#IF I MAKE IT THROUGH TONIGHT EVERYBODYS GONNA HEAR ME OUT

[snaoisean]

im like a sleeper agent for newt and hermann pacificrim all you need to do to activate me is play touch tone telephone

[biblicallyaccuratepigeons]

*simply counting characters, when suddenly!*

*lemon demon touch tone telephone challenges you!*

*used focus! it's not very effective...*

*lemon demon touch tone telephone used am am radio! it's supereffective!*

[sevenciircles]

starter call for my OC, piper! a makeup artist for one of vox's studios, she's an entry level employee of several. they don't let it get them down. info here! mutuals only please and multis pls specify.

[royalphantompain]

Don't hang up yet

I'm not done

I'm an expert

I'm the one

The one who is right all along

Better to be laughed at than wrong

[99redragons]

I've been working on a unified theory / If I make through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

[realnielsbohr]

just saw someone say touch tone telephone was overrated. ive never felt so violent

[uncannyvalley-trolls]

katope MUST be put in a situation. it is vital enrichment for her

[1000gators]

if i make it through tonight

everybody's gonna hear me out

[m1ngkis]

Work Ethic w/Hongjoong (18+)

TW: Descriptions of intercourse, cursing, bratty!reader, Dom!hongjoong

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I can’t stop thinking about getting on Hongjoong’s last living nerve while he’s working. Full on brat mode.

He tries to record a vocal guide for a song he’s working on and he asks you politely to be quiet but you just can’t stop whining in the background.

“Joongie~ I’m hungry!”

“Joongie~ I’m tired! Let’s go home!”

“Are you done yet?!” You complain endlessly and his patience is thinning out.

“Honey, I’m almost done if you could just relax for a few minutes I could finish this and we can go home.”

He hears you groan and shift on the couch as he tries to record again, his headphones over his ears and microphone to his lips.

It’s pure silence but as soon as he starts, he hears your phone, your TikTok for you page is on full blast as you swipe through, giggling at the videos.

The head phones are snatched off his ears as he whips around to face you. The glowing screen illuminates your smile.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?”

“You can’t give me two seconds? I need to do this tonight so the members can know it by tomorrow! And you can’t-“ Hongjoong cuts himself off, standing from his chair and stalking towards you.

All you can think is ‘finally’ as he grabs your wrist and snatches the device, tossing it to the side. “Hongjoong!” You exclaim, your excitement barely bleeding through your voice as he pulls you up off the couch and guides you to the sound board.

“You want to be heard so bad? Fine. I’ll make sure everybody hears you.” He presses a few buttons and then with out warning he’s grabbing your arm and dragging you to the booth.

“What are we doing in here?”

Hongjoong doesn’t reply but pulls a stool from the corner of the room and plants it right in front of the standing mic. The light clicks on in your brain just as he pulls the hem of his sweats down and takes out his cock, stroking as he takes a seat in the stool.

“Joongie.” You whisper as if the microphone hadn’t been recording since the moment you stepped in.

“Shut up and sit on it.”

A thousand questions rack your brain but they don’t stop you from shedding your bottoms with a blush.

Hongjoong turns you to face away from him as he guides his cock through your folds.

“What if someone hears? What if someone walks in?”

“Then they’re gonna get quite the show aren’t they?” He hisses as he eases into you, holding the back of your neck to keep you steady as you squirm and whimper.

“Go on.” He starts to thrust shallowly. “Let em hear you.”

Your jaw drops open as his other hand circles your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through your veins. “Fuck!” You shout and gasp as you realize what you knew to be true.

He’s recording you and he’s gonna use it. You clamp your hand over your mouth, muffling the pornographic sounds slipping from your throat.

“Oh you little brat.” He grits out. “Still not fucking listening huh?” His grip on your neck is bruising as he presses your clit harder, making your legs tremble.

He thrusts his hips a bit harder, all but dragging the sounds back out of you and making sure they are caught. Your hand slips away and grabs onto the mic stand to steady yourself.

“That’s it. Come on. Nice and loud, sweetheart.”

Your moans are literal music, every pitch and crack in your voice makes his smile brighter as he fucks you, his cock hitting every little spot inside you.

“Fuuck me!” You cry out just as you cum, the sensation making your toes curl. “Hongjoong! God that feels amazing!”

“Yeah? Feels good baby?” You can hear the smirk in his voice

“Yesss!”

“Oh yeah! That’s definitely going on the album somewhere.”

[admirationandromantics]

Panties? Nah

Okay, so this was a fun request, once again. Don't know if this is exactly what you wanted, but I tried. And you're already dating in this one too. Again, everything on my blog is 18+, but enjoy <3

Word count: 800 (Unedited)

The room was filled with laughter, everybody happy as I made my way to the kitchen, prepping some more drinks. Josh came right after shouting back to the living room that he would fetch a glass for Chris. I look in the cabinet, noticing that there are none left. He makes his way behind me, about to reach into the shelf himself. 

“None left” I say, turning around. He’s completely leaned into me, chest and lower body pressed against mine as he looks slightly down. I can still hear the laughing and talking from the other room, but the voices are drowned out by our collected breathing. 

“What?” he says, hand coming down beside me, trapping me beneath him. 

“All out” I smile, taking his hand up in the air and walking under it. I lean in to his side and give him a slight kiss on the cheek, being quick to walk over to the other side of the kitchen. 

“Well, since we’re already here…” he whispers, following me to the other side like a baby duck. He presses himself up against me once again, hand traveling down to my waist. I grab the back of his neck, pulling him towards me and kissing him. He answers, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. I give a sweet sigh before pulling back, we need to get back to the others after all. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Don’t stop” he whines, kissing my ear and moving down to my neck. 

“I’m drunk, I can do anything I want, even give my boyfriend a little kiss”

“Oh really?” he smirks, looking me up and down. He grabs both sides of my shirt, shoving me against the counter. “You don’t think that’ll have consequences?” 

“I know something that might have more” I tease, and he gives me an intriguing look. I take hold of his fingers, sliding them upwards my thigh and under my skirt. At first, he doesn’t know what I’m trying to prove, but as his hand drives higher and higher, his eyes widen in realisation. 

“Oh my” he gasps, mouth open and hungry. 

