anyways can you believe that besides willhelm everyone grew and saw through their mistakes and learned from them but willhelm is literally still out there making it all about his feelings and makes noora feel like shit because i can and he literally is an asshole i’m sorry but there’s no way to excuse his behaviour any longer, it’s always just about him and his feelings and he left noora alone again and drowned himself in work because he was so disappointed in her and he literally learned nothing at all
geniebjones said: Bts reaction to, during a heated argument, their s/o yells out “I hate you” for the first time pweez
awh this is so sad :(
He stops completely when he heard you yell those three words he always worried would come from you -I hate you. The two of you fought like crazy over tour schedules, and he knew how lonely you became when he had to leave for months at a time. This time, though, was different. His eyes would get teary and he’d stop fighting back.
“You don’t mean that. You don’t mean that, Y/N.”
The hurt in his eyes after you said it made him re-think what he was already saying to you. You two were fighting over his work schedule, and how he never answered his phone. He wouldn’t come after you after you said it, then ran upstairs to your room. And when you were out of sight, he’d let a tear slip from his eye before putting on his shoes and leaving.
You had gotten into a car wreck, and Jimin had the music too loud in the studio to notice his phone buzzing incessantly. He didn’t look at his phone for the next three hours, and when he saw that he had almost 100 missed calls from you, he called and called until a random person picked up - a nurse. She explained what happened. That evening, when Jimin walked in, you said those words, and he had no excuse.
“I hate you. You’re never there for me anymore.”
You guys were arguing over a pregnancy scare. You two fought constantly over the future but this time had really scared you, and it became this whole argument. When you said I hate you, he would swallow hard and rush to your side, hugging you and telling you that he was sorry with teary eyes.
Tae would just shake his head, too angered by the fight. He’d shake his head and continue to fight back at you, but he saw how upset you were, and went after you to apologize when you walked out of the kitchen.
You were both fed up with each other. It was the holidays and being around both families and each other was beginning to get claustrophobic, and you began to accuse each other of not wanting to be around each other’s families. It got heated, and when you said I hate you, he would stop and grab your wrist.
“No, you don’t. We promised to get through stuff like this, remember?”
He’d only stare at you and walk away. Suga isn’t the type to give up a grudge easily, but those words echoed in his head all night. He would think,“There’s no way she really hates me, right?”
The awesome @meltaocto cosplayed a whaler from @dishonored at the con this weekend. It was a great cosplay and I’m really looking forward to see how he improves it in order to compete with it in the future.
Description: Harry is mesmerized by you, and he wants you to move in.
Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Harry
Word Count: 834
If someone were to ask you a year ago that you would be dating Harry Styles, you would’ve laughed. That just doesn’t happen. The common people did not mingle with the higher class. Especially since you were working in a run down coffee shop that only had two customers within three hours.
However, you’re currently draped over Harry with both of your clothes on the bedroom floor in a heap. He was tracing shapes on your back as you lay with your eyes closed. You could tell he was pondering something, because his eyebrows were furrowed, causing creases on his forehead.
“What are you think about, love?” you finally asked, resting your chin on his chest.
“Hm? Oh, nothing, pet, just random stuff,” he quickly said. You could tell it was an excuse. Not pushing it anymore, you sat up and stretched. You walked over to Harry’s drawer and pulled it out, examining all of your options.
“D'ya mind if I wear a shirt of yours?” you asked, timidly picking up a plan white shirt.
Harry laughed. “Don’t you have your own shirts here?”
“Well yeah, but they aren’t as nice as yours,” you smiled.
“I don’t mind at all, love. You’ve already got your hands on one, anyway,” he sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
You smiled and pulled it over your head, not bothering to put a bra on. After slipping on some clean underwear, you sat back down on the bed.
“You want breakfast? I can make french toast or somethin’”, you suggested.
“That would be nice,” Harry leaned forward and gave you a kiss.
