#work was So Tiring today i do not want to go tomorrow but. it will be Fine

[archangeldyke-all]

more club mom i beg!

heheheheh okay!!

men and minors dni

it's an hour past closing, and you and a few of your girls are loitering in the club while you wait for sevika to pick you up.

"c'mon mom, pull!" buttercup shouts.

you grunt and let go of the pole, letting yourself collapse against the slippery stage floor. "i can't believe how fucking easy you girls make that look." you whine.

cherry laughs from her seat. "it's not that hard. what's hard is holding yourself upside down on the pole while shaking your ass in a full split."

you giggle. "janna... y'know, you girls are probably stronger than most enforcers."

trinity laughs. "damn right we are!"

"mom, can you do a split?" buttercup asks.

cherry laughs. "mom can't even do a deep lunge."

you huff. from across the bar, you hear an indignant scoff. "you better not be shit-talkin' my fiance!" you grin, turning around to watch sevika walk through the club. trinity salutes her, cherry waves, and buttercup giggles guiltily.

"you're here." you sigh dreamily, crawling to the end of the stage. sevika grins up at you, positioning herself between your thighs and wrapping her arms around your hips.

buttercup groans. "get a room."

"mmm, wanna go to the vip lounge?" you tease. sevika grins.

"gonna give me a private dance?" she asks.

the girls burst into wolf-whistles when you lean down to kiss your fiance sloppily. you're a little drunk, a lot tired, and you're surrounded by people you've cared for in all forms of sickness and exhaustion. so, you don't really care if you use a little more tongue than what's appropriate outside of the bedroom. especially not when sevika moans so sweetly against your lips.

eventually, cherry squirts you with a bottle of cleaner. "alright, break it up. you're gonna traumatize your kids."

sevika snorts as she pulls away with you. "please. all of you were fucked up way before i stepped in the picture."

trinity giggles. "how was work today, sev?" she asks. sevika shrugs.

"boring."

"did..." trinity trails off and your snort. she glares at you. sevika blinks in confusion.

"did what?"

"ask her, trin." you encourage.

trinity sighs and scratches her neck. "did you see thieram today?" she asks shyly. you and the girls burst into laughter.

sevika grins. "awe, you gotta crush trin?" she teases. trinity groans.

"this is why i didn't wanna say anything!" she whines. sevika snorts and kicks trinity's shin.

"he was askin' about you this morning." she says. trinity lights up.

"really!?" she gasps. sevika nods.

"i told 'im to come here for drinks tomorrow-- it's his night off." sevika says.

trinity grins and pulls sevika out from between your legs to hug her.

"eeek! thank you pops!" she squeals. "what's his favorite color? i need to pick a thong that he'll like."

sevika snorts and awkwardly pats trinity's head. "i dunno... i think red?" she guesses. trinity grins.

"mom, we've still got those glittery red cherry pasties, right?"

you nod. cherry scoffs. "hey, you can't steal my brand!" she whines.

you roll your eyes. "she's not stealing anything, relax."

"she used my spicy cherry perfume yesterday!" cherry accuses, pointing at trinity.

trinity rolls her eyes. "because my bottle broke on the way to work."

"is that why the whole locker room smells like cotton candy?" buttercup asks. trin nods.

sevika turns to you and holds her hand out, steadying you as you jump down from the stage. "c'mon." she mutters as the girls chat. "let's get out of here. i still want my private dance, and i want it in bed."

you snort. "you're very demanding."

sevika smiles. "i don't hear you complaining." she teases. you giggle and intertwine your fingers, dragging sevika toward the exit.

"don't forget to lock up when you're done!" you call to the girls over your shoulder.

they all wave. "bye mom!" buttercup shouts.

"bye, daddy-sev!" cherry calls.

you gasp and turn around, glaring at your best friend. "hey! the only one who gets to call her daddy is me!"

the girls burst into laughter, and beside you, sevika flusters. "alright, we're going home now." she huffs, bending down to hoist you into her arms.

you burst into laughter.

wolf-whistles and catcalls echo after you as sevika drags you out of the bar.

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[witchygagirlwrites]

Together

Jay Halstead x Reader

You push people away. It's how you cope. Only a chosen few has managed to stick around. Jay is going to prove he's not going anywhere.