“I’m not wearing any underwear” I state, throwing his hand off me and walking to the dishwasher. 

“Woah, woah, woah!” he exclaims in disbelief, hands in the air. “You can’t do something like that and expect me to just not do anything about it” 

“We have guests, I guess you’ll have to wait” I tease, opening the washer and leaning over. Bending over. A little too low. 

“Shit, shit, shit” he mumbles, running up behind me in case someone’ll walk in and get a view. I pull out a couple of clean glasses, putting each and every one on the counter very slowly. He gets fed up, and pulls me up, taking out some more in a fast manner. He’s stressed, he’s excited, and he’s so hard I can see it through his pants. 

“Okay, so proposal” he states, and I look at him, smirking. This man was gonna get it tonight. 

“How about we take a quick little trip to the bedroom, or even the bathroom cause that’s closer, and you know…” he waves his hands in a motion to show us having sex, but I don’t get what type of position he’s trying to mimic. I walk towards him, cornering him and taking hold of his collar. 

“We could, but we won’t” I tease, lightly licking his ear. He gives out a sigh, clearly broken inside, many emotions battling inside his head. 

“But-”

“No. And you’re not gonna go anywhere alone either, okay? Be a good boy and a good host” I smile, feeling him tense underneath my touch. The sounds of the others are long gone in the background, and I can almost hear his heartbeat from how fast it’s going. I pull away, opening some boxes and flasks and pouring the contents in the glasses. 

“I hate when you talk to me like that” he whispers, getting behind me again, hands riling up under my skirt. 

“Your body says otherwise” I laugh, looking behind and down on his bulge. 

“What am I gonna do if I can’t take care of this?”

I collect the glasses, starting to make my way to the others. 

“Well, you’re a smart guy. Figure it out” 

Just when I’m about to walk out the door, I turn back. 

“Oh shit, I hope I don’t bend over too low when putting these down by Mike” I tease, and his eyes widen yet again. He comes sprinting, taking each and every one of them

“I’ll take them, I’ll put them down, just please…” 

“Please what?”

“Please for goodness sake sit on my lap or something” 

“I told you that you were a smart guy” I smile, leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek. 

“Just wait for tonight, I’ll get you back for all of this” he whispers, both of us making our way out to the others.

[littlelordfuckler0y]

Felix catton x reader Instagram au

yourusername if I can’t Oppenheimer my way out of this sem, I’ll Oppenheimer my way out

yourfriend NO LMFAO not the green apple 😭

yourusername was held hostage at the lab today

yourfriend you mean had to prepare a lab report right there?

yourusername had to perform the experiment three times.

yourfriend I support the green apple

fel1xcatt0n Pub tonight. See you?

yourusername I’ll try to make it but I think lab’s gonna run late…you guys carry on tho :)

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Sun casted a bright yellow hue from the grass to the glass, making the general weather warmer than usual. Walking alongside her friend y/n was somewhat surprised to see the notification of felix’s comment pop up, voluntarily inviting her to the pub, again. Quite the modern day tragedy it felt like to have to decline it because their labs ran very late. But regardless it was surprising to say at the very least, “We just had drinks with his friends once and he’s inviting us again?” She said as she showed her friend the notification.

“Woah.” Her friend said as they looked at the notification and smiled “well, inviting you but this is-this is cool?”

“You and I are a package deal so inviting me is inviting you.” Y/n said as their friend stared at the comment and the reply, they were analysing the interaction.

“Oh okay yes” they nodded “Also when did he start following you?”

“Okay so we had drinks two days ago right? I think, that night, but it was after I returned to my dorm and I don’t remember exchanging socials.” Y/n said as she went through their interaction from drinks that night.

Her friend tilted their head raising brows, “oh so he looked you up. Plus your account’s open and he still commented? Wow.” They implied in a surprised yet elated tone.

“Wait-what? What do you mean by open account? Almost everyone has open accounts?” Y/n stated confused with a shrug.

“Yeah and anyone can see his comment on YOUR page. So he wasn’t embarrassed to comment now that’s the outlook.”

“Why would he be embarrassed to comment?” Y/n said as she looked at her friend in somewhat the offended tone.

“Are you serious? You have 79 followers.” Her friend said giving her a tight smile to comfort her through their brutal honestly.

“Exactly. Even the serving lady follows me. I get along with everybody.” She stood her ground with an obvious shrug.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you want to repeat that first sentence?” Her friend asked her with a sigh as y/n contemplated that. She needed the serving lady’s follow to reach upto 79 followers as social as it may seem. “Also, don’t forget how we got drinks with him and his friends in the first place.”

“Oh” she said nodding, “We were getting alcohol for lab work on a weekend, wow, yeah I see it now…”

“But. Come on. He commented.” Her friend said pointing her phone screen which still had her comment section open like a textbook.

“Him and his friends most definitely thinks we’re the coolest.” Y/n added regaining her optimism.

“Well…” her friend trailed off not wanting to dampen the enthusiasm “I like how you positive you are.”

“I wish we didn’t have lab today” She whined and rested her head on the lab table.

yourusername ideal study session

fel1xcatt0n can’t believe you never tried the Chinese place around the corner…

yourusername Sorry to break it to you but it is not crime

fel1xcatt0n literally is.

yourfriend ^^it is a crime

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“So you ditched us to get Chinese last night?” Farleigh asked raising a sharp brow as he’d scroll through his phone and stumbled upon a certain post.

“How’d you know?” Felix asked as he turned in his chair to look at farleigh.

“Y/n has the dumbest social media presence” Farleigh stated as she scrolled through her previous posts “I mean all her posts are some ugly project model and if not that it’s some random cats?”

“Oh yeah it was a last minute plan-to get Chinese whatever…” felix trailed off with a sigh.

“What is this girl doing? She is too pretty to post stupid jokes and labs god” Farleigh complaint as he went through y/n’s posts. “2 likes on each post yeah, you’ve got to give it to her dedication to document everything.” He scoffed.

“Can you stop stalking her?” Felix urged rolling his eyes.

“Oh I’m stalking her?” Farleigh asked tilting her head. “I know you just out of curiosity asked around for the D wing lab timings and you just happened to be there by the end of her lecture yes sure” with not much reply felix just threw a pillow at farleigh which he happened to dodge.