You were maybe ten minutes into making breakfast before Harry came downstairs into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. He watched you sway your hips to a tune you were humming or jump a little when you nearly touched the pan. It was mesmerizing and he couldn’t get enough of you.
Harry wanted to see you in his kitchen all the time. He wanted to see you in his bedroom, just laying in bed on a rainy day. Or see you with him on the couch watching a movie late at night until you fell asleep. He wanted to experience everything with you.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you giggled.
“What, now I can’t stare at my lovely girlfriend?” Harry asked, walking over and examining the mess you had made on the counter.
You watched his glance at the scene and you giggled some more. Harry couldn’t help but notice your nipples pushing against the fabric of his shirt. They would bounce ever so slightly every time you giggled. You followed his eyes and scoffed.
“Oh my gosh, Harry, you pervert!” you burst out laughing.
Harry cracked up, wrapping an arm around your waist.
You flipped the pieces of toast and set them on a plate for Harry and yourself. The two of you sat down and started eating.
“Oh, I have to stop by my place later today. Apparently I received some mail from a friend, I don’t know,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. You covered your mouth as you talked so you didn’t spill bits of food in front of Harry.
Harry nodded. “Yeh, that’s totally fine.”
You both finished eating soon after, and you offered to wash dishes.
“Love, you don’t need to do that,” Harry sighed.
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind doing it.”
Harry stayed and kept you company. You two talked for a while before you finished washing the plates. It was decided that today was going to be a movie day, so you set up the TV and pulled the shades. Even though it was a movie day, you knew Harry would only sit through one, maybe two movies. However, you didn’t mind. That’s just how Harry was. You would most likely get on your phone halfway through the movie, anyway.
Harry entered the room and admired how you sprawled across the couch. He was absolutely in love with you.
“I was thinking,” he started.
“Never a good sign,” you responded, sitting up to make room for Harry on the couch.
Harry playfully glared at you before continuing. “Maybe you could move in with me. The house is a little too big for myself, and it doesn’t feel like home if you aren’t here. If you aren’t comfortable, that’s fine, just say so, but-”
You laughed and squeezed his arm. “I would love to, Harry. I really like your house and you of course.” You smiled at Harry and nestled into his side, knowing that through the first half of the movie, you would be at Harry’s side. The second half of the movie, he would be laying on top of you, nearly falling asleep on your chest.
“Is that what you were thinking about earlier? You were in too deep of thought to just be thinking about ‘random stuff’,” you asked.
Harry laughed. “I mean, maybe. But we don’t need to discuss that.”
Of course Lance knew that Keith didn’t mean to say it cruelly but that was how it came across. As soon as It left his lips Lance felt his mouth close with a snap and his eyes turned down to the floor.
The conversation continued without him, as it always did, like no one even noticed that he wasn’t chiming in with his usual obnoxious comments. Lance knew that it had been an off hand comment but that didn’t make it hurt any less. After a few minutes of silence Lance couldn’t take it anymore he excused himself with a weak excuse.
“I have to go rearrange my closet”
It sounded weak to his own ears but he didn’t get any response from the team besides a halfhearted agreement before they all went back to discussing what to do about the invitation from the Balmera.
Lance made his way to his room with only his footsteps echoing throughout the hallway, No one chased after him and asked if he was okay, no one had even paused for a second once he had stopped talking.
Once he had made it to his room he kicked off his shoes and slumped against the cold metal of his door, his head tucked between his knees as he took in deep breaths.
“Don’t you ever shut up?” “God you can talk can’t you?” “Do you ever sit still?”
Loud, Obnoxious and In the way- All words one would use to describe Lance Mcclain.
“Don’t you ever shut up?”
That comment in particular stuck with him. It wasn’t nessicarily a new one but it was always one that had hurt the most. The first time Lance had heard it was from his Sister Isabella at age 11.
“Don’t you ever shut up?”