You were pulling away. You could feel it and knew Jay could too. The problem? You didn’t know how to not pull away. That little voice in your head that was so damn sure and strong when it came to work was so damn quiet and uncertain when it came to yourself. You loved Jay. You knew that with every fiber of your being but that damn little voice kept whispering “He can do better than you and he's going to figure it out”

As much as you didn't want to lose him as your lover, the thought of losing him as your friend hurt worse. He'd always been there as a cornerstone when you needed him.

When Voight suggested changing partners around you'd seen the fact that Jay wanted to argue written plainly in his eyes but you spoke up and said “I agree Sarge. It's good to switch it up every now and then”

You were partnered with Adam, Kim with Jay and Hailey with Kevin. It was a big change from the usual team but all of you worked well enough together, had for years.

While you were all gearing up to roll out you saw Jay move towards you so you turned towards Hailey “Upton, check that rear strap for me?” She smiled “Of course” and readjusted it slightly then asked you to check hers too. At least by her asking you it didn't just look like you were avoiding Jay, even if he looked like a kicked puppy when you met his eyes.

“Everyone knows what you should be doing. Come home in one piece” Voight said looking around at all of you. You each nodded in turn. You grabbed your long gun then winked at Kim “Don't worry babe. I got your fella’s back” she grinned “I know you do. I got Jay's”

You smiled slightly and Kevin cleared his throat “and Hailey’s got mine if yall care” your smile turned into a full grin as you cut your eyes at him “You know I care Atwater. Anything happen to you I'm fighting the ferrymen to bring you back myself” he grinned “My girl” and bumped his shoulder against yours.

Voight shook his head but you saw a small grin “Do your damn jobs” with that he dismissed you so you rolled out. It was a quick snatch and grab. You wouldn't say nothing should go wrong because you knew your job, anything could go wrong but it should be fairly easy.

The snatch and grab went down just as planned thankfully. Six arrests were successfully made.

You were walking out of the precinct when you heard Jay call your name so you stopped and turned to see him walking towards you with one of those smiles that always made your heart flip “Hey baby. You want to go get a drink or some food or something?”

You shrugged “I'm kinda tired honestly. I was going to just go home and crash” he nodded “I can bring takeout?” He looked so damn hopeful but that voice in your head wouldn't shut up for two fucking seconds screaming about how bad it's gonna hurt if you let yourself love him as deeply as you wanted to just for him to walk away.

“It's fine honey. Um raincheck for tomorrow?” He nodded, his face falling slightly. “Ok, did I do something?” You shook your head “No, why?” he motioned back to the precinct “I've seen you stand toe to toe with Voight over trying to make you partner with anyone else and today you agreed. You haven't wanted to go out or let me come over in days. Baby is there someone else?”

Your eyes widened slightly “What?” He shrugged “I don't know here. I mean we were doing good, I thought. Is it because we had sex? Are you pulling away because of that?” You shook your head, trying not to let your eyes tear up “No Jay, of course not. Sex with you is fucking amazing”

He grinned slightly “Then why have you barely let me kiss you all week?” You shrugged and opened your mouth to say something then clamped it back “I don't want to talk here. Can you grab the takeout?” He nodded “I'll be over in a few ok?” “Ok” he took a step closer and when you didn't pull away he pressed a kiss to your temple.

You sat on your couch, waiting for Jay to knock. When he did you were up and on your feet without thinking. You opened the door to let him in and he walked in carrying the takeout bags “I got Chinese”

He walked into your kitchen as you closed and locked the front door and you heard him putting the take out trays across the counter and throwing the plastic bag into your recycling bin before he walked back into the living room, shedding his jacket and walking over to you.

He stopped just shy of you and raised one eyebrow, silently asking permission. You stepped closer to him, slipping your arms around his waist and he pulled you against his chest “There's my girl. I was wondering where she went”

You cut your eyes up at him “I'm sorry I pushed you away Jay. It's just I think I realized I was falling in love with you and I freaked out because I don't even know why you're with me and…” you were cut off by him kissing you like he was a drowning man and you were the last taste of air.

You moaned lightly against his lips and when he finally pulled away both of you were breathing a little harder “You love me?” He asked and you nodded “I do” he grinned “Good, because I love you but get it straight from here on there will be no pushing me away. You try to push me? I'll grab you and pin you to a wall. We're in this together” you chuckled lightly “You just used you pinning me to a wall as a threat. That is a fantasy Halstead”

He smirked “Oh yeah? Well baby I can make that reality right now. Just tell me you love me one more time” you smiled “I love you Jay” he groaned lightly and leaned down far enough to pick you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist “I've went the last week and a half barely touching you. I'm making up for it tonight”

[magic-shop-stories]

HEY WORK BESTIE!! ✨ Saw your blog during my break and screamed (silently) you’re amazing, and our boss is a b*tch. Proud of you for doing this!! Now, as your #1 work hype-person, I demand Jungkook fluff to cure my stress

Imagine: Reader works at a tiny bakery Jungkook visits every Sunday. One rainy day, they slip on a flour spill, he catches them and notices their stress. Jungkook secretly learns to bake their favorite pastry to surprise them. Maybe he is adorably clumsy and hides flour in his hair.

See you tomorrow 💜

💌 Reply:

HI WORK BESTIE!! THANK YOU for saving my nerves every week and for the most adorable request?!!! Jungkook with flour in his hair? Clumsy baking attempts? Secretly learning to make your favourite pastry? I’m already soft 🥺

Here’s your fluffy dose of serotonin – hope it cures your stress. Let me know if you want a part 2 (because let’s be real, Jungkook would absolutely burn down the kitchen trying to make macarons next).

P.S. You’re the real MVP for surviving corporate life.

REQUEST NAME:

Whisked Hearts & Sugar Sparks

↳ Jungkook x Baker!Reader; Fluff Imagine

Rank: G (Tooth-achingly Sweet)

Warnings: None! Just oven mitts, giggles, and a guaranteed craving for croissants.

The bell above the bakery door jingles every Sunday at 3:07 PM. Not 3:00, not 3:15—3:07, like clockwork.

You’d recognize him anywhere, even with his black bucket hat pulled low and his mask hiding that boyish smile. Jeon Jungkook. He’s been a mystery since he first wandered into your tiny shop six months ago, drawn by the cinnamon-sugar scent wafting onto Seoul’s bustling streets. He always orders the same thing: a black coffee, no sugar, and a pain au chocolat. Always sits at the corner table by the window, scribbling in a worn sketchbook. Always leaves a tip tucked beneath his saucer, folded into a tiny origami star.

But today, the sky is weeping. Rain pelts the cobblestones outside, and Jungkook arrives earlier—2:43 PM, hair damp, shoulders dusted with droplets. He hesitates in the doorway, eyes scanning the empty shop before landing on you.

“Hi,” he says, voice softer than the dough you’d kneaded that morning. His mask slips down just enough to reveal a shy grin. “Can I, uh… wait here? Until it lets up?”

You nod, heart stuttering. Casual. Be casual. “Of course. Coffee?”

“Please.”

---

The universe hates you.

One moment, you’re refilling the sugar jars, mind racing about rent, supplier fees, and Mom’s doctor’s appointment—the next, your foot slides through a patch of flour spilt near the counter.

“Oh shi—!”

Time blurs. The floor rushes up—but then arms catch you, strong and sure, pulling you against a chest that smells like rain and vanilla extract.

“Got you,” Jungkook murmurs, voice trembling with adrenaline.

Your face burns. His hands grip your waist, steadying you, and you’re close enough to see the flour speckled in his hair, the nervous bob of his throat as he swallows. “Th-thank you,” you stammer, scrambling back.

But he doesn’t let go. Not yet. His gaze flicks to the dark circles under your eyes, the way your hands shake as you smooth your apron. “You’re… really tired,” he says quietly. Not a question.

You laugh weakly. “Is it that obvious?”

His brows furrow. “I notice things.”

---

Jungkook stops coming on Sundays.

Instead, he starts appearing on Thursdays—early mornings, when the shop is still closed. At first, you think he’s confused.

“Can I… help?” he asks one day, peering through the door you’d cracked open to accept a flour delivery. His sleeves are rolled up, tattoos curling over his forearm, and there’s a smudge of what looks like charcoal on his cheek. “I’m a fast learner.”

You blink. “With… baking?”

He nods, earnest. “I want to make something. For… a friend.”

And so it begins.

Jungkook in your kitchen is a disaster. A beautiful, endearing disaster. He cracks eggs with the intensity of a soldier disarming a bomb, yet somehow gets shell fragments in the batter. He forgets the oven mitts and yelps when a tray singes his fingertips. Once, he accidentally dumps a cup of salt instead of sugar into the mixing bowl and stares at the dough like it’s betrayed him.

“Hyung would laugh at me,” he mutters, pouting at his lumpy croissant attempt. You don’t ask which hyung. You’re too busy memorizing the way his nose scrunches when he’s frustrated.

But he doesn’t quit. He arrives every Thursday, determined, flour dusting his hair like snow. Slowly, he learns—how to temper chocolate, how to braid pastry dough, how to pipe rosettes on cupcakes without them looking like… well, blobs.

---

One Sunday, he returns.

It’s raining again, but this time, he carries a small box tied with a lavender ribbon. His hair is a mess, his hoodie splattered with dried batter, but his smile is brighter than the oven light.

“For you,” he says, shoving the box into your hands. Inside rests a single almond croissant—your favourite, the one you’d once mentioned craving during a lunch break. It’s lopsided, slightly over-browned, but…

“You… made this?” you whisper.

He rubs his neck, sheepish. “I wanted to give you something that… that makes you as happy as your pastries make me.”

Tears prickle your eyes. “Jungkook, I…”

“Wait—” He flips the box over. Scrawled on the bottom in his messy handwriting:

“P.S. I didn’t burn down the kitchen. Mostly.”

You laugh, wet and wobbly, and he beams like he’s won a Grammy.

Later, when you bite into the croissant surprisingly perfect, flaky and buttery, you find a folded origami star hidden inside. Unfolding it reveals a sketch of you—flour on your cheeks, laughing mid-slip, with a speech bubble: “Still the best catch.”

[keeps-ache]

awkward way to have a convo but okay

[plain inks below cut]

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Thank u God. Today is a better day so far.

Also please pray for me. I got laid off from my job, and my old boss is trying to recommend me to a new one, but I don’t know the new people or have their contact info. Please pray someone gets back to me soon and I don’t stay out of work for too long, and that my new job won’t burn me out too badly.

[figofswords]

the post grad why did i get an art degree what am i even doing what do i want in life where am i going crisis has finally hit i want to. lie down in the dirt. or something

[rapidhighway]

also picking raspberries turned out to be.. really fucking hard

[disappointeddyke]

I think I’m starting to burn out

[running-in-the-dark]

my niece is staying with us for the whole weekend for the first time. until now it's always been one night only, not two.

it's the second night now and I have already decided this is not happening again anytime soon. I'm so fucking exhausted. it'd be less exhausting if it was my nephew, I think - he's older and also doesn't need as much help (even when he was her age).

I love my niece but she just asks so many questions. like when we're watching a show or a movie, even if it's one she has seen before (even multiple times), she doesn't understand what's going on and constantly asks me to explain everything. I don't mind it, really, but it does take a lot of energy. plus tonight it took over two hours for her to fall asleep because she was scared by the noises of the house and the nearby road. I get it, but damn I'm so fucking tired, I just want to sleep 😭

[ana-rends]

i would rather live with ana for the rest of my life than binge like this ever again

[naamahdarling]

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[hungergameshyperfixation]

Not to be that person but Panem had nearly 75 full Hunger Games before their system of government was overthrown. 75(+?) years. But things changed in the end. This too shall pass (but not without active participation)

[orcelito]

Did driving practice today. Actually did parallel parking practice this time, even tho I really didn't want to still. Finally got it into my head that I can maybe do this.

SO......

I have scheduled my driving test. For November 13th, 3 weeks from today.

[tariah23]

Callled my boss to ask if I’m working today and she said that I’m not. Yess!!! I can go back to sleep ❤️❤️❤️❤️😭!

[immortalsins]

fml my dad misunderstood mine and my brother's christmas plans and thought we'd be spending all of christmas day with our mum. so until now he's assumed we'd be leaving him alone on christmas day. and didn't say anything. he made the closest thing he could to christmas lunch today, likely thinking he wouldn't get to do it with us. and he didn't say anything

[carbonateddelusion]

sits here. my mood has been swinging back and forth like a pendulum lately