#but we gonna be a homewrecker and get this girl to break up with her controlling gf

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I don't know if you've been recommended it yet but have you read Apt.502? It's a slice of life IF that I think is right up your alley and I'd really love your take on Rainn (since you have all the right opinions on Seven lol)

Jsjsjsjs yeah I have play it!!! I don’t remember my mc name tho but she’s a kindergarten teacher for extra oomf. Like she’s a ray of sunshine how can you hurt her?!

Idk if my op of Rainn is what you are really looking for. Cause I don’t remember if they are gender selectable or not but my rainn is a man AND I HATE HIM WITH A PASSION

LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WAITED TIL WE ALREADY MOVED STATES/CITIES AND UP OUR WHOLE LIFE TO BE WITH THEM TO BREAK UP?!

AND THEN HE HAS THE GALLLLLLL TO BE MAD THAT WE ARE MAD AND NOT JOKING WITH HIM THE NEXT DAY?!?!? NAH BRUH GET FUCKED OUT OF HERE YOU AINT SHIT.

Ahemm… anyways! I don’t remember the name (Callie?) but I’m going for the one that has a girlfriend. Shhshshsh

Maybe my op would be different if rainn was a women but tbh I doubt it cause WHAT DO YOU MEEEEEAN

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A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

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mclaren We keep asking ourselves the same thing! Our engines are ready and we’re raring to go! 🧡

↳ yourusername you truly understand me mclaren admin

↳ mclaren we think you’re the one who truly understands us y/n

↳ user y/n x mclaren admin?? 🤯 the plot twist none of us saw coming

user missing these lads so much lately

user THE RADIO SILENCE ON OSCAR’S SOCIALS WAS KILLING ME I DEPEND ON THESE MEN TOO MUCH THEY KEEP ME ALIVE 😭😭

user the f1 drought is real rn

user MCLAREN SUPREMACY 2024

↳ user i’m trying to be delulu but we all know it’s just gonna be the mv33 and redbull show again this year 🫤

user soooo are we all just gonna pretend like we didn’t see the pics of her with garrett ward orrrrr?

↳ user no bc i was just thinking the same thing 👀

↳ user wait that was actually her??? cuz you can like barely see her face so i thought it was just a joke???

user what a fake ass bitch

user she only posts other ppl on her acc cuz she knows her ugly ass face would scare everyone else away

user homegirl needs to stay tf away from my man fr 😤😤

user god what a hoe 😒 she already has these two that she could fuck with idk why she needed to go after garrett

user SLUT SLUT SLUT

user if she tries anything with anyone else on the city team i’m gonna lose my shit fr

↳ user same omg

↳ user honestly i’m just glad she didn’t go after grealish or haaland 🙌

↳ user she probably would’ve tried if they weren’t taken already 🙄

↳ user nah i bet she’s totally a homewrecker garrett’s probably just the first on her list

user oh… these comments… 😰

↳ user right???

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yourusername the city boys know how it’s done! and looking pretty good in orange too 😉

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mancity The lads are looking good indeed! This weekend’s match against Newcastle should be an exciting one! ⚽️🩵

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user funny how she posts every city man BUT garrett

user god when does she go back to f1??

↳ user march iirc

↳ user well it can’t get here soon enough jfc

user FUCK OFF WE DON’T WANT YOU

user you’re a slag and should accept the fact that any guy would only want you bc of how easy you are

user i’ll bet my left leg that the only reason the f1 boys haven’t shacked up with her yet is cuz they know she’s probably riddled with disease since she drools over every guy that comes near her 😒 like girl needs to bffr and realize that throwing herself at every male in her vicinity isn’t gonna land her a husband and it just making her even more of a slut

↳ user nah i’ll bet they’ve all already done her over in f1 but nobody will touch her now that they’ve passed her round so she had to come over to football just to try and get someone to touch her again 🙄🙄🙄

user i hope garrett realizes how much of a slut she is and breaks up with her

user sick and tired of bitches like this getting with footballers and being all controlling. like i’ll bet she’s gonna tell garrett he can’t go out and party with his mates anymore bc he has to spend time in with her and then she’ll get all pissy about him having female fans bc she’s insecure and knows that if garrett got to meet a REAL fan he’d jump ship immediately. those of us who ACTUALLY care about footballers know their fans are super important to them and we wouldn’t hinder their relationship with them just bc we’re jealous or insecure. garrett needs to be with someone who actually supports him and is willing to let him do what he wants instead of controlling him like he’s a dog on a leash.

user kys like genuinely

user god i can’t wait for this skank to die 😒

“Hey Lando, it’s me. Your best friend. Again,” you give a humorless chuckle. “I could seriously use some of your wizened advice right about now, so, uh, please just give me a call back when you can. Thanks.”

It seems poetic in a cruel sort of way that less than a week ago you were walking Etihad Campus and feeling like you were on top of the world━ working a new albeit temporary gig, adding the Manchester City name to your list of clients, having photos of world-renowned footballers in your portfolio━ and now you’ve resigned yourself to hiding away in the women’s restroom, locked in a stall because it’s the only place you could think of where nobody would be able to find you.

You’re on the verge of tears and feeling rather stupid for it.

It’s the third time today alone that your call has gone straight to voicemail, and with the dozens of unread texts you’ve sent in the last week added to the mix, it’s starting to paint a picture you’re not very happy with. Lando is ignoring you. Or he’s blocked you. Or he’s blocked you because he’s ignoring you━

You bite down on your lip, hard, to keep back the sob crawling its way up your throat.

You’re not a PR officer, you hadn’t been lying when you told Garrett that, but you’ve spent enough time around the McLaren PR teams that you’ve picked up enough tips and tricks to know, at the very least, that the best thing you can do is just ignore the comments.

That’s what they tell all the athletes.

What they don’t tell the athletes is that ignoring the comments is much easier said than done, especially when your career requires you to have such a significant online presence. And the thing is, despite all of these strangers hounding you with every name under the sun and criticizing your capabilities, qualifications, and very existence, the thing that hurts the most is the radio silence from the only person you know could make it all better.

Now, more than ever, you need your best friend. But he isn’t here.

You tuck your phone into your jacket pocket and unlock the stall with great reluctance. You know better than to be hiding away, shirking your responsibilities while crying over a few missed phone calls. You have a job to do, and a real professional wouldn’t let something as simple as a handful of tasteless comments get in the way of that.

You should be used to them. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.

Your first month at McLaren wasn’t entirely different.

When you were first hired on, Carlos had been in Formula One for a handful of years already and had built up a devotedly loyal fanbase with a decently large percentage of possessive fangirls who had come for your head the moment your existence had been announced.

The McLaren Instagram account had posted a picture of you standing between their two grinning drivers, your camera strung around your neck, with a very nice caption welcoming you to the team, and despite no indication that you were by any means involved with either of them in a way that went beyond professional, the comments had been taken over by feral teenage girls who saw the act of you simply standing near Carlos to be a direct threat against their “chances.”

Though it had been frustrating being met with childish threats and petty insults in your comments, you hadn’t really held it against any of them. You remember being a teenage girl and crushing on a celebrity. Deep down you knew you never had a chance with them, but that hadn’t stopped you from hanging posters in your bedroom and doodling their name beneath yours inside of scribbled hearts in your diary.

Regardless, it had taken close to a month for the negativity to die down, and you hadn’t had Lando then, either, so now shouldn’t be much different.

In fact, everyone on the Manchester City team━ trainers, physios, media coordinatiors, and anyone inbetween━ has been very polite about everything between you and Garrett. A lot of them have just avoided saying anything about it, which you’re very grateful for because you don’t think you’d be able to hold back your grimace while thanking them for their well wishes, and the few who have mentioned it typically only say something vague like a wishing you the best of luck or hoping you’re happy.

An intern gave you a sympathetic smile the other day, and you’d nearly burst into tears in the middle of the office of the Director of Communications, so you know you aren’t truly alone in this.

You just feel alone.

Exiting the bathroom is a simple affair. There’s no one standing post outside ready to give you any shit for being hidden away, and nobody comes sprinting around the corner as you make your way down the hall to the press conference room that’s been temporarily turned into your base of operations.

You think you’ll probably be able to go the rest of the afternoon without running into anyone, when you open your door and find━ sitting in the front row of the seats typically saved for journalists and the press, scrolling across his phone with a disinterested look painted across his face━ Jack Grealish.

“Jack,” you greet, a bit shocked. You close the door to the room gently behind you, and cross the distance to your desk. “Did we have a meeting scheduled? It must’ve completely slipped my mind, I sincerely apologize.”

He offers you a polite smile. “No, we didn’t, so no need to be sorry. I actually just wanted to check in. See how things are going with everything.”

You blink at him in surprise. Apart from Garrett, you haven’t really had much time to speak with the other players. They wish you good morning and good afternoon when they see you, and if a ball goes astray they always call out for you to watch your head, but between their morning training and their afternoon training, their strategy reviews at lunch, and the frequent in between meetings with physios, nutritionists, and trainers, they don’t get much time to chit chat with a simple photographer.

You clear your throat, “Erm, it’s going well. I’ve gotten some really good shots these past few days. There’s one with Rodrigo that I’m particularly proud of. It should do well with the fans.”

“And things with Ward?”

You purse your lips.

“Figured.” Jack sighs. “Look, nearly everyone you run into here knows or has at least some inkling into what he’s like. He’s a prick. None of the lads on the team like him, it’s why the managers are trying to get him out of here.”

You lower yourself down into your chair. “He told me they were planning to trade him off because of his reputation.”

Jack scoffs, “Yeah, ‘cause that’s the ‘official’ reason. They can’t cut his contract early for legal reasons, so they’re waiting for it to expire and coming up with an excuse for why they ain’t re-signing him. It’s really just ‘cause the rest of us can’t keep dealing with his massive ego and the fact that he’s a misogynistic fuck who doesn’t know the first thing about respect.”

“Fucking tell me about it,” you mutter with a sigh.

If he expected you to defend Garrett and is surprised by the fact that you haven’t, Jack doesn’t show it. He looks relaxed sitting across from you, like you’re having a casual conversation and not actively shit talking a member of his team. It gives you the impression that he knows significantly more about Garrett than you do, and that because of what he knows he probably figured out that one party in the relationship is not the most willing of participants.

“How’d you get all wrapped up it in then? Didn’t figure you to be the type to go after pricks like Ward.”

You debate over whether you should tell him or not. There isn’t much Jack can do about the situation regardless, but it would at least get things off your chest and if someone else knew then maybe you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

There’s only so many days you can spend hiding out in the women’s restroom trying not to bawl your eyes out, and you’ve already reached your limit.

You heave a sigh, “It’s kind of fucked up really.” A pen on your desk catches your attention and you start to fiddle with it, avoiding Jack’s eyes which have focused directly onto you. “He asked if I would help him fix up his reputation by pretending to be his girlfriend so he could show everyone that he’s matured and can hold down a steady relationship. When I told him no, he threatened to make up a lie about inappropriate conduct to get me fired and blacklisted from the industry, so for the sake of preserving my career I agreed.”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Jack murmurs, shaking his head. “I’m real sorry he did that, Y/N.”

You shrug. “It’s happened, so, there’s nothing I can really do except wait it out at this point.”

When you look up and meet his gaze, Jack looks murderous. His hands are clenched into fists on the armrests, knuckles white with the strength of his grip. His brows are furrowed, and his lips are twisted downward in a scowl.

“If you need anything,” he starts, “let me know. And I mean it. We all know how Ward can be. He’s a knobhead. So if you need anything━” his emphasis on the word and what that implies makes you feel more comforted than anything has since the whole fiasco started, “━then you let me know, or you tell one of the other boys and they’ll find me, alright?”

All you can do is nod.

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━━ a/n: no lando yet, but we've got a cutesy little grealish scene to make up for it because i couldn't have a story with manchester city and not include him! lowkey writing this part made me wanna write for a footballer too... anyways! hope you all enjoy!

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where your heart truly lies ✾ l.n - II

❧ in which you and lando are not together, right?

❧ part one – next part

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maxmaxmax how does it feel to live my dream? 😭

y/nnation hope you have fun bestie <3

landosgfuser have fun! 😊

y/nlovemax Arianna what are you doing here? 😭

daisieee lando's girlfriend in y/n her comments? What has the world become?

lanlan so this means they're good, we can stop being dramatic

fewtnorris where's maximilian?

y/nusername had to leave him with the babysitter

fewtnorris understandable, he's a hand full

hannaaa so we're just gonna pretend you didn't get caught getting real cozy with a guy in a relationship? 🤡

julieeeexo fr always knew she'd be a homewrecker

ynapologist lando's gf literally commented, I'm pretty sure they're good..

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landonorris thought I was your favorite?

y/nusername nah you're a close second

nnorrissfour break up with your gf if you want to continue this clown show man :/

riayn just some banter between friends my god relax 💀

nnorrissfour sure whatever floats your boat love..

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iveneverlookessogood girl you need to be in the garage every single race..you bring luck, never did I think a 1-2 would be possible for ferrari 😭

leclerc_16 did ferrari invite you or charles? 👀

hotchilissinz exactly because I don't think ferrari arranged having lunch with Charles infront of the hospitality

leclerc_16 kinda sus if you ask me..

tifosired hey god, it's me again..

sainzleclerc time to become an influencer so I get invited to Grand prix too :((

landonorris wrong team but okay

y/nusername red's my new favorite color

landonorris 😔

norrisbob now you made him sad, say sorry 😔

charlielec Charles and y/n is such a random duo..

ynnorris lads she got invited by ferrari it doesn’t mean there's anything going on with Charles an y/n.

zhou_ey you're right, maybe she's here for carlos 👀

fewtrelllando sis really said i can't have lando might as well switch teams and man 💀

charles_leclerc red really suits you 😉

ferraripain CHARLES DON'T DO THIS TO ME

faby/n what is going on in the house of commons?

sharl16 Charles this one belongs to norris, get your own girl 😉

yukisan are you not allowed in the McLaren garage anymore? 😭

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[holylulusworld]

Forbidden lust (2) - Kinktober 1

Summary: It's time for payback. And more fun with your "stepdad".

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Homewrecker kink

Warnings: no real stepcest, smut, unprotected sex, doggy style, breeding kink, homewrecker kink, gags, past cheating, mentions of character’s death, more plot than expected

Catch up here: Forbidden Lust

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Part 2/3

Two weeks after the incident at Bucky’s office, …

After the day in Bucky's office, you ended up tangled in each other most of the time. It’s a wonder that he didn’t break you yet.