He had been talking about a new Dinosaur that had just been discovered recently. Maybe it was because he had been talking about it all week, or perhaps the stress of her studies had caught up with her, maybe because of the way he had been tugging her arm? he never figured it out but he knew that that was the first time he had heard the phrase.
“Don’t you ever shut up?”
That was the first time Lances smile had crumpled so abruptly, the first time his heart had twisted in the most painful way and the first time he felt his stomach twist until it hurt.
“Sorry Isabella” He had said quietly, his hands coming up to hide in his sleeves and his nails lightly scratching at his skin. He decided to keep the dinosaurs to himself from then on.
Lance sat on the floor with his fingernails digging into his arms as he tried to calm himself down.
‘He didn’t mean anything by it’
'Of course he did you’re annoying as fuck’
'He doesn’t think that!’
'Have you listened to any of the conversations you’ve had?’
Lance started to gnaw on his lip; A nervous habit that he was sure he had ridden himself of.
'Why am I even on the team?’
It was one of the questions he frequently asked himself but one that he never seemed to have an answer for. To be the teams sharpshooter? No, anyone could learn to shoot given time. To keep spirits high? All he did really was make everyone annoyed at him.
Lance felt a sense of panic begin to envelop him. Surely there had to be something? He ran through different things each time dismissing them before he finally slumped and buried his face into his hands with a defeated smile.
“I guess there really is nothing”
Lance felt his smile wobble before falling all together and fat tears began to slide down his face from between his fingers. He curled in on himself as sobs wracked his body and his chest tightened painfully. He sat there sobbing for minutes on end as all his failures and short comings seemed to rear their heads, His doubts making themselves known in the most painful way. He sat there against the door both terrified but at the same time hoping that the door would open and someone would find him there, crying and sobbing just so that they could force him to talk about his fears and hopefully they’d dismiss them all and make him feel safe and secure.
But the door never opened and lance was left alone long enough that he was forced to finally admit that he really wasn’t an important part of the team
History: Founded by Shownu and Wonho in the year 20xx, the Montella Family is a mafia organization in Seoul. They had been under the Stellanave family for a long time until the boss and underboss had a dispute that resulted in the division of the family which caused the family to fall apart. The Montella family chose not to side to anyone claiming that they do not serve any boss but instead they served the family. Those who shared their views joined the family and became an independent family. Their dealings range from smuggling to assassination. They have a few alliances in other families in Seoul like Banlidiche family, Seveno family, and Gotillon family. There are seven original members of this family that operated on their own while they were still getting started until their family grew.
Rules: 1. Do not kill unless it is absolutely necessary 2. Do not disclose information about the family to anyone outside of it 3. No one shall start any disputes amongst the members 4. All the operations must go through the boss or the underboss first 5. Should any member break any of the rules, they shall be given appropriate punishments
As one of the founder, Shownu became the boss by default. He is in charge of all the decision makings in the family. He comes off as a quiet boss but everyone in the family knows better than to disobey him. He does not show or demonstrate his authority causing the other six to be so relaxed around him and makes the rest of the family sometimes wonder if he really is the boss. But the original members make sure that everybody knows Shownu holds all the authority.
Shownu sits on a couch inside his office. In front of him is a glass table full of papers waiting to be read and go through. He massages his temples and takes a sip of his coffee. He picks up one document and reads it. It is a proposal for a whore house in the third district. He raises his left eyebrow upon reading it.
Who in the world sent this? Everybody knows I don’t do human trafficking.
He reaches for his phone and is about to call for his underboss when the door suddenly opens.
“Oh Wonho, I was just about to call you.”
Wonho looks at him, confused.
He raises the document and shakes it lightly.
“Do you know who sent this? It’s a proposal for a whore house. We don’t do this kind of business.”
“Really? Probably one of those assholes from Gendena. I heard they’re sending those kinds of proposals all over. You’re not obliged to reply to them though. Someone probably did already.”
“Oh is that so? Well, that’s all,” Shownu dismissively says.
“I actually came here to tell you something.”
Shownu just looks at him, a signal for Wonho to continue.
“I’m afraid we have a problem. The Banlidiche family seems like they have a traitor. All the documents about our joint gambling house in the second district is gone.”
“That really is a problem. Do they have an idea on who is this traitor is.”
“Not at all.”
“That’s a bigger problem.”
“What do we do now?”
Shownu thinks for a moment until he suddenly gets an idea.
“Well, we have someone who could sniff out clues.”
“Of course of course. How could I forget? I’ll go talk to him.”
Wonho is out of the door before Shownu could reply, but not even a minute later he peaks in the doorway.
“He hates the term sniff out, by the way. It sounds like he’s a dog.”
Co-founder of the family. He gave the role of the boss to Shownu because he believes he can’t handle that much power and responsibility, but he was willing to assist Shownu thus he became an underboss. He is the one who puts all of Shownu’s decisions into actions. He controls all their dealings, business, and operations. He is often teased by the original members except for Shownu but they also love and respect him as much as Shownu.
Wonho gets out of Shownu’s office and goes down the stairs. He goes straight to the kitchen to find who he’s looking for but is surprised when he does not find him there. He reaches for his phone to call him but completely forgot it when he saw the text message he received.
Eyey, heard Banlidiche’s got a snake and this one is sliii-ck. Second district already lost a million. Whatchu. whatchu gonna do?~
“Damn it,” he mutters in frustration and dials the sender’s number.
“Hello hello baby, you called I can’t hear a thing,” a voice from the other line answers.
“Min. This is no time to be joking around.”
“I really can’t hear anything. The house is so noisy. Lemme go outside first”
“Says the one who seemed like he swallowed a speaker.”
“I’m outside now. And I heard that but I won’t get mad because there are other things to worry about.”
“What was that text all about Min?”
“Exactly as I put it. This house already lost a million.”
“Would you care to elaborate?”
“Well, some group waltz in and they suddenly beat all the bets and took our money.”
“Are they still there?”
“Yup, they’re still taking some more.”
“Shit. Keep an eye on them. I’ll send in our boys now.”
“Wait. I don’t think the snake is here. You wouldn’t think that snake would go here immediately after his snakery right?”
“Snakery? Is that even a word?”
“Right?” Minhyuk emphasizes the word.
“Right,” Wonho concededly replies.
“Right,” Minhyuk repeats. “So I think the people here are his accomplices somehow. But we don’t want to act yet because they’ll know it’s trouble when we walk in~ and might blow our chances.”
“You’re right. But keep an eye for them anyway.”
“‘Kay. Say hi to daddy Shownu for me. His baby misses him.”
“Too much information Minhyuk. Why don’t you tell him that yourself.”
“Because I want him to miss me too.”
Wonho rolls his eyes.
“Whatever Minhyuk. Just do your job.”
Minhyuk’s hair might not be big but he knows everything about everyone. He likes to get random jobs everywhere to get information about anything even if it doesn’t concern their family. But he believes that any information is relevant. His way of getting information is a bit odd for others but he enjoys it because he gets to experiences different jobs and encounters different people. He also thinks that his way is unsuspicious and that no one would suspect him as a member of a mafia. People often take him as another gossiper but tend to trust him so easily because of his angelic face. He loves his members a lot though he loves Shownu a little bit more.
Minhyuk puts his phone down and places it inside his pocket. He heads for the gambling table where their target is playing poker. He observes them for a moment and notices that the player’s card seemed a little thicker than the normal cards.
He moves from the opponent’s side to the target’s and slowly approaches one of his companions, a woman wearing a knee length red dress.
“I was wondering what the crowd was all about and damn he’s good,” he starts. “Is he your husband? You must be getting luxuries.”
The woman looks at their suspiciously but then he smiles and he sees the woman soften.
“Oh no no. I’m just his glorified secretary.”
“I’m just another of one of his side girls. Capos like him get all the girls in the district since the bosses and under bosses are too busy making money.”
Bingo. But he still gotta play it cool.
He pretends to look confused and the woman laughs.
“Ah sorry. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh okay. But he’s not your husband?”
He stays for a few moments as not to seems suspicious, he makes comments every now and then to see if the woman can give any more information but when he feels like there isn’t anymore the woman can provide, he excuses himself telling her that he must get back to his cleaning job.
He decides to head back to the headquarters when his phone rings. He groans in frustration when he sees the caller ID.
Looks like I won’t be getting in daddy’s arms anytime soon.
“What?” he answers.
“I heard what happened. Wonho told me to call you.”
“Yeah. Looks like one of Bandiliche’s capo built a little gang. You heading there?”
“Yup. Are you still in the house?”
“Uh huh. I suppose Wonho told you to tell me to not leave yet.”
“He indeed did.”
Minhyuk groans in frustration again.
“Calm down Minhyuk. You’ll see Shownu soon. We’ll make this quick okay?”
“Fine. But you’ll have to bake me cupcakes when you get home,” Minhyuk whines.
“Yes! I love you Kihyunnie.”
Kihyun was a former detective who quit his job after he found out about the corruption within his department. He joined the Montella family thinking that he might as well do it in the right place if he’s going to do dirty work. He is in charge of investigating issues within the family like unsupervised assassination, stolen money from their stash, and unusual activities in their business.
Kihyun sits on the passenger seat of their car, listening to some random song the driver put on while looking at the passing scenes outside the window.
“We’re here sir,” he hears the driver say.
Kihyun immediately got out of the car and entered the massive building the car stopped in front of. A guy in black welcomes him and leads him to an office. He sees a man lying on the couch with a book covering his face when he enters the office.
“You may go now,” the man says to the guy in black.
When the guy is out the door the man sits up and looks at Kihyun.
“I’m surprised you have time to laze around when we’re almost going bankrupt,” Kihyun says to the man.
“Bullshit. One gambling house won’t affect our profits. Both of our profits. Your underboss just likes overreacting,” the man replies.
“Fair point. But I’ll have you know that Wonho doesn’t like overreacting. He just wants to be safe than sorry. Unlike you, Yoongi,” Kihyun fires
“Well do I have to apologize for being laid back Kihyun?” Yoongi fires back.
“Now now, no need to be so aggressive. I only came here to do my job,” Kihyun says.
Yoongi just stares at him for a while before his stoic face breaks into a smile. Kihyun smiles back. Yoongi stands up from the couch and leads Kihyun outside.
“So, how’s it going on your side?” Kihyun asks.
“Seokjin is still working on the CCTVs but seems like this one’s very clever. Hoseok is also asking around.”
“Uh huh. You should really work on the supervision on your capos. They could strike any time.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes at him.
“Right. So here’s the room that the document was stored,” He leads Kihyun in a room full of shelves. “And here’s the where the document was.” He points to a middle shelf.
Kihyun goes to the shelf and opens it. He sees that there is an evident blank space between the two documents. He looks around the room some more and sees a photocopying machine.
“You really shouldn’t store a photo copying machine inside a room full of confidential documents.”
“You think we don’t know that? That one’s already busted. Some idiot used it incorrectly and…”
Yoongi trailed off when he sees Kihyun looking at him with absolute horror.
“What?” Yoongi asks him.
“Yoongi why?” Kihyun says before rushing to the photocopying machine.
“Shit. Don’t tell me…”
“That idiot who busted this was no idiot. He stole another document and photo copied the gambling documents to cover it up.”
Kihyun suddenly started opening random shelves and going through documents.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks
“Finding the original document for the gambling house. He should have placed it in whatever document he stole as a replacement.”
Yoongi nods before helping Kihyun to find the said documents. After a few minutes of scouring and rummaging. Yoongi suddenly cursed out loud.
“Have you found it?”
“Yes, and it’s the documents for the imprisonment and release of the Raveeno family’s boss”
“Oh my god. Why would you keep a document for release?”
“Well, you never know when you’re gonna be needing them.”
Yoongi’s phone rang before Kihyun could say anything.
Kihyun watches as Yoongi’s facial expression morphed from worried to glee. He puts the phone down and smiles at Kihyun.
“We found the man,”
“Well I supposed our job here is done?”
“C'mon this is a whole family we’re dealing with. And don’t you want to create destruction together? Like old times? The world would love to see your Beauty and Beast and our Three Musketeers together again.”
Kihyun chuckles. “Go talk to Shownu then.”
Hyungwon is part of the assassination unit called “The Beauty and the Beast” His style of assassination is the quiet assassination wherein he charms his target and lures them to their doom. The family sends in Hyungwon for assassinations that is a one-person target.
Hyungwon enters the bar and scans the place for his target, the son and heir to a major conglomerate in Seoul. He sees him sitting on one of the stools on the counter. He makes his way to the counter and sits three stools away from his target. He motions for the bartender to get his drink serve while observing his target. Hyungwon picks up that he isn’t much of a heavy drinker and only chooses light drinks. He motions for the bartender again and tells him to make the strongest drink for his target. Once done, the bartender gives the drink to the heir. When he confusedly looks at the bartender, the bartender points to Hyungwon.
The conglomerate’s son looks at him and Hyungwon gives a smile before standing up and sitting directly beside him.
“You look like you could use some strong punch. You look a little down,” he starts.
He looks at Hyungwon, baffled, and speaks.
“I’m sorry. But I don’t swing that way.”
“Really now. A guy offers you a drink and you think he’s trying to hit on you. That’s a little bit judgemental of you.”
The guy’s face turns red, clearly flustered by Hyungwon’s comment.
“I didn’t mean to give any offense. It’s just…”
“No. Nevermind. But I can’t drink this.”
“Awww… I thought you didn’t mean to give any offense. You’re giving one now. An offer being rejected is a sign of offense right?”
He looks at Hyungwon one more time and Hyungwon looks back at him, he moves a little closer to his target all the while looking at him in the eyes.
The heir pulls back from the proximity and finally drinks the drink Hyungwon offered him. Hyungwon smiles and engages him into a conversation, roping his target to drink more. Once Hyungwon was sure that the heir is completely drunk, he offers a ride back home to which his target unconciously agreed to. Hyungwon drives him to his apartment and fishes out the keys from his pockets. He carried the conglomerate’s son to his room and lays him in bed.
Well, don’t want to make this messy.
He pulls out a small bottle from pocket, uncaps the bottle, and pours the liquid in to his target’s mouth.
On his way back to his own apartment, his phone starts to ring.
“What is it?” he asks the caller.
“Where are you?”
“On my way back to my place. Why?”
“The family needs their Beauty. We have some enemies to eliminate.”
“I literally just finished a job Wonho. I just want to sleep and rest forever.”
“This one’s isn’t a job. It’s a family obligation.”
Hyungwon sighs in resignation.
“The Beast” in the Montella’s assassination unit. Unlike Hyungwon, Jooheon likes to go loud. Under The Beauty and The Beast is a group Jooheon formed called MonX. They are a group of trained assassins under Jooheon’s wing and assists Jooheon in his assissnations. The family assigns Jooheon and the MonX to do assassination that involves a lot of people like government parties or other families.
Jooheon and the MonX wait in front of the gambling house for Minhyuk’s signal. He was told that Minhyuk is to make everyone vacate the house except for the snake’s accomplices. Minhyuk would then give Jooheon the signal for his group to storm the place and put the snake’s accomplices in their right places.
Why is he taking so long?
Jooheon apparently spoke too soon because the moment he finished the thought the house’s doors suddenly opened and people are coming outside.
What the fuck?
“Do we go now, boss?” One of the MonX says.
He sees Minhyuk coming out as well and heading towards them.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Minhyuk asks him when he gets to them.
“What are you doing? The way you’re vacating people is so obvious.”
“Heonie. Whatever way I vacate people will be obvious because the place will become empty as fuck and they will notice that they’re the only ones inside. There was really no way to be inconspicuous y'know.”
“What did you do then?”
“Led them to a private room. Told them that the “master player,” he quotes in the air, “wants to play with them.”
“And they believed you just like that?”
“I’m not a member of this family for nothing Heon.”
Jooheon smiles at him.
He looks at his group, “Let’s do this boys”
They storm the building and heads straight towards the private room and immediately began their onslaught. Jooheon realizes something after the room is all red.
“Damn. I forgot to leave one of them to ask where the snake is.”
“Don’t worry,” Minhyuk assures him. “Our baby will handle it.”
Changkyun is the hacker of the group who is in charge of all things machine related, from fabricating a CCTV record to tracking down a person, he could do it just be sitting in front of his computer. He is the youngest in the family so the members spoil him to death.
Changkyun stares at his computer screen, watching red dots appear all over it. He enters a code on his keyboard and presses enter and the red dots begin to disappear one by one.
Now he just needs to wait.
He hears a knock on his door and stands up from his chair to open it. He is greeted by a smiling Kihyun holding up a lunchbox.
“Hyung,” he greets
“How is it going Kyunnie?”
“I managed to trace all the coordinates Jin-hyung sent me for all the CCTVs that registered the guy’s face. I’m just waiting for the coordinates of the CCTV the guy’s face recently registered to.”
“Huh. Those red dots are the CCTVs?”
Kihyun looks at the huge screen then back at Changkyun.
“You must be hungry this has been a long day. Minhyuk just got back from the house with Jooheon and made me bake cupcakes. Now everyone is having a tea party down stairs.”
“I’d like to join but my job isn’t done.”
“I know that’s why I bought you some cupcakes and join you.”
“You’re the best hyung ever.”
The two of them silently sit in front of the computer screen and watch as the red dot disappear. Changkyun hurriedly swallowed his cupcake when the last dot disappeared, leaving only one. Kihyun practically run out the room, probably to call the other guys.
He enters a few more codes to his keyboard and clicks a few items on his screen and just like that, he’s done.
Six other guys entered the room moments after the manage to pinpoint the location.
“Where is it?” Shownu asks
“Fourth district, block seven, number 9,” he answers.
“Wonho,” he hears Shownu says. “Contact the Bandiliche family. Time to get those snakes taste our venoms.”
Well here we have the first installation of the break up novella, this is something I’ve been meaning to do for a while, since I’ve had a couple asks stored away in my ask box, asking if the missus and Harry ever did separate in the story, and they did. This will be an installment of most likely four to five parts, each part going further into depth as to why they broke up, and what they did while they were apart. My heart physically hurt writing this, but I hope you’ll give me a chance, and give it a read.
I hope you enjoy it, I’d love to hear what you guys think about it! So without further blabbing from me, here we have the first part to the break up novella! x
OCTOBER 2, 2015
Things had started to change a while ago.
You knew your relationship wouldn’t be perfect, but you didn’t think it would sink to the point that it’s sunk to right now.
Affection was something you and Harry never had a problem with. He’d always hold your hand, or have his arm around your waist, or his lips would find their way to your temple to show you that he was there. Recently, he was there, but he wasn’t there.
Anon- Hello love! Don’t know if you’re taking requests but I really loved your last Liam imagine so I was wondering if you could please write a Liam imagine where he once saved the reader who is a werewolf too, so she starts being protective with him and then he’s starts to act weird in front of her because he likes her. like, she wonders why his heart raises when she’s around, thanks!
Author’s Note- Hope you enjoy. You can find some of my other imagines here x
One Week Ago
“Y/n move!” Liam shouted, after noