#just like tired and my social battery had run out

[cxffecoupx]

realizing that they're in love with you

seventeen × gn reader fluff, svt being soft for s/o, comfort warnings: mentions of food, alcohol word count: 1.4k author's notes: my first ever requested article. to the anon who sent me this, i love you so much and thank you so so much for sending it in, i hope you like it, and i'm so sorry it took so much time, my brain was smoked for a bit😭 but i absolutely loved writing it. i had to read similar stuff by other svt writers (mainly @emocheol how seventeen realized you were ‘the one’ and @suhnshinehaos the soft italicized 'oh' moment) to get into it. please do check them out too, i love it!!

➼ choi seungcheol

seungcheol had come home late in the evening, tired and exhausted. work was rough, the boys were chaotic, and all he wanted now was some peace and quiet. the moment he sees you at home, however, all his stress just melts away. you're just there, smiling at him, asking about his day, but he already feels so much better. and when you stay up all night, sitting with him and helping him work through his troubles, that's when it hits him. he wants you by his side as his support, forever.

➼ yoon jeonghan

you both were out for dinner with your friends. two hours and 3 glasses of beer in, the chatter had cooled down into private conversations. you were talking to one of your colleagues when you notice jeonghan zoning out in the middle of the gathering. realising he's run out of his social battery, you say your goodbyes and stand up, and drag a drowsy han back to your car. it's not until the next morning that jeonghan understands everything and smiles to himself. a person who deciphers him state of mind? maybe you were his best match after all.

➼ hong jisoo

jisoo had gone to his hometown for some two weeks to spend with his mom. he was so excited for it he didnt even notice how much you hated him leaving you. he had been quite busy during his vacation, meeting friends, spending time with mom, but something kept troubling his mind. something he had no answer for. even the voice calls and facetimes didnt help. then he returns and sees your face among all other blurred people and smiles. he never wants to stay away from you, he realises.

➼ moon junhui

between work and practice, jun hadnt really noticed his birthday approaching. coming home after work one day, a familiar scent welcomes him. he goes to the kitchen to find a pot of simmering hotpot broth and its ingredients sliced and kept aside. with the emotions flooding in with every whiff, he doesnt notice you hugging him from the back while singing a 'happy birthday' softly, and turning him around to kiss a gentle kiss on his forehead. he has no words to say; he only embraces you tight and cries on your shoulder as the members, who had arrived a little after him on your request, watch. he doesnt say anything, his eyes conveying that he's grateful for everything you've done

➼ kwon soonyoung

if you ask his friends, kwon soonyoung was a very weird person. he says he's an introvert (well, his MBTI said that), but he's as extroverted as they get. he pretends to be a tiger most of the times and his behaviour is VERY unpredictable. everyone thought he'd be difficult to tolerate or balance out. but then you came along. now they've got two very weird people to deal with. they had talked to soonyoung how he'd met his match, but he never thought more of it, until he sees you with his friends and sees something of himself in the way you are with them. he'd finally found someone who'd match his weird.

➼ jeon wonwoo

wonwoo's camera roll was full. which only meant one thing: time to save all the pics to his laptop. he inserts the sd card into the computer and opens the file. his face instantly lights up. you had always been shy in front of camera lens. meeting wonwoo was one of the best moments of your life, but it still took time for you to adjust to his captures. that didn't stop him from considering you his muse, the one he's love to click again and again and again. seeing you smiling in the pictures he took warmed his heart. you could be camera shy, but he only ever loved capturing you.

➼ lee jihoon

jihoon is a workaholic through and through. he wouldnt think twice about missing food and sleep if its to get his work done. you'd often complained about him working saturdays too. imagine the surprise his team had when he called in to announce a day off. like, what caused the mighty lee jihoon to take a day off on a saturday?? the answer was at his home, lying between his arms, a sleepy you that had cuddled your way into his arms in the early morning hours. he'd fallen in love watching you be so comfortable with him. you'd convinced him to stay home once in a while.

➼ lee seokmin

company celebrations usually always ended with fireworks. and usually, you watched it with everyone else in the hall. but this time, seokmin arranged for the keys of the roof for you two to have a better and private view of the sparklers. you sneak in with him, giggling and tripping over your own feet in the dark as you reach the roof to see the spectacular show. you walk ahead, mind blown by how much more beautiful it looked from up here. but seokmin had his eyes locked on something else. you. he'd rather admire you than watch the fireworks.

➼ kim mingyu

food was mingyu's love language. he absolutely LOVED cooking food and feeding it to his loved ones. but since after he met you, he realised he especially loved cooking for you. he loved cooking your comfort food for you. he cooked your mom's recipes when he felt that you missed home a little too much. he loved to listen to your comments when he experimented with the ingredients. it's during one such preparation when it dawned on him. he'd love to make food for you for a very long time.

➼ xu minghao

you'd always been mesmerised hearing hao speak chinese. he doesnt use it very much; pretty much only when he's calling his family or sometimes when speaking with junhui, who's also from china. to say chinese was becoming second to him wouldnt be false because he's using so much korean in his daily life. one day, while walking around the house, he hits his toe on the couch and lets out a sharp curse in his mother tongue. you gasp and say "oh my! hao just cursed," and hao quickly turns his head towards you. it's not what you said, it was how you said it that surprised him. you had responded to him in chinese?? you explain to him how you started taking small classes in learning chinese so that he could converse comfortably with you too. you even asked him to help you. hao swore once again, but in his head. someone was ready to go to such lengths for him? he's truly fallen in love with you.

➼ boo seungkwan

seungkwan had begged for you to stay overnight. it was difficult of course, because you both were tired from work. but when he pulls the ultimate puppy eyes, you couldn't really refuse. you went through an elaborate routine of doing skincare and bathing as a way of relaxing, and watching sappy sitcoms until you both fell asleep to the white noise of the tv. seungkwan woke up first, but his breath hitched seeing you asleep next to him. apart from the little snores and a string of drool from the corner of you mouth, you looked so adorable, snuggled in next to him; so tiny, and so so cute. he stayed there, watching you, silently wishing he could see you like this every morning.

➼ chwe hansol

everyone says hansol has a weird sense of humour. it's not that he doesn't make good jokes, it's just that no one reacts in the way he wishes. so when he goes, "why did the bicycle take a nap? because it was two-tiered" and you end up crying of laughter among the dead silence of his friends, he feels a blush creep up his cheeks. someone who laughs at his corny jokes? that has to be the soulmate he never believed in.

➼ lee chan

chan cannot deny that he loves smiling. laughing. chuckling. he loves to be filled with happiness at all times. whether it's through his own jokes, or his friends' crazy antics, he wishes to be happy most of the time. that's how he realises one day that being with you makes him smile automatically. there is absolutely no specific reason. seeing you, talking to you, listening to you talk about anything and everything. no matter what you do, you always manage to bring a smile to his face. he doesnt really understand it though, how it happens. but one thing's for sure. he wishes to remain happy with you always.

[agi-ppangx]

low battery (han jisung x gn!reader)

no warnings, fluff/comfort, just two lovers comforting each other after a long evening; 0.5k words

author's note: this was requested by my lovely green, i hope you'll like it although its not my best work<3 also its not proofread so i apologise for any mistakes and typos🫡 please remember that feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated🫶🏽

“baby?” jisung called out as soon as he heard the door open, followed by your heavy sigh. you remained silent as you took off your shoes, happy that you don’t have to wear them anymore that day. dropping your bag on the floor you dragged your feet to the living room where jisung was laying on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders as some anime was playing quietly in the background. 

“hi,” you muttered, giving him a little peck on the forehead, and decided to grab some water from the fridge. “i thought you were supposed to go out with the boys tonight?” 

he sighed at your words, pausing the show. “i joined them for a while, but they invited their girlfriends and it felt too crowded after a while.” 

“did you at least have fun?” 

“i mean, yeah, we went to that new restaurant down the street. i have to take you there sometime, the food was amazing,” he responded with a small smile and you mirrored it. “i had to give up karaoke though.” 

you let out a little mhm, sitting down next to him and hugging him. for a moment it was silent between the two of you, you didn’t really know what to say more, you knew exactly how he felt after the night out.

“how about you? how was the dinner?” jisung broke the silence. 

“boring, tiring… do i have to say more?” you whined, taking a sip of your water. you put the bottle on the coffee table in front of you and without a word laid down, placing your head on jisung’s lap. “my boss was so annoying, he kept making those weird jokes about dogs. he was so drunk, you wouldn’t believe it,” you giggled as you recalled your memories from a few hours ago. he laughed at your words, trying to imagine your boss in that state and soon after the comfortable silence once again settled between you two. 

when jisung and you started dating you were afraid he’s gonna think you’re weird for being so tired after nights out. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, but social interactions simply exhausted you. as a kid your family used to make fun of you for wanting to leave any types of family parties, thinking that your weariness was a sign of disrespect. that’s why when jisung happened to not only understand you perfectly in that matter, but also feel the same, you were relieved. some might think it’s nothing, but you finally felt seen and validated.

“i’m so exhausted, sungie…” you yawned.

“i know, baby, i know,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. you closed your eyes, relishing in the quiet moment, glad that the day was almost over. “you can rest now, i got you.” 

“i love you,” you mumbled quietly, but he managed to catch that, smiling to himself before leaning over and placing a kiss on your temple. 

no more words were said as you melted into jisung’s lap. soon your soft snores and the anime on the tv were the only noises in the apartment as you recharged, feeling the most comfortable in each other’s presence. 

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[killishin]

JEALOUS

pairing : damian x reader

warning : some jealousy

category : fluff

author's note : okay my exams are over ( for now ) and im writing after like a year so if there's any mistakes , forgive me. Also first time writing damian , or any dc chara so sorry if there's anything wrong. enjoy :)

parties , gathering were never your place and neither his. the league had decided to have a gathering of all heroes and as much as you would rather be in your room sleeping , there's free food here.

that's the reason you tell everyone.

If you were being honest , you still weren't gonna come but a certain recent argument with Damian , your oh so understanding boyfriend , had you in a mood of mischief. You wanted to do something to annoy him , as childish as it sounds for someone who has the status of hero , you just had to.

Initially both of you had decided not to go but then just today morning you told him you were going. you laugh when you remember the disbelief that was on his face.

" Fine. Go. " was all he said back then and you thought that would be it. He would be sulking away in his own solitude.

But he came , with that same brooding face which for a moment melted away when he met your eyes , when he saw you looking absolutely gorgeous , but it was quickly replaced by a scowl when he saw you smirking.

You knew how much he hated crowds so having him go through one was utmost peak revenge.

( he has a huge soft spot for you but he wasn't gonna concede so easily. )

He saw you the whole night talking away , laughing with your friends and the strangers that approached you. He saw how everyone hung onto every word you said and get lost in the spark in your eyes , just like he did.

" Trouble in paradise?" Jon said and smirked when Damian ignored him. Jon saw how he was glaring daggers on the people talking to you.

It was simply comical to him how big of a hold you have on Damian. So he decided to just tease. just a little.

" Oh boy did you see the way the guy laughed?? He's totally trying on her. Is it just me or is he inching towards her?? Man you gotta do something or he'll take awa-"

And that was enough to set off Damian as put down his glass on the bar and went striding off to where you were , leaving Jon smirking wide.

You were enjoying your conversation with the new people you met , but you can't lie it was getting tiring now. Your social battery was running out and maybe right now all you need is a quiet corner and him. Just the bliss of his presence.

And thankfully, you were rescued.

Damian came right in the middle of the conversation, put his hand on your lower back gently before looking at everyone else with his usual glare, although you swear you could see the anger in his eyes.

" I apologise but we need to be somewhere. " He said and started directing you away from the crowd but he stopped in between and glanced back at the guy who was hitting on you.

" Back off , 's all I'll say." His voice held a warning that only an idiot would miss and your eyes slightly widened at his outburst.

But when your eyes met with Jon who was reeling from the scenario , you joined the dots.

( OH JACKPOT )

Damian directed you in a quiet corner outside , away from prying eyes and voices. He let go of you and looked off in a distance , his brows furrowed and his upset eyes looking anywhere else but you.

maybe this was too much.

You realised in your childishness you may have actually upset your man.

You gently pulled him by his arm and made him look at you. It was like a little angry puppy looking at you and you could just die from the cuteness aggression.

" Are you mad at me?" you asked with a small smile. He scoffed and looked away again.

" No why would i be?"

" Cause you were jealous."

" I was not. "

" I never took you for the jealous type you know."

" I said i was not jealous."

You laughed and gently held his face in your hands. aww now he really looks like a puppy.

" I'm sorry if i upset you. It wasn't my intention to make you jealous."

" But it was your intention to come to the party."

" That. "

You laughed guiltily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

" Okay yeah obviously that was my intention. But you weren't talking to me at all during missions , and it just made me a bit.... annoyed. So i had to do something to make you talk." you justified, knowing you could have just maturely had a conversation with him about the argument in private.

" ....And annoy you."

you looked down in guilt but then you heard him laughing heartily. You looked up in surprise. The sight not only rare , but it melts you away. It was the most cutest thing ever , the way his face lit up , the way his lips stay in a beautiful smile.

He took a hold of your chin and pulled you close.

" If you wanted attention, "

He kissed your lips slow , his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands went from your chin to your hips , pulling you even more close. You could sense the hint of sass coming as he teased you by gently nibbling on your lower lip. He pulled away , looking at your lips , then your eyes and that shit eating grin on his face.

" You could have just asked. "

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tie breakers to slurpee runs

paige bueckers x reader

iowa vs uconn. a game anticipated by many, a game that will determine if you could get into the finals. both teams have shown their best skills in basketball, making them one of the most popular teams in the wncaa. 17 million people were watching, and all of their reactions depend on your play.

it was the 4th quarter, with your team, iowa, getting a 65, and the opposing teame earning a 63. everyone in the stadium felt the tension of the two teams.

you were in charge of blocking paige bueckers, a skillfull player in uconn, as your coach noticed how you always knew her plays and tactics. what your coach did not know was that, paige was your ex, whom you met back in the 2019 world cup. knowing paige’s strategies were natural to you.

aubrey griffin, a huskie (and an old friend), grabbed the ball from your teammate. she then passed it to nika muhl (another old friend), who passed it to paige. you were trying your best to block the ball-until it shoots, making the scores a tie of 65-65. your coach immediately requested for a time out.

looking at the time, there were only 10 seconds left, which made you anxious due to your mistake. your coach gave your team strategies. “okay team, we got this. y/n that wasn’t a mistake. just make up for it.” your coach said, giving you a pat on the back.

back in the game, you were blocking paige, and paige made you trip, which caused a foul. you weren’t sure with what you feel, as this moment only gave you a deja vu.

2 years ago, you visited the uconn huskies for your girlfriend. you all played a small game, and you got fouled as kk arnold accidentally hit you. you all took it lightly of course, but you also all practiced proper rules. they asked you to have free throws, with all the members of the team cheering for you, and paige giving you a quick peck on the cheek as she hands you the ball.

going back to the present, you felt everyone’s eyes on you. you dribbled the ball, got a point. both cheers and groans were being heard from all the sides of the stadium. you threw another-point! you felt happier, as if you were able to redeem yourself.

the game continued, and caitlin gave a foul to paige. this is the longest 10 seconds ever of my life you thought. before throwing, paige gave you a look, eyes hinting that she longed for you but at the same time with range, which came from the game. you noticed her, the eye contact came in quick up until the referee gave her the ball to throw. looking at the time, the game only had 4.3 seconds left, and if paige got both throws, you needed a tie breaker.

paige did infact get her two throws and earned uconn 2 points. it was still a tie. the ball fell from the ring, and kate martin, your teammate, received it. she looked everywhere for an open spot, and it was only yours who was open.

you got the ball from kate’s pass, and you honestly did not know what to do. you felt all the nervousness as you were positioned quite far. you saw the ring, threw the ball, and hoped for the best. the sound indicating that the game finished played, and your ball went in. a buzzer beater.

you didn’t know what to feel, and the world felt quiet up until your teammates came to you and hug you.

“FINALS BOUND BABY!” caitlin shouted, the rest of the team following her. you all celebrated, shouting many cheers. you and your teammates also went to the uconn players, as they were also friends with many of them.

this moment to you still felt like it was a dream, and you being so tired was making you have a low social battery. you were surrounded by many familiar faces without game tension, most of which you missed. nika, kk, and aubrey were the friends you missed the most. you got closer to them as you always were at paige’s dorm.

“AUBREY! i missed you” you screamed and hug your old friend, you regained so much energy, your tiredness left. she was also very excited and reciprocated the hug, “been a long time huh, how are you?” she asked. “doing good! how about you? getting drafted soon?” you replied back smiling wide.

“nah, ill be a super senior! paige and i..” she announced, with a hint of hesitation when she said the last phrase. you understood why aubrey mentioned paige, she was the reason you and her got close, and it was natural for her to mention her. “oh that’s cool! injuries allowed me to grab another year, however, i think ill push thru with the draft already.” you said, trying to ignore what she told you about your ex. aubrey then gave you a wide smile, congratulating you.


after more minutes of talking, nika and kk appraoched you. “OUR GIRL IS BACKKKK” they were both excited to see you too. the four of you then talked about each other’s careers and recent hobbies. you were filled with joy when nika told you that she was also invited to the wnba draft. kk also told you about her ongoing sponsorships and training camps.

you were filled with excitement and joy with all of their achievements. you then heard kate shout at you, indicating for you to come close to her. you bid your goodbyes to your old friends, and went ahead to kate.

“look who i am talking to! caitlin said before that you were a fan.” kate revealed paige bueckers, who was in her usual basketball jersey (of course) and had quite a messy braid hair-do. she still looks good you thought.

kate didn’t know about your history with paige, only caitlin did. it felt awkward, and your social battery suddenly went low, however, not wanting to gain speculation, you just continued on with the conversation.

“oh yeah. hi paige!” you stated, shaking her hand. “hi y/n. good game out there.” paige replied to you, retaining eye contact.

“yeah good game.” you nonchalantly replied, trying to hold back a smile. it did not feel right talking to paige like you are strangers, you still longed for her clingy touches and the sweet tone her voice has when she talks to you.

you, kate, and paige had a small conversation, and after awhile, your coach called everyone to get ready to come back to the hotel.

a couple hours later, your teammates were celebrating, however, you wanted to have your “comfort” drink. you loved 7-11’s slurpee, and you always get it whenever you feel tired or drained.

you went inside the store, and got your slurpee. you took a seat, and plugged in your earphones. after, you just blankly looked at the outside window, observing the night life of cleveland.

suddenly, a familiar figure sat down beside you. “tough game huh?” paige asked. “explains the slurpee.” you replied, also acknowledging her own order of slurpee. when you were still together, you always brought along paige to your 7-11 runs.

“really, good job on the game. i am proud of you and little you would be proud too.” paige comforted you, hinting a smile. “thank you. i was just really pressured this game, and you being part of our opposing team did not help either.” you joked, giving a small laugh.

“oh come on!” you and paige laughed. silence was now back, you both just looking out and drinking your slurpees in silence, and somehow, in comfort.

“i missed you. talking to you like a stranger felt wrong.” paige then said, ending the silence.

you didn’t realize how much you have longed for this, that paige still has a big effect on you. you were glad that she felt the same way.

“i missed you too.”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hello, thank you for writing the imagine, I loved it so much, I came to torment you again and ask if you could write another one? *3* Hannigram x reader, some hilarious situation where they get jealous but the reader doesn't notice lol which ends up resulting in a smut hihi

Hey again!! ❤️ not a torment at all, thanks for requesting once more!! Im soooo excited for this i havent written much jealousy for them!!!!

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After the final guest of Hannibal’s dinner party had finally left, you felt like you could breathe once again. It had been a long night of both entertaining and running around to make sure things went smoothly.

Your heels came off first, and you groaned with relief. You had been so wrapped up with everything that you hadn’t noticed Will or Hannibal brooding for the last hour.

What caused their ill humor was a burning jealousy, but not one you had consciously caused. Instead, Dr. Chilton was to blame.

My, you two, I did not think you would show off your conquest so… brazenly. But I cannot say I blame you. That sort of beauty is best admired up close, don’t you think?

And lo and behold, they had seen him introducing himself to you later on. They couldn’t hear your conversation, but they still noticed his efforts to make you laugh. Still, they didn’t want to cause a scene.

On your end of things, Frederick had been charming but respectful, just another one of Hannibal and Will’s acquaintances that you didn’t think much of. You were unaware of just how much he liked getting a rise out of your partners, simply because it amused him.

You found them in the kitchen, Hannibal putting away wine glasses while Will leaned against the counter nursing glass of scotch. You approached him with a tired but content smile, intent on undoing his tie for him.

He observed you quietly for a moment, a muscle in his jaw still twitching with leftover tension.

“Long night, I know,” you said, misreading his expression. “My social battery’s completely drained, too.”

“Some people were enjoying themselves perhaps too much,” Hannibal said. “You stirred much interest.”

“Me?” You said, confused. “Well, I was trying to be a good hostess.”

“A very beautiful one, at that,” Will added.

You blushed a little, grinning. “I did get some compliments here and there.”

He made a hmph sound and in the next moment, he drew you in for a kiss. You chuckled softly, now understanding the possessiveness of his action.

Hannibal set down the glasses and approached as well. Without breaking the kiss with Will, you reached back for him.

But instead of letting you bring him closer, he kneeled behind you.

“What’s gotten into you!?” You gasped as Hannibal yanked down your panties, hiking up your dress.

“I have to have you,” he rasped. “I need your taste.”

He was usually the less frantic of the two, but it seemed his composure had been thrown out the window. To see him like that ignited something deep in your core.

Will grasped your chin and brought your lips back to his. You moaned into his mouth at the first swipe of Hannibal’s tongue.

Jealousy always led to their passionate reclaiming of you, and you were already aware that you had a long, long night ahead of you. Perhaps you would have to find ways to make it happen more often.

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[bunniidollii]

trailerpark!rafe 🤝 spanking like need i say more

it was the small things that set you off, always leaving you in a bad mood for the rest of the day whilst rafe had to deal with your attitude. he tries his best to be patient, but when the whining turns full temper tantrum, he’s had enough and is quick to bend you over his knee. at home it’s easy, the car is risky yet still possible, but in public, you’d find yourself escorted (practically manhandled) to the nearest empty room. and that’s how you found yourself, mid summer bbq, hips uncomfortably trapped between the sink and your boyfriend’s form leaning over you. first it was because the dress you had planned on wearing turned out to have a massive stain all down the front. then rafe took too long getting ready, and you ended up late. they then ran out of veggie burgers, so you were stuck eating the squeaky halloumi while your boyfriend devoured his burger. a neighbour had made a comment about the length of your skirt, which left you snappy with anyone else who attempted to make conversation with you. it was after a nasty run in with your aunt who had never approved of your relationship, that led to rafe pulling you into the small downstairs bathroom. he was quick to flip up your skirt to expose your backside that was barely covered by the white lace you were wearing. his calloused hands pulled at the thin material, causing your hips to rise slightly to avoid the friction and a whine to leave your lips. a hand was placed over your mouth, and rafe tugged harder on your panties in response, before finally speaking.

“you havin’ fun embarrassin’ me out there, with all your whining— hey, don’t you go stomping your feet now” his gruff voice was cut off when you tried to do your usual attempt of retaliation by stomping your feet and whinging until rafe gave in. annoying him beyond extent always got you your way, while the little punishments to try and stop you only spurred you on.

“things weren’t going my way—” you were cut off by a sharp slap on your ass as rafe pulled your panties impossibly higher, with the friction against your clit causing you to let out a light moan. “things don’t always go your way, kiddo, you gotta learn to deal with that.” another slap as his free hand snaked around your throat, “cant be going round havin’ a big ol’ tantrum when something don’t end up how you wanted it to, s’not how real life works.”

rafe gave you another few slaps, leaving a blush of red subtle enough to not draw attention when you returned to the bbq. “you gonna stop being such a crybaby now, doll?” you were turned around, still wedged between your boyfriend and the counter, but facing him instead. he could see the tired look in your eyes and knew you were bordering past your social battery. you just latched your arms around his neck, rafe following your cue as he picked up your legs to wrap them around his waist, picking you up and setting you down on the counter. you just pawed at the collar of his shirt, not bothering to look up at him as you sank into his embrace. “gotta handle just an hour longer, and then we can head on home, alright? and we can forget all about today in a bit, i’ll take care of that, don’t you worry.”

“yes daddy” the familiar doe eyed look on your face as you stared up at rafe with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“‘s rafe, baby” he reminded you before placing a quick peck on the lips as he helped you rearrange yourself to your former socially acceptable state. he guided the two of you out, and you stood happily by his side for the rest of the evening with the hope of rafe fucking you brainless when you got home.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere coworker (part 11)

Tw: afab reader, this chapter is just some fluff and exhibiting a softer side of this problem man

Masterlists, part 1, part 12

All eight of you ordered the steak. Therefore, eight identical dishes were presented in front of everyone.

When it arrived, Cyprus spent no time cutting his slab into smaller pieces while chatting amicably with his friends. You wonder what for, because he usually eats larger chunks as he has a bigger mouth.

You began eating your fries and vegetable sides first, not wanting to tackle the meat. You're too mentally exhausted to work on it.

But before you could pick up your next fry, Cyprus swapped plates with you and you felt a sense of deja vu wash over. The meat was perfectly cubed to your bite size.

"Damn it, you ate most of my fries." He mumbled, stabbing the steak with his fork and slicing through it with his knife.

Your brain was on automatic, so you apologized and immediately transferred some of your chips over to his. Not realizing that you never asked him to cut the beef up for you and this technically wasn't your plate that you ate out of.

You're just too tired. Too tired to notice that he said, "Thanks, princess." As he pecked you on the temple and stroked you on the head.

Too tired to realize that you weren't acting mean towards Cyprus, proving his friends' point about how you're wonderful for him and you're not someone Cyprus should dump.

Neither of them mind that you were suddenly deathly quiet. As Cyprus had explained to them earlier that you tend to shut down after having too much social interaction for the day. They looked at Cyprus as if he grew two heads when he mentioned about your "social battery", because they considered that term as some sort of internet nonsense and your boyfriend is the last person they expect to unironically use it. Initially, it was embarrassing for Cyprus, but eventually he explained it enough for everyone to understand.

The women gush over how romantic it was that Cyprus cuts your steak up for you without hesitation or much thought. It's so natural for him to treat you like royalty. In turn, pressuring the men to do that for their girlfriends too.

The dinner went by uneventfully. Cyprus brought you back home earlier and ate the rest of your leftovers because you didn't feel like eating it anymore.

You couldn't really remember what else happened, nothing much must have taken place between the ride home and the time where you found yourself snuggling into his chest as you dozed off.

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"Wake up."

You groggily grumbled, flinching when Cyprus blew air into your ear. You tried pushing him away, but he simply chuckled and groped all over your body.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful. Now, get up. We're going on a date." He whispered, learning not to overwhelm you this early in the morning. The last time he spoke in a voice too loud and upbeat at the crack of dawn, you burst into tears.

You whined, saying it's too early and it's a Saturday, you want to sleep in. Frowning, you wished Cyprus's energy levels matched yours, he would have made a much better boyfriend then.

"I want to smoke."

You told him to go ahead, because you want to sleep.

"I want to fuck you stupid."

You picked your head up and tiredly opened an eye. You told him no way, but you fell into his trap instead. He encased your lips in a passionate kiss, he must have just woken up too as it was sloppier than usual. But it was enjoyable nonetheless as you knew he had plenty of practice before you.

His large hands rubbed all over your body, snaking them under your (Cyprus's) oversized T-shirt and under the band of your underwear.

He pulled away when your thrashing began to get out of hand, signalling that you're running out of breath. But he didn't retract his hands this time, instead choosing to hold you close to him.

You panted and struggled to keep your heartbeat below the maximum while he hugs you as if you're his beloved stuffed toy.

"I want to get to know you more..." He murmured. There was a sense of softness and yearning in his purr, his fingers got to work soothingly carding your hair.

You said he knew everything there is to know about you. And he deems everything else as a side effect of your internet addiction.

"You never really talked about your friends." He drawled.

You remained silent, waiting to see where this conversation goes.

"I'm starting to think you don't have any." He sniffed your hair. "God, you smell good."

You said you do have friends, Cyprus is stealing you away from them. You pulled away from his hold, which was surprisingly lax and rolled to the end of the bed, furthest away from Cyprus.

"Oh yeah?" He propped his head up by an elbow while lying on his side, staring at you as the singular ray of sunshine coming from a gap between his curtains illuminated his face. You would never admit that he's extremely handsome without his glasses.

"Why don't you get texts and calls from them, then? I've been waiting to pick one up and tell them that you're busy with me." A grin made its way to his lips, fantasizing about how your hypothetical friends would freak out over the news of you having a boyfriend. Cyprus just likes letting the world know that you're his pretty girl.

You said that they have a life and they couldn't check up on you all the time. He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Really? Not even a "Look what I found" text? Not even a "This reminded me of you"?" His free hand found its way to your hips, tenderly caressing it up and down. "You're such a loser." He teased with a carefree smile on his attractive face.

You gulped, not knowing what to say. Cyprus gets calls from his friends regularly and actually cares about him. They want him around just because they love him as family.

You? Usually your friends (actually, colleagues) contact you if they want something out of you or to brag about their life when they couldn't find anyone else to be their emotional sponge or for some political reason.

His words made you reflect on your life. You don't think you have anyone you trust to help you out when times get tough in this city. Ironically, Cyprus would have been the first person you would call to get you out of trouble, because you have a strong belief that he would help you without hesitation no matter how much you think that he's an asshole.

You sunk your head deeper into his pillow, can't think of anything else to say to him without admitting you're more of a loser than you thought.

You wished you had your phone right now to pacify you and distract yourself from confronting the reality that your life isn't that great.

You saw Cyprus's eyebrows raise and knitted itself in concern. He scooted closer to you and cupped your cheeks.

"Did I reopen a wound? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel like crap. Don't cry, doll. Come here." He opened his arms and invited you in an embrace.

Don't cry? You were confused why he said that until you began to sniffle and the tickle of your tears was registered in your mind.

Embarrassed, you buried your head in his chest to hide your teary mess of a face from him. Cyprus wrapped his arms around you tightly, cooing about how it's okay and he loves you.

"I took a joke too far, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to come off as a judgmental asshole." He mumbled in your hair before kissing you on the crown of your head.

You progressed to pathetic sobs, the reality that you don't have anyone is dawning on you. And it's horrifying to accept.

You never knew what reaction you would get from him whenever you cried. Most of the time, he would brush it off as an insignificant, silly little tantrum. Sometimes he would drop everything just to comfort you, like right now. Perhaps he could feel that he actually hurt you a lot.

He slowly got up, bringing you up with him. Cyprus then rose to his full height, carrying you with an arm supporting your rear and your legs wrapping around his torso. You clung onto him, fearing that he might drop you and not wanting him to see you still weeping and vulnerable.

"Let's get ready for our date." He gently bounced you up and down, patting your back while he walked out of the bedroom. Of course, not before retrieving his glasses from the nightstand.

You sighed and sagged, there is no way you could worm out of this. So you asked him where he was planning on taking you.

"There's this farmer's market I've wanted to go to for a while now. I think you're going to love it there. I know I will, since you're going to be with me." He opened the door to the bathroom. Cyprus gently sets you down on the cold tiles, making you frown in discomfort.

He smiled at you, his bed head making him look less well kept than usual. It's charming in its own right.

"You can make hell seem like heaven by just being there." He ruffled your already messy hair. "You're so fun to be with, you know that?"

He bent down and pecked you on the lips, hushing you when a gush of tears started flowing again. Cyprus took the time to wipe them off with his thumbs.

"Go on, get ready. I'll be preparing breakfast for the both of us and I'll come back in ten minutes to check up on you."

You nodded, sniffling and wiping your face with your hand.

Satisfied, he kissed you on the forehead. "Crybaby."

He pulled away, only to dive back in to give you another kiss on the lips. "But you're my crybaby. Remember that."

He laughed when you tried hitting him and missed.

[furuyalover]

taking care of him at a party

— ft. atsumu miya

AN: just a lil sum while i work my music event drabbles 🤍 also this was soo fun to write so pls request any other characters i should do this for !

your roommate was throwing a party in your shared house, and it was fun at first. however your social battery was running kind of low, and you felt like taking a break anyways. “hey im a little beat, but if you need anything i’ll be in my room” you tell your friend and then you make your way to your room.

you lie down on your bed, and decide to maybe take a small nap to help you feel better. but not even 15 minutes into your nap you hear a soft knock on your door. “come in” you groan, as you readjust yourself so that you can sit up and see whoever’s at your door, expecting your roommate needing assistance with something for the party. but to your surprise, your greeting by three familiar faces, one being a very drunk atsumu miya.

being practically held him by his twin brother and good friend suna, the former embarrassingly says “y/n im so sorry for barging in, but is it ok if we let atsumu take a break here? every other room was occupied and your roommate told us to try here” atsumu was smashed, you could tell that he was shitfaced and it was more like osamu & suna who needed the break.

“what? ok sure yeah whatever. just lay him down over there i guess.” too tired to really even refute their request, you instruct the two to carry their drunken friend on the side of your bed opposite of you. this is where you decide it’s probably time for you to turn in for the night.

you leave atsumu to rest on your bed, and head into your bathroom to change, shower, and what not to get ready for bed. by the time you’re done you chuckle to yourself when you see atsumu is still knocked out on your bed. admittedly, you found it kind of cute to see him like this. peacefully asleep, in his natural state, a change of pace from his usual loud and brash personality, it didn’t help that he was in your bed as well. after placing a glass of water and some tylenol and advil on the nightstand next to him, you sit on your side of your bed and start mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

you text your roommate, updating them on the wild situation you found yourself in. “y/n are u fr rn? this is like the perfect chance for u to confess to him hello??” a smile forms on your face after reading that text, “bro what hell no. that’s so awkward 😭” “ur trippin, worst case scenario u can tell him u we’re js drunk” rolling your eyes at that suggestion, you exit your texts and go back to your scrolling.

a few minutes go by and you feel atsumu shifting in your bed, followed by a slight groan. “oh god where am i” he groans as he rolls over, rubbing his eyes, to face this mysterious figure sat beside him.

“well you’re not downstairs getting shitfaced that’s for sure” you snark with a small chuckle, slightly admiring how cute he looks with his messy hair and flushed face. “oh shit! y/n! is this your room? oh my god did we..?” amused by his slight panic you reassured him that nothing happened, “no no don’t worry, you were absolutely plastered so suna and your brother dropped you off here so you could rest. there’s some tylenol next to you, you should really take some”

she’s such an angel wow, he thought to himself as he took the pain relievers you so kindly prepared for him. “god those assholes, sorry you had to deal with that” he quietly, almost embarrassingly apologizes. giggling at his annoyance you assure him it’s fine and that it’s not a big deal. but then the gears start turning in your head a bit, as you start to develop a lil plan to semi-confess to him.

“the party isn’t probably gonna end for another few hours, so if you want you can just crash here if you want. i can just sleep on the couch or something” almost immediately, a grin plasters on atsumus face, and his usually cocky self is back just like that. “i mean that’s rather rude ya know? i wouldn’t want such an angel who had to take care of a drunken asshole to sleep on the couch. you should probably just sleep in your own bed” he grins as he runs his hands through his messy blonde hair, this bitch knows exactly what he’s doing, you think to yourself.

despite a very obvious blush creeping up on your face you respond, “yeah well i’d feel bad if you had to stay on the couch” scoffing, faking offense to your comment “who said anything about me on the couch? plus i heard cuddling is good for hangovers.” OH HOW I HATE HIM. rolling your eyes you playfully act annoyed, but you couldn’t be any happier

“hm well i always wanted to cuddle with that dumbass from the volleyball team who i have a crush on” you retort with a light laugh. now it’s his turn to blush, already flushed from the alcohol he is now redder than before. “when exactly were you planning on tellling this handsome and talented dumbass?” despite the confident demeanor he was definitely screaming on the inside.

“i figured now would be a good time, but who said anything about handsome and talented.” you reply as you side eye him, but he just can’t help but smile right at you. “so we’re definitely cuddling right?” he asks with a heartful, genuine smile. not being able to deny this lover boy’s smile or even him in general, i mean you’ve liked him for months now, you roll your eyes and respond “ok fine i guess whatever, but find some clothes to change into and take a shower” you laugh as you playfully hit him on his shoulder.

“on it.” he gets up heading downstairs to see if any of his friends have extra clothes they can get him, and to of course tell them about his crush on you. “shit finally, it’s about time you told her you liked her, osamu you owe me $10 and some food” “ok fine suna whatever, but you owe me $5 since he did it while he was drunk.” yes these mfs placed bets on you guys confessing to each other.

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[sturnsbella]

bsf!matt headcannons

~ by sturnsbella

bsf!matt who… is not really touchy with anyone but knows your love language is physical touch, so he’s always happy when you go hug him just because you feel like it, or when you ask him to hug you when you guys are watching a movie, even if he doesn’t show it.

you had just laid on the couch and was waiting for matt to come to the living room so you could start the movie you had picked. he got into the living room holding a bunch of different snacks and drinks you both like and puts everything on the side table.

he finally sits on the couch with you but he leaves some space between you two. you look at him confused about why didn’t he came closer, missing the physical touch you go closer to him, grab his arm and makes him put his arm around your waist, hugging you. “you were far” you say while reaching for the remote and starting the movie. he doesn’t say a word but hugs you tighter as a response.

bsf!matt who… always reads you and knows when you’re not okay even if you don’t say anything.

you, the triplets, nate and madi spent the whole day hanging out, you went to the movies, to a restaurant and now were all just chatting in the triplet’s living room. you were kinda quiet though, not laughing as much as you would be normally and also not talking as much, as you scrolled on your phone not even paying attention to the conversation anymore.

matt, of course, notices it, and instantly understands you were tired and probably out of social battery.

he grabs his phone and texts you:

before you could text him back, you see matt yawning loudly, trying to make madi and nate notice that he looked tired, so they would leave. you giggle at his action but sees that it actually works.

nate grabs his phone to check the time.

“shit guys its so late, i should go” nate says

“can you drive me home?” madi asks and nate nods. everyone says goodbye and they both leave.

after nick and chris already went to their rooms, you were already in your pajamas sitting in matt’s bed waiting for him to get out of the bathroom.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you tell matt as he enters the room and closes the door behind him.

“do what?” he asks pretending to be confused and you roll your eyes as he gets into bed with you.

bsf!matt who… knows every little thing about you.

bsf!matt who… since you two were little kids, worried about you and took care of you.

you were on the swing of the playground, matt pushing you as you giggled and threw your legs back and forth. you were going high, and the little 7-year-old you thought it would be a great idea to leave the swing on a big jump, so you do it.

“matty!” you screamed “look at me!” you said before jumping and failing to land on the ground standing, you fall on your knees.

“oh my god y/n!” matt rushed towards you. “are you hurt?” he asked lifting your face to found your eyes full of tears. “shh, it’s okay” matt tries to comfort you, hugging you. “let’s splash some water on your knees and you’ll be okay” he says and does as he said so, and after two minutes of him taking care of you and one minute of ‘resting’ you two are already running around once again.

[snoringkitty1]

Recharge

This is very different, writing on my phone :,>

Tw: Not proofread, just fluff :>

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You and Dan heng had spent all day running around on the Xianzhou ship. He didn't particularly like being on the ship without your company since, well, your soft gaze was one much better than the glares other vidyadhara gave him.

"The snacks here are really odd.." you stated, reading the lable on a drink you got from a vending machine. Dan heng was stood slightly off to the side, his arms crossed. "A pineapple and cream drink doesn't sound odd to me." He hummed and leaned over to read the lable.

"..I guess so." You shrugged and opened it up when you were about to try a sip. Someone harshed bumped into Dan heng, causing him to nearly fall over onto you.

You gasped, the drink getting spilled all over your face and shirt. Dan's eyes widened before he scowled and looked back at the man who'd practically shoved him on purpose, though the made seemed too proud and unbothered to be scared.

He didn't have time nor the social battery to deal with that. Instead, he gently grabbed your arm while you were still busy pouting about missing out on your drink and simultaneously ruining your afternoon.

"Here..hold still." You lowered your arms, so they rested idle at your sides, looking at your shirt with a frown. He snapped his finger, and suddenly, all the juice on your shirt began to..leave?

It's like the liquids were being sucked out, little bubbles of juice floating in front of you. The little glow in Dan heng's eyes told you it was his powers working the magic. It was pretty fantastical to watch.

Finally, all the little bubbles dissipated as if they didn't exist to begin with. "There..i'll buy you another.." he sighed and patted your head. You frowned and moved his hand down to hold your face.

"But..it wasn't even your fault! I can buy myself another, it's alright." You smiled and kissed his palm. He still seemed a little upset that you had been dragged into the prejudice involving his former self.

But seeing you happy raised his mood, despite the problems that occurred not even ten minutes ago.

No matter who interfered, you would not let anyone ruin this date. Even if his mood was already ruined.

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Upon your return to the express, Dan heng had his arms crossed and his eyes closed as the two of you listened to March about how her date with Stelle went. His social battery was definitely going on empty, so as much as you liked listening to March, you wanted to help him feel better.

You snuck away from the lounge and went into the room you both shared. You toom the pillows and blankets from your mattress and made a big nest of pillows and blankets on his mattress. Cuddling would certainly lift his mood, right?

As you were putting the finishing touches on the pillow pile, the door opened with Dan heng in the way. His eyes widened a bit upon seeing the mess that was the pillow nest. "What is this?" He inquired as he closed the door and walked further into the room.

"A pillow nest!" You grinned and walked over to him, "i noticed how tired you looked after our date, and i didn't think you'd last long listening to March. So i snuck in here to make a cozy pillow nest." You smiled.

Seeing your smile made him smile, he sighed and leaned close to kiss your forehead. "What would i do without you.." he hummed and held your face before playfully pinching your cheek.

You smiled proudly and grabbed his hands, and pulled him over to the pillow nest. "C'mon, snuggles will help you recharge, right?" You smiled and let go of his hands and flopped onto the many blankets and pillows.

He followed suit and crawled in beside you, "always.." he hummed, "my favorite way to recharge.. is with you.." he mumbled and smiled as you pulled him close. "I'm honored.." you whispered, brushing your hand through his hair and smiling to yourself.

The silence that filled the room was what Dan heng would usually recharge in before he met you. But now, he craves your presence more than anything whenever he's tired of being around people.

The sound of your heartbeat and breathing were enough to put him right to sleep.. His eyes closed, and he did just that. He fell asleep in your arms, and tou were happy to have put him at ease.

He was just Dan heng here. He didn't need to worry about anything else. His favorite place to be, was right in your arms.

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[sujofolder]

 rotten with snapdragons in his soul

adam being paranoid and you snapping at him.

— genre: angst

— warning: adam being toxic as fuck, misogynistic and in general a piece of shit

— pairing: fem reader x adam [ established relationship ]

the first man shouldn't be so agitated, specifically not at his partner ; love is confusing as shit ; he whined to lute before you two made it official. he never meant to obsessievly analyze each text message, or snap at you when you've come home later than promised. of course, adam would never admit that he's paranoid, that the fear of losing another lover gnaws at his guts, eating him alive and leaving his mind rotten with irrationality. he dosent even realize in the moment how absolutely insane he sounds, that you cannot text him at specific hours, or stay at home when your friends get together, that you cannot control who joins each social gathering. for months, you have put up with his tendencies, doing your absolute hardest to he understanding. every man would be corrupted with suspension after losing two wives to the same guy.

but at times, you wish he would have simply listened, and trusted you, that you'd never ever leave him, not like this, not in the same way they left. it certainly doesn't help that the angel adamantly refuses to share any speck of information of his past affairs, assuming it's a rough topic to talk about for your lover, you never pressed, though the explanation of them being “crazy bitches” was unsatisfactory. pressing the matter always put adam in a bad mood. so the subject was never lingered on, even if he knew every little knot of your past relationships. it was unfair, but it seemed to settle his suspension. so you've allowed it to happen.

“but that fucker has nothing on me? im like— so much more badass, right babe?”

“of course adam.”

it was a regular occurrence, god forbid you happen to run into one of your exes, he'd be seething with jealousy. blaming you for planning to leave him, that you are just like all those bitches who 'couldn't handle the real deal', and each single time, you came knocking at the door, and cooing his anxieties. It was exhausting, but you persevered day after day in hopes it'll come to an end, through winters and summers. but it never did, he leaned behind you when texting, when talking to friends, when speaking to sale man, and woman alike. no one was free from his suspensions. and with the passage of time, you've grown more and more upset, but never showed so. keeping the rage built up deep in your soul, unallowing its explosion.

snapping one day was inevitable. yet, you hoped regardless that your own rage would be kinder to the man you truly loved so dealy.

you've come home later than usual, exhausted, a dead phone in your fingers, knowing already the sight that would stand at the door once itll open ; adam, who's already delusioned himself into some cruel sob story of another love who left him for the king of hell, somehow, you never met lucifer, but knowing the first man himself, he had found a way to connect the unconnectable dots.

“where the fuck have you been!?” adam shouted, throwing his hands in the air the second you walked in.

giving him a tired smile, doing your absolute hardest to keep the voice that left your lips soft and comforting, “sorry, adam, my battery died, i tried calling you through my friend's phone, but they didn't have the number saved.”

still unconvinced, the angel snatched the dead phone from your hold, not caring how stupid he looked, he has promised himself not to be stupid enough to fall for another trap of a misfortuned relationship. he didn't hear you yelp in surprise as he flipped the phone around, it was indeed out of battery. excuse proven to be correct. but something inside his stomach chimed as he glared at you up and down. “how would I know you've not been whoring around?”

sighing in exhaustion that was fitting for a lover who went through those interrogations every few days, you spoke, “adam, please— not today.”

still as distrusting as ever, adam's eyebrows knitted together for a frown, questioning the motives behind your dismissal. “..so.. youre seeing someone else?”

“no, fucking hell, no, im just— tired.” your tone unintentionally carried an agitated edge to it, perhaps this is what raised his suspicion even more. after all, both lilith and eve had been secretive. to the first man on earth, if something wasn't fully comprehended by him, it was against him.

“tired?” adam repeated.

“yes, tired, now please, let it go.”

usually, you had not been so dismissive, perhaps it was the building hatred towards his constant distrusting nature. dismissive to adam meant proof that something was hidden beneath the surface, sometimes it almost felt like he wanted to find out that you had cheated so his efforts to obsess over non existed scenarios wouldn't be seen as pathetic. and yet, he couldn't stop. teeth gritted through each word, “babe, don't fucking lie to me, something is up, i can feel it.”

“you feel incorrectly! im not fucking cheating on you! just leave me alone!” neither did you intend to shout back, yelling at him only seemed to fuel his infatuation with the false idea that one day you'd cheat on him too.

“what are you being so pissy about than?”

for some reason, you snapped, not particularly enjoying the constant questioning you've had to endure for months on end. “why am i being pissy?! why are YOU being such a fucking asshole?! you never trust me! you inspect every little thing i do! its frustrating!”

adam's anger boiled over, eyes narrowing in a display of irrationality, you've never yelled at him before, in all the months of dating, you had put up with his behavior, adam never treated yelling well, it ripped his insides into fiery pits, and awakened more of the terrifying concept that one day you'd leave him for another man. but the man would never admit how truly petrified he is, how the mere idea of such turnout makes the blood in his body freeze, emotions never are his thing, opening up was never his thing. maybe it should have, adam hates how much he knows he's being messy, but being left twice by two woman had already made the first human feel so pathetically replaceable, he couldn't feel that way again, he simply couldn't. and he'd do everything in his power not to. even if it means destruction. he'd tear healthy hearts apart under the false assumption that they might be temporary.

“frustrating?! you are the one who keeps things away from me! not telling me where you've been and shit! and— not answering my phone!”

“my phone died, i told you! i cant keep tabs all the time, i have my life, the same way you have yours!” fighting against all forces of nature to keep the burning ache of rage deep inside your stomach, it'll be nothing but useless, and yet, even a worm turns if pushed hard enough.

“its not the same thing!” your boyfriend desperately objected and already knowing his train of thought, the next argument was the inevitable misogynistic comment to save himself the shame of his own paranoia, “youre a woman! you are meant to answer me immediately and fulfill my requests!”

at this words, it broke free. all the restrains you have been containing for months unleashed like a rapid beast, you had grown cruel in your mind, and now, your words came to match, spatting out the worst insult that can be spoken to a man you claim to love, and do, “GOD you are so fucking annoying! sometimes i look at you and understand why two women made specifically for you, built to became your wives, left you behind for another man! the same man at that! It's pathetic!”

no words could describe adam's expression, his own face paled, and you swore it matched his white rope. regret came as quick as the rugged breaths your body struggled to inhale. never did anyone see the first man cry, high seraphims, ex wives, nor even lute, but at this moment, tears resurfaced in those golden eyes of his, his halo dimmed slightly, “adam— wait— i ” the words immediately left your shaky lips, as a hand reached forward to touch him, and he shoved it away in one foul swat.

“save it.”

the words uttered with such hatred that had no place for forgiveness, and you knew, there was no change of reconciliation, and yet, the guilt in your stomach refused to let this be the end. “adam— please, hear me out—”

“i said— save it, i dont need your cheap apologies.”

his voice was stiff, each syllable tasteful with unmistakable disdain, one that this time left no place for love. perhaps it had to be that way, you told yourself, even as he left the apartment and snapped the door tightly behind him so loud your forced your ears shut at the sound by placing palms on them. and yet, the guilt was unforgiving, knowing why it happened still didn't stop the shame, it only provided a reason, but a reasoning is useless when your boyfriend won't return his calls or texts for days now, no matter how many times you apologized, he still hasn't even spared a glance at the message, or at your name ringing at his phone, forcing himself not to care. lute questioned him, as she figured something had occurred between the two of you, but adam only replied with,

“shes just another crazy bitch couldnt handle the real deal.”

[cupids-scream-queen]

can you write a one-shot where stu and the reader hookup at one of stu's parties?

yes anon! Sorry this took so long; but at least it's done 💗

The Bunny and the Wolf

Warnings: sex. :)

Quiet. Still. It was an eerie night, something that got you nervous. The silence before the storm.

The storm that was your boyfriend, Stu Macher.

Tomorrow night was the big night. His biggest, baddest party of them all, and you were to be the star of it all. He'd even gotten you a special pink bunny costume, which you looked ravishing in. Stu hardly could keep his hands off in private, you were curious to see how he fared in public.

You had copious amounts of alcohol, shit that took you weeks to gather from your parent's stash in the basement. You had to take it slowly, as to not alert them of the missing bottles.

Stu was supplying nearly everything else--invitations, VHS tapes, drugs--the alcohol and your bunny costume was everything that you needed to worry your pretty little head over.

It wasn't a shock to you when you saw the invite list--Billy Loomis, Randy Meeks, Ram Sweeney, Jason Dean, and some chick named Heather Chandler. Damn, those were only the star invites. The rest of the party was gathered by the old word-of-mouth and the ever-popular campaign of "bring a bottle of vodka, you're allowed in".

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You arrived to Stu's house, which was surprisingly quiet. You had your bunny costume on under a thick black jacket, hiding your form from praying eyes. You weren't quite sure of the dress code, but something in you told you that Stu just wanted an excuse to show you off.

"There's my bubbly bunny! Ain't gonna make me skin ya, aren't you?" Stu slid down the railing of the stairs, falling at the ending. You giggled, rolling your eyes.

"If I take it off, you won't keep your hands off me," You tease, helping him off of the floor. Stu comically brushed imaginary dirt off of him before tapping his fingers on his chin, pretending like he was thinking.

"Hmm...maybe you're right, bunny," He acknowledged. "However, I'm a visual man, so I'm going to need to see it to assess the situation we're dealing with."

You rolled your eyes again, but obeyed him. You took the jacket off and threw it to the floor, revealing the pink suit that was tight around your body. Black fishnets, stripper heels, and a playful pair of ears and a tail completed the look. Stu looked like a wolf about to devour its prey.

"Excellent," he drawled out, licking his lips as he raked over your body. You could see his pants beginning to stiffen, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head. "Party isn't until 6, what do you say we bone upstairs for a sec?"

"What, and leave Billy to set everything up?" You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips and giving Stu an attitude.

It was not helping his boner.

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It was past 9, and surprisingly you were able to thwart the hormones of your boyfriend long enough to actually enjoy the party. You almost never drank, and tonight was no exception, but you were certain of Stu drinking one or two beers.

You were in his room, alone. Staring up at a picture of Michael Myers that was taped to the ceiling, you sighed, ripping the ears off of your head and rolling over. You were tired, your social battery run practically dead and your limbs felt like they were about to fall off.

You were nearly asleep when you heard the rattling of the doorknob, and the soft but nimble feet of someone pattering along on the hardwood floors.

"Stu?" You called out, your voice weak. "Is that you?"

"Yes, bunny, it's me," Stu jumped onto his bed with you, cradling you against him. You could feel his heart beating out of his chest, his fingers gripping your arms tightly, making you believe he was going to leave a bruise.

"Stu? Baby, what's wrong?" You looked up at Stu, who was grinning wildly at you. Before you could talk, Stu put your bunny ears back on.

"I want to fuck my little bunny rabbit," Stu kissed you, hard. Teeth biting against lips and tongues swirling around together. You let out a sigh, your boyfriend taking it as consent to keep going.

He continued to undress you, making sure through everything you kept the ears on. He liked feeling like he was in control, and for the most part, he was--you simply being along for the ride. You considered doing more work, but then relented--you were providing the hole.

He was nearly everything you wanted, his dick entering you nearly as fast as you could comprehend what was going on. It was as if you had a thirty-second delay. No matter; he felt good. So, so, good. Stu filled you up to the max, stretching you to your limits with his fat cock.

No words were spoken, Stu thrusting into you and the noises of his balls against your skin the only thing besides muffled voices of your friends downstairs. He continued to thrust into you, his dick reaching every part of your pussy. He didn't mind you not doing anything, your moans filling his ears as he continued to thrust in faster and faster, chasing his own pleasure.

You came first, your pussy clenching on his dick, practically begging to be filled. Your nails on his back, scratching. Your screams of his name--his name--everything that mattered. He bottomed out, a string of curses leaving his lips as he continued thrusting, his lewd activities no doubt now prominent to everyone at the party. What could you say? You were loud.

Stu kissed you roughly, his dick still inside of you as he collapsed.

"Stay like this, bunny," he said, before closing his eyes and falling asleep suspiciously fast.

thanks for reading! If you liked it or want more, feel free to send me more requests <33

[bloodandthestars]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝟐 𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍.

biker!ais x gn reader

tags: fwb (so mdni), biker au, reader is a bit bold late in the night

a/n: if he’s ooc I’m sorry, but I needed to write this out my HEAD, just something sweet and quick for you guys while I recover and write more Geto. here are some songs used for this: smartwater (summer walker), 2 AM (che ecru), right my wrongs (bryson tiller)

wc: 2k

Once again you found yourself restless in your apartment. In the dead of night, the ceiling becomes a familiar sight. The silence doesn’t bother you— it’s the fact that sleep doesn’t come any sooner that does. You keep forgetting to grab melatonin on your run to the grocery store, thus making your nights long. Watching the city lights helped at the very least. You got yourself with a slight groan, putting some bottoms on and house shoes. There was a slow walk to the kitchen where your tea brews hot. One inhale’s able to ease you, but not by much.

You slide your worn window open with a grunt, slipping outside to the fire escape. The metal was a bit damp but doable. You sit down with your legs crossed and your back against the brick of the apartment. Your plants in the corner seem to be doing well after rain from the previous night. It left every surface dewy and shiny, from the fog on windows to the street beneath you. Skyscrapers not too far away light the night, sounds of traffic entrancing your ears. The city always felt like home, like a friend to always have in the background of your life.

That seemed to ring true with everything you had going on. You started a new job that was piling on a workload before you could get comfortable, the floor’s washer and dryer was never working, and any free time you had was spent sleeping to charge your battery up again. Was it a tad isolating? Sure. You had your friends but you weren’t exactly feeling social when you were tired. Time alone became a new thing for you when you moved into the city. It was something to learn to enjoy, you thought, not something to be afraid of.

Zzpt! A chime on your phone takes you out of the atmosphere. You look down at your bright phone, not only telling you it’s late in the night but that you’ve received a text.

‘I’m assuming you’re up, Sparrow?’

You huff, fingers already ready to type out: ‘You stalking me or something?‘

Before you can set your phone down, it chimes again. ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’

He was one result of that time alone. You went out to a bar, one your friend recommended as your big night out. The Amaryllis was…a strange name at the least but seemed fitting when you stepped inside. Bar had to be a total understatement. Red drenched the entire place with its lighting. There were two bars on either side, with a large space in the middle full of people. Your immediate thought was to go straight to the bar. You settled your bag down, taking a seat under you and settling there. The bartender asked what you wanted and you asked for a martini, simply the first thing that came to mind when you thought of bar drinks. As you waited, the music caused your head to bounce slowly. An RnB beat that clearly got those mingling in the mood to dance. In the middle, there were some grinding against one another, others whispering close to each other’s faces. Your eyes linger from one person to the next and eventually, they linger on him.

‘Yes I’m up.’ You clarify.

‘Good.’

‘And why’s that?’

‘I’m a bit bored.’

‘Hm, if that’s the case, I rather not be entertainment.’

You scoff at his answer of boredom. A couple of minutes pass when he finally replies honestly. ‘Fine. I can’t sleep either.’

‘Was that so hard?’

‘Like pulling teeth.’

His red eyes locked you in the moment you caught them. He had a whiskey locked in his hand, lazily drapping his arms on the bar from behind. You looked away, finding other things to look at, but your gaze seemed to trail back to him. His never left.

‘How was work?’

‘Long and tiring.’

‘So, usual?’

‘You know me so well.’

‘I have my moments.’

You bite your bottom lip as you type out your own question. ‘What has you up?’

It was right then when your eyes returned to him in that club did you both remain staring at one another. People could walk through your line of sight and yet he never wavered when they walked in his. You could feel your stomach twist, but it felt good in a way, exciting even. Knowing that there was someone there who couldn’t take their eyes off you. And when you think back to that night, you were sure he figured that out too.

‘Nothing you should know about, Sparrow.’ This message took him the longest to send, making you even more curious. Not without an eye roll, however.

‘You sure?’

‘Promise. Don’t need to worry your pretty little head.’

It’s not like you could help it. He was willing but withdrawn. Taunting but behind a wall of a fortress. He’s honest, only when he wants to be. How could that not intrigue you?

When you were in the club, you turned away to sign off on your tab. As soon as you were half way through your signature, he’s right there, asking if you were really about to leave. You weren’t really, if it wasn’t evident enough to the bartender on how you were taking your sweet time. And when you told him that, he couldn’t help but smirk, signaling to the bartender that his tab was opened where you were now. You exchanged names. Yours rolls off his tongue after you say it, as if to make sure his mind never forgets it. He gives you his: Ais.

‘You know I’d listen.’

That big night out alone, didn’t end that way.

‘I know.’

Another text. ‘But I don’t want that right now.’

‘Then what do you want?’

‘You.’ Another follows a little too quickly. ‘You talking is enough for me.’

‘Is it?’

A beat goes by, your phone pressed to the metal under you as you awaited his next text. ‘You ask too many questions.’

You’re trying to hide a shit-eating grin with you bite your bottom lip a second time. ‘I think I ask all the right questions, actually.’

‘No you don’t.’

‘Clearly I do, since it’s taking you so long to text back.’

You feel that twist in your stomach again, boldness seemingly becoming the theme of the night with you. ‘What do you want then?’

‘You know I’m not good at talking over the phone.’

‘You do just fine with me.’

‘You’re different. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to look at you when we talk.’

‘That’s what FaceTime is for.’

‘You know what I mean.’

You lean your head back against the wall, exhaling as you look up to the sky. You shouldn’t be doing this. ‘Come on then.’

It should be appalling how fast the word ‘Delivered’ disappears and turns into ‘Read at 1:48 AM’. But to you it was nothing new. If you told him to come, he’d be there. If he was in need of you, you’d find your way over. One night turned into these casual flings between you both. Not what you were expecting to find in the city— nor what you really need right now— but god, did he prove himself for no complaining.

You recognize the rumble of the engine in an instant. It echoed across the neighborhood, but you know he wouldn’t give a damn about that. Anytime you heard it you thought it could rival rumbling the earth. You quickly go to stand, peering over the fire escape in time to see him slow down in front of your complex. He twists throttle twice with his foot hard on the brake levers to come to a stop. The motorcycle’s roars fade to silence. Its matte black texture gave a muted shine under the streetlights, while any grey part looked worn of use yet always ready to go. His helmet turns in your direction to watch you. He tilts his head at you and you tilt yours back, ending the interaction with a grin and a rush back into your apartment.

“I still think you should’ve got the paint job in red.” You say as you’re already out of the front doors. A chill runs down your spine from the night air. One of his gloved hands flips his visor off his eyes. Red irises were already attached to you. He crossed his arms, making the leather of his jacket tighten with a slight crunch. “And I still think it would have been too flashy.”

“You could pull off flashy.” Your fingers run over the top of the vehicle, still warm from use. He watched your fingers, then looks back to you with a scoff. “You don’t mean that.”

You shrug, eyes catching his and smiling at him. You look back down to his motorcycle, fingertips tracing over the top of the fuel tank. Ais still watches you even then, pressing his lips together at how your digits scale his ride. You turn your head to him, catching his attention again. “Little late for a house call.”

“It’s never stopped us before.”

Your fingers stop abruptly, causing him to get hesitant. You then put your chin in your hand while resting your elbow atop the tank. “No, I guess not.”

His head tilts at you, a scarred brow raises. “What? You don’t like our visits anymore?”

You roll your eyes. “I never said that.”

You could tell by the crinkle of his eyes that there was a grin under his helmet. You bite the inside of your cheek, rolling your eyes at him again to avoid smiling at him. You stand up fully, and a warm hand pressed into the small of your back. The other hand keeps himself balanced. You could feel his thumb slowly rub the fabric of your top.

“You ready to go then?”

You give him a look, doesn’t mean he’d pull away. “I have work in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“So I can’t stay long.”

“Mhm.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“I am.”

“Ais.”

The mention of his name turns his eyes up from your lips. The look in them goes lax. “I’ll bring you back early enough to change for work. I can take you.”

A scoff abruptly comes out of you. “No way, last time you did that I had to deal with being the gossip of the week from my co-workers.”

“So?”

“So?”

Ais shrugs, leaving you wondering how he could act so nonchalant. “It’s none of their business, so who cares.”

His thumb continues to stoke your lower back, making the temptation all the more palpable. You were mere inches from being pressed against his side and if he had his way, you would have been there already. You continue to look at him, contemplating your choices. Another moment under your gaze and his shoulders relax with a slight sigh. “I’ll drop you off around the corner if that helps.”

You soften just a tad. Damn him trying to be a gentleman.

He leans close, lowering his head to make sure both of your eyesight is leveled. “But you are coming with me.”

There’s a twinkle of amusement in your eyes that he catches quickly. “What makes you say that?”

“What?” He huffs. “You can only act bold over the phone, Sparrow? One, you’ll want to put your money where mouth is. And two-”

That leathered hand quickly finds itself cupping your rear, causing a metal jingle to be heard. You jump at his slight squeeze, butterflies fluttering in the deep pit of your stomach. There’s a mischievous slight in his voice. “You have your keys in your back pocket.”

Now you were planted at his side with him with his hand placement. You look up at him, body giving into his own heat. Your stomach was twisting again but it hits you then on what it really was. A feeling of now or never that seemed to always accompany his presence. A rush of adrenaline that just needed fuel to go little further. That’s exactly what he was. The gasoline to a fire you seem like you had to enjoy before it completely burned out.

And this time, your smile is stronger than your resistance to it.

[deathwhoregutfucker]

shit. might just have to breakdown and do a lifelover + hypothermia + psychonaut 4 + DSBM catboy/dogboy au. read all about it under the cut, i’ll shield all of the normal people from my gay craziness.

i apologize in advanced. i know how nuts i am! don't need to remind me!

i'm also probably gonna do a thrash metal one too and for SURE i'll be doing a black metal one.

[also kind of a gore warning because of niklas]

Kim Carlsson - 🐱

like, is he not the 🐱emoji?!? IS HE NOT?! he’s just a cute little guy. @gloryofnegativity and i were talking about how much of a catboy he is, he’s just soooo fucking catboy coded, it’s not even funny anymore.

like don’t you wanna just let him curl up on your chest and fall asleep? would he not go outside in the woods for the entire day and you’d be scared and wouldn’t know where he is and he’d just come back to you every single time?!?

like look at the guy!! don't you just wanna pet himmmmm!!!!?!?!/?1//1/1/1/1/!?/1

Trist - 🐕

dogboy 100%. he just looks so needy in the second picture--i just can't. like he's begging you for a treat. he just needs it. he would be such a good puppy like you don't even get it. so obedient. he would hang out with graf a lot too since they would both be pretty chill.

he would be besties with kitty cat kim too. just look at them!!

we love puppyboy trist.

David Graf - 🐈‍⬛

total black cat vibes, but one of those freaky lil guys. he would be extremely anti social, he would have a majorrrrrrr biting and scratching problem, but he would also be kim’s best friend. i feel like kim would be a lot more high energy than graf, and kim would drain his social battery in no time (especially when he would have his catnip)

graf wouldn't really be cuddly either but i feel like he’d be veryyyy sleepy. like all the time. maybe he would cuddle with kim if he was super super super tired, but only sometimes.

i feel like the only dog that he would like would be trist since trist would be very easy going.

S.D. Ramirez - 🐕

dogboy allll the mother fuckin way. dude, just look at the guy! he would be extremely high energy, like he’d run around and knock shit over. he'd be best friends with graf obviously, no question about it.

Niklas - 🐕 DOGBOY ALL DAY

there's absolutely no question about it. he’d be a whole lot more destructive than ramirez. he’s the type that you’d have to put down for biting one (or three) too many people, especially when it would come to defending david and kim and everyone.

he would always be messing around with christian and getting on his nerves. trying to bite him and scratch him. trying to play with him whenever he was tired. he would certainly make christian take a bunchhhhhhh of catnip and get him all fucked up.

oh, and he also had a piercing on one of his ears. just letting you know.

Christian Larsson - 🐱

he’s just a cute little kitty just like kim. they’d also be best friends. catboy chris would be chill, but he’d have some energy to him too. he would be friends with niklas, but like i said before, niklas would do just about everything to get on his nerves.

just had to throw that in here. you know i had to. not sorry about it.

[duchess-kyuupid]

hi there

can you write idia’s reaction to his fem or gn s/o singing “good riddance” from Hades (the video game) pls? this song and idia both live rent free in my head rn lmao

have a nice day 😸

OMG You literally made my day with this ask, darling <333 I love Hades, and the first time I heard Eurydice singing it I was nearly brought to tears ToT Of course, I'll be more than happy to fulfill your request, and I hope that you enjoy!! For anyone who hasn't played Hades or just wants to listen to the song anon is referring to, here it is! (The audio comes out too loud for me, so I'd recommend lowering your volume a touch just in case! When I was testing it, the sound was just blaring into my ears and I don't know how to make it quieter;;)

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~Idia Hears Fem! Reader Singing~

[Tw: Soft angst to comfort] *Don't need to know/play Hades to read*

To say that today has been a bad day for Idia Shroud would be an understatement. It's been one thing after another, each terrible thing piling up on his shoulders heavier than the last. They say that when it rains, it pours- and Idia feels that this statement could not be closer to the truth. He feels exhausted just thinking about how long this day has been, and it's barely even 3 pm! But he's had enough social interaction in all of today to make up for a lifetime of self-isolation. He's tired, his battery has run out- there's no chance that anyone's going to be seeing him leaving his room at least for the next week, and even when he does leave it'll be with his floating tablet.

At last he makes it back to his room, but he's far too tired to do anything but to crawl into his bed and lie there, doing nothing but hope to start feeling better. He doesn't want to see anyone, doesn't want to hear anyone, he just wants some peace and quiet, away from everything that's making him anxious. But apparently he can't even have that, as a sudden knock on his door pulls him away from his sulking. "Big brother, big brother! I have something to show you!" Ortho says excitedly, "I know you'll just love it! Can I come in?"

'I can't have Ortho seeing me like this,' Idia thinks, 'I'm just a useless Housewarden who can't do anything... Ortho doesn't need to see his brother being so cowardly, so utterly worthless that it'd be better if I'd just go back home to the underworld and never see this place again...'

"If you don't wanna open the door, I'll just play it for you from out here!" Ortho exclaims, and suddenly Idia is pulled from his gloomy thoughts when he hears a golden tune ring out from behind the door.

'Farewell, to all the earthly remains,' wait, Idia knows that voice... 'No burdens, No further debts to be paid,' that's the voice of the one person who could make his day even slightly better.

'Atlas, Can rest his weary bones, The weight of the world, All falls away, In time,' That's right, it's you. You're singing. To him.

'Goodbye, To all the plans that we made,' Wait, are you actually outside of the door with Ortho? You're actually here? To see him?

'No contracts, I’m free to do as I may,' Idia heard your voice continue to sing, to ring out beautifully as if your voice was weaving gold through a spindle.

And he couldn't take it any longer. He wanted to hear your singing, not through the door of his room, but right next to him, and he wanted to hold you and have all of his worries from today melt away with you in his arms. He rushes out of his bed and opens the door, his eyes glimmering with hope of seeing you behind it, only for the small smile that was invisibly growing on his face to extinguish when he realizes that Ortho was the only one there.

Ah, and now he feels even worse. His disappointment was so apparent, he didn't even try to hide it when his eyes met Ortho's big, bright, and innocent ones. He felt bad that he was so disappointed that it was his baby brother, because don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores Ortho, it's just-

It's just that today's been really long. He already felt shitty enough. But he should have known that you weren't going to actually be there, after all you were travelling outside of the college for once to see the world of Twisted Wonderland. You had told him before you left that you were going to be gone for a while, which makes him even more miserable, knowing that he won't be able to be with you when he's already so stressed out.

But is it really so bad that he had even a glimmer of hope? The hope that maybe, just maybe, you had decided to come back early and surprise him with a visit?

"There you are, big brother!" Ortho says, unaffected by Idia's visible disappointment in seeing him, "I know that you've been missing miss (Name) a lot recently, so I've got this recording of her singing for you!"

"U-uhm, thank you, Ortho...Where did you even get this recording from?" Idia asks timidly.

"I came across her one day when she was singing on her own in the woods! So I used the recording feature you installed in my programming so that I could show it to you," Ortho states, and even though his mouth was covered, you could basically hear his radiating smile. Idia smiles softly and his eyes soften as he replies,

"Thanks Ortho, would you mind sending me the file? I wanna listen to it through my headphones for a while."

"Of course, big brother! I've already sent it to your phone." Ortho 'smiles' brightly as Idia thanks him and closes the door. And without a second thought, Idia pulls up his phone, finds the recording file and starts to play it through his headphones, drowning out the rests of the world in preference to the sound of your voice.

'No hunger, No sleep except to dream, Mild and warm, Safe from all harm, Calm....' As you sing these lyrics in particular, Idia feels pounds of his anxiety and stress wash off of him in waves. As if your voice itself was a spell, Idia was in a trance. And he feels mild, and warm...He feels safe from all harm...and calm.

'Good riddance, To all the thieves, To all the fools that stifled me, They’ve come and gone, And passed me by, Good riddance, To all...' 'Farewell To all the earthly remains...' 'No burdens No further debts to be paid,'

'Atlas, Can rest his weary bones, The weight of the world, All falls away, In time...' And by the time your lovely song is over, he's already manually repeating the recording. It looked like there was probably an extra two or three minutes of empty sound at the end of the recording, and Idia wanted- no, needed to hear your voice right now, he didn't want to wait like 3 minutes before the song automatically looped, after all he could have listened to your whole song again in that timeframe!

It came to no surprise to him that he accidentally fell asleep listening to you sing. Again, it's been a really, really, long day, and just,, being able to listen to you like this was just what he needed to begin to relax and calm down.

What did come to him as a surprise though, was when he woke up early the next morning and your song was still playing through his headphones. And he felt good, he never knew that this is how feeling truly rested feels like. So as he's lounging on his bed, staring at his ceiling as your song continues to ring through his head like silk, and he figures that he'd listen to the rest of your song one last time, and then he'd get up and get something to eat, or perhaps he'd go take a shower or something.

So the song ends, and he's left with the empty sound at the end of the recording. He sighs and stretches out languidly, and then he starts to move to take off the headphones before he's surprised to hear a startled gasp, followed by the sound of you talking.

"Ortho! Geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack there! How long have you been there for?" "Sorry miss (Name)! I heard you singing and I wanted to come and listen!" "My singing? Oh, it's not that good, really." "I disagree! I heard your whole song, your voice is so pretty!" "Why thank you."

Idia hears you chuckle breathlessly. 'Your laugh is beautiful' he thinks.

"Actually miss (Name), do you mind if I keep your song as a recording? I'm sure that big brother would be ecstatic to hear you sing!" "I don't mind. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of him when I was singing it anyway, so it would be nice if you did show it to him. I don't know if I'd be able to sing it in front of him perfectly like that without knowing what his reaction would be.. Oh, but are you going to keep this conversation in?" "Don't worry, I'm not going to!" "Actually, do you think you can leave this in? I wanna leave a message for him, if you don't mind." "Okay, sure thing! I'll make sure that he listens to it."

He hears you walk closer to Ortho, and he's holding his breath as if he wouldn't be able to hear your message if he took even a single breath of air. But what you say, though, knocks the wind right out of him, because he realizes that he's been asleep listening to you talking to his beloved younger brother (and he's so, so happy that you care for Ortho as if he was your own brother too), and that he's been asleep listening to you say these last few words saved for the very end of the recording.

"Idia, I love you."

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LITERALLY this was so cute to write TwT I think this might be my favorite so far.... Eurydice is my comfort character ngl and I spent like this whole morning listening to her sing (even singing along myself to get a feel for what kinds of emotions she's trying to convey) and just generally I had so, so much fun with this prompt. Thank you anon for the request, and I hope that you all enjoyed reading!

[crazyk-imagine]

The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It Prequel

Pairing: (Future Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader  

Characters: (Future Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Penny Benjamin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Javy “Coyote” Machado, Cody and Marty (bartenders)

Briefly mentioned: Amelia Benjamin, Maryanne and Edwin (the kiddos), Robert “Bob” Floyd

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of past issues with the other parent, brief thoughts of harm coming to a person, Edwin is a mama’s boy

Word Count: 3,080

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You sigh, your social battery is running low. You feel like you’ve been at the hard deck for hours when it’s only been, maybe two. You don’t want to look at the clock and get annoyed when you see what time it is. 

It’s just one of those days when all you want to do is go home and take a nap with the kids (even though your girl, Maryanne probably wouldn’t stay still long enough to enjoy a nap). You know for a fact your boy, Edwin would want nothing more than to nap with you (oh, how you love your mama’s boy). 

The door slams shut; howls of laughter fill the nearest corner. 

You take a deep breath and put on your best customer service smile and make sure your voice doesn’t waver, not wanting anyone to know how tired you are. As you refill another customer's drink, you glance around the room not letting your smile fall. ‘The pilots are here. Great.’  

Penny stands beside you, also watching the group pilots. “You ready for the next rush?” she asks. 

“As ready as I can be, Penny my dear.” 

“Someone’s tired.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“You only use that nickname when you’re tired. Do you want to take your break now?” 

You turn to her, “and leave you alone? No, I’d rather not have feeling bad checked off on what I feel today.” 

“It won’t be that bad. Plus, we have Marty and Cody working again which is why,” she leans closer to you, whispering, “we haven’t had to do any of the heavy lifting.” 

That gets you to crack a smile. “Okay, okay. After they get their drinks, I’ll head into the back and start doing inventory, yeah?” 

“That’s not a break.” 

“It could be considered a break to some.” 

“I’m not a part of that group.” 

“Obviously.” 

“Ladies.” You two turn to see Penny’s boy toy (you like to tease her from time to time), Pete sitting there with a smile stretching across his lips. 

“Pete.” “Pete.” The two of you say with two obvious tones. 

“Penny,” he nods before glancing over at you. “You doing, okay?” 

You sigh, throwing the rag on the bar top. “Why does everybody keep asking me that? I’m fine. I’m good. I’m here, aren’t I?” 

“Okay, okay. I won’t ask again. How are the-” 

“A round of beers and a soda.” 

“With beer nuts!” 

“And a thing of beer nuts, thanks,” the blond orders without looking up from his phone.

You tilt your head, not appreciating his tone and look over at Penny, nodding your head at him. 

She gestures for you to take care of him as a customer calls her over by name. 

You pat the edge of the bar top, “I’ll get your drink in a second, Pete. I gotta take care of this real quick.” 

“Take your time, I’ve got all night.” 

You smile, grabbing the beers, setting them on the counter in front of the blond. “Date night, is it?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Don’t keep her out too late. You know, Penny will be off in Pete land that she forgets to actually text Amelia and I’m the go to information person when you two are out.” 

“Don’t worry, tonight will be movie night with my two girls.” 

You set the beer nuts beside the drinks and smile at Pete. “Aw, that’s too cute but how are you gonna pick a movie? You know Penny likes those action movies while Amelia prefers something with a little more comedy.” 

“That’s why I’ll be out getting dinner.” 

“Oh,” you chuckle through your nose, “so, you’re gonna let the two hash it out.” 

“I wouldn’t phrase it like that.” 

“That’s exactly what you’re doing.” You turn back to the occupied pilot in front of you. “Excuse me?” 

He hums. 

“I’d prefer it if you actually looked at me when I'm talking to you.” 

He lifts his head and loses his breath (which you don’t know). “Well,” he smirks, preparing to lay his charm on you. 

“No,” you shake your head. “Don’t try that, it won’t work. Is this going on a tab or am I taking your money now?” 

“Straight to the point.” He gulps, a nervous smile takes place, all confidence he had a second ago disappeared. “I- I’ll do a tab.” 

“Name?” 

“Jake.” 

“Hangman, hurry up man!” 

“Or Hangman, I take it?” You glance up at him through your lashes. 

He nods, “it’s a likely possibility.” 

“Better take your drinks and snacks over there before your friends get too rowdy.” 

“Right.” He grabs all the drinks and works and holding the beer nuts (for Bob). “Thanks again.” 

“Yep.” You serve a small group of people before pouring Pete his drink. “You got something you want to say Pete?” 

-

Jake glances over at the bar, not looking for anyone in particular (lie) and his gaze happens to fall on you. 

He watches as you and Pete talk, wondering how you know his former teacher. 

-

“Me? No,” he shakes his head, “no.” 

“Sure, you don’t.” 

“I- are you sure you’re, okay?” 

“Honestly?” 

“I’d prefer it and I think it would be good for you.” 

“It’s that time.” 

“Time for?” 

“The time he decided he didn’t want to be a part of our life anymore, when he walked out on us.” 

“Oh, why didn’t you say anything?” 

-

Jake may not know you, but he does want to, so he can make sure you don’t look this upset again (if only he knew what the future entailed). 

-

“I’m not going to make my pity party anybody’s business.” 

“It’s not a pity party, you know you have a right to be upset.” 

“I do but I also feel like I should have moved on from this. It’s been- what, six- almost seven years now?” 

“Grief and heartache don’t heal fast enough for everyone.” 

You close your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think-” 

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I mean I still miss them, and our situations may be different but what we feel is the same. You just gotta take your time. No one will judge you for that.” 

You chuckle, wiping the corner of your eyes. “When did you get so wise?” 

“I didn’t. I just remember a lot of words.” 

“And Penny wonders why I worry about the two of you?” 

“Now that was uncalled for.” 

“But I’m not wrong.” You breathe out a deep sigh, “thank you, Pete.” 

He nods, lifting his drink to take a sip. 

You close your eyes, taking a few seconds to gather yourself enough to pass by the customers. You pat Cody’s arm, telling him to take over while you do inventory. 

-

“You can do this,” you whisper to yourself. “You can do this.” 

You grab the clipboard off the desk and start your new task. 

-

“Bars closing in an hour,” Marty informs you as he grabs a box of liquor. “Okay- wait- wait- how much of that do we have left?” 

“I think this is the last of it.” 

“Thank you!” 

“No problem.” 

You set the clipboard back onto Penny’s desk and exit the back room. 

-

“Hey, Peggy Sue.” 

Penny shakes her head, “you’re never going to give up with that nickname, are you?” She sets the clean glass back in its proper place. 

You shake your head, “never.” 

“Alright then.” 

“If you want to leave early, you can. I’ve got this.” 

“Are you sure?” She glances over at the clock. 

“It’s only gonna be roughly fourth five minutes before you need to leave. I can ever lock up.” 

“Are you sure? You’ll be completely alone.” 

You nod, “I got this.” 

“Thank you, my dear.” She comes around the bar, hugging you tightly. “Thank you.” 

You chuckle, awkwardly patting her arm, “go, go. You’ll have fun and that’s all that matters.” 

“You swear you don’t have to go home early? Mary and Eddie are doing alright?” 

“They’re fine. Maryanne is at a friend’s house for a sleepover, all set to be picked up in the morning and Edwin is at home with the babysitter.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“I’m going. I’m going.” 

-

You double check the doors, make sure the tables and bar are wiped down, the information for the next order is ready. 

“All set,” you whisper. “Time to lock up and hit the road.” You grab your purse and pull out your keys while you hum “hit the road jack”. 

There’s the click and you set the work keys back in your purse. 

The gravel crunching beneath the stranger’s shoes puts you on high alert. You place your keys between your fingers. “Whoever it is, you should know to turn around and go back where you came from before you get an ass kicking.” 

“Uh- shit- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you or anything.” 

You turn around to find the cocky pilot. 

“I just- I felt I should apologize for the way I acted earlier. I shouldn’t have done that. Lord knows I was taught better than that.” 

“And you thought waiting until it was late at night, waiting for who knows how long to apologize.” 

“Who’s to say I didn’t want to wait until her next shift to talk to a pretty lady?” 

Your brows rise slightly, “oh?” 

“Could I- would it be alright if I asked for your number?” 

“You sure move fast, don’t you?” 

He straightens his posture. “I didn’t hear a no.” 

“I guess you didn’t but, how do I know you won’t send me graphic and inappropriate pictures?” 

“I won’t send you anything you wouldn’t enjoy.” 

You gasp, throwing your head break as you chuckle. 

He finds himself smiling, feeling better now than he did before. 

“If I give you my number, do you promise not to stalk me?” 

“I was gonna ask the same thing.” 

“Okay, jokester. Give me your phone.” You hold your hand out for him to set his phone in your hand. 

“Woah, hey now.” 

“What?”

“We’ve just met. How do I know you won’t run off with my phone the second you get it?” 

“Do I look like the kind of person to do that?” 

He shrugs, “no, but you never know.” 

“Okay,” you pull your phone out of your pocket, “we trade on the count of three. We say one, two, three then we trade. Got it?” 

“Got it.” 

“One. Two. Three.” 

You return the others phone almost as fast as you got them. 

“Jake?” 

“Yep.” 

The corners of your mouth twitch slightly, tugging upwards hard enough for someone to tell if you’re smiling unless they were looking at you (which he was). “Cute but I don’t think it fits with your whole “cocky, I could careless” attitude.” 

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “you caught that.” 

“Mm-hmm, kind of hard not to.” 

“Right,” he mutters, averting his gaze from yours. 

You’ve seen him around the bar, honestly all the pilots but more so him but he usually has some random woman around his arm, and it’s never been the same one. 

“Are you okay?” You ask with a concerned tone. 

“What?” Your question catches him off guard. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I,” he pauses, trying to come up with an answer maybe the same answer he’s been giving everyone, but he doesn’t want to lie to you. “Why do you ask?” 

“You seemed distracted today and there was no young thing hanging off your arm, giggling at everything you say.” 

One corner of his lips tugs upwards. “Didn’t realize you noticed about me.” 

You tilt your head, staring at him with a raised brow (giving him the “mom” look like Maryanne says), “that’s not an answer.” 

“Is pass an option?” 

You sigh, “if you don’t want to answer the question that’s fine but I need to-” 

“No, no. I’m sorry. I- I did have a “date”,” he says with a grimaced expression. “But they had to cancel which felt like a huge relief and I’ve never felt that way. Ever. I just- I also haven’t felt like this...” 

“Let me guess, ever?” 

He nods, chuckling, “yep.” 

“Can I ask you something without you getting upset?” 

“Fire away.” The nickname sweetheart sits on the tip of his tongue. 

“How do you do it?” 

“Do what?” 

“Go out with a bunch of different women whenever you’re back here. I mean- I thought- wouldn't you want to be with one person who could support you and be there for you whenever. You know you would have someone who knows who well enough to help you after you come home from a- a mission whether it was a good one or a bad one. You wouldn’t have to ask because you’d already have that support. I- uh- I just realized I'm rambling about something that is not my business. I’m sorry.” 

Jake shakes his head, “no, no. It’s okay. Honestly, it’s kind of refreshing. No one’s asked me before. I- sometimes I do think about that, but I don’t think it’s going to happen for me.” 

You furrow your brows, “why?” 

“Have you met me? All people see is the asshole Hangman who leaves his teammates behind. Why would that guy find someone to be by his side?” 

“Has anyone else seen the other parts of you or are you so programmed to be an asshole that you can’t?” 

He says nothing. 

Your phone buzzes, you turn it on to find that Maryanne asking if you’re home yet because Edwin stole the babysitter’s phone to call her asking the same question. He’s not going to sleep until your home. 

“I’m gonna take it that your silence means you’re so programmed to be an asshole which sucks but if you try to be less of that “Hangman asshole” maybe you’d find something unexpected. I also have to go. Keep this conversation in mind, alright? Later, Jake.” 

He nods, watching as you run to your car, hair swaying side to side. 

After your car exits the parking lot, he realizes he’s alone... again and heads to his own car, making his way home. 

-

Therapist Bartender 

Ik you didn’t ask but I made it home 2:46am Sent Read 

You throw your head back against the pillows, finding yourself cringing at your text until the dimming light becomes bright again. 

Jake (From the Bar) 

I was going to ask but looks like you beat me to it 2:46am Sent Read 

You don’t realize it but you’re smiling as you text him, the same goes for Jake. 

Therapist Bartender 

Guess I’m in your head… oh and there are the provocative pictures 2:48am Sent Read 

Jake (From the Bar) 

You think you’re funny, don’t you? 2:49am Sent Read 

Therapist Bartender 

*Shrug woman emoji* I try 2:49am Sent Read  

Therapist Bartender 

Am I making your night better with my terrible humor? 2:50am Sent Read  

Jake (From the Bar) 

You have no idea 2:51am Sent Read 

You cover your mouth when you yawn, you’re so tired but you don’t want to stop talking to him. You can’t fight it anymore. 

Therapist Bartender 

I’m gonna have to put this on pause or else you’ll be talking to a sleeping person lol 2:55am Sent Read  

Jake (From the Bar) 

If we must 2:55am Sent Read 

Jake (From the Bar) 

Goodnight sweetheart 2:57am Sent Read 

-

The next night Jake and the others come into the hard deck for some fun, none of them have a mission coming up soon so they figured why not actually enjoy the night and drink until they can’t anymore at their favorite bar. 

-

“How was the sleepover?” asks Penny. 

“Maryanne had a blast,” you answer with a smile. 

No one quite knows what’s happened to you, but no one is certainly going to question it. 

“That’s good to hear. I know you were a little out of it and were worried how she was going to be. Believe it or not, I was the same way with Amelia.” 

“I’m gonna with or not.” 

“Oh, don’t be like that.” 

You laugh as you move towards the end of the bar, serving a customer. 

-

Jake offers to get the first round of drinks. 

-

He starts walking towards the bar, spotting you almost immediately. 

You offer a wave with a small smile. 

He waves back and almost bumps into someone right after. 

You cover your mouth, not wanting him to see. 

He shakes his head; you know he sees you “trying” not to laugh at him but neither of you care. “Hey,” you greet, leaning on the bar top. 

“Hey back to you.” 

“You gonna order something?” 

“Is staring at the therapist bartender not on the menu tonight?” 

You scoff, “flirting will get you nowhere.” 

-

Natasha smacks Javy’s arm. 

“What?” He asks, rubbing his arm. 

“When did he get close with the bartender?” 

“I- oh. Oh,” Javy starts chuckling. 

“What?” 

“I don’t know they got close, but it looks like he’s got a crush.” 

“Are you serious?” She asks with a smirk stretching across her lips. 

“Big time.” 

“How much you wanna bet?” 

“Not now,” he shakes his head. 

She tilts her head and furrows her brows, “why not now?” 

“He won’t make a move for a long time.” 

She shakes her head, lining up her shot. “I may not be betting on Bagman, but I just made fifty off your dumbass.” 

“That’s cheating!” 

“It’s not cheating if I play by the rules.” 

Javy narrows his eyes at her. “Double or nothing.” 

“You’re on.” 

-

“I think flirting is giving me all that I want.” 

“And what’s that, Jake from the bar?” 

“A few more seconds to talk to you.” 

You click your tongue, “you’re good I’ll give you that. A round of beers plus a soda and beer nuts, right?” 

“You remembered. Does this mean I’m your favorite?” 

You shake your head, “no.” 

He grabs the order, “you’re breakin’ my heart, sweetheart.” 

“Have fun, Jake.” 

He walks away with a satisfied smile on his face. 

Penny stands beside you with her hands on her hips, “what was that?” 

“That was nothing.” 

“That was not nothing.” 

“I work to do. Bye Penny!” You move to the end of the bar as quick as you can, catching Jake’s eye. 

He raises his beer to you; you nod and resume with your previous activities. 

-

“When’s the wedding?” Bradley asks. 

“I’m not listening to you, Chicken.” 

The pilots chuckle, knowing full well that Jake “Hangman” Seresin is completely smitten with you.

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