You find yourself pressed up a wall or bent over any surface the moment Bucky lays eyes on you.

He’s obsessed with you. 

If you don’t stop him, Bucky is all over you. Even in front of people.

Steve walked in on you more than once. He learned his lesson and tried to remember to knock before entering a room. 

Today you wanted to talk about your father’s last will but ended up pressed against one of the sliding glass doors at Bucky’s penthouse leading to the balcony.

Not that you would ever complain about getting destroyed by his glorious cock. The problem is you don’t get things done with him around.

Just like right now. Instead of talking about your father’s last will, and what Bucky’s friend the lawyer, and the private investigator he hired found out, you are doing it like rabbits again.

“Shit, you look so good filled with my fat cock. You’re meant to be full of me all the time. I’m gonna…fuck…” Bucky jerks his hips harder into your ass. He’s close to losing himself inside of you once again. “I’ll fill you up and breed this cunt. Dot will be furious seeing you round with your stepdaddy’s bastard.”

Dressed in his expensive suit, only the tie he stuffed into your mouth missing, he fucks the neediness out of you. He groans and curses your name, all the while praising you. 

You whimper behind the makeshift gag in your mouth. It’s all you can do. Bucky cages you with his body and presses your trembling form against the glass door. Your breath fogs the glass door, while the glass feels cool against your heated skin. 

“That’s it,” he places one hand against the window, right next to your head. “You always take my cock so well. Mouth, ass, pussy. All of your holes are just perfect. Unlike Dot’s dry desert.”

His crass words have you on the edge. Only thinking of Dot knowing that you fuck her fiancé makes you lose control every single time. You are so painfully close to your orgasm that you’d do anything for the man ramming his length into you.

“B-ucky,” you moan behind the gag. “P-lease…”

“What do you want?” he whispers in your ear, chest pressed against your naked back. “Do you want me to tell you that you stole me from Dot? That you’re a bad girl fucking a taken man?

You can only nod. Bucky knows about your kink. Because he won’t let you fuck taken men, he pretends to be engaged to Dot once in a while.

“Let me just,” he pulls out to push you onto the couch. You squeak, but don’t fight Bucky when he spreads your legs to slide back inside of your dripping cunt. “That’s better. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

Bucky throws your legs over one of his shoulders, holding them in a tight grip as he starts moving again. 

“Maybe we should send her a video of us fucking?” He smirks darkly when your eyes become glassy. “Oh, yeah. Your cunt just squeezed me tight enough to hurt. We could just let her walk in on us again. I’ll show her your cunt stuffed with my cum.”

You grip your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers, all the while staring up at Bucky. “Cum for me, doll. I wanna hear you sing my name.”

“B-ucky,” you spit the gag out to moan his name. “I want you to fill me up. Show her that you’re mine now.”

“Fuck, baby doll.” He spurts into you. “Have all of me now…”

“Bucky, we should focus,” you whimper when he nips at your neck. Bucky has you pressed against another window; his arms wrapped tightly around you. “I mean it. We are at your lawyer’s office. He will be back any minute.”

“Just look out of the window and let me taste your sweet spot,” he smirks against you. “Andy wouldn’t mind watching me kiss my girl.”

“James, and Ms. Y/L/N,” Andy walks inside the room, a manila folder tugged under his arm. “Can we start? I’ve got another appointment in two hours.”

Andy isn’t very happy seeing Bucky and you make out like horny teens. He clears his throat to pull Bucky’s attention toward him, not your neck. “Bucky.”

“What do you have for me, Andy?” Bucky pecks your temple. He whispers in your ear, making your heart flutter. “Do we have anything against Dot yet?”

“I talked to Mr. Y/L/N’s lawyer. He was as shocked as Y/N and her uncle that Mr. Y/L/N changed his last will one week before his death.” Andy placed a document on his desk. He pauses to look at you.

Bucky and you sit down to take a look at the papers.

“I didn’t know any of this,” you sniff. “Why did he do this? One week before his death, he changes his last will. I don’t get it. I know Dot is a master at manipulating people. But this…” You shake your head.

“We don’t know why he did what he did yet,” Andy continues. “But we know that he came with Dot to his lawyer’s office. The private investigator and the computer forensics expert he’s working with will come in half an hour. Maybe they found out more.”

“What about the last will? Can you tell us more about it?” Bucky asks. He’s back to business and tries to focus on the task at hand.  

“The original will states that the house and all of his possessions will go to his daughter. He wanted his brother and Y/N to take over the company together.”

“I knew it,” you sniffle. “Something was fishy about his last will.”

“Doll, you need to calm down,” Bucky softly says and pats your thigh. “Don’t work yourself up.”

“I cannot tell you why, Mr. Y/L/N, I can only tell you that your father took the redacted last will home without signing it. Two days later, his wife came to his lawyer's office and handed him the signed papers.”

“Did you start without us?” You crane your neck to watch the men entering Andy’s office step toward his desk. “You couldn’t wait a little longer?”

“Name’s Jake,” one of them, a guy with blonde spiky hair, holds out his hand. “I’m a computer forensics expert. If you want me to, I’ll hack into any account and make your enemies look like a clown…or an alien. Whatever you like best.”

“Jensen, not now,” the other man says. Unlike his colleague, he’s a little gruff and more serious. “Mr. Barnes, Ms. Y/L/N, I’ve got some good news for you.”

“Ari, a pleasure to meet you again,” Bucky holds out his hand to greet Ari. “What did you find out?”

“I found it out,” Jake grins. “Little Miss Dottie falsified your father’s signature. Undoubtedly, your father never signed the new version of his last will. I checked it thrice.”

“We need to look into his accident too. The police didn’t want to cooperate with me so far. But I got an insider who will send me everything I’ll need,” Ari says. He watches your face fall and tries to choose his next words wisely.

"What do you mean? I thought the police said it was an accident," you watch Ari with worried eyes.

"I’m sorry to tell you, but I believe your father’s death wasn’t an accident…"

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“Homewrecker Pt.3”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, lowercase intended, angst, fluff- yeah

Summary: bada hires a babysitter.. but you own a daycare, why does she need one?

you and bada have now been together for about seven months now. you finally opened your own daycare and you have never loved anything more (besides bada and chae of course.)

your life has been great recently, except for the fact that bada has hired another babysitter.

it’s not that you were insecure about it. you know that saying how you get them is how you lose them, but that’s not the problem. the problem is why is she paying for a babysitter when her girlfriend owns a daycare? this was an argument you had a few times a week.

“y/n why are you so upset about this?” bada asks, taking off her makeup from the day.

“bada do you understand how dumb it is to pay a random to watch your kid when you have a girlfriend that owns a daycare? you don’t even have to pay me and chae loves me. she’s comfortable with me. why the fuck would you bring a stranger around her?” you say with a ‘the fuck’ look on your face.

“it sounds like you’re scared i’m gonna do to you what i did to howl.” she says.

“im not worried about that. i know no bitch will fuck you as well as i do. you’re too scared to look at other girls. why would i be scared?”

“i fell for you because you were sweet not cause you fuck me good.” she mumbles.

“doesn’t matter. like i said, you’re too scared to look at other girls. females approach you and you hide being me. i don’t think you’re gonna do anything i just think you’re dumb for wasting money. you could be putting that shit in chae’s college fund!” you say frustrated.

“don’t you get tired of having this argument every night?” bada asks.

“don’t you?” you reply. “if you’re tired of it then fire the bitch. put chae in my daycare.”

okay the babysitter isn’t a bitch she’s actually really nice but you’re pissed so anything is gonna come out of your mouth at this point.

“goodnight y/n.” bada says changing and laying in bed.

you look at her in disbelief and grab your pillow and a blanket before walking downstairs to the couch.

this goes on for another week. you started staying at your daycare longer than you needed to which pissed bada off.

it was day six of you staying till nine in the daycare when bada snapped.

“we’re closed!” you called out, doing some cleaning. you could’ve sworn you locked that door.

“is this what you do? sit here and clean to avoid having to see me at home?” bada says, leaning against the door.

ah right, she has the spare key.

“bada i’m busy.” you say putting the toys in new areas.

she sits on the couch, “chae is with her grandmother. i have time.”

“every talk is an argument bada. why would i want to come home to that?” you say angrily.

“because you argue with me! you start every single argument we have. over absolutely nothing!”

“because you’re still paying for a babysitter when you have me!”

“y/n i understand your frustration but there’s a reason i-“ you cut her off, slamming the toy box against the wall.

“what reason? what could possibly be valid enough to waste money like that?” you raise your voice.

bada doesn’t respond. she bites her lip before nodding her head and leaving.

you decided to stay the night in the daycare after that.

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after about a week of spending the night in the daycare, you went home. you and bada need to have a talk. you sigh walking into the house when you hear sniffling.

“and i’m not sure what to do. we’ve just been arguing.” you hear your girlfriend say. “she hasn’t been home all week i just…”

“maybe you should break up with her. you’re sitting here crying over someone that doesn’t care about you.” you hear the babysitter say. you walk closer and see them sitting on the couch. you want to interrupt but something tells you not to.

the babysitter, you don’t really care about her name, leans closer to bada, wiping her tears. “you’re very pretty, you shouldn’t be crying over her.” she whispers before leaning in attempting to kiss the crying woman.

you step out but bada backs up. “woah,” she sniffles, “i might be crying over my girlfriend but i’m still very much with her and in love with her. i mean the whole point in me hiring you was cause i didn’t want chae spoiling the proposal. i love my girlfriend.”

“proposal?” you say out loud, cringing after you’re caught.

“baby…” bada says quietly.

you hold your hand up, “you need to leave.” you say to the person sitting on the couch.

“whatever. i could’ve treated her better.” she says standing and grabbing her stuff.

as she walked out of the house, you pushed her before slamming the door in her face. not knowing (or caring) if she fell.

“y/n.” bada sniffles.

“you were.. gonna propose to me?” you question.

“well yeah. chae… chae can’t hold water. remember when she spoiled your birthday necklace? it was convenient having the babysitter cause she can get all the energy out and by the time you get home she’s sleep or she forgot all about it.”

you feel tears hit your eyes, “bada.. fuck i’m the worst girlfriend ever.” you pull her into a hug.

“you’re not the worst ever. but you kinda suck.” bada says making you guys fall to the couch then cuddling into your chest.

“i’m so sorry.” you whisper into her hair. “i love you so much. i promise i’ll spend forever making it up to you.” your hand rubs her back.

“mhm.” she mumbles. she closes her eyes enjoying the feeling.

then chae runs down the stairs. “mommy!! oh.. hi y/n!! did mommy propose to you already?” she asks climbing on bada’s back after noticing the tears in your eyes.

bada groans, “see what i mean?”

Taglist (open! comment to be added!): @waveartistry @sun-nyy @yngtort @elliesblkgirlfriend @jennamc75 @m0r0s1111 @seungxstar @badasbebe @lil-elliesgf @currentfications

a/n: this is gonna have like 2-3 parts😭love y’all

[konigceo]

imma be spilling some of my lore to u guys !!

tw: uhh none really. just horrible friends and horrible people :3

ok so basically i have this friend, we're gonna call her w, and she's been my friend since like 6th grade, she's my bsf. i moved middle schools bc she was going to another middle school and i literally do everything with her.

then in 7th grade i met this girl, lets call her m. i became friends with her and me, w, and m have been a trio since then. but this year, w and m became friends with 2 other girls, lets call them k and n. i knew k and n since last year. we had a few classes together. i was actually kind of friends with n at the time. we weren't best friends, but i trusted her.

m and n have a few classes together and that's how they became friends. same with w and k. they also had a couple classes together. n and k are best friends btw, they've gone to all the same schools. anyways, me, w, m, n, and k now all become friends.

i have a little bit of history with n tho. last year when i was dating my ex, i was friends with n (like i mentioned.) i trusted n and saw her as a friend, so i told her that i was dating my ex (lets call him s.) obviously i was wrong in trusting her, because she told my entire grade that i was dating s. (s was kind of popular and i wasn't, so it was kind of a big deal ig. i was an ugly loser back then lmao)

because n told everyone a SECRET, a secret that i told her to keep to herself, i didn't trust her anymore. now back to the present.

this all took place in novemeber/december of last year. anyways, k was dating a girl i knew, lets call her z. k and z dated for about 2 months before breaking up. i won't go into the specifics, but they broke up because k acted like she was dating n instead of z. mind you, k and n were best friends, and n even had a crush on k last year.

i'm friends with z, and she told me more details, but the point was that n was a homewrecker. and i honestly agree with her. n has trouble keeping things to herself and has trouble respecting people's boundaries. i really didn't like n now, not only because of the shit she did to me, but also the shit she did to z.

now, i told w and m all of this, since we were all friends. i told them that i wanted to drop k and n, especially since no one else liked k and n at this point. they were really rude to everyone else they used to be friends with. but w and m said no, and that they wanted to stay friends with k and n until they did something wrong to them.

and i was pissed at this point. but i just told them that they could stay friends with k and n, but that i wouldn't be friends with them. so i'm not. i'm trying my best to avoid k and n now. i'm spending my breaks with z and her friends, c and d. they're really nice, and i really like z a lot.

but now i have a problem. z told me that m has a crush on k, and that's why m was gonna keep on being friends with k. so i confronted m about this. i asked her if the reason she wouldn't drop k was because she liked her. and m said it was true, and that she didn't only like k romantically, but also as a friend.

now i'm fucking pissed. i'm so fucking tired of telling m the same thing over and over, that k and n are bad people, that i don't like them, that OTHER people also don't like them. that we're the only people friends with them. and m doesn't care. and i'm fucking pissed.

i'm thinking about dropping m and w. but it honestly isn't that easy. i've been friends with m and w for so long, and they know everything about me. they know my secrets, they know about this blog, everything. and i'm fucking terrified that one day, when i eventually drop m, that she'll tell someone about this blog, and that i'm a fucking loser who writes porn on the internet. i'm fucking terrified.

my parents have been thinking about moving, so that's good. i really hope that i move. that way i'll be able to get away from m and n and k. i still feel really bad though. i've been friends with w and m for so fucking long and the thought of dropping them is still so scary. i don't wanna be friends with n or k, but i still wanna be friends with w and m. especially w. she hasn't really done anything wrong, even if she doesn't care that n and k are bad people.

i don't know what to do now. i think the best for now is to move away and forget about everyone.

lmao thank you for reading this far guys !! i'm just really stressed with school work and this whole friendgroup thing. i'm so sorry for the lack of fics. i can't promise you guys anything, and i'm really sorry. i'll try to get back on track soon enough. thanks for all the support :)

[hakureiryuu]

part 1

episode 2, and I just noticed the episode titles that call the flashback b plots minisodes. what's that about?

not-quite-a-liveblog ahoy!

crowley looks so effing weird in this outfit?? maybe it's the glasses, they're so anachronistic, almost steampunk.

I actually thought he was talking about isaac or something here lol

birds flying away after crowley firebombs the goats lmao

saying that eve was the first human birth implies that she is adam's daughter???? which I guess makes about as much sense as a single breeding pair populating the planet, we all know how much inbreeding that would take.

(side note: I remember this Flood adaptation movie that had emma watson in it. noah wanted to kill off all the humans and just let the animals survive. he said while watson was pregnant that if her twin kids were boys, they could live and humans would just die out. but if they were girls who could grow up to be mothers, he would kill them. and I'm like, implying that their father/grandfather/uncles would be the ones impregnating them? nevermind the incest, what about the age gap??? but anyway)

ofc when gabriel claimed to be an expert in human birth I immediately thought of mary, but that hasn't happened yet. I mean it makes sense that this idiot would think eve counts, but couldn't he at least make it to cain??

there's something to be said about this story and elspeth's story connecting virtue with economic status. aziraphale appears to think about that when it's pointed out, but takes entirely the wrong lesson from it, as we see with elspeth later.

"but no one would ever find them- actually that's a great idea" it reads as aziraphale not wanting to deal with gabe's bullshit rather than agreeing with it, as though he hasn't done variations of the same thing for years. I still laughed tho XD

oh hey, "every day" was gonna be the original opening song for the first season! what a cute reference that will likely have little to no further relevance!

this was the point where I was like "why the hell is crowley just hanging out in that same alleyway all the time? wait a goddamn minute, did shax take his apartment?!"

it's so cute how maggie takes aziraphale's social cluelessness in stride.

the jukebox at the resurrectionist is just like the bently turning cds into queen, what a cute reference that will likely have little to no further relevance!

trumpets sound, archangels approach.

saraquel miraclling a ramp lmao

gabriel's attempts at flyswatting never work!!!!!!

I'm assuming all those newspaper clipping say "every day" etc? for some reason? someone correct me if I'm wrong, I would really love to know.

also why is he DRAWING gabriel? later he just needed it to show someone, but why not take a picture? I'm sure you have an ancient camera where you have to hide under a blanket lying around somewhere.

shooing motion miracle at the pub, hahaha

I was a good deal sus of this plan to ship nina and maggie when nina already has a partner, but that was before I realized lindsay is a piece of shit. still, it's not like they know that either! ineffable homewreckers, they are.

everyone's talked about how crowley's first thought re: romance is taking shelter from the rain 😊

but my asexual brain is somehow always teetering over the gutter, so when he said "get them wet" I blinked a bit XDD

JANE AUSTIN WHO???!?

"you think you know someone..." "she had balls!" "what?"

actually it wasn't a what, it was a well. as in "well that's not relevant to my point" like, sir, did you know this already? in what context??

meanwhile back in job's era they're having a bit of a tense discussion. this is explicitly after the flood so it makes sense that aziraphale absolutely does not believe that crowley wants to kill some kids. I wonder why lying is such a big theme in this episode? I haven't been able to really boil it down yet.

aziraphale's smug grin really breaks the tension though XDD

jemimah is adorable. the others are the product of rich parents.

these two are playing chicken with children's lives, but hey, it's about the trust 😌

"can I be a blue one?" I love her

aziraphale discovering food is so deliberately gross, why this?

so many complicated feelings from both of them about god actually talking to someone.

god's pronouns are she/they, approved.

crowley says see you in hell but the next day when sitis is about to flip god off he says actually let's walk this all back pfffft

"reach into his robes... no, higher."

when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, they share a very special hug...

aziraphale stating flat out with no equivocation that gabriel was awful is such a huge step forward for him 😊

(while pausing to write this I noticed that john hamm is credited simply as jim, love that for him)

this is the 2nd time aziraphale has insisted "our" in the face of crowley's "my" I'm sobbing

good omens inside good omens, gomensception

aziraphale really took that "see you in hell" seriously though huh.

the gentle, simple way he says "I don't think you'd like it" hurts me and heals me.

"you're not like me because you're a demon, you're like me because you don't want to toe the party line." y'know lining up their meetings - the wall of eden, the ark, and now this - must paint a very interesting picture of aziraphale for crowley. we always thought that crowley fell for this angel nigh immediately and spent the rest of time orbiting him. now I think aziraphale fell into crowley's orbit, and crowley gradually learned more and more contradictory (and therefore interesting) things about him. like the shelter of the wing, it's all reversed in this season.

[bronzecats]

Current version of the Vriska Serket playlist.

All the non-soundtrack songs, with pertinent lyrics:

Don't Have to Like You by The Pack a.d. (Vriska says fu Eridan) "I don't have to like you if you bring me flowers, I don't have to like you cry for hours."

Room of Angel by Mioune. (Spidermom song) "So many seeds have been sown in the field, and who could sprout up so blessedly, if I had died? I would have never felt sad at all. You will not hear me say "I'm sorry" Where is the light? Wonder if it's weeping, somewhere."

Rocket by The Pack a.d. (Vriska has SHIT TO DO, get out her way) "What if I made all the stars go out for me? Killed the light that covers everything you see. Like a fire that burns and leaves its ashen heart I would be the rocket burning in the dark."

Girls by Marina and the Diamonds (Abrasive) "I feel I've been riding in a fast car. Burning dirty gas won't get you that far. I feel I've been riding up the wrong path, but I'm gonna make sure I get the last laugh."

Eight by Sleeping At Last (Go to be the hero even I'm a fucked up kid) "Now you won't see all that I have to lose, and all I've lost in the fight to protect it. I won't let you in, I swore never again, I can't afford, no, I refuse to be rejected."

Body Parts by The Pack a.d. (KA8OOM!!!!!!!!) "New, Things, Always shine, Lose, Things? Well, that's fine. You're such a freak x7 Go on, get your coat and cover up yourself, you're a disgrace. Barely even human body parts, will give yourself away."

Prime by Allie X (Scourge Sisters fucking around) "Why not give it a try? Be a beautiful monstrosity. When you're just getting by and happily terminal. Yeah, breathe it in 'til we're high. Healthy isn't fun or amusing. Forget what I need, give me what I want and it should be fine."

It Took Me By Surprise by Maria Mena (Tavros/Vriska or John/Vriska song) "It took me by surprise, the hatred in his eyes. I've pushed this man as far as he could go. But he lacked the words to let me know. He acted out, now I concede it is my fault."

8 by The Pack a.d. (M8ke her p8y) "I could break you, you could break me, we could do that but I think that. My robot can kill your robot with the power of my mind. I know your pain and share your pain, let's have, soup together I'll lift a rock and kill the world and then we'll have lunch. I, Think, Your, Friends, Would, Hate, My, Friends."

Blood Sisters (another Scourge Sisters song) "Secrets we keep 'til death. I promise you, I swear to you. Burn out 'til nothing's left. You know the truth, it's all for you. Hiding the things we do, torture me, I won't confess. We took an oath for life, my little murderess."

Homewrecker (Ah, insecurity) "I'm only happy when I'm on the run. I break a million hearts just for fun. I don't belong to anyone. I guess you could say that my life's a mess. But I'm still looking pretty in this dress, I'm the image of deception."

In for the Kill by La Roux (Gotta go kill Jack) "I'm going in for the kill, I'm doing it for a thrill. Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand, and not let go of my hand."

You Can't Stop Me by Guano Apes (Gotta go find the weapon and defeat English in the dreambubbles) "Why are you coming out to see the road of last destination. I won't look back for the shadows, they're growing up to me. We're trapped in this song, so we leave them to head our salvation. Another you, another me, where's the difference, tell it to me. You can't stop me, to love the world with all its lies. (keep it to myself, keep it to myself) You can't stop me, I'm close enough to kiss the sky (keep it to myself, again)"

Be Your Man by Katy Rose (relationship fuckery) "I'm gonna be your man. I'll find your deepest place, of making you feel safe, and then I'll let you be afraid again. I, I'm gonna be your man."

Oh No! (general Vriska song) "Don't do love, don't do friends, I'm only after success. Don't need a relationship, I'll never soften my grip."

Dear Marie by Dessa (Vriska </> Kanaya song) "You said that I could leave you lonely in a crowded room. Just by smiling bright for everyone but you. And I'm embarrassed to confess it, but it all rings true. You said that charm of mine was easy to abuse."

Glory and Gore by Lorde (I'm your sav8or baby ::::]) "You could try and take us, but we're the gladiators. Everyone a rager, but secretly they're saviours. Glory and gore go hand in hand, that's why we're making headlines. You could try and take us, but victory's contagious."

I Don't Have To Try by Avril Lavigne (In charge) "Hey, you, follow me I'll take the lead, can't you see? Don't you question me, you just do what I say. I don't care what you're sayin', I don't care what you're thinkin'. I don't care about anything, get ready, motherfucker, 'cause I'm happenin'. I don't care what you're sayin'. I don't care what you're thinkin' I don't care about anything, get ready, motherfucker, 'cause I'm on the scene."

[highgardenart]

My Margaery Tyrell Playlist

and why I chose each song

1. Money, Money, Money — ABBA

“If In my dreams I have a plan

If I got me a wealthy man”

tyrell ambition. 2nd richest family in westeros. that is all.

2. King— Florence + The Machine

“I am no mother,

I am no bride,

I am King.”

I want to be THE queen type of beat.

3. Girls— MARINA

“Is there any possibility

You'll quit gossiping about me

To hide your insecurities

All you say is "blah, blah”’

Margaery @ Cersei [and it’s the truth.]

4. Under Attack— ABBA

“Under attack, I'm being taken

About to crack, defenses breaking

Won't somebody see and save a heart?

Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart”

Margaery when the High Sparrow takes over. [or in show canon when the Sept is blown up.]

5. I’ve Had Enough— Melina KB

“If you're so mature now

Then I think it's time you grow up

Admit you did it

We all know you did it

And yet you still gaslight me up”

We all know you blew up the sept, Cersei… This works in book canon too as a Margaery v Cersei song anyway.

6. Monarchy of Roses — Red Hot Chili Peppers

“Several of my best friends wear

The colors of the crown”

Do I even need to explain this?

7. She’s A Rainbow— The Rolling Stones

“Have you seen her dressed in blue?

See the sky in front of you

And her face is like a sail

Speck of white so fair and pale

Have you seen a lady fairer?

…

Have you seen her all in gold?

Like a queen in days of old

She shoots her colours all around

Like a sunset going down

Have you seen a lady fairer?”

These are all colors show Margaery wears. Even though she really should’ve been wearing GREEN

8. Spider in the Roses— Sonia Leigh + Daphne Willis

“Don't get to close too that garden that she's growing

Yeah, there's a spider in the roses

She's so beautiful, yeah and she knows it

But there's a spider in the roses”

She was raised with help from the Queen of Thorns, after all.

9. She Had the World— Panic! At The Disco

“I don't love you I'm just passing the time

You could love me if I knew how to lie

But who could love me?

I am out of my mind”

Margaery & all of her pretender king husbands.

10. Daniel In The Den— Bastille

“And you thought the lions were bad

Well they tried to kill my brothers

And for every king that died

Oh they would crown another”

The Lannisters are out for Tyrell blood. In show canon Cersei DID in fact kill Margaery’s brother

11. Killer Queen— Queen

“She's a Killer Queen

Gunpowder, gelatine

Dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind

Anytime”

Everyone loves the Rose of Highgarden. Except Cersei

12. Homewrecker— MARINA

“Every boyfriend is the one

Until otherwise proven

The good are never easy

The easy never good

And loving never happens

Like you think it really should”

Margaery @ Joffrey

13. Power & Control— MARINA

“Power and control

I'm gonna make you fall”

Once again: I want to be THE Queen.

14. Liquid Smooth— Mitski

“I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too

And feel my skin is plump and full of life

I'm in my prime

I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too

I'm at my highest peak, I'm ripe

About to fall, capture me”

The Tyrell’s fall from grace.

15. Valentine, Texas— Mitski

“Who will I be tonight?

Who will I become tonight?”

I feel like Margaery always adjusts to who’s around / who she has to please. It’s why she’s such a good player in the Game of Thrones.

16. The Other Woman— Lana Del Rey

“The other woman is perfect where her rival fails”

In my opinion Margaery is the perfect foil to Cersei. I will totally make a post about this.

17. She Wolf— Shakira

“Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it

Starting to feel just a little abused

Like a coffee machine in an office (aaa)

So I’m gonna go somewhere closer

To get me a lover and tell you about it…”

Margaery in all her loveless marriages. But also, Margaery in my crackship head canon. Margaery x Jon. Get it? Wolf? Stark????

18. Backstabber— Kesha

“That you have got a set of loose lips

Twisting stories, all because you're jealous

Now I know exactly what you're all about (what you're all about)

This is what you're all about

Girl, you're such a backstabber (stabber)”

This is just a giant @ Cersei imo.

19. Holding Out for a Hero— Frou Frou

“I need a hero (hero)

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light

He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon

And he's gotta be larger than life”

This version to me very much says I DONT need a hero I’m badass on my own

20. Oh No!— MARINA

“I know exactly what I want and who I want to be

I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine

I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy”

Once again: Tyrell ambitions!!

21. Kiss from a Rose— Seal

“And now that your rose is in bloom.

A light hits the gloom

On the gray”

Doesn’t need an explanation

22. Seventeen— MARINA

“You'll never find out what happened

The day I turned seventeen

The rise of a king and the fall of a queen, oh

Seventeen (Seventeen)”

Margaery’s rise to power in a nutshell

23. Cassandra— ABBA

“Sorry Cassandra, I didn't believe

You really had the power

I only saw it as dreams you would weave

Until the final hour”

Listen to the whole song. Lots of Tyrell imagery.

24. Babooshka— Kate Bush

“She wanted to test her husband

She knew exactly what to do

A pseudonym

To fool him

She couldn't have made a worst move”

Poor Margaery constantly in loveless marriages.

25. Cassandra— Florence + The Machine

“Well, can you see me? I cannot see you

Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view

In this blindness I'm condemned to

Well, can you hear me? I cannot hear you

Every song I thought I knew, I've been deafened to

And there's no one left to sing to”

Sparrow era Margaery losing hope.

