for him, a sigh falls from your lips before you can even get the idea to stop it, relief flooding your system as he's sliding into you until his hips are pressed firmly against your ass, fully sheathed inside you. Jay's breath fans over your skin, beads of sweat collecting in the dip of your collarbone and sliding down the swell of your breasts and still, despite the warmth, your skin manages to erupt in goosebumps everywhere he meets you. His chest is smooth against your back, muscles rippling underneath your touch as you hold onto his arm to ground yourself the moment he starts shallowly thrusting into you, fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks on his honeyed skin. Slowly he pushes into you, his pace growing steadily, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he continues rocking against you. Lewd noises reverberate through your bedroom, skin slapping against skin, moans and whimpers tumbling past your lips. 

Jay isn't able to stay quiet either — he isn't even trying to if he's being completely honest with himself — groaning into your ear with each thrust, panting soft words of praise interrupted by the occasional curse pressed against your skin, only spurring both of you on even more. His hand wanders from your hips towards your pussy, fingers hovering just above your clit, enough to feel their presence — their warmth — but not close enough to actually touch you. You know he's teasing you, and he knows you know, but you cannot find it in you in the slightest to be mad at him, not when he keeps pushing into you the way he is right now, not when he's hitting all the right spots inside you, spots you didn't even realize exist within you until he first fucked you, effectively setting your body alight with pleasure, spots dancing in front of your vision with each push of his hips.

"Feel-feels s'good, Ja-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, tossing your head back as his fingers start rubbing circles on your needy, puffy clit, immediately finding the right speed and pressure to get your walls to flutter around his cock, each pulse, each spasm sending another burning wave up your boyfriend's spine.

In a hopeless attempt to muffle yourself, embarrassed by the loudness of your own moan, you press a hand against your lips — only for Jay to reach for your wrist and yank it away from your mouth, not even giving you the slightest chance to try and silence yourself.

"Don't. I wanna hear everything you have to give to me," he growls, increasing the force of his thrusts almost as if to emphasize his point, "every sound, every little whimper or moan. Let the whole world know who's making my girl feel this good."

Your back arches at his words, walls clenching and contracting around him in sync with your racing heart, molding themselves to his girth as you reach behind yourself. The knot inside you twists and tightens, your muscles twitch with the electric shocks running through your whole body every time the tip of his cock nudges against that one spot deep inside you. Your fingers bury themselves in Jay's dark hair, desperately tugging on the strands causing his hips to stutter at the slight sting of his scalp — not an unpleasant sensation to him, on the contrary, the pleasurable pain sends a wave of desperation over him, chasing his own high at renewed hunger. 

Your chest rapidly rises and falls as the coil inside you grows taunt, constricting with each passing second until it finally snaps, catapulting you straight over the edge. Your whole body buzzes, almost vibrates at the overload, breaths coming out in sputtered pants as you let out the most pornographic moan that has ever passed your lips. Your boyfriend's name spills past your lips in an endless mantra, one you cannot stop, not that you even considered it in the slightest. Your back curves into Jay's front as his arm reaches to pull you closer, panting into your ear as his hips lose their rhythm. His release follows closely, a choked groan of your name echoed into the room, hips stuttering to a halt as he spills deep inside you, the warmth of his cum washing another wave of pleasure over you, rendering you unable to catch your breath before he gives you a few more shallow, languid thrusts — ones that send you almost into overstimulation. 

Carefully he pulls out of you, even if he wants nothing more than to stay buried deep inside you, drift off with you in his arms and your warm walls wrapped around his cock. He knows the cleanup in the morning is something neither of you can afford with your current schedules so he does the sensible thing, the smart thing.

You, however, can’t help but whine at the loss of contact as his dick slides out of you, your aching walls fluttering around nothing, leaving behind a wet mess of your mixed cum running out of your sex, coating the skin between your legs — not that you particularly care about that in this moment.