-

Fel1xcatt0n local pen and paper girl in her natural habitat

yourusername LMFAO

yourusername didn’t see you click this one

Fel1xcatt0n ;)

farleigh_start you are not subtle.

Fel1xcatt0n thank you for your input

yourusername at that point in semester when breadboard starts looking like bread

farleigh_start why do stem majors follow diet culture the ugly way ew

yourusername I’m not dieting????

farleigh_start then why does your charcuterie board look so ugly

yourusername never mind…

yourfriend LITERALLY I was thinking the same thing

yourusername “what happened to your group project” well…professor…we got hungry

Fel1xcatt0n this is not funny

yourusername ouch.

Fel1xcatt0n be there in 5

Fel1xcatt0n healthiest thing she’s had in decades…

yourusername thanks MOM

Fel1xcatt0n laugh all you want but you can’t live on sugar donuts and ramen

yourusername try me

farleigh_start …

farleigh_start you have never passed me the table salt

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[twilghtkoo]

xoxo - lee donghyuck

synopsis. in which, your little niece has a crush on your boyfriend.

pairings. donghyuck x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, non!idol au

warnings. none!

notes. this idea is inspired by this tiktok i saw T_T i was like holy shit this is cute now let’s make it about hyuck :D also something is wrong w my taglist, it says it got deleted but i didn’t delete it so i might have to make a new one😭 so if the link isn’t working that’s why!! just letting y’all know :)

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“and she hates the crust on her bread–“ your older sister tries to inform.

you push her out your door, mindlessly nodding your head. “i know, i know, don’t worry she’s gonna be fine. now go, before you’re late.” you wave to her one last time before you close the door behind her with a huff.

your six year old niece is still standing behind you with her bluey backpack on her shoulders that has all the things that would entertain her for tonight.

“hi, sweetie. i missed you,” you crouch down to her level, helping her out of her shoes and taking off her backpack.

“i missed you too, auntie!” she smiles and takes off to your living room, giggling.

you had already put on her favorite cartoon on your tv, as you follow her with her bag in your hands before placing it beside the couch.

she’s totally immersed herself in the animated slice-of-life adventures of the dog family. you stand inches away from her, amused at how she has blocked out all of her surroundings.

you turn to walk into your kitchen, thinking of preparing something easy for dinner.

“auntie!” your niece calls out from the living room.

you hum in response, putting away the dried dishes from last night.

“is donghyuck-ie coming over today?” she asks, curiously. and you know just by her tone and the mention of her second favorite person (first is obviously me) she’s twiddling her fingers.

you chuckle to yourself. “yes, he’s coming over later though.”

you hear her gasp before it goes back to being silent, the faint sound of the tv echoing through your apartment.

you’ve noticed your little niece’s infatuation with your boyfriend and you and donghyuck think it’s the cutest thing. she loves playing with him when he comes over while you’re babysitting her, making him sit in the living room with her and color and play with her toys. she gets all shy and geeky when donghyuck walks with her holding hands.

your older sister finds it funny and amusing.

“tell your boyfriend to stop being so handsome yeah? my daughter is bragging to everybody that donghyuck-ie bought her a toy.” your sister groans into your ear, on the phone with you.

—

you’ve been busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, appreciating the comforting sound of bluey and bingo playing along. every so and so minutes you check on your niece by calling her name.

“yes?”

“just checking on you, you good?”

she hums cutely. “yes auntie.” you peek your head out, seeing her sprawled out on the floor with her backpack next to her and all its contents spread out. she’s drawing something in front of the tv, concentrating with her tongue poking out as she scribbled with her crayons and gazing up at the tv.

she crawls up to her feet, bending down to grab the piece of paper she was doodling on before stomping over to you.

“auntie! auntie!”

you raise your eyebrows, giving her your undivided attention.

she shoves the piece of paper in your face. “look!”

you lean your head back, blinking, trying to adjust to what she’s showing you.

she’s holding up a stationary bluey themed piece of paper that has blue textured crayon words written neatly across the printed lines.

‘dear sunflower ♡’

you gasp, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. “is this a letter for donghyuck?” you whisper to her, from her view, your eyes shaped into crescent moons and your hands are covering your smile.

your niece giggles, using the letter in her tiny hands to hide her face as the pig tails from her head bounce from her nodding.

“he’s gonna love it! i mean, who doesn’t love bluey?” you ask rhetorically, hands on your hips.

“right?”

the doorbell chimes throughout your small home, both you and your niece look at each other with big eyes. already knowing who’s behind the door. your niece runs out the kitchen and into the living room squealing as you make your way to let your boyfriend in.

“hi pretty.” haechan grins at you, his eyelids looking a bit heavy and you already know work was tough on him. he still smiles and extends his arms out for you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, playfully groaning when he squeezes you tight in his grasp.

he lets out a breathy laugh, grabbing your waist to pull you away to connect his lips with yours in a slow, gentle kiss. his hands roaming over your lower back and creeping down to your ass.

“sunflower!” you both break the kiss, you walk back to the kitchen while he bends down to greet the little girl.

“aigoo, hi cutie. how are you?” you hear him coo at her.

—

“thank u yn for the food.”

“thank you auntie for the food!” they both say at the same time.

you reach over the table to grab their plates and placing them inside the sink, your niece jumps up from her seat and runs out the kitchen. donghyuck takes this moment to snake his hands from behind to lace his fingers together so you can’t run.

his body towering over you, he leans down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on your exposed skin. “thank you for dinner baby,” he mumbles against your skin.

you smile, “of course.”

“sunflower!”

he pats your ass, pecking the top of your head before walking away. “yes bum bum,” he replies. the nickname that seemed fitting and grew on her over time, it being short for bumble bee.

“i made something for you.” the little girl shyly utters, the piece of paper in her hands as she shoves it in his hands.

he laughs lightly, sitting on the balls of his feet. “did you draw something for me?”

she shakes her head, her toothy smile on display, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth on her feet.

you appear behind donghyuck, relaxing your hand on his shoulder.

it’s a comforting silence in your apartment, he’s taking the time to carefully read each word and reading a certain word over again because of the misspelling but he finds it endearing, his smile growing wider as he gets closer to the end.

‘xoxo, bum bum :)’

“hugs and kisses, where did you learn that from?”

“school!” she exclaims.

“school shouldn’t be teaching you how to win hearts,” he states with a playful pout.

she clasps her hands together, stepping closer towards him to point at the tiny prints. “i used my bluey stationary kit, do you like the paper?”

“i do, i’m very honored and i’m going to hang it up in my home. this is my first letter i got from a girl!” he whisper-shouts in your niece’s ear.

obviously you heard him and that made you nudge him with your knee, making him lose his balance.

“auntie you have to write sunflower love letters.”

he smirks, “yeah, auntie.”

[somethinginthewayiam]

The girl behind the bar (Part 8 - Final Part)

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x plus-size reader

warnings: slight arguing

words: 3.2k

Summary: Jake has one last try to fix it with you and he was gonna make sure to give it his all. Go big or go home, isn’t that what they say?

a/n: Here it is, the final part of my series. How did we get here? It's crazy! Thank you all SO MUCH for all the likes, reblogs and comments, they mean the world to me!! I hope you like this chapter!

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It’s been over a week and you haven’t seen or heard anything from your favorite group. They all had become friends to you and with Hangman, you would also get there eventually.

You got increasingly nervous and as well as Penny tried to hide it, she did too. Maverick being part of the mission seemingly wasn’t planned as to what she had told you and now that he was, made the whole thing even scarier. If they needed someone as experienced as him…you didn’t want to think about what they had to do and where they had to go.

You only knew one thing for sure, you had definitely seen too many action and disaster movies to uphold any state of calm.

Showing up for work and getting through a shift was your only constant right now and you held on to it for dear life. Fuck, you really hadn’t realized how much every single one of those idiots had found their way into your heart.

It was shortly after you had begun your shift on a Thursday when you heard familiar voices coming from the entrance. When you looked up, you saw Rooster first and then the others in their khaki uniforms following him into the bar. Your whole face lit up and you had a bubbly feeling in your stomach.

You got out from behind the bar and ran over to them. “You’re back!”, you exclaimed excitedly and hugged Phoenix first. Then you went on to hug everybody and greeted them with a kiss to the cheek, so happy to see them back in this bar, alive and well.

You looked behind them, searching for Jake but nobody was coming in after them. Your heart sank and you felt a twist in your gut. The smile dropped from your face.

“He’s fine. He’s coming over later”, Rooster eased your mind and put his hand on your shoulder for comfort. You wished you weren’t that relieved to hear that because that meant you cared more for Jake Seresin than it was good for you.

“And you’re all fine? Nothing broken, nothing missing?”, you asked them and checked their faces for bruises and their bodies for any missing parts. “We’re all good”, Rooster laughed off your concerns. “But we’re all quite thirsty”, Fanboy stepped forward. “Of course, come with me”, you smiled and motioned them to follow you. Rooster put an arm around your shoulders and you placed your arm around his middle as you walked to the bar circle together.

“First round tonight is on me for our heroes”, you said as they all lined up at the counter and you grabbed bottle after bottle of beer, placing them in front of each one.

It got quite busy quite quickly at the Hard Deck and at the moment, you handled the circle alone. What would have led to a complete meltdown on your part just a few weeks ago, you now handled with some sort of grace and calm. At least you’d liked to think so.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you watched a man in a suit taking a seat at the counter, looking already annoyed. He looked so out of place here that it was almost funny.

"Hey, get me a scotch", he demanded more so than he asked. No please, no smile, whatsoever.

"I'll be right with you", you told him and didn't let his tone get to you. You were in the middle of serving a group of ten and had your hands full.

"How long is this going to take?", he called out in your direction after waiting for just 2 seconds. "Just a second", you said as politely as you could and even shot him a kind smile which was met by furrowed brows and a more than annoyed expression on his face.

"Hey girl, can I get another round for the table?", Rooster appeared at the counter next to you, using the nickname he had heard Phoenix and you use for each other. "Sure, just a moment", you told him, knowing he would have no problem waiting.

"Hey, lady. How much longer for my drink? What kind of service do you offer in this joint?", he asked full on angry.

You looked over at the suit, ready to say something to him, but then you saw his phone laying on the counter and had a better idea.

You looked over at Rooster who had followed your eyes over to that douchebag and then looked at you. You gave him a wink and then walked over to the sign Penny had hung up.

“May I divert your attention here for a moment?”, you asked him and gestured elegantly at the sign like you were the prize lady at a game show.

You gave him a few seconds while his eyes flew over the words carved into the wooden plague before you rang the bell.

A cheer erupted across the bar. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, he asked in an intimidated yet aggressive tone. “Means you’re paying a round for the whole place”, Rooster appeared next to the suit. Without a word you handed him a bottle of beer.

“Much appreciated”, he toasted the guy with a smirk. “I’m not paying for shit!”, the guy exclaimed with furrowed brows. You looked over at Rooster with a satisfied grin. You had expected that answer.

“Overboard?”, he asked. “Overboard”, you confirmed with a little nod. “Ah, I always wanted to say that: Hold my beer!”, he exclaimed excitedly and handed you the bottle. Rooster whistled and motioned to the pool table and was quickly joined by Payback and Coyote.

You rang the bell once more and he called out “OVERBOARD!”. The whole room joined in on the chant. The guy’s face changed from rage to honest concern as the three tall men surrounded him. They grabbed his arms and legs and carried him out the back door to the deck and threw him into the sand.

“Come back when you found your manners”, you called after him and laughed as you watched him getting flung off the deck.

When you turned around, you found yourself face to face with Hangman and froze, but only for a second. “Same goes for you”, you told him as the smile dropped from your face, sure that he had just witnessed the moment before.

You looked him up and down, checking for any bruises or injuries but you gladly didn’t find any, just like Rooster had told you earlier.

You thought that him being gone for over a week would ease your mind about the whole situation, assuring yourself that you had found your inner peace with Jake and his stupidity. But no. Right when you saw his face, it all came back to you.

You wanted to walk to the other side of the bar circle but Jake’s hand reached over the counter, grabbing your arm. “Wait, Y/N, can we talk?”, he asked with a hopeful expression on his face. You looked at his hand on your arm and then up to his face. “You’ll be next if you don’t let go”, you said with a nod towards where the suit had landed in the sand. He let go of your arm and held his hands up, showing that he would play along.

"We already talked", you told him and walked half the circle to the other end of the bar. Jake followed you. "We're not done", he told you in return. "Oh, we're so done", you said and Jake heard the double meaning in your words.

“Listen, I’m glad you’re okay, I really am, but turns out, I’m still mad at you”, you told him straight out.

He took a deep breath before he walked around the edge of the counter and behind the bar.

"Y/N, I need you to listen to me", he said and his voice had an urgent undertone.

"Hangman, what have I told you about being behind that bar?", you heard Penny behind you, who had appeared out of nowhere.

"I just need two minutes", Jake told her and the pleading look in his eyes made her tolerate his presence behind the counter. For now. She turned away and took care of the customers waiting for their drinks.

"You got two minutes", you told him as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. He just looked at you, seemingly lost for words all of a sudden.

"119, 118...", you started counting backwards. "Okay, okay", he stopped you by holding his hands up in defense. “I was acting like an idiot”, he said and paused. “I’m not disagreeing”, you told him as he didn’t continue talking right away.

“But so were you”, he said and you looked at him with big eyes at the unexpected words. “Excuse me?”, you asked in disbelief, putting your hands on your hips.

“You said you were over it which was clearly a lie. And then you go on to say that we would just go back to being a bartender and a customer, which is bullshit. We are friends. And as a friend I messed up, I know that. And I will never stop apologizing for it, but…”, he suddenly stopped himself in his tirade.

You just looked at him with big eyes, your heart beating faster with his every word.

“When I was away, I thought about you constantly. And when the mission went well, you were the first person I wanted to call. And I finally realized that I…I, uhm…”, he paused again, seemingly mustering up the courage which was an odd state to see Hangman in.

You just looked at him, holding your breath, not daring to speak.

“Y/N, I want to be more than friends with you”, he finally said and it felt like time stood still for a moment. Your eyes focused in on his and the pleading look that was in them and the hopeful smile on his lips took your breath away.

You wanted to believe him. You wanted it so bad. But with everything that had happened between the two of you and also everything that had happened to you in your past, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Jake”, you said and the almost apologizing tone in your voice made the smile drop from his face.

“You don’t believe me”, he said, a resigned tone in his voice. “I mean, how could I? You kiss me and the next day you act like you don’t even know me? How’s a girl supposed to feel with something like that?”, you told him and hoped that this was explanation enough.

“And my words don’t matter?”, he asked in return. You just looked at him, not knowing what to say.

“Your time is up, Hangman”, Penny called out from the other end and she didn’t know how right she was.

“I’m sorry”, now it was your turn to apologize. It surprised you how much turning him down actually hurt you. It should make you feel better, make you feel somewhat empowered but it didn’t.

You turned around and walked over to a new customer sitting at the counter. “Hi, what can I get…”, you started.

“Hey! Can I have everybody’s attention for a moment?”, you heard Jake behind you, yelling to tune out the chatter and laughter in the bar.

When you turned around, you found him standing on the bar counter. Your eyes got big and a shocked expression washed over your face.

“Hi, I’m Jake. Most of you know me as Hangman”, he began and the people around quieted down bit by bit. Someone even unplugged the jukebox.

“What the hell are you doing?”, you quickly came over and hissed at him, but he ignored you.

“Everybody that knows me knows that I can be a real asshole sometimes”, he continued. “Yeah, no shit”, Rooster called out from the back and some people chuckled.

“Thanks, Rooster”, he nodded in his direction. “But I really messed up this time because I was stupid enough to hurt this beautiful woman right here”, he said and pointed to you by his feet.

Your cheeks turned bright red as you found the whole bar looking at you.

“Jake, get down there. You're embarrassing yourself. But most importantly, me”, you hissed at him, grabbing his ankle. You would have loved nothing more than to just yank him off this bar and end this charade.

“She doesn’t believe me that I actually like her and I can’t blame her for it. But I need her to understand that I really do like her, very much”, he said and looked at you with a hand on his heart when he said it.

Normally, you would have rolled your eyes at a cheesy gesture like that but for the first time ever in your life, a cheesy gesture happened to you. It felt like you had an outer-body experience, watching yourself watching Hangman. This wasn’t actually happening to you, was it?

“And that’s why I’m using this, arguably, very drastic move to officially ask you to please go out on a date with me?”, he asked.

You knew that every single pair of eyes in this room were looking at you right now and you never hated Jake more than this moment. You loathed being the center of attention and for him to put you on blast like that…

But at the same time, you thought about the fact that never in your life had someone done something like that for you.

“Come on, Y/N, say yes”, you heard someone from the back of the room. Probably Coyote. “Say yes”, you heard someone else from the other side. You glared up at Jake, chewing the inside of your cheek. He looked back at you with a hopeful expression.

“Will you finally come down if I say yes?”, you asked loudly so that the people could hear it. “Then, and only then”, he said and a smile played around his lips.

“Okay, I’ll go on a date with you”, you finally agreed. “She said yes!”, he called out with a big smile and the whole place erupted into cheers.

“Good god”, you mumbled under your breath and felt your cheeks burning.

Jake hopped off the counter and stood next to you. Someone plugged the jukebox back in and the room was filled with music again. The chatter started back up and in a matter of seconds the bar was back to its old self.

“You know you’re crazy”, you said. “Crazy about you”, he said and put his hands on your hips, pulling you in a little bit. For some reason, you let him. A flutter moved through your stomach. Your arms automatically flung around his neck.

It felt like your stomach was full of butterflies. What was happening right now? Five minutes ago, you were mad at him and now you’re swooning?

“But you realize how embarrassing that was? For both of us”, you told him off.

“You’ve said you liked gestures”, he countered. You were surprised that he remembered what you had told him when you were trapped here in this bar on that stormy night.

“Small gestures like remembering the flowers I like or how I drink my coffee”, you reminded and lectured him at the same time.

He rolled his eyes at you playfully, looking up at the ceiling for a moment and then back at you.

“How do you like your coffee?”, he asked with a smile. “Nonexistent. I don't drink coffee”, you answered him and patted his chest with your hand before you stepped out of his embrace, attempting to get back to work.

“But you just said...”, he said in disbelief. "It was an example, Jake. Good god! Normally you're a bit quicker than that”, you teased him and couldn’t hold back the chuckle.

He reached out with his hand, hooked two fingers in the hem of your apron that was tied around your waist and pulled you close to him.

“You’re killing me”, he said and a smirk played around his lips. “A girl can try”, you shrugged your shoulders and shot him a wink and a grin before he bent down and kissed you.

The smile was wiped off you face rather quickly. He managed to surprise you one more time tonight.

You heard some cheers in the faint background but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

You flung your arms around his neck again, sinking into his embrace. You felt his hands roaming your back and you got on your tiptoes to be even closer to him.

“Alright, alright, enough with the show”, you heard behind you and reluctantly let go of Jake. He smiled at your lips before he let go as well to find Penny standing next to you.

“As lovely as this is, you’re still behind my bar”, she said to Jake. “And you are actually working right now”, she added towards you. The smile on her face took the harshness out of her words.

“Sorry, Penny”, you said and smiled apologetically. She looked at the two of you once more before she got back to the other end of the circle.

“Are you free this Saturday?”, he asked as he walked out behind the counter and leaned against it on the other side, giving you a big smile. You both felt giddy from your kiss.

“I doubt I get a Saturday off. How about a Tuesday-date? Those seem to work for us”, you asked and reminded him of the stormy night after you had met in the diner where you had your date with Joseph. You pulled a beer out of the cooler, opened it and moved it over to Jake.

“Sounds like a plan”, he agreed and grabbed his drink with a wink. Before he was able to walk over to his friends at the pool table, you reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him close to your face.

“Don’t make me regret this, Hangman”, you told him with a low voice and pressed a quick peck to his lips before you shoved him back with a smirk. “Never”, he shook his head with a smile and winked at you again before he walked over to the pool table.

“You can take your 10 if you want”, Penny appeared next to you again. She was really quick on her feet tonight. Or you were just super distracted.

When you looked over to her you saw her gesturing towards Hangman who was talking to Rooster. Right when you looked over, so did he and his face lit up immediately, giving you another wink.

You thought about it for a second then a smile appeared on your face.

“He got his date. He can wait”, you told her and in response, she bumped her hips into yours with a chuckle and attended to some new customers.

You resumed to handing out drinks as well and got about 3 customers done until you suddenly looked up in nervous realization.

You had agreed to go on a date with Jake Hangman Seresin. How the hell did that happen?

a/n: You really thought I would let you guys hanging here? Well, you should know me better by now.

YOU WILL GET THE DATE!

Part 1 - the restaurant

[sevenciircles]

oc page. | piper west |

General Information

First name: Piper Middle name(s): Lillian Surname: West Age: 26 Date of birth: September 3rd Gender: Demi Woman (She/They Pronouns) Sexuality: Pansexual Current residence: Pentagram City, shitty apartment. Relationship status: Single Social status: Commoner Sinner

Traits of Voice

Accent (if any): Southern Language spoken: English Other languages known: Spanish Style of speaking: Piper speaks in 80s and 90s vocab, not because she's really from the 80s or 90s, but because she just likes the slang ebdlqbf. She speaks a mile a minute, she's a quick talker, but she can distinguish her words pretty well. Volume of voice: Piper doesn't speak too loud, but she doesn't mumble.

Physical Appearence

Height: 5'2 Weight: - Eye colour: Pink Skin colour: Pink, with hints of blue sprinkled in. Shape of face: Oval Distinguishing features: Blue splotches, Pointed Ears, Sharp Nose. Hair colour: Dark pink, with blue splotches. Hair style: Piper typically keeps her hair down and straight, although when working it is typically in a bun. She'll curl her hair for special circumstances. Piper has a lot of hair accessories she likes to wear, primarily in flowers or clips. Complexion: Clear Posture: A bit slouched. Tattoos: N/A Piercings: Ear lobes Typical clothing: She's very fashionable, wearing the latest styles and trends. Preferably crop tops and high waisted jeans. Piper will dress formally when it is time to work. Is seen by others as: Piper is typically seen as just another face in the crowd, she blends in perfectly.

Personality

Likes: Cooking, Fashion, Paleontology, Taxidermy, Makeup, The Ocean, Dancing, Stuffed Animals, Heights, and Cats. Dislikes: The Color Yellow, Insects, Fast Food, Escapology Magic, Being Touched, Cold Weather, Car Rides, Elevators, and Dolphins. Education: Culinary School & Cosmetology School. Fears: Enclosed Spaces, Ice Cream Trucks, and Basements. Personal goals: To Survive Hell, Make a Living, and Make a Solid Group of Friends. General attitude:

Piper is someone who is very cheerful. She’s optimistic and bright, often taking on the role of motivator and hype man when it comes to her coworkers and friends. She tends to think things are going to work out for the best as long as people try their best, something that she tells themselves as well. They're not pessimistic, preferring to look on the bright side of any situation. Piper is not overly optimistic, she knows when shit is bad, but she still exercises cautious cheer to get her coworkers out of slumps. They also get over things relatively quickly, not holding grudges. Piper is also very outgoing. She will approach people they don't know and talk to them like their old friends. She’s not really shy, wanting everyone to feel included and valued. She takes life by the horns and goes for it, not really thinking of the consequences of her actions or the trouble she could get in. They welcome challenges because it means that they can overcome them. Piper a peacemaker at their core, wanting there to be calm waters. They're more than willing to talk to more racous coworkers and get them to calm down, while also not taking their shit. She's not passive, but she does want peace among the environment. Piper's peacemaking is the result of them wanting there to be as little strife as possible. They're also determined, not giving up on things easily. She can get kind of a one track mind when it comes to things, and she’s got a laser like focus when it comes to things she wants to do. She doesn’t give up when she sees a goal, making her ambitious as well. She thinks of ways to achieve her goals, and goes for it. They rarely weigh the pros and cons, preferring to take the chance when it comes. Piper tends to be daring and bold, not hesitating to do what they thinks is the right thing. They have a lot of nerve, something that drives them to be the best that she can be. 

Piper has a bad habit of being self sacrificing. She’ll do anything at the drop of a hat if it means it’s for the greater good, or for her goal. She doesn’t care if she gets injured, as long as her friends are fine she’s prepared to sacrifice her life for his friends. She’s supportive, and will support with not only her time but her resources too, even if it is a detriment to herself. They're also terribly self conscious, although not exactly self loathing like they used to be although they still has moments of it. She fills her persona with confidence because that’s the kind of person she strives to be. They eventually fulfill this persona, becoming genuinely confident, but they do worry about whether or not they are a good person or not. She doesn’t want to be just a one trick pony, and is all for versatility. They don't want to waste any opportunity that comes their way. Piper also isn’t the smartest person around, not having much common sense or book smarts either. She’s not a total dummy, though. Despite all this, Piper is noble and selfless, wanting to do the best she can for the people around her. 

Religious values: Atheist in Life. General intelligence: Piper is really not the sharpest tool in the shed. Her common sense is slightly better than her book smarts, but not all there. Her main strength is her EMOTIONAL intelligence. General sociability: They are incredibly social! They love to talk.

Health

Illnesses (if any): N/A Allergies (if any): Shellfish Sleeping habits: Insomniac Energy level: High, but also chill. Eating habits: Scattered. Memory: Good. Any unhealthy habits: A bit of a drinking problem, some self destructive tendencies.

History

Birth country: United States Hometown: Small Ass Town, Texas. Childhood: Piper was born in a small ass town in Texas to a large family. Her childhood years were spent fighting for attention with her various siblings, being the baby of the family among numerous siblings and cousins was difficult. They were a poor family, but relatively loving. Her town was small, so a lot of their fun came from just making up games in the yard or playing with the toys they've made themselves. Piper was relatively popular in the neighborhood, having no shortage of friends. She had normal interests and normal hobbies. It was in her pre teen years that she began developing her weirder hobbies, such as her love of reptiles and her fascination with taxidermy. She liked the art of preserving things and bringing people peace. But beyond that habit, everything was pretty much normal. In elementary school, she also developed an interest in the Ocean that has persisted throughout her life. She had decided she wanted to be a Marine Biologist, you know, as a lot of kids do.

Teen years: When she turned 13, a year into middle school or so, then kids turned mean. Not as popular as she once was due to her weird habits and hobbies, she still was popular on the 'other side' of the school. They had friends everywhere. Piper wasn't bullied or teased, but she never hit that same level of popularity. At least, they didn't get bullied from the students. The teachers however, were a different story. Piper was mercilessly ridiculed by their teachers for not being as smart as the other kids, and not picking things up quicker. In particular their math and science teachers were the cruelest. It turned them off to Marine Biology and being a taxidermist herself entirely. Not believing she was smart enough for it. Not to mention, once she hit high school, her English teacher would continue to make passes at her, telling Piper that she was only good for her looks. Piper slowly started to believe it. One day, however, there was a fair for seniors for jobs and colleges. They knew that they likely weren't cut out for anything, but she was drew to something. A culinary school was there, and Piper had never considered that an option. She found herself helping in the kitchen at home, but she never thought it to be a career path. It opened up a world of possibilities.

Adult years: Staying in her hometown for two years, she hustled her way to the city. Getting jobs and doing whatever she could do to make money. All the while, she practiced her cooking skills. But Piper also continued to develop one of their oldest interests. Makeup. Regular makeup looks weren't challenging enough, so Piper switched to starting to learn special effects makeup, something different. She worked for the high school theatre department too, getting commissioned to do the makeup for their performances. Eventually, they saved up enough to move to the city and begin culinary school. For two years, she busted her ass. At 22, she graduated from culinary school with a whole host of skills. They landed a job in an upper-middle tier restaurant on the recommendation of one of her teachers, but the culinary industry is tough as shit y'all. So, while working, she got the idea to go to cosmetology school. At 24, she graduated from cosmetology school. There wasn't a lot of work, so she stuck with her restaurant job until she could get enough money to move somewhere else. However, that never happened. At the age of 25, a massive kitchen fire overtook the restaurant. In a true Al Capone scheme, the owner wanted to burn the place down and collect the insurance money. But, Piper was trapped in the walk-in when it happened. She burned to death. And wound up in Hell.

Past places of residence: Earth Present: Falling into Hell wasn't pleasant, but it also wasn't like what she expected. After a few months of struggle, she managed to land a job at one of the largest corporations, Vogitech. Not as anything important, mind you, just as a makeup artist for the talent and helping whoever needs helping. She's managed to avoid a soul contract, so far, so that's good. They ended up with a shitty apartment, but it is a space to rest her head. It's not much, but it's her life.

Combat

Peaceful or violent: Peaceful Weapon (if applicable): Two Knives Style of fighting: Cut and Running.

Others

Occupation: Makeup Artist & Low Level Crew at one of Vox's studios. Current home: A very shitty apartment in Pentagram City. Favourite types of food: Piper adores sweets in general. Favourite types of drink: They like milkshakes and smoothies, but also really strong alcohol surprisingly. Hobbies/past times: Dance, Taxidermy, Cooking, & Watching Reality Shows. She also records a podcast that she never releases, just has stored on her computer in a random folder to never see the light of day. Guilty pleasures: Strong Alcohol, Celebrity Gossip, Drama She Is Not Involved In, and Tombstone Tracing. Pet peeves: People Taking Her Pens, Unblended Foundation, People Who Randomly Start Fights, Drama She Is Involved In. Gym Bros also have a high place on her shit list. Pets: A snake named William Snakespeare Talents: Dance, Makeup (Especially FX), Cooking, and Sewing. Favourite colours: Blue, Pink, and Green. Certain shades of red are appealing as well. Favourite type of music: Jazz, Disco, and Pop. Some rap songs are okay too, but can't stand country.

[lillysaurus12]

"I've been working on a unified theory, If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out!!"

Lemon Demon and Long Legs?? its like Christmas for gay people !

[smoky-lucine]

Close Call

Little sister!Reader

After a close call during a hunt, The Winchester brothers panic as Castiel heals you.

Injuries, angst

My second fic :) I'm still trying to get the hang of writing but hopefully you all enjoy :)

You and the boys have been working on a case dealing with werewolves. You managed to catch one and kill it, and he confessed there is a whole pack in town and now you need to find the rest of them. You and Sam stayed in the motel and studied up on werewolves while Dean and Cas went out to the recent attacks around the town.

You didn’t get a lot of sleep the last few nights, as the werewolf attacks were happening faster and faster, and the four of you have been out every night on watch for any leads. Sam nudges your shoulder, and your chin slips off your hand and you jolt awake.

“Everything alright?” Sam asks while he shuts the book you fell asleep reading and sits down next to you.

“I’m okay, just tired from being out so late last night.” You say, rubbing your eyes.

Dean calls Sam and he gives you a gentle smile before he answers the phone and puts the call on speaker.

“Hey Dean, did you find anything?”

“Yeah. One of the Officers was a werewolf. He told us where they’re all staying before we took him out. We’re gonna hit it tonight alright?” Dean explains and you hear Castiel in the background ordering food for the three of you.

“Sounds good to me. Did he say how many of them are staying there?” You reply

“Nope. By the looks of how many attacks there's been, I don’t think it would be more than 7 or 8.” Dean says confidently.

Sam keeps talking about the case with Dean and you start getting silver bullets and knives ready for the hunt.

Later that night the four of you are on the way to the werewolves hiding house in the Impala. Sam and Dean are having their own conversation in the front while you and Castiel talk in the back.

“Have you ever hunted werewolves before?” You ask Cas.

“A few times yes. Angels don’t usually deal with them. Have you?”

“Occasionally yeah. I haven’t seen them in a while though, not since we still hunted with dad.” You say looking away. You didn’t like talking about your dad anymore, nobody really did. “I haven’t practiced my shooting in a bit too.”

“I’m sure we got it kid.” Dean says to you looking in the rear view mirror. “It’s gonna be a small pack. It’s gonna be in and out.”

You give him a smile. You turn to yawn and look out the window for the rest of the ride.

The four of you get ready and watch the house waiting for Dean to decide when to go in.

“Alright. Sam and Cas you two go in the side door, Y/N and I will go through the front.”

You look at Dean surprised. He normally chooses Sam when splitting up and it would make sense here too.

“Are you sure Dean?” You ask him nervously. “Yes, I’m sure. Do you not want to go in? What’s wrong?” Sam looks at you knowing you're tired, but he knows you don't want to tell the truth to Dean.

“No, it’s okay.” You say quietly, walking away a bit and focusing back on the house. Everybody does one last look at each other before splitting up and breaking into the house.

Dean kicks the door down and you both run in aiming separate ways. You hear Dean shoot a werewolf down and he turns to check on you in the now empty room. You can hear the other wolves in the house warning the others and running to defend against the four of you. You run up to the doorway, calling it clear and Dean runs into the kitchen with you following.

Making your way through the house, you and Dean each take down a few werewolves, and eventually meet up with Sam and Cas. The upstairs is still loud with werewolves running and escaping. You all say how many you took down and quickly realize there are at least triple the number of werewolves than Dean previously thought.

“But that doesn’t make sense. How can there be so many??” He says reloading his gun and looking around the room.

You responded “The attacks were happening faster and faster. I guess they don’t want to be careful anymore.” You focus on reloading your gun when you hear a growl.

You turn and see a werewolf sprinting at you and tackles you, losing all air in your lungs and dropping your gun. It claws at your stomach, leaving a huge gash. You quickly start seeing stars and your vision starts clouding, black slowly starting to take over. Coughing and screaming out you hear multiple gunshots and the werewolf dying.

Sam and Dean run up to you, eyes shocked at your injury.

“She’s really hurt.” Sam says, tearing up trying to get your eyes to focus.

“Sammy we gotta get her out of here.” Dean says loudly and begins to pick you up, flinching when he hears you cry out in pain. “There’s too many wolves here we need to leave.”

Dean runs as quickly as possible to Baby, putting you in the backseat. He throws the keys to Sam and yells "Drive!!” Castiel gets in the passenger seat and Sam runs to the driver’s seat and quickly starts the car, driving away from the house.

Dean holds you in the backseat trying to keep himself composed as he talks to you. “It’s okay Y/N. It’s gonna be okay alright? I’m so sorry I should’ve paid more attention. Look at me Y/N, open your eyes.” He begins to panic and yells at Sam to drive faster.

“We need to get far enough away; Cas needs to heal her.” Sam says speeding down the road.

You slip in and out of consciousness and wake up to Dean crying over you, and Sam and Cas yelling in worry. The three boys can’t stand hearing you scream in pain. You pass out and when the car is suddenly silent, Sam pulls over quickly as he and Castiel rush out of the car to reach you in the back seat.

“Cas, heal her.” Dean says solely focused on holding you still. Sam holds your hand as Castiel puts his hand on your stomach. His hand emits a bright white glow and Sam and Dean look away.

You wake up in the motel room. You look around at the quiet room and see Castiel in the corner staring at you.

“You're awake.” He says walking up to you. “I healed you. You’ve been asleep for a couple days, Sam finally got Dean to leave and eat.” You lift your shirt and there isn't a single scratch on your abdomen.

Castiel helps you sit up and hands you a bottle of water. “Your physical injuries are healed, but your body is tired. I could tell you haven’t slept in a few days.”

You drink the water and hand it back to Castiel. “Yeah, those night watches have been pretty hard. I appreciate you healing me and staying with me.” You give him a small smile and he gives you one in return and lets you rest longer.

Sam and Dean come home and seeing you sitting up in bed they run up to you. Dean hugs you tightly and when you yelp in surprise he lets go, scared you were somehow still injured. “Kid, I was so scared. I thought we lost you.” he says kneeling beside the bed, looking at you.

Sam gives you a big hug before climbing into the other side of the bed and letting you lean into his side. “It was really scary Y/N. I’m so relieved we got you healed in time.”

“I’m really sorry guys.” You say tearing up. “I haven’t slept in days, and I really wanted to help fight them, but I know I should’ve stayed back.”

Dean grabs your hand, “Y/N this isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have put that pressure on you, and I should’ve stuck to the plan. Please don’t blame yourself.”

You all sit there quietly talking to each other until you slowly fall asleep and get more rest.