26. Head Over Heels— ABBA

“I have a very good friend

The kind of girl who likes to follow a trend

She has a personal style

Some people like it, others tend to go wild

You hear her voice everywhere

Taking the chair

She's a leading lady”

Cersei loosing her shit over Reach fashion. Also, whole song reminds me of Margaery. A powerful woman paving the way.

27. Sharks— Imagine Dragons

“You think you're better than them

Better than them

You think they're really your friends

Really your friends

But when it comes to the end

To the end

You're just the same as them

Same as them

So let it go, let it go

That's the way that it goes

First you're in, then you're out

Everybody knows

You're hot, then you're cold

You're a light in the dark

Just you wait and you'll see

That you're swimmin' with sharks”

Margaery’s complex relationship with Lannisters/Royals. This can work for Alicent Hightower too.

28. The Wedding List— Kate Bush

“No, I'll never give the hunt up, and I won't muck it up

Somehow this is it, I knew, maybe fate wants you dead too

We've come together in the very same room, and I'm coming for you”

The Purple Wedding.

29. Holding Out for a Hero— Bonnie Tyler

I already have another version of this song here, but the original gives me ‘I DONT need to be saved, but true love might still be nice…’

30. Mary on a Cross— Ghost

“You go down just like Holy Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

Your beauty never really scared me

Mary on a, Mary on a cross”

Ignore the fact that this song is actually about getting head but… Mother on a, seven pointed star…. Sparrow Margaery.

[obesericewrites]

I told my close friend i have a crush on her she felt flattered but didn't return my favour and now she talks to me about her crush consider my feelings woman and i am okay with it but why she gotta crush on that toxic dude like wth he is a walking red flag me and her other friends tried to make her understand but she is being stubborn

1. He broke up with his girlfriend the moment my friend start talking to him

2. When my friend didn't feel right to return his feelings since he just had a break up

3. He once again got together with his girlfriend once my friend didn't want to get together with him

4. He flirts with my friend even though he have a girlfriend

I can tell more but i am feeling frustrated and with this i decided i am not gonna wreck your home anymore go and live your life i lose we shall meet in another life but seriously she should crush on someone else like she have lot of good dude around her like i know you can't control your feelings but still like wherever she go she attracts creeps (i hope i am not one of them) she had a stalker (her old friend i don't really know him personally) just a month and i am scared like miss girl please do calm down and walk toward the opposite direction

(she knows i am posting about her since i asked her permission i don't wanna be a creep but she doesn't know what i am writing)

- sincerely not anymore homewrecker anon

I heavily debated posting this as it seems very private and I’m glad you trusted me with this information. The only reason I’m posting this is because i felt like I had to just share my thoughts and maybe others who read this can help you as well!!

Here are my thoughts, it seems like she doesn’t seem to really care about those flags. Especially when they are so clear and transparent.

But the whole interacting with someone who broke up with their GF the second she started talking, only then to get back with said GF and continue talking; red flags all around. Even more so if she isn’t comfortable with his flirting.

We accept the love we think we deserve and she’s was (or is) attracted to people who are toxic. I get having feelings for someone who doesn’t return them and likes other people who are worse for them, but from what I’ve personally experienced…

…it’s a bullet being dodged.

But then again, these of course are my own opinions on a situation I am not familiar with nor know any personal information about so take what I say with a grain of salt. The whole attracting creeps and having a stalker is territory I’m not familiar with so I won’t give an option on it.

The whole situation seems exhausting so I hope you’re doing alright, no longer a home-wrecker gremlin. You are definitely not a creep based on how you respected her not feeling the same way and still show concern even after she shared how she has attraction for others.

You honestly seem like a very good person so I hope things go well for you in the future with this situation! ^^ 💜

[geekgirles]

Honestly, the agency guy's assessment on Minthe pretty much sums up her entire character: she's a pretty girl, but her attitude sucks.

I know I'm not saying anything new, but Minthe's problem isn't that she has issues, it's that she can't manage those issues.

She's stuck in a cycle of bitterness and self-pity she makes no effort whatsoever of getting out of. We all know recovery isn't linear, but Minthe's not even at the start line. She either berates herself, only worsening her already low self-esteem, or snaps and blames all her troubles on everyone else.

It's not Hades' fault she's miserable because he once made her feel like she deserved more; it's her own bad decision-making that's led her to where she is right now.

And the few times she does realise she's in the wrong, she doesn't do anything to make amends and change for the better (if my memory doesn't fail me, of course).

She's the one responsible for being in the situation she's in at the moment.

She's the one who let her insecurity and jealousy get to the better of her and mistreat Hades. She's the one who refuses to open her eyes and accept that Hades is working on his issues and learning to move on from them, while she's still stuck feeling sorry for herself. She's the one who pushed him away and into the arms of Persephone, who's the kind, gentle, and loving presence he's always needed. And she's stuck being lonely and friendless because she chose to listen to toxic advice instead of Thanatos, who truly cares about her.

I mean, Minthe herself witnessed Fish Bitch (not even gonna bother with the name) has no qualms getting rid of those that might inconvenience her. We're talking about a nymph who's a homewrecker in every sense of the word because she is 100% aware she's breaking a marriage and hurting Hera in the process (my queen deserves so much better, though). Minthe literally knows her "dear friend" is the most two-faced person she knows, and she still listens to her over Thanatos or any other reasonable figure in her life!

Even though I feel sorry for her, Minthe got what was coming for her.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

How about B, I, L, U, V for our big boi Theo? :3c

Sure thing, bub!! Theo hcs coming right up! 💙💙💙💙

I really hope you like them!!!! :3c

Fluff ABCs Template here for requests

Body -- What is his favorite part of her body?

Do y’all have any idea how hard it is for me to answer this letter without making this horny hours.

ANYWAY losing my mind because my instinct was to respond with “her tears.” And then my brain was like. Minnie that’s not a part of the body…that’s not how any of this works…But let’s pretend for a moment like I am valid, shall we?

No cap, I die on this hill. And my answer comes in two parts. The first reason tears destroy him like nothing else is because of how much she feels for the van Gogh brothers tbh. I think Theodorus is very accustomed to their situation being seen through a lens of indifference, a kind of “oh well, what can be done ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” especially. While he may argue that he’s used to it, he’s full of shit. It hurts every time–even more so because people are being dismissive about the person he loves most in the world (other than her, of course.) He’ll be silent for the most part, usually pretty stoic if those things come up, but the way her eyes glisten with tears just undoes him. He feels stupid to be so affected, but it’s something else entirely when somebody actually gives a damn. Somehow it's harder to keep his composure under that gaze...

The second reason is more about teasing. He can’t resist getting a reaction out of her sometimes, or seeing her brought to frustrated tears. That lovely blush overtaking the tips of her ears and face, to say nothing if it happens during nsfw hours. They make her face shine, a visible manifestation of all the emotion he tries so hard to deny–to run from–that it just moves him like nothing else. Where he can't find words or proper expression, she always does. Leonardo said once that a single glance at that man and you can tell he’s in love with art. And he was right, save that that kind of passion can be found in him again in moments like this. Alone, driving her to madness and pleasure.

It’s the part of him that belongs to her, and her alone.

Injury -- How would he act if she got hurt?

Lmao call Vincent instead of Theo if you actually want anything productive to be done about it.

I’m KIDDING mostly but to be honest I think he has a hard time hiding his distress when MC is hurt. If it’s something small he’ll try to play it off as mild irritation, muttering about oblivious hondjes and how she needs to be more careful. If it’s something like a bruise or a bandaged cut–maybe she bumped into something–he’ll just clumsily try to pat the pain away. Don’t try to hide it from him either because he has eyes like a hawk and will expose you. He’ll be a dumdum but it’s really sweet because he’ll be so gentle over such a tiny wound (it always amuses Dazai so much) that all the men will have to kind of hold back laughter. They don’t mean to mock the guy but he takes it so seriously it’s a little bit funny. Vincent is so unironically proud of him for being sensitive though and it’s enough to make a girl cry TwT

If it’s a very serious injury I am sorry but you are getting nothing but probably a panic attack from him. He doesn’t really do well with even the slightest suggestion of losing a loved one, so if she breaks a bone or experiences excessive bleeding–whatever the risk may be to her life–he is fighting to stay in control of his body’s response. He’s trying so hard to be strong for her, but he can hardly breathe and his vision is a little fuzzy and did they say she would be unconscious for a few days? Needless to say he’s a bit of a mess. Ideally, Vincent would do his best to help the guy stabilize while he waits for things to improve, but it’s touch and go for a bit there.

When she wakes up, he needs as much gentleness as she does in many respects. The stress attacks and constant distress have just resulted in so much tension and exhaustion, he doesn’t even have the energy for any verbal swipes at anyone. (I was going to say “he’s just a big puppy” but the irony hit me so hard I literally couldn’t finish typing the sentence). He just really needs lots of kisses and hand holds and promises she isn’t going anywhere, completely unprompted. Not to be emo (WAKE ME UP) but he really needs to be brought back to life slowly, in a way. He’ll get better with some time and assurance that she’s going to make it, but oTL hondje please, he can only take so many heart attacks in one lifetime.

Love -- How does he show her he loves her?

He does not.

I’m KIDDING but I stand by the fact that he’s more of a show than tell type of guy. He has a really, really hard time verbalizing everything that he feels, so I think the person he loves would ideally have to keep that in mind. He’s lowkey but very classy, imo. Gets surprise flowers every once in a while, buys groceries after work all the time if she needs things at home, always reliable with taking care of their finances (and in general). I feel like the thing about Theodorus is that he’s the quiet romantic; he won’t smooth talk or endlessly go on about love, but when she needs him? He’s there. Come hell or high water. When things are hard, when things feel impossible, when life just feels like one slap in the face after another–he’s warm and there and steady, leading her by the hand.

He's very proactive about just about anything other than expressing his feelings directly, so write that down--

Upset --How does he act when she's upset?

LMFAO catch him crashing at Vincent’s place tonight, no thanks murderous hondje ain’t it for me, sorry sweaty.

All jokes aside, I think he’s the type of guy who just has no idea how to handle it. I mean she’s the one that’s usually pretty stable emotionally, so when she isn’t it tends to be a big deal–the cause of her foul mood has got to be sizable. While he may be stymied upfront, will most likely go after the root cause of her distress and kill it with a hammer when her back is turned. Nobody upsets his hondje (unless it’s him) and gets away with it. The man has two modes: kill and more kill, and so he uses the second one as necessary in these situations.

That being said, it doesn't mean he's completely bereft of sensitivity. If it's a more sorrowful kind of upset, he'll try to make time for a lot of cuddling and pampering. Get her things she likes to eat/drink, rub her back gently, put on a movie she likes (even if it's boring to him). He hopes that some care and a few little distractions will be enough to calm her soon. He loves his hondje best when she's smiling, after all ùwú

Vaunt -- What is he proud of? Does he like to show her off?

Oh my goddddddd. Bih. If this man suffers from a cardinal sin, it’s pride I swear. Even if he’s Mr. Bad Mood Stink Face he will literally never say a bad word about her. There are so many people convinced he’s deadass got some kind of disorder because he has scary face, but also looks so delighted at the same time it's terrifying. Gets all puffed up about what a hard worker she is, how talented, how he couldn’t have done any of this without her. Even when he’s roaring drunk, now he just rambles on and cries about how much he loves her and Vincent and it’s beyond hilarious. Would throw down for her, would die for her, would steal a clown’s balloon for her–you name it.

She can do absolutely no wrong, so write that down.

Has a love hate relationship with showing her off (in the more blatant way) though because. Homewrecking. Does she look lovely in that dress? Undoubtedly so. If he sees one more gross lustful/covetous gaze directed at her though, he’s just gonna leave with her in tow. (He would throw hands but she doesn't like that.) Y’all know the whole Lord of The Rings’ “My p r e c i o u s” thing? That’s his vibe LMFAO. Depending on his mood he will either be like "hell yeah that's my wife you jealous bih, I'm the luckiest guy ever ik now buzz off" or he will just get more and more lowkey steamed until they leave.

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SHE WILL BE LOVED (Floyd Talbert X F! Reader)

Summary: Floyd drove for miles and miles, and still wounded up at the same door. Every. Single. Time.

Word-Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Slight mention of smut, past mentions of abuse/ rape

A/N: Based off of the Maroon Five Song. Not gonna lie, there old stuff is salvageable and can go hard, Overexposed is a great album. I have a love and hate relationship with this oneshot. I should be sleeping because I have to wake up at 7:50AM tomorrow but like...Floyd Talbert, am I right? Also, I'm working on dribbles. My inbox is acting strange so if you sent in anything, please send it in again, thank you! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Women say men are all the same; A gentleman, at least what Floyd Talbert considered him, proves women wrong.

Floyd Talbert knew he was no good. He didn’t consider himself a playboy , even though he charmed a new girl every week and possibly took them to bed, but he definitely knew how to play the game. Heck, his friends called him the master of the game. Girls back home and Europe loved it when Tab would break their young hearts with his dashing smirk. Every week, he’d have a pretty lady or two hanging off of his arms, giggling and smiling at anything he did or said. It boosted his ego even bigger than it already was. What was there not to love? He got whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and he always was satisfied in the end.

Guys wished they were him and any girl he could get his hands on simply adored him. Floud Talbert was like Hercules, but more conceited and naive. He was too young for marriage and too old for foolish games. He liked the flamboyant lifestyle he lived, it kept him on edge. Besides, who would Floyd Talbert, the one, the only, change for?

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“Busy night?” You questioned, leaning against the counter, overlooking the packed bar. There was soft jazz in the backing music, singing, dancing, and loads of drunken men. Most of them were Americans. Alborune had been hosting the Paratroopers in the quaint little town. On the weekends, the pubs would turn into total clusterfucks, at least according to your boss.

Your boss looked at you and shrugged his shoulders, throwing a towel over his shoulder. “Unfortunately, and a lot of damn drunks,” He cursed. You looked behind him, seeing the American soldiers sloppily dancing with the local girls and even some of the waitresses. You could see the soldiers, their breaths of beer and hands grasping the waitresses' backs and butts, spinning them around as swing music played in the black. You had worked in a pub and knew how these relationships ended; divorce or after an awkward one night stand. Unfortunately, you had experienced the two of those more times then you could count on your fingers. Not wanting to get hurt, you made it official that you were here to do your job, make drinks, and serve the men. Nothing else and nothing more.

You bit your lip, letting out an inhale, “Another Friday night at the pub.”

“Jus’ be careful, you hear me?” Your boss warned. He was like a father towards you; an old man with sweet eyes. He always made sure the waitresses in his bar weren’t being harassed in the pub. “And whatever you do-”

“Don’t get yourself into trouble,” You repeated as you tied the apron onto your hips, “I know. ‘S not like I’ll be getting into it anytime today, or at all.”

At the bar you worked at, most of the waitresses were the most beautiful women you had ever seen. They looked like they belonged in Hollywood with their soft curls, red lips, and large breasts. They were always either chatting up a storm with a Paratrooper, giving a paratrooper a motorboat, dancing with a Paratrooper, or sneaking with a Paratrooper to the back of the Pub. It was because they were beautiful on the outside, but not within. The men weren’t smart enough to see that. All they desired was a pretty girl to use and then dispose of the next day. It occasionally made you a tad bit jealous. You knew how childish it was, but you wanted to be that girl who was loved not only for her looks, but her personality. Loved for who you truly were. But you reminded yourself that it was better if you kept yourself out of the limelight.

You had begun your shift, taking orders and rushing to the counter to make two full trays of beer in your hands. The night was so far going well. A few of the men had hit on you, but it was nothing new or special. You simply ignored it, doing your mundae little schedule.

Rosie was one of your co-workers. She was everything you wished to be; pretty, bubbly, and got everything she wanted. Every week, Rosie would wrap another Paratrooper around her finger. However, she began to play their game as well. Rosie took pleasure in twisting the mind’s of the Paratroopers and breaking their hearts, finding entertainment in it. She was a tease and took great pride in it. As much as you wanted to be her, seeing the Paratroopers have drinking games and even fights over her hand in “marriage” or “too see her glorious caboose”, you stopped and questioned yourself with emotion and logic. Was she truly happy doing this? Was she trying to fill a void in her life? Was she more of an object then a woman? Was it moral of her to break hearts as well?

You saw Rosie sitting next to a young Paratrooper as they made out passionately, hands traveling across each other's bodies. You couldn’t help but look and see their burning desire and hunger for each other. Rolling your eyes, you walk around the crowded bar, the strong smell of Alcohol and vintage jazz pleasing your ears. Every table was full, and as much as you dreaded it, it was your job to go around and ask what the men wanted.

You approached the first time and put on a counterfeit red smile, tilting your head as you chirped to the men. They all turned to you, half smiles and tired eyes, begging for more alcohol. You simply took the groups and wrote down their orders, going from man to man until you reached the end of the table.

“And what would you like?” You asked, preparing your pen and pushing it against your tiny notebook.

The man at the end of the table was conversing with her friends. He first turned his head, greeting you

with his big hazel eyes. You observed his boyish features of ruffled golden hair, a babyface, and lightly tanned skin. Sure, he was handsome, but so was every other man in this bar. He looked at you up and down, a smirk forming at the edge of his lips before he turned his whole body around to face you. He leaned on the edge of the table and simply stared at you, like he was in awe.

“You,” He spat, earning a laugh from all of his friends.

Through your smile, you grit your teeth. “As If I’ve heard that one a million times..” It was a lie, that was the first time you had ever heard that in a while. You weren’t pretty enough to be noticed, but this time was apparently an expectation. “Do you want me to get you a menu?”

You pointed his finger at you, “Like I said-you.” He stood up and smirked, holding his hands out. “You-me, I think we’d make a pretty great match.”

“How would we make a great match If I’ve known you for less than a minute?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows. “I could be mean.”

“Oh, come now. You're gorgeous, I’m handsome.” He persisted. Great, not one of these. “Besides, I like challenges. Just be warned, I always win them miss…” He hesitated on your name before continuing, “Your name, doll?”

“Your order?” You said as you tapped your pen against your notebook. His little nickname had your cheeks flush a little. Thank god the pub had been litlety dimmed. “Please?”

“A beer and your name, please.” He politely requested. “I don’t believe I’m asking for much.”

You looked at him with a sarcastic and puzzled expression, “Why do you care so much about knowing my name? You seem like the type who would forget by the next morning.”

His friends made “ohing” noises like middle schoolers like a teacher would reprimand one of their friends. The cocky bastard let out a chuckle, flashing his pearly whites in a cocky smile. “Well, it depends. You’re feisty-I like it. Since it’s gonna be a while before we have anything going on between us, I best thought I’d make us familiar with each other. It’ll take some time for you to fall for me, but when you do, you’ll be lucky.”

This man could not be for real. It wasn’t a man, but a boy. But on the outside, he was so god damn handsome. He looked like a homewrecker, but god damn, he did a good job of being one. Your boss's word’s of staying out of trouble were lingering from your mind now, and so quickly.

“You’re not gonna shut up until I tell you my name now, are you?”

He shook his head, “Where’s the fun in that, dollface?”

You wrote down his order for beer and then looked up, a smirk, “Y/n. Now you?”

“Y/n, a good name for a good girl. I’ve met a lot of y/n’s, but none like you. They fell into my arms like flies, but you aren’t like that. Just yet,” He joked, earning an eye roll from you. “It’s only fair If I tronduce myself, Sergeant Floyd Talbert,” He gave you a quick salute before relaxing, ‘But you can call me Tab, your boyfriend, or that silver fox that swept you off of your pretty little feet.”

“I think Tab will be good. Just try not to forget my name now, even though my expectations aren’t very high.” You sassed. He gave you an air kiss and you simply gave him a side eye, holding the tray and notebook to your chest as you ushered back to the counter to retrieve Beers. As you prepared them, you thought about Floyd Talbert. There were thousands of men like him. Good for nothing players who were too damn handsome for their own goods. Floyd Talbert was the type of man your parents would warn you to stay clear of since their middle names were trouble in all capitals.

But if he was so bad, then why was he so good to look at it?

Back at the bustling table, Floyd had kept his eyes on you. He watched your eyemove, like a hunter with its prey. He saw you converse with other waitresses, turn down compliments from other paratroopers, and do your job. He wasn’t one for formality, especially in the dating fields. It wasn’t what he was accustomed to doing. By now, the two of you would’ve been in the back of the pub, faulting to get your clothes off of each other for a wuckie. But you were different, you were a special case that Floyd knew would take a lot of investigating,

“Why’d you ask for her name?” Malarkey asked, knocking Floyd out of his trance. “You say it’s not good to ask for a dame’s name. You know, to make it easier.”

Floyd didn’t look over at Malarkey and simply stared at you, filling the large drinks with beer. He pulled on his lip, slumped on the chair. He always knew the answer for everything, he always had a solution.

But this time, it was different.

Floyd had gone into one of the bathrooms with a waitress, who simply smirked at him. Her whole face had trouble written her face, and so did he. She had red lipstick, bedroom eyes, and the nicest rack Floyd had ever seen. He knew from that moment that he would use his words to woo her. After a brief conversation of aggressive flirting, her and Floyd headed to the bathrooms with the blonde, angrily took their clothes off, and fucked. It was quick and there was not a single word spoken between the two. Floyd loved the attention and girls he got, but he never got a relationship or word out of them. He only cared for their looks, which even he knew was shallow. But it was all he knew how to do. If they seemed happy, so was he. But inside, was he truly happy with this lifestyle he lived? Did he like leaving a girl heartbroken the next morning with no goodbye? Did it make him happy?

And yet, he never asked for her name or had a small conversation with her. After they finished, she simply cleaned herself up and left, acting like nothing had happened. Floyd acted like that too, it was easy to put on a facade. He brushed back his ruffled hair and looked at himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw on the outside, but what did he like on the inside?

He still thought about the girl who had served him, y/n, who was not like his other targets. Y/n rejected his advances and twisted his words, which even Talbert found entertaining. He didn’t know this girl very well, but he wanted to. Flirt with her and talk to her, heck-even have a drink with her.

His hyperixation with Y/n wasn’t going to be ending anytime soon.

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So Floyd did what he did best-he kept coming back to the Pub. He would come with the men from Easy Company, and sometimes on his own. There he’d find y/n, who’d roll her eyes as he’d walk over and make another “amazing” attempt at flirting. His comments weren’t very creepy, after all, he was a gentleman. You had seen him around the bar before, but never learned his name. You always saw him as the handsome player with a blonde or brunette on his arm. Sure, he had that classic boyish look every girl and guy wished or wanted, but under all that hair gel and his pristine uniform-was he doing it all for his own pleasure? Did he think of women as toys he could throw away the next day, just like had been before? So you did what you did best-keep your distance and roll your eyes at his remarks.

But everytime he walked in and the doorbell would ring, signifying his presence, your hand would grasp against the cloth you were holding to wash down the bar counter..

Floyd kept his promise and kept being persistent with winning your heart. He’d walk in and lean against the counter, saying your name like a sweet singsong. You’d serve him a drink, and he’d tell you about his day and occasionally flex his muscles. At first glance, Floyd seemed a boorish boy; the one who’d brag how he’d conquer multiple women like they were countries. You knew boorish men all too well, and didn’t need another one to increase your pessimistic view on romance.

While much has Floyd loved to boast about himself, he also loved to talk about you. He always complimented your outfits, asked about your day, and even scared off the creepy paratrooper’s who’d get too close for comfort. When Floyd would talk to you, he’d look directly into your eyes and respectfully listen. And he remembered the tiniest of details, such as your little daughter or your neighbor, an edlery women, who’d pester you about marriage and cooking.

“So, how’s Ms.Walsh?” He asked as you placed a Beer in front of him. He had a shit eating grin on his face, so you already knew where this was going. “Did you tell her about your new man?”

You shrugged your shoulders and played it off, “Much to your dismay, I did not. I’m still single.”

“Funny that you say that, y/n. Next time, tell her that you have a very handsome and strong Paratrooper with a dog. I think Trigger will like Poppy a lot.” Floyd boasted as he kept his eyes on you, leaned against the counter with your arms crossed. “Poppy will get used to Trigger, just like us.”

Every Time he’d throw a remark at you, you’d throw it back with a tint of sarcasm. You had learned how to play his game, but occasionally loosened up. Floyd wasn’t a bad guy at all, his ego was big, but he didn’t have any cruel intentions when it came to you. He treated you like a human, with feelings and emotions. He always asked about your day, how you were, made you feel better when you were sad, and did anything to make you happy. So you broke out of your ice a little and did what he did to you in return; show him kindness. You’d finally sit with him at the bar if it wasn’t busy and talked to him.

It was hard to deny, but as much as you hated it, you were falling in love with him. It was hard to resist him, his words were as smooth as silk. Whenever he’d see you, he’d call out your name and would make sure everybody knew you were his-or at least that’s what you thought. The girls you worked with in the bar tried to flirt with him, but much to your surprise, he would push them all away-just for you. All of his attention was focused on you, and only you.

You were beyond conflicted. Your head was telling you to simply be friendly and civil, but your heart was leading you to pursue this romance. You were torn between logic and emotion. One part of you loved him, one part of you hated him. You hated the way he made you feel, think, blush, and do things. Floyd was taking over your life, whether you liked it or not. Whatever you and Floyd had going on was no longer on thin ice. The two of you were deep in the water scuba diving, together.

The bar was busy at night, but tonight was different. It was less busy than usual and much quieter. The ambience was peaceful, soft souls playing in the background with the warm lights dimmed. Your manicured nails tapped at the counter as you observed the setting; some paratroopers drinking, a paratrooper cuddled with a fellow girl in town, and a waitress casually conversing with the costumors. Only a few more hours and you could finally return home with little Luna, nestled in your warm bed, alone and safe from the cruel world.

The little bell on top of the door had rang, alerting the whole bar of a new customer. You turned your head and bit your lip upon seeing the incoming danger. Great, your shift had just become a whole lot more entertaining.

Floyd was donning his new uniform, cap and gelled hair. He strutted across the bar to you, knowing that he was handsome. He knew he was hot shit and wanted to make sure everybody knew. He came up right to the bar counter and leaned against up.

“Miss y/n…” He greeted in his boyish voice, looking up and down at your figure as he usually did. He stopped at your face. You never wore makeup, and if you did, it was barely noticeable to the naked eye. However, Floyd noticed you looked different tonight. You had a bright shade of red on your lips, a light rogue pressed onto your cheeks, and a soft eyeshadow to match your (y/e/c) eyes. It was soft, just like Floyd perceived you as. “Are you wearing makeup?”

You nodded and looked down, feeling your heart skip a beat. You tried to snap back at him, but your body forced you to look and not embarrass yourself. “Yes. I suppose I try something new, to make myself look somewhat put together.”

Floyd looked puzzled at your response, “Put together? You always look gorgeous, I don’t know what you mean.”

Keeping your gaze down, you were finding it difficult to be around him. The room got darker and you felt a cold sweat overcome your body. You weren’t asking for his sympathy. Of course he saw this and found another way to flirt with you. You refused to give him the satisfaction he wanted, even though you did enjoy his kind words. You shook your head, “You don’t have to lie, Floyd.”

“I never lie. Look at me, y/n,” Floyd stated as his fingers tipped your chin up. His grasp was as light as a feather. The two of you made eye contact with each other. His fingers rested on your chin for longer than you both expected. His long fingers slided away as he caught a glimpse of your face so close, noticing all the little features about you. “You’re beautiful, without all of this and with this. I don’t know if you could deny it. If a man doesn’t find a dame like you gorgeous, then they must need glasses.”

You looked at him and back down, scrambling to find your words. Romance was something that you hated. It should have made you feel happy and left you with a good relantishop, but instead you were left with broken hearts and scared. As much as you wanted to love and be loved, it was hard to. You were scared of getting hurt again but Floyd Talbert made you reconsider. And your mind was stubborn. You didn’t want to reconsider, all you wanted to do was stay in your old ways and be alone. But how long were the two of you going to play this game of cat and mouse? How long could it go on?

Every time Floyd tried to leave you, he always ended up back at your door, hoping you’ll finally open up to him; by either literally opening her door or letting him into her heart. Floyd’s way’s, the small and big things, illustrated his dedication to winning your heart. Floyd was willing to drive for miles to end  up with you, and he wished you would appreciate his effort.

“Well, I guess you need glasses then,” You smirked and turned around to fix Floyd a beer, his favorite drink. He always liked the glass to be half way since he wasn’t a real drinker, he was more of a social one. You had picked up on that after befriending him. But was he a friend? Someone who you were in love with? What was he to you, and what were you to him?

Placing the beer in front of him, you attempted to walk away, but Floyd even knew you weren’t getting away that easy.

“Sit with me,” He requested, patting the empty barstool next to him. You opened your mouth to protest, but he already beat you to it, “Nobody’s here. Just one drink, and I’ll leave you be.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked over and towards Talbert to sit across from him. Instead of patting the barstool, he was now patting his lap with a look of lust and humor. Knowing that he was teasing you, you chuckled and sat on the barstool.

“Okay, you have me now.” You said as you put your hands up, ‘Why do you want me here?”

“I wanna know the pretty dame behind all of the makeup,” Floyd responded as he pulled on his lower lip, “Tell me about you. Home, your cat, everything.”

“One minute you want to marry me, the next you want to know my life story…” You replied as you also leaned onto the counter, “If you want to know so badly, then you go first. Tell me your life story.”

And so Floyd Talbert did. He told every little detail he could about himself from his family, Kokomo, his love for fishing, his four brothers-basically, his whole life story. Floyd had no problem openly sharing his problems with the world, especially you. He was fine telling you about his dad not being present, working odd jobs in high school, not attending college-he was ok with it. He accepted and loved himself, as you could clearly see. You on the other hand couldn’t understand how open he could be with himself, in relationships and in general.

The hard front of Floyd’s boot gently kicked your heel, his toe caressing against your bare ankle. A chill was sent up your spine as you looked up at him, straightening his back.

“You seemed so interested that you started drooling,” He commented, a smirk on his face.

You gave him a puzzled expression before you could notice the sticky sensation at the corner of your lip. Groaning in embarrassment, you looked for a napkin to wipe the drool from. Before you could find a napkin, Floyd had grabbed a handkerchief from his breast pocket and grabbed your chin gently, wiping the side of your mouth. He held you like you were made of glass, easily broken by a little infraction, which was partially true.

Once Floyd removed his fingers, he handed you the handkerchief. “Here, for you.’ He slicked his honey hair back, “Some ladies would kill for that.”

Hearing the comment, you rolled your eyes and shoved it into your apron. ���Hardy Har Har, thank you.”

“Ok, enough about me. What about you?” Floyd said as he scooted his chair towards you, resting his arms on the counter with his chin gliding against his palm. “I’d like to know more about my dame.”

You looked at him and back down, biting your lip. A sarcastic comeback crossed your mind, but somehow you couldn’t spit out the words. The possessive word made you freeze in place as your grasp tightened around your drink. Nobody had called you in years.

“I’m no one’s,” You stated, taking a long sip of your drink, “I’m boring. I grew up in Albourne, always have been here. I have a daughter, I like to read, smoke, I-”

“I know that, but I want to know what’s in here.” Floyd pointed a finger at your head and heart. It was sweet, and even adorable. As much as you wanted to give into his warmth, the ice that surrounded your heart began to freeze.

“Come on, darling. Don’t play so hard to get, I know it’s not easy. Just loosen up a little for once. I can tell you that I’m stubborn, just like you. I like a challenge, and I always win,” Floyd cockily stated, which only pushed your buttons. The closer he scooted his chair towards you, the more you felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. “Stop being so scared and jus-”

“My goddess gracious, shut up!” You exclaimed loudly, burying your hands in your face. Floyd, respecting your wishes, shut up and was left speechless, his face contorted. What had he done wrong? He hadn’t touched you at all.

“You know, I’ve been with guys just like you. Total flirts, sleep with whoever they want and do whatever they want. They don’t care, just as long as it doesn’t affect them. God forbid If a woman does that, she’s considered a whore,” You ranted, “Guys like you are bad news. You treat us like objects that you can use and then throw out the next day. I know this game-you don’t care about me or my feelings at all, do you?” You looked away from him, holding back years, “After all, you said you wanted honesty, so there.”

Floyd was shocked at your sudden rant. He considered you sweet and quiet. This was the most he had ever heard come out of your mouth. Normally, he wouldn’t be moved by these things since they never occurred. This was his longest “flirting avvenire” he had experienced in years. His heart broke at your words. Being ashamed of himself, he attempted to fix what had been broken.

“Y/n, that’s not what you think. I know I’m like that, and it’s no excuse. But you’re…” Floyd stopped and let out an exhale with a red face, “different. When I first looked at you, I thought I died. I haven’t talked to any other dame since-you’re the only one that matters. I think about you whenever I’m not with you. Y/n, I think I lo-”

You let out a dry laugh, “Yeah. You may talk to me, make me laugh and say the sweetest things...but how many other girls are you doing that to? How many other girls have you shamed for being your property? How many girls have you slapped for looking at another man for less than a second? How many other girls have you forced yourself on and left them with a child you never wanted? Tell me, I’d love to hear.”

Floyd listened to your words carefully, analyzing them. The thought processed on his head, and instead of looking offended, his face softened. He looked sad and pained. Even though you had said a little, Floyd could piece together your past. He felt like an idiot for not knowing. No wonder you were cold and distant. From what it seemed, you had been not only physically abused, but touched without your consent and forced to take care of a child you didn’t want. Floyd felt terrible for you. It was no longer a game anymore, it was serious.

“Y/n...I’m sorry. I never knew. I feel like an idiot for not knowing. I’m not like that. I’d never do something like that I-”

“You sound just like him. All of you are the same. You put on a fake little smile and say sweet little things,” You ranted as you pushed yourself out of the chair to walk out. Floyd cursed under his breath and followed you right out, “Then bomb, under your control.”

“Y/n-”

Slamming the door open, your feet angrily stomp through the mud. You don’t care if you're sinking. You don’t know where you're going, but you want to be as far away from Floyd as possible.

You turned around and pointed a blaming finger at his chest, “Don’t interrupt me. You're so damn manipulative. From the minute you sat down, I could see that you wanted me in your bed. My biggest mistake wasn’t falling for you, it was thinking you had fallen for me.”

Floyd didn’t say anything and watched you turn over and run a hand through your neatly done up hair and makeup, which both became unruly.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. Floyd walked over and grabbed your hands in an attempt to win you back, “I know it’s cheesy, but you're changing me. I tried to move on, but I can’t. Just let me help you. I can be whatever for you. A friend, a lover, anything. I had no idea what you had gone through. Can you let me inside so I can help you?” He was serious, this was no joke to him or you, “Let’s stop this game of cat and mouse. Honesty is number one here.”

You threw his hands away and began to back away, black tears streaming from your caked face. The nice outfit, soft hair, and pretty dress all for him. It was blind ignorance. How dumb you felt and looked.

“Goodbye, Floyd.” Is all you said before you hastily turned around and left him alone. You could imagine his gorgeous face, all heartbroken. Deep inside, you hated doing this. Breaking hearts, just like Floyd did.

But you and Floyd were different. He was the archer and you were the prey in the big scheme of things. In your world, to prevent history from repeating itself, it is better to be safe than sorry.

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You always left your door unlocked. Albourne was home, you had  never left in. You knew your neighbors well enough. They liked you and your bubbly little daughter enough. Whenever you’d come home from work, she would run up to your feet and smile at you. Her smile would remind you of the man that shattered your heart, but there was something special about Poppy. She was not his, but yours, the light in that dark relationship. You made sure she was loved every single day and put her happiness over yours.

Another girl had taken your shift for the night, which made you relieved. You had a whole day to yourself, and Poppy. It was an indoors day due to the heavy rain. You accomplished from cleaning with the help of Poppy, some reading, and a game of princess and dragons. You were the dragon and Poppy played the role of the princess, and her stuffed animal the prince. The way she played the prince triggered the thoughts of Floyd.

After cleaning up, Floyd would infect your mind like a parasite. After you had bid him goodbye, you hadn’t seen him since. You had seen his friends at the bar and around town, but not him. Why did you miss him? You made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with him. You couldn’t stand being hurt again, even if a part of you, just a tiny one, considered feelings.

When Poppy had drifted off into a nap, you decided to go check out the rain. The garden you had built outside was weighed down by the heavy amount of train. You slowly walked into the rain as you felt your hair stick to your face and the clothes on your body become all moist. It was like taking a shower, it was beautiful. Closing your eyes, you tilted your head up and let the rain pour down your face and body.

The rain suddenly stopped falling into your mouth and clothes. Confused, you had thought it stopped raining. You opened your eyes and instead of a gray sky, you were met with the black top of an umbrella, being held by none other than Floyd Talbert.

“What are you doing in the rain?” He asked casually as he put a hand on your waist, walking with you to the cover of your house. He was drenched too, but you were soaking wet. “You’re gonna get sick.”

You blinked a few times to make sure what you were seeing and hearing was real. You stuttered and pointed at you, “Floyd...oh...I...how did you..?”

“Waitresses at The Pub. I got worried, I didn’t see you at the pub.” He explained not to sound stalkerish, “I looked everywhere for you because I needed to talk to you. Please, I know you hate me, but before I go, I might not come back. I rather tell you then die with it.”

You had forgotten there was a war that Floyd was a part of. He would soon be shipped off to Europe and be gone for forever or an indefinite amount of time. His hazel orb’s begged for your attention, and you were finding it hard to resist.

“Since you’re here...I suppose it’s only fair.” You accepted, “Go on.”

“I was thinking about what you told me, and it made me think too. I used to not do it a lot, until I met you,” He admitted, “Y/n, I know it’s crazy, but I could’ve sworn I died when I first looked at you. My heart stopped and I didn’t know what to say when you came over to me. You were sweet, quiet, and drop dead gorgeous. No other dame mattered to me, only you did. When I was with you, I only thought about you and what you wanted to do. You’re in my dreams and thoughts when I’m not with you. I think about you a lot, and...I love you, angel, as crazy as I sound.”

“I know what you’ve gone through and I’m sorry. But, I want to help you. I want to make you feel beautiful and loved. You know I’m there for you in whatever way you want, as a friend or a lover. I’m always a door away, and you know that y/n. But I love you more than anything in the world, and I want to show that to you in whatever way I can.”

You didn’t know what had triggered the kiss. Maybe it was Floyd’s speech, the hand on the small of your back, or his wet uniform. You didn’t respond with words and leaned in. Floyd didn’t protest and dived right into the kiss, his hands wrapped around your waist and back for support. The girls at your job were right, he was the best kieer you had ever met. He was gentle with you, his plump lips felt like heaven on your lips. It was a genius and heartfelt kiss. He could taste your lipstick and you could taste his cologne after the two of you had far gone.

There the two of you stood, wrapped in each other's arms as the rain poured down onto you.

You looked up and grabbed Floyd’s hand, nudging your head. “I’ll get you some warm clothes. I can make you a drink, if you please. Tea, coffee, anything.”

Floyd walked right beside you and pulled you in close for warmth. He planted a kiss on your wet hair, “You?” You looked at him with that motherly glare, which earned you a giggle. “You did say anything I wanted.”

“Well, I guess I did,” You raised your eyebrows and smiled. You leaned into his shoulder as you walked back into your little cottage, Floyd holding you close to his side.

You ended up serving him Tea. Poppy had woken up from her nap and followed Floyd around like a dog, believing that her wish of a father had come true. Floyd was intent on making Poppy’s dreams come true. Poppy would rave about the stories she wrote as you sat on Floyd’s lap, a blanket sprawled on your lap. His hand would play with the ends of your loose hair as you leaned in his chest, a soft smile on your face.

You had made dinner for three instead of two that night. As you cleaned the dishes, Floyd had read Poppy a story and sent her to sleep. He promised her that the next time he came over that she would get to meet Trigger and walk him. After Poppy had fallen asleep, Floyd came back to the kitchen and carried you to your room. The two of you got rid of your dirty clothes and left them sprawled on the ground, jumping into the bath with each other. He made sure that you were pampered that night as he washed your body and hair, massaged your back, planted kisses on your body, complimented you every other second, and did thousands of little things that would make a girl go head over heels. He took you to your bed and wrapped you in warm blankets and even made you a cup of tea. He knew he was going to get in trouble, but he stayed behind with you and cuddled with you until you fell asleep for “warmth”. It was cliche, but you absolutely loved it. Floyd’s radiance and warmth had melted away that icy barrier.

And with that, Floyd truly made you feel loved once again.

[jisungsmochi]

the arcade boy - ldh

the arcade worker ! haechan and customer!reader 

this is pretty cheesy ngl but i just saw this scenario in my head one day and HAD to write about it! this is also for @strawberryhyucks hehe <3 

this is also part of my nct dream job au !! you can read:

diner boy! renjun  bubble tea worker ! jeno 

word count: 2.9k 

feel free to send in requests / tell me your thoughts! thank you :)) 

//

“late again i see” the manager of the neo zone arcade, taeyong, shook his head at the puffed-out boy.

“sorry, the bus drove straight past me! i had to sprint here” haechan was still trying to catch his breath, hands grabbing the sides of the counter to stable his stance.

“it’s fine, rest up in the break room, and get ready to work in 10 minutes. got it?” taeyong responded in a calmer manner, feeling bad for the boy. haechan nodded, making his way to the break room.

“dude! i thought you were finally going to get fired” mark chuckled from the corner of the room, shoving haechan softly.

“i’m so close to it though. i need to find a more stable ride to and from work” haechan huffed again.

“here’s a thought! get your damn licence!” mark rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to him.

“yeah yeah, it’s not like i have a car to drive anyway! why do you think i’m working here?” haechan replied, laying his head flat on the table.

“you’re so dramatic, better get ready to work. taeyong isn’t gonna catch us slacking off today!” mark cheerfully exclaimed, waltzing out of the room.

“we’re seriously going to the arcade again? y/n, is it because of the cute guy who works there?” jaemin teased.

“what? no! i just want to win this panda plushie! is that so much to ask?” you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling called out by your best friend’s accusations.

“yeah sure, i’m only helping because i want you to get more coupons so we can get free food” jaemin chuckled, as you both entered the arcade.

“i’ll go get the tokens!” you announced abruptly, practically running to the counter. jaemin just shook his head in amusement, knowing the true reason you were so excited.

as you waited at the counter, your heart was beating a mile a minute. you crossed your fingers that haechan was working today. not like you two were friends, or even acquaintances. for a matter of fact, he was the cute boy at the arcade, who always happened to be working when you wanted to play some games...