Turning around to face him, you're greeted with a big smile, the one that always sets off the butterflies in your stomach, sweat glistening on Jay's skin and his dark hair sticking to his forehead as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips. Your eyes stay closed after he pulls away, a sudden wave of sleepiness overcoming you.

"Alright?" he murmurs as he plays with your hair, a quiet hum coming from you in response, both to his question as well as in reaction to him playing with your hair. 

He can’t help but smile to himself as he looks at you, contently lying in his arms as the after sex glow radiates off your skin. He turns slightly, reaching behind him to grab a package of tissues from your nightstand, gently pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs to wipe away at least part of the mess between your legs, saving the rest for a proper clean up in a few moments — or in the morning judging by the sleepiness on your face, not that it would be the healthy thing to do but neither of you could bring yourself to care about the potential aftermath of that decision.

Opening your eyes slightly to peek at him, his smile greets you from between your legs before he scoots back up to you again. Your arms wrap around his neck at an instant, tugging him in for a kiss as you get lost in the warmth of each other once more.

Yeah, cleaning up would have to wait until the morning, consequences be damned.

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DISTANT MEMORY · pjs

synopsis · jay seems like a stranger, you wish you were dreaming ( ~ 1k )

genre · angst :/

notes · for my lovely @homelycat bff again. btw im still on hiatus i just wanted to drop this promised jay angst, i hope u all read this suffer a lot

silence fills your kitchen, a wisp emerges from your coffee and vanishes into thin air. your fingers tip press a little harder around your cup; there's something wrong with jay today.

you notice the way he hasn't looked at you since you've sat at the table for breakfast, you've been noticing for a while; his actions— antics, watching him do things he usually doesn't, making decisions he generally wouldn't, say things he doesn't mean otherwise. you've been noticing for over a month, and it feels that the jay you knew has simply became a distant memory. the more you think about it, the further it drifts away, morphing into ancient history.

sometimes, you think you're dreaming.

"jake asked if we're down for movies this saturday, with everyone else," you break the silence, but your eyes are fixed on the ceramic plate in front of you. "told him we have other plans for the day, you know, my highschool reunion, since you're supposed to join me,"

"i see," he nods, and those words mark the end of your small talk. frankly, you miss the days none of you would shut up, no matter what time of the day it was. it doesn't matter now, not really, jay talks about whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and other times, it's just silence communicating with itself. "are you done shopping for the reunion?"

just like now.

for some reason, the empty plate in front of you seems more tempting than the question he asked. you remember winning the whole crockery set at a couple game around two years ago, or three, maybe. you're not sure, the timeline is getting blurry inside your mind. you leave his question unattended like the coffee in your cup, to see if he cares about a response.

a second passes, then another, one more, jay grabs the newspaper kept on the further right corner of the kitchen counter. it's as if the question doesn't mean anything— your response doesn't mean anything, perhaps, would be a better conclusion. you hope you're dreaming, because the jay sitting in front of you doesn't seem like the person you fell in love with.

"you know, i think we shouldn't attend the reunion either," you give in either way, putting your plate aside, leaning on the counter with a forced smile in an attempt to make yourself feel better.

and jay looks up. "oh," but, he's looking somewhere else. your hair, shoulder, the paining behind you, anywhere, but your eyes. there's a certain look in his eyes, grief, guilt— remorse, and you want to ask him, what is it that turned you into someone so unfamiliar?

his eyes shift back to the newspaper. "suit yourself. i have a few other stuff scheduled for that day, either way,"

you wonder if he cares, you realise he doesn't.

and you can't take it anymore.

actually, there's a question you've been wearing on the tip of your tongue for days now, finding the right moment to ask him. it would be a lie if you said life didn't give you any opportunities, you just weren't able to bring yourself ask it. you aren't brave when it comes to such things, never were, never would be, talking about love scares you. you never know how the conversation would turn out. there are too many risks.

falling for him was the first one you took, confronting him would be probably be the last one with him.

"i think you don't love me anymore,"

a pause; you notice the hesitation laced in his expression, it doesn't faze you anymore.

jay nods faintly. his eyes don't leave the sight of the empty cup in front of him, as if it's staring back at him. his lips press into a thin line as the unsaid words intoxicate the silence spinning in the air. he sighs; the empty cup reminds him of something, of himself, his heart,

and so, jay finally musters up the courage to look into your eyes. "i know, i've noticed."

Something I’ve Never Said About You - Jay

Jay x Fem!reader

Warnings: implied smut

Word count: 515

Summary: person A:“It’s to small” / person B: “ Something I’ve never said about you”

Author’s Note: something I came up with, I came up with the prompt.

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“Jay over here” I yelled in a hushed tone

“Nice babe” he said back to me and kissed my cheek. “Lets get in”

We both gave wicked smiles. Then jumped through the window into the old store building where there is a bunch of jewelry.

As we picked up different things looking at and inspecting them.

“What exactly did your dad want again?” I asked Jay

“Some stone it’s red on the ring and he think’s it will have some type of magic.” he said looking at me rolling his eyes at the end.

I smirked at him. As we were looking I saw a lot of different things that looked like what Jay described.

“Hey Jay is this it?” I asked picking up a very small ring, it did look like it at one time had magic.

“Close but, It’s to small” he said wrapping his arms around my waist.

I put the ring down, my hands coming up to his arms around my waist resting on top of them. When a dirty idea came to my head.

“Something I’ve never said about you” I smirked knowing when he caught on it was gonna be good.

After a few seconds his arms tightened around my waist “Did you. . . did you just. Implied what I think you implied?” he asked me pulling me closer if possible.

I turned in his arms, I put my hands on his chest smirking still.

I looked up at him “you bet” I answered his question.

“You are so lucky that my father wants this thing so bad otherwise I would have you here and now” he said moving his head to my neck kissing and sucking it.

I giggled “the sooner we find it the sooner we get what we both want.”

He looked up at me and smiled “It’s a good thing I think i know where it is in here” he said and winked.

He let go of me and walked over to a valt case and I walked over to him.

“In that?” I asked, he nodded and opened the case he grabbed the item his dad wanted.

He put it in his vest pocket and turned to me “let’s get out of here” he said intertwining our hands.

“Lets” I replied smiling

As we started heading out halfway back to the place where we usually stay at. It’s like a loft kinda and he basically lives there with me since his father never checks up on him, it is easy.

“Oh and just so you know” he started then let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my neck and shoulders pulling me into his side ticking me into his side under his arm. “When we get back to the loft, prepare to become sore” he smirked and I giggled.

Beautiful - Jay a’far

Jay x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,060

Requested: Imagine you are Cinderella’s daughter and Jay starts flirting with you and you starts blushing - anon

Authors Note: This turned out longer than I expected. 10 pages on paper

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“Jay” Carlos nudged his long haired friend with his elbow

“Hmmm” Jay hummed in acknowledgment but not even glancing to see what his friend wanted from him.

“Look over to your right” Carlos told him, still elbowing him.

“Why?” Jay asked in an annoyed tone due to Carlos’ bugging

“Your crush is there.” Mal smirked not looking up as well

“I don’t have a crush” Jay grumbled

Mal scoffed looking up as Jay did. “Then what do you call you infatuation with Cinderella’s daughter?”

“I tease her. Flirt with her its nothing.” Jay stated with a shrug of his shoulders 

“You enjoy it” Evie pointed out

“And not for menacing reasons” Mal added

Jay sighed “Can we drop this?”

“NO” Mal, Evie, and Carlos all said at the same time loudly.

“Fine, um. Yes, ok. I like her or at least I think I do. We never got these kinds of feelings back on the Isle. But I do, I really do believe that I love her.” Jay explained how he felt, or at least how he thinks he feels.

Evie smiled “You should tell her.”

“And nows your chance.” Carlos butted in

“What?” Jay quickly turned to look around, taking a quick glance to where his friends said she was.

“She’s right over there.” Evie pointed subtly towards where the daughter of Cinderella and Prince Charming’s (Now King) daughter stood talking with her best friend The daughter of Ariel and Prince (Again Now King) Eric and her brother Chad. Well till her brother Chad stormed off with what looked like a pissed-off expression.

“Go get the girl.” Mal nodded towards the girl but kept eye contact with Jay.

Jay shook his head slightly panicked ”What? No. I’m not ready to do that.”

“Yes, you are.” Carlos encouraged

“Because we say you are” Mal added

“So you’re gonna go and tell her how you feel.” Evie smiled excitedly for her friend, Jay of all people to have someone to love as they all have.

“An see if she feels the same way.” Carlos rubbed Jay’s shoulder in support before continuing. “An if she doesn’t then at least you tired.”

“At least you’ll know to.” Mal spoke softly, not wanting to ruin any hope he might have.

“But I’m pretty sure she ikes you back.” Evie excitedly

“Really?” Jay asked with slight excitement in his eyes

“YES!” the 3 of them screamed but not loudly enough to get the two princesses’ attention.

“Now go!” Mal shooed him

“Ok, ok. Fine.” Jay relented and got up and walked over towards his crush.

“Hey, Y/n.” Jay greeted once he was close enough for her to hear without having to yell.

“Hello, Jay.” Y/n smiled at him. Upon seeing Jay’s arrival Y/n’s best friend gave a knowing smile before leaving the princess and the young ex-thief alone.

“Nervous actually.” Jay admitted

Y/n raised an eyebrow “You nervous?” What ever for?”

“Haha princess” he teased

“What’s wrong Jay? Seriously.” Y/n asked with a less playful attitude

Jay took a deep breath “I have something to ask you.”

“Oh really”

The thought of telling Y/n about his feelings is very nerve-racking. Maybe he could stall, flirting could work. “You look mighty beautiful today”

“Thank you” Y/n blushed but also felt a little confused. She thought he would’ve meant he was gonna tell her something that was worthy of his so-called nerves.

Jay smirked feeling more comfortable. Then he decided to lean in next to her ear. “Your dress is stunning- but I do think it would look better on my bedro-”

Y/n leaned back enough to look at his face, lightly slapping his chest. “You finish that and I swear Jay-”

“You’ll do what princess? I’d love to hear how you would make me stop talking.” Jay wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Jay!” she squealed

“Am I making you blush princess?” Jay teased

“Yes” she nodded immediately

Jay nodded confidently “Good. That was the plan.”

“Well, if we’re done here I guess I’ll be going now.” Y/n said starting to turn away to leave.

“No” Jay rushed out, stopping her from leaving. “That’s not why I came over here.”

“Oh?” she questioned, Y/n was hoping there would be more.

“I come over here to get your opinion on something.” he stated vaguely

Y/n turned to fully face the son of Jafar singling for him to continue. “Ok. Go ahead and ask what you wanna ask Jay.”

“How.. How do you feel about me?” Jay asked with a wobbly voice.

“Like- friend wise or…” Y/n questioned, shifting on her feet.

“Or more?” he added but it still came out as a question.

“Oh…”

“If you don’t it’s fine.”

“No! Jay, it wasn’t that kind of ‘oh’” Y/n cut in quickly

“Oh?” that answer perked Jay up

“We should probably get off the ‘ohs’” the princess joked

“Yeah” he laughed

“So you’re asking me if I like like you correct?” Y/n asked for final clarity. An teasing him for his earlier flirting.

“Y-yeah” Jay stuttered

“Well, Jay of the Isle.” Y/n smiled playfully, lightening the anxious atmosphere. “Yes. I do like like you.”

Jay’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe that she just said she liked him back to his face. “Really?”

Y/n blushed even harder than she already was, with a big smile on her face. A hint of embarrassment as well at what she was about to admit. “Jay I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.”

“Seriously?” Jay asked, again. Still in shock from her confession.

“Am I gonna have to spell it out for you?” she laughed but it was full of obvious nerves

Jay recovered from his initial shock before continuing. “NO, your not. But can I show you my response?”

“Sure.” Y/n agreed no problem. That’s when Jay started leaning in. “Wait, Jay what are you-” she started to quickly as Jay wrapped his right arm around her waist. Tugging her closer. Lifting his left arm up to cup her cheek, pulling her in and kissing her.

“That show you how I feel?” Jay asked once he broke the kiss. Resting his forehead against hers.

“Defifently.” Y/n nodded in agreement

“Good.” Jay smiled leaning back in to continue the kiss.

Sisters - Jay a’far

Jay x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 315

Requested: Hi I was wondering if you could write for Jay x Lonnies sister! Reader -@Anon

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“Damn, where’d she learn to do that?” Jay bit his lip enjoying the view of watching Y/n fight.

“Probably her sister or her mother or even father.” Mal stated sitting beside the long-haired boy.

“Who’s her sister?” Carlos asked watching as well very impressed.

“Lonnie” Evie answered tilting her head at how she was doing what she was doing. Maybe gymnastics?

“Wait-” Jay breathed out in shock

“Really?” Carlos asked with raised brows.

“Yeah” Evie nodded in confirmation

Carlos nodded before asking. “How do you know that?”

Mal rolled her eyes. “We are friends with her. Duh.”

“Go talk to her.” Evie smiled insisting that Jay talk to his oh-so-obvious crush.

“What? Why? No.” he spluttered out

Evie smiled at him knowingly. “Your staring at her.”

“You like her.” Mal smirked

“Go for it, dude.” Carlos clapped his hand against Jay’s shoulder.

“Really?” Jay asked nervously. Normally he was confident but this was new territory.

‘Yes!” Mal, Evie, and Carlos all said at the same time. Trying to encourage him to do it.

With the encouragement of his friends, Jay decided he would go talk to her. So he got up and walked over to where y/n was declared winner. “Hey.” he greeted the y/h/c-ed girl.

“Hey” Y/n smiled back at him. This was new and Y/n was liking it. She may or may not have a crush on the long-haired, muscled VK in front of her.

Dangerous Jobs - Jay Halstead

Jay x Fem!reader severide

Kelly x sister reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 681

Summary: Both Jay and Y/n have dangerous jobs, but will Jay be a hypocritic?

Authors Note: My first Jay Halstead Imagine! Feel free to Request for him.

P.s - Might eventually change Chicago fire masterlist to One rChicago masterlist so everything will be und theree

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“You know my brother’s gonna flip, right?” Wil said as he entered the hospital room seeing Y/n there wasn’t to much of an unusual sight. But she was there a lot less often then his own brother. He knew Jay would flip out once he heard she was here for any reason. So would her brother.

“Yeah, so is mine.” Y/n let out an unamused laugh.

“Your gonna have 2 men to deal with. Sucks to be you.” Will smirked teasing her.

“Jackass.” she responded and they both broke out into laughter. It was nice to be good friends with her boyfriend's brother. The two ended up getting to joke around a bit longer before the door to the room opened. Upon seeing who had opened the door, Will took that as his queue to leave.

“What were you thinking?!” Jay yelled as he entered the room, Kelly following not far behind.

“I’m guessing you told him what happened?” Y/n asked tilting her head to the side looking at her brother.

Kelly shrugged his shoulders. “He was gonna find out sooner or later.”

“Why would you risk your life like that?” Jay scolded her crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hey-” Kelly raised his voice cutting Jay off before he could scold his sister anymore for doing her job. “As much as I hate it to Halstead. She saved a young girl’s life, and your one to talk about life risking stuff.”

It was silent for a few minutes but Jay did stop. He couldn’t argue he got hurt way more than Y/n did. She did save a life.

“Hey Kelly, can you give us a minute?” Y/n aksed licking her dry lips.

“Yeah, Y/n/n.” Kelly nodded, he understood there was a conversation that needed to be had between the couple. “I’ll go get you a drink, okay?”

“Hmmmhmmm, thanks.” Y/n smiled gratefully to her brother.

“y/n-” Jay went to start after Kelly left the room but Y/n cut him off.

“No, Jay. I watch you get shot and beat up all the time. More than I and I’m sure Will would like. This.” Y/n gestured with her hands across her body. “This is nothing. Hell, I even get to be discharged tonight and back to work next shift.”

Jay listened till she was done. He knew he overreacted but it scared him that he could have lost her in the blink of an eye. “I know, I know. I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“I don’t like seeing you hurt but that’s practically a weekly thing.” Y/n stated, she understood Jay’s feelings completely. But it doesn’t change the facts. They have dangerous jobs getting hurt happens. Y/n let out a sigh looking down at her hands in her lap as Jay moved to sit in the chair next to her hospital bed. “I saved a young girl's life. I don’t regret it. I know you love what you do and I support it but…”

“I can’t be a Hippocratic?” Jay finished smiling at her.

“No offense.” Y/n dropped her head to the side smiling back at him.

“None taken.” he shook his head, dismissing the form of apologies. “I’m sorry I got mad at you. I just worry about you.”

Y/n reached out, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together. “An I appreciate it. But we both have dangerous jobs. I promise if it was something serious-”

Jay nodded in understanding. “I know. Me too.”

“Is it safe?”Kelly asked as he popped his head through the door after opening it. He could tell by the lifted mood in the room that they had worked out their little issue.

“Yeah, it’s safe. You know Kel I find it off-ly convent that you decide to happily fill in Jay when I happen to be hurt.” Y/n smirked at her older brother.

“More people to watch over you the better.” Kelly shrugged his shoulder smiling guiltily. Jay couldn’t agree with the lieutenant more.

S/O Dancing to their song while studying

Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!

I’m JJSTAY, writer #1 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!

Group: Enhypen

Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A

Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A

Word Count: 320

Request Status: Requested by: {no one}

Pairing: OT8

Genre: selected in purple

Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut

Trigger Warning: N/A

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Heeseung:

Walks in on you dancing while trying to study.

Bursts out laughing, finding your multitasking adorable.

Joins in with some exaggerated dance moves, turning it into a mini dance party.

"Guess studying isn't as fun without a bit of ENHYPEN, huh?"

Jay:

Casually leans against the doorway, watching you dance with a smirk.

Takes out his phone to record a bit, making sure to capture your best moves.

Walks up and dances with you for a moment before pulling you back to your books.

"Alright, dance break's over, let's get back to work!"

Jake:

Walks in, immediately starts hyping you up with cheers and claps.

Tries to mimic your dance moves but ends up tripping over his own feet, making you both laugh.

Encourages you to keep going, even suggesting new dance moves.

"You're doing great! Both with the dancing and the studying!"

Sunghoon:

Raises an eyebrow in amusement when he sees you.

Tries to act cool, but ends up joining in with a smile, doing the choreography perfectly.

Teases you a bit for dancing instead of studying, but helps you get back on track.

"Nice moves! But maybe save some of that energy for studying too."

Sunoo:

Immediately starts filming you with his phone, giggling.

Gives you a playful twirl and joins in, turning the study session into a fun dance session.

Takes a moment to appreciate how cute you look, then helps you refocus.

"This is why I love you – you make even studying fun!"

Jungwon:

Walks in and can't help but laugh at your enthusiasm.

Tries to join you but ends up making funny faces and exaggerated dance moves to make you laugh.

Eventually helps you get back to studying, offering to quiz you on your material.

"Dancing to our songs? I think that deserves a reward after studying!"

Ni-ki:

Super excited to see you dancing to their song.

Immediately jumps in and starts dancing along, showing off some moves.

Turns it into a mini dance lesson, helping you perfect some choreography.

"You're a natural! But let's get some studying done now, okay?"