“hello! may i help you?” a voice called from the side, causing your head to shoot up in anticipation. there he was. he had a black denim jacket over his white hoodie, with his name tag crookedly attached onto it. his hair was covered with a beanie, only some strands hanging out from his forehead. he had a bright smile on his face, which made you melt inside. you were pretty good at hiding your complete admiration for him. but haechan on the other hand, not so much.

it was well known between the arcade staff that haechan found you attractive. he would rave about you to mark, praising how good you were at practically all the games in the arcade. and most importantly, how you were his ideal girl.

“well why don’t you just go for her then?” mark always asks.

“because she clearly has a boyfriend! i’m not a homewrecker” haechan would respond. mark just shrugs and continues listening to his friend ramble.

“could i please have 10 tokens?” you smile softly at him, watching as he just nods and grabs some from under the counter.

“here you go” he hands you the bundle, his fingers grazing over yours. you shyly smile, while counting up the tokens,

“oh you gave me 15” you gave him a confused look, as he softly chuckled,

“just giving you some more chances to win that panda, y/n” he replied, looking down at the counter.

you were practically combusting at this point. he knew your name. well, considering you came there pretty much every day after classes, he would remember your face. and it didn’t take long for him to pick up your name, due to the amount of times jaemin would whine it when he wanted to go home.

“thankyou so much, haechan” you gave him a small wave before making your way back to jaemin.

“god you’re such a loser” jaemin teased, pulling you to his side and slinging an arm around you.

“i know” you just sigh, not seeing haechan stare at the both of you, feeling his heart tighten. he didn’t even know you all that well, so why did it hurt him so much to see you taken?

//

“see you tomorrow mark!” haechan chuckled as he removed his name tag from his jacket.

“i hate how you changed shifts” mark whined, watching as haechan waves cheerfully, practically sprinting out of the arcade. at the same time, he felt his body slam into someone else’s, much smaller.

“ouch” he heard the familiar voice mutter, his eyes widen with shock, looking as you were trying to stand back up.

“i’m so sorry” he mumbled repeatedly, helping you stand.

“it’s okay, that was pretty embarrassing!” you smiled up at him, which made him feel less worried.

“where were you rushing off to anyway?” he watched as you flattened down your shirt and look at him.

“i was uh, coming back to get that panda” you tried your best to not blow your cover.

“so determined for it, i might just have to break in and get it for you” he chuckled, as you laughed along. it was clear to you that he had just finished his shift. but you really didn’t want him to go,

“i’m hungry, do you want to get something?” you blurt out, avoiding his eyes. haechan was just as shocked, trying to contain his excitement.

“sure! i- i mean, if you want to” he responded, almost in a mumble. you looked over at him and smile before leading him towards the food court located right next to the arcade.

“you like curly fries?” he pulled out his wallet, waiting in line to order.

“of course! who doesn’t?” you slightly giggle, still not believing that you two were properly hanging out.

haechan just nodded along, before stepping up to order. you also pulled out your wallet, ready to hand him half of the bill. but he stopped you, paying for the meal himself.

“oh haechan, you really didn’t have to” you poured, walking with him to an empty table.

“it’s okay, really!” he replied, unsure of how to even act around you. for all he knew, you had a boyfriend. jaemin. who he believed he could never compete with. thoughts of being with you alone, gave him some mixed feelings, which you eventually caught onto. it made the atmosphere awkward at times during the meal, but you tried your best to not get you down. maybe he wasn’t that into you, you thought. on the other hand, haechan was mentally beating himself up, feeling guilty for asking you to hang out when you were taken. of course he was complete infatuated with you, but to him, he wanted to win you over. the right way. he wanted you to be his.

“thankyou for the meal, haechan. i am so full right now” you chuckle, walking with him out of the building.

“no problem! i hope you get home safely, see ya!” he hurriedly exclaims, not waiting for your response.

“oh maybe we should do it again sometime” you whispered to yourself. your thoughts consumed you once again, he’s definitely not into me.

//

“so you’re telling me, you guys ate together and he just left right after?” jaemin furrowed his eyebrows as you both were walking out of the school gates.

“yeah! he just ran off like he would rather do anything but talk to me” you sighed, mentally cringing at that moment.

“well maybe he was nervous!” jaemin shrugged, unsure of how to justify the clueless boy’s actions.

“or maybe he’s just not into me” you poured, slumping your shoulders.

“gosh you’re dramatic” jaemin rolled his eyes before ruffling your hair, you shoved his hands away, fixing up your appearance.

“i’ve never seen you like this, y/n. you must really like him” he continued to tease, skipping along the footpath while giggling at you.

“you’re a literal child, go buy me some frozen yogurt” you nudge his shoulder as you both walked to the nearby mall.

meanwhile, haechan was starting his shift at the arcade.

“woah you’re on time for once” mark teased, patting haechan on the back.

“mark, can i ask you something?” haechan mumbled, pulling aside the older boy.

“uhh sure what’s up?” mark gave him a concerned look, putting down whatever he was planning to do.

“i treated y/n to a meal yesterday, and well, i kind of ran off after, leaving her hanging” haechan explained, also mentally cringing at himself.

“god you really have no game. why did you run off? i thought you liked her?” mark questioned.

“well she’s clearly dating that guy she’s always with! they look like a great couple. i felt so guilty for being with her and flirting! like i’m not about to be a homewrecker!” haechan sighed, pulling at his hair.

“dude, i know you’re a good guy and all, but think about this. did she ever mention once that she had a boyfriend?” mark rolled his eyes playfully, resting a hand to the younger’s shoulder.

haechan shook his head,

“and was she actually invested in all your conversations?” mark raised an eyebrow,

haechan nodded in response.

“what i’m seeing here, is that she might be into you too. why else would she agree to eat with you, when she was walking into the arcade? she clearly didn’t come to play games! and she came alone! put the dots together dude, you’re supposed to be smarter than me!” mark shook haechan’s shoulders furiously, laughing at the clueless boy.

“oh god, what if you’re right?! i totally messed up with her!” haechan groaned, pulling his head down to face his feet.

“don’t be like that. if she’s still interested, she’ll come here again. you must have noticed she only really plays one game. the claw machine, AND it happens to be the machine closest to the counter. i’m just saying” mark shrugged, giving haechan’s a small nudge and heading off to finish his duties.

haechan stood, putting the pieces all together. he smiled to himself before helping out mark. maybe he stood a chance.

“y/n, i want to get an iced coffee! they have the deal with the little macaroons! ” jaemin groaned playfully, pulling at your arm as you lead him to the arcade. 

“i wanna see if haechan’s working, that’s all!” you rolled your eyes, “i’ll be quick!” you smiled, dragging your best friend who would rather be eating a good burger, along with you.

“code red” mark smirked, looking over at you, haechan’s eyes followed.

“w-what do i say? should i even talk to her? that’s the boyfriend” haechan mumbled, slowly pacing, avoiding eye contact with you.

“goodluck buddy” was all mark could say, before he left to fix a broken game.

you looked over at the counter, smiling at haechan. he smiled back, you took it as a good sign.

“see! it won’t be awkward, go talk to him now! i need to get that deal” jaemin shoved you softly before patting your shoulders and running out of the arcade.

you took a deep breath before taking small steps towards the boy. he could feel you approaching, and tried to pretend he was doing some ‘important work’.

“hi” your voice was shaky.

“hey” he responded, immediately drawing his attention to you.

“about yesterday...” you started,

“i shouldn’t have left you! i feel so bad” haechan admitted, avoiding your eyes. you let a smile creep up on your face,

“it’s okay. i actually came to ask if you would like to go out...again? like a proper...” you couldn’t finish your sentence,

“like a date?” haechan breathed out softly, trying to push away the feeling of excitement. you nodded enthusiastically, glad he was able to catch on.

“i mean, i’d love to, but i’m, wouldn’t your boyfriend he uncomfortable with that?” haechan stammered, nerves slowly taking over.

“boyfriend? you mean jaemin?” he just nodded, now knowing his name. you started giggling uncontrollably, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“oh god no! he’s wayyy too flirty for me. we’ve been best friends since middle school. he’s not my boyfriend” you explained. haechan automatically felt a huge relief, bringing himself to blush.

“i-im sorry for assuming! if i had known, i would have asked you out ages ago” he admitted, now it was your turn to blush.

“r-really?” you murmured, shocked at his words. you were about to continue the conversation when taeyong interrupted.

“i’m not paying you for small talk, so you will both have to finish this conversation after hours okay?” he sternly spoke to both of you,

“i’m sorry! it was my fault” you slightly pouted, which made haechan’s heart beat faster than it already was.

“it’s okay, i’m sorry taeyong, i’m getting back to work” haechan responded, watching as the older boy nods and walks to the back room.

“text me when you want to go on that date” you smiled widely, handing him a slip of paper with your number. haechan was speechless, never in a million years did he think he would get this far with you.

you waved at him before you left the arcade to go find jaemin to rave about the good news. mark approached the love struck boy, shaking his head while chuckling.

“ahh young love. my son has grown up!” mark fakes crying, haechan just shoved him slightly.

“whatever grandpa”

//

*new message*

haechan: hi! is this y/n?

y/n: yes! hi haechan! :)

haechan: about that date, i’m thinking we should go to the park? maybe have a picnic? i’m sorry if that’s lame

y/n: i think it’s perfect! let me know the location and time and i’m there!

haechan: sweet, i can’t wait :)

//

you put on your most flattering floral dress, hoping you weren’t dressing too extra. of course you wanted to spruce up your appearance, especially since its your first proper date. you sent some snaps to jaemin, asking for best friend’s opinions and all,

“dude, he’s gonna love it. that outfit POPS off” jaemin’s wise words stuck with you as you made your way to the park. you held a small basket with you, filled with small snacks you found in your house. you both planned to go to a ramen restaurant after, knowing your huge appetites.

you stood under the tree he suggested you’d meet, swinging the basket side to side softly. your heart was beating out of your chest. you were finally going on a date with the cute boy at the arcade. it excited you more than anything you had experienced.

“well hey there stranger” haechan’s voice echoed close to your ear, which made you blush. he pulled you in for a short hug, which you weren’t expecting. you let him embrace you, smiling into his shoulder.

“oh crap! you actually packed a lot of snacks! if i had known, i wouldn’t have just bought the mat and a random packet of seaweed” he softly sighed, you just shook your head in amusement due to his cuteness.

“it’s fine! i wanted to bring these just for you” you smiled as you both sat on the mat. haechan couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. as you were explaining the snacks you had brought, haechan was debating whether or not it was the right time to give you his gift. as you wrapped up your explanations, haechan looked up at you.

“i have a present for you” he blurts, nervously waiting for your response.

“what? haechan! you really didn’t have to! these are just some jam sandwiches-“

“no no, i’ve been planning to get you this for a while” he shyly admitted, watching as you started blushing. he pulled out a plushie from his backpack. your jaw practically dropped, it was the panda plushie you had been trying to get from the claw machine.

“oh my goodness! this is the cutest thing ever, well besides you anyway” you slyly slipped in the last comment, leaving haechan frozen.

you smirked at the boy, taking advantage of his clueless nature, by giving him a small peck on the cheek.

“thank you so much. how did you get this? don’t tell me you broke into the machine!!” you chuckled, imaging the situation.

“no no! i actually won it! i swear, even ask mark” he put his hands up in defence. you nodded along, admiring the thoughtful gift.

“haechan” you softly spoke, shuffling yourself to sit side by side to him, so that your shoulders were pressed against eachother.

“i really like you, i’ve liked you since i first saw you working”

haechan’s eyes widened, unaware of how long you’ve actually had feelings for him. he took your hand in his, smiling at you.

“i really like you too, for quite a while. i was just scared to ask you out” he sighed, gently rubbing his thumb over your skin.

“i’m glad we’re here now! i don’t regret this one bit” you lean your head against on shoulder, snuggling closer to him.

“me neither” he mutters softly, still playing with your hand.

the cute boy from the arcade became your boyfriend after that day. jaemin teased you everytime you wanted to visit haechan at work, and mark did not hold back with his teasing either. haechan made you feel like a kid all over again, carefree and happy, and you were eternally grateful he came into your life.

[redridinnghood]

Shitty Day | Rafe x Reader 🌺

~ Warnings: smut, some Curse Words

Rafe hated (Y/N). And (Y/N) hated Rafe that was actually not a secret. Rafe would always try to get under her skin. Provoking her, so she would snap. And she would just cold-heartily ignore his attempts. She knew he wanted her to be angry and therefore she acted like she didn´t care what made him even more angry. For (Y/N) Rafe was just another rich stuck up Kook kid.

There was at another Boneyard party. Kind of typical. But you would still go. Because the Day at Work sucked your bosses wife yelled at you simply for existing, insisting that your boss had to kick you out. And he did. Then your Car broke Down. To say your Day was Shitty was an understatement.

So you decided to get wasted and have a got time. You were sitting with your Cup near the Water. It´s not that you didn´t have Friends, you had plenty. But you just wanted to be alone. You were wrong thinking that you deserved one evening of. One evening just for yourself as Rafe came towards you.

“Hey Low life you already Drunk?” he said mockingly. You just looked at him smiling sweetly. “Hello Rafe nice to see you too.”  He grimaced at your sugar coated words. He crouched down in front of you. “You know what they say at figure eight? That you fucked your Boss and his Wife found out.”  “Shut the fuck up Rafe!” you stated angry. You weren´t in the mood for this. Especially since the alcohol loosened you and your emotions. “Finally the little Slut said something” He said softly laying a finger under your Chin. “So how’s your business going Whore? Or should I say Homewrecker.” He chuckled lightly amused at his own whole knew level. Before you could register anything you slapped him hard. His eyes widened. “Never call me like that again you little piece of Shit!” you shoved him hard so he fell backwards landing with a thud on the sand. Immediately you straddled his Waist. He closed his eyes expecting you to punch him. But you didn´t you shocked both of you when your Lips crashed on his. He responded the Kiss real Quick. His one hand found his place on your Lower Back and his second Hand was holding your neck. You had on hand on his Chest and the other one on the Sand to support your weight. You moaned slightly and his tongue slid in to your Mouth. The Kiss started to heat up even more. A fight between your tongue´s for Dominance.  Your hand was slowly going down to the Rim of his pants. And he made a strangled groan as you touched his member. Softly gliding over his tip. You broke the kiss you both panted heavily. “You know we should probably head somewhere.” You looked at him with Angel Eyes. He nodded giving you a sweet peck on the Lips which you didn´t expected. “Sure, you know my car?” he asked. “Yeah” “ Okay lets meet there in five minutes.” You just nodded and got up. The loss of contact with your skin made him whine a little. You got up and walked to your Friends Saying your Goodbyes. They understood that you wanted to go home after a rough Day like this.

Rafe headed to Topper and Kirk. Also saying goodbye earning a weird look as they just arrived at the Party and he haven’t even drunk something.

(Y/N) was leaning against the black Volvo. Rafe approached her by wrapping his arms around her waist and they shared another heated kiss until Rafe motioned to her to get in. She shoot him a questioning Look. “I haven’t Drunken anything.” She just nodded not in the mood for arguing she got in the Car. He was a good driver and there were good music softly playing. (Y/N) laid her Hand on his Thigh earning a sweet sigh and a quick glance. But they didn´t spoke to each other. Slowly she made her way up his thigh until they reached tanyhill. She smiled as they got out of the Car following him into the house and up some stairs. They entered a Bedroom.

As soon as he closed the Door he pressed her against it Kissing her again in a rough Manner. Softly he grabbed her Neck tilting her head to the side as he hovered her neck in sloppy kisses. He stopped at her Collarbone biting Harshly and making her pant heavily. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. As he made his Way over to her he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it in a corner. She admired him his well-toned skin. “Liking what you see?” he smirked. “Definitely” She answered honestly and his cheeks gave a light red tint. He hooked his arms around (Y/N) tights pulling her down to the edge of the bed. She giggled a bit and he was stunned by that Sound. Shoving your dress up he looked a few seconds at your panties before ripping them of. Rafe lowered his head between your thighs you could feel his breath on your Folds and you started to breathe heavily. Slowly he inserted a Finger inside of her never breaking eye contact. Making sure he wouldn´t hurt her. (Y/N) let out a shaky moan.  He turned his face biting in her right thigh and sucking leaving a beautiful Hickey. Rafe marked also the other thigh while pumping into you with one of his fingers. Then he lowered his face and started licking you clit while inserting a second Finger in to you. Her back started to arch and her body felt that warm sensation she loved. Changing his tactic on her clit he also sucked and bit lightly on it. Earning a loud moan from her every now and then. “ Rafe.. mmm.. I´m close” she was a moaning mess. But the way she said his name drove him Crazy. He kept goinig until he felt you clench around his Finger and shaking thru your climax. Nearly screaming his name in pure ecstasy. As you finished he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean while you looked at him. He looked so hot doing it.

After you rode out your high you sat up. Getting rid of your Dress. Stretching out your Arm. Grabbing his shorts and pulling him towards you. While you opened his shorts you started kissing his lower abdomen earning a few grunts. Letting the Shorts and Boxer fall to the floor. You wanted to return the affection but he pushed you back on the Bed hovering over you. Kissing you deeply. You could feel his Hard member at your entrance. God you needed to feel him. Breaking the Kiss he looked at you and you stared back. “You good baby girl?” he asked in a husky voice. You nodded. “I need you to say it. Tell me what you want.” He mocked. “I..I need you. Please Rafe.” Your Voice was unsteady and shaking. But you begging him to fuck you was everything he needed to hear as he pushed himself inside of you. You both moaned at the Pleasure. He started trusting in to you with a steady pace. Again He kissed you deeply. (Y/N) laid her Arms around Rafes neck bringin his Body Closer to hers. Leaving sweet kisses on his jaw and his Neck. Bitting down on the side of his Neck sucking until she left there a Beautiful blue and Purple Bruise.  Suddenly he thursted harder and faster into her. It was forceful, it was Rough but oh it was so good for her. As he reached a particular spot in her she made a strangeld noise and clawed herself in to his back. Causing him to grunt The Room was filled with their mixed Moans and the Sound of Skin against. Rafe kissed her one last time deeply before uplift himself on his feet. Changing the ankle which caused him to hit her G-spot perfectly. Her moans grew louder an so did his. with his Right Hand he started to rub circles on her clit matching his pace. He adored the look of pure ecstasy on her face. His left Hand found the Way around her throat gently squezing. He caught the look of suprise on her feature so he quickly wanted to pull his Hand away. but (Y/N) gentlyput her Hand on his, encouraging him to choke her. A Grin spread across his Features. “So you like it Kinky Babygirl?” “AH...MMM... yes”. encouraged by her he moved even faster. Rafe could feel her clench around him. Gripping tightly at his Biceps. “Rafey.. I.. I´m gonna cum..ah..” (Y/N) was Screaming as her eyes roll back. “It´s okay Kitten, I´m close too” Rafe grunted. A few more thrusts and they could feel like they wereclimaxing. (Y/N) moans turned it to silent screams eyes behind closed Lids. He came with her grunting and praising her. After some more sloppy thrusts he let himself fall next to (Y/N). Both breathing heavy laying on their backs.

Rafe Extended his Arm and letting (Y/N) snuggle up to his side letting her Face rest on his Chest. “You Okay Babygirl?” Rafe asked.” Yeah I´m good. I think i Need a shower so I probably should head home.” She said not really wanting to get up but she needed to since she was tottally covered in Sweat. Rafe got up motioning her to follow him into the Bathroom. As He turned around she saw that she left some Scratches on him. Chuckling she slowly got up following him into the bathroom. It was clear that the Camerons owned something like this a giant luxury Shower. You got together in the Shower and he turned on the warm water. again a sweet moan escaped her. That didn´t go unnoticed by Rafe. He sweetly kissed your Shoulder. “ Hey Low life have to admit you are gorgeous Naked.” he said mockingly with affection- She smiled “You not so bad yourself:” 

She turned around Pressing her chest to his and kissing him again. Passionatly he responded to her kiss. Than she broke it kissing down his Body until she kneeled Right bevor him. Taking his member in her Hand as she starts to stroke him. He got Hard again very fast. (Y/N) looked at Rafe raising her brows and he just shrugged. “Oh you really like me. Don´t you?” she asked Right before she took his Tip in her mouth. earning a raw grunt from him. “Oh Baby Girl you don´t even know how much i like you.. oh god you that feels so good.” He grabbed her hair. letting her get to a faster pace. he grunted and moaned. She just lets him Fuck her mouth to his pleasure.

Right before he would cum he let go of her Hair motioning her to stand back up. She did so and he pressed her with her chest against th wall. With one Hand he gently caressing her ass causing her to groan. “Baby Hands abov your Hand” He said in a low moan. The water slowly rinning down her Body looked like out of a Dream. Rafe didn´t know how he had gotten so Lucky. “Yes sir” (Y/N) responded with a shaky voice as she put her arms in the comanded Position. With his left Hand he pinned her wrists to the Wall with his Right Hand he grabbed her Hips pulling her towards him. Now she was Bend in a Beautiful ankle. Again he looked at her checking if she was okay. She was fine so he thrusted into her. “RAFE..MM..” She nearly cam as he just entered her again. Since everything was still so sensitive. He also let out a soft moan, loving the Feeling of being back inside of her. 

This time he started Right away with a merciless pace. Attacking her clit with his Right Hand. She already felt so warm and how her climax was Building up. She was moaning “MMM.. My Good Girl” Rafe groaned into her ears. That words sent her over the Edge, cumming and going slack against the Wall. Rafe catched her so she wouldn´t fall. He turned her around Pressing her Back against the Showerwall. Grabbing one of her legs and pulling it up on to his waist. Reentering her beefore she could come down from her first climax. “ Ah.. Rafey” her Voice sounded troubeled but so cute. Did she just called him again Rafey? He could get used to it. 

She adored him. The way the water slid down his fit Body giving him a glassy Shine. How his hair was dripping and lightly Falling in to his face. How his Green stared so affectionate into her (Y/EC) Eyes. She Never saw him like this. 

While his one Hand was Holding (Y/N) Leg up the other Hand rubbing again circles on her clit. Stealing occasional kisses. The shower was made the moans and the Skin against Skin clapping echo. Driving them both to their next climax. (Y/N) was a stuttering mess. “MM.... Ra-afey.. ah I..I.. About too ah.. “ she was panting and moaning.“Just a Little bit more Baby Girl. I know you can do it.” Rafe let out between grunts. After some more thrusts “Okay KItten.. you did sooo Good now.. Cum for me.” His head fell down onto her Shoulder. “ AAA.. MHM.. RA-AFEY”  she screamed out as her Body quievers. At the sight of her Climaxing he came into her. Grunting and biting into her shoulder that surely would leave bruises. He pulled out and she steadied herself against the wall. His Cum leaking out of her made him moan lightly. It looked so Good she was a piece of art. 

(Y/N)´s legs didn´t worked anymore so Rafe took her into his arms. Holding her and letting the warm Water embrace them. When he felt her calm down he handed her Soap. Shakily she cleaned herself than looked to Rafe who was laready clean. He helped her out of the Shower and drying them. Her eyes were heavy droping close. Rafe Picked (Y/N) up and carried her back to the bed. Gently laying her down. Walking to his drawyer he took out a boxer and a Shirt. Slipping the Boxer on and helping her into the Shirt. Laying down next to her and pulling the Covers over them. She snuggeld up to him. Her Head on his Chest. He gave a small kiss on her Head. “Goodnight Babygirl.” He said in a humming Voice. She was Tracing pattern onto his Chest. At his words she looked up at him. “ Goodnight Rafey.” She said giving him a last Peck onto the lips. Closing her Eyes she fast fell asleep. Rafe listened a Little bit to her soft breathing until he also fell Asleep. 

[jeonchan26]

Give Me A Reason...To Stay (Part 1)

Theme; Angst (Namjoon & Reader)

Summary; With all the hurt comes happiness, at least that’s what you thought.

Request; Yes

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    You couldn’t believe it, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. But why would it play such a cruel one? 

    You wanted to visit Namjoon at work it’s almost been three weeks since you last saw him but you knew that with their new comeback coming up he was extra busy at work. He would get home when you were asleep and leave before you woke up. You didn’t blame him though you knew that dating an idol was going to be hard but for Namjoon it was all worth it. 

    You figured that with everything going on Namjoon and the boys would be stress. You decided that they might need a little distraction. You packed all of their favorite foods into individuals baskets and headed towards BigHit. Once you got their you saw Jungkook first walking towards the elevator. 

    “Jungkook!” You yelled his name making him stop and hold the elevator for you to get it. “Hey Noona! What are you doing here?” He said with a big smile. He notices the baskets. 

“Do you need help Noona?” He said taking a few of the baskets of your hands. 

   “Oh thank you! They were heavy! But anyways I brought you guys some food. That basket is yours” You said pointed to the purple one. “Oh geesh noona thanks! You didn’t have too!” 

    Jungkook helped you delivered all the basket to the boys, they were all grateful that you took time out of your day to make them the baskets/ They loved that you decorated the baskets the color of their mics. You left the boys to find Namjoon who you figured was in his studio. He always seems to hide in there to create music. 

    You knocked on the door and heard a soft come in, “Hey baby I got you something” you closed the door behind you. 

     “Baby what are you doing here? You didn’t have to come all the way here” He smiled taking the basket from your hands. “Oh wow baby all my favorite foods!” He started unpacking the food and place on the table before putting the basket on the floor. “Come let’s eat!” He said sitting you on his lap you giggled and started feeding him.

“How is the album coming up?” 

    “Oh you know it’s getting their our deadline is in July and we are just about done with the last few songs” He said taking a bite of the food. 

    You were about to ask him something but were interrupted when a beautiful looking girl came into the room, you found out odd because usually people would knock before coming in.

     “Namjoon Ba-” She stopped talking when she say you and Namjoon. Namjoon quickly pushed you off him making his way towards the girl. You just stared at them confused.  

    “Irene baby what are you doing here?” You noticed Namjoon behavior towards her. ‘Baby?’ you thought he was reaching for her hand. 

    “What the fuck is this Namjoon! Who the fuck is she!?” She yelled pointing at you.

     “Excuse me who are you! Im Namjoon girlfriend!” You glared crossing your arms. You were trying not to break or show any weakness. 

     “Oh please! Im his fucking FIANCE!” You started at her in shocked you looked at Namjoon who was looking anywhere but you. His attention was either on her or on the floor never on you. You noticed the boys coming into the room due to all the screaming. 

    “That’s not possible! He is my boyfriend!” You stuttered trying to process what was happening. You looked at the boys and noticed them giving you pity looks. It was true, everything she said was true.

    “Namjoon, is she saying the truth” You whispered trying to make Namjoon look at you but he would just look away. 

    “Of course it is sweetie. You’re nothing but a homewrecker! Do you really believe Namjoon would date a girl like you! Why do you think you haven’t gone public.” She smirked. 

    “Irene wait for me in the studio okay! I’ll be there soon” Namjoon finally spoke after a while. You said Irene walked towards him giving him a kiss before walking out. The boys left giving you guys some privacy.

    You couldn’t hold the tears anymore they slowly started falling. “N-Namjoon w-what is going on?” You said walking towards him. 

    Namjoon sighed before looking at you, “I’m sorry (Y/N). I didn’t want you to find out this way. Irene is my fiance for a while now. She was gone due to her career and recently came back. I was only using you because I was lonely, you were there and I decided to take advantage of that. I-Im sorry I’ve never loved you” He said looking at you with pitiful eyes. “I never thought it would get this far” 

    You stood there angry, sad but mostly heartbroken, “So this part 9 months were nothing but a lie?” 

“Yes” 

   You felt like someone stabbed your heart pulling it out before stomping on it. You looked down at the ground trying to stop yourself from crying. “I guess that would explain why we were never public and you seemed happy about the fact that I didn’t follow you guys on social media. Guess I was stupid enough to believe that someone like you would fall for someone like me” you let out a sad chuckle. 

    “It was never my intention to hurt you the way I did..” Namjoon whispered. “But you did from the very beginning I was nothing but a distraction from her...Ima gonna leave you should send someone to pick up your stuff from the apartment. I never want to see you again, I was so stupid to have fallen in love with you.”

    You got up and started walking towards the door hoping he would stop you and tell you he loves you and that it was a mistake but once you closed his door you saw the boys waiting for you down the hall. They looked up when they heard the door close. 

    “You guys knew right? That I didn’t mean anything to him. That he was just using me?” You looked at each one of them and noticed their sad eyes turning away from you once you made contact with them.

    “(Y/N) We are sorry it was never our intention” Taehyung said. “No I get it he is your brother. Why would you guys care about my feelings right? Well it was good getting to know you guys. Mind if you guys pick up his stuff from the house.” You saw them nodding and you started walking towards the elevator.

    You don’t even know how you made it home but walking through the front door you felt the loneliness breaking down praying that this was just a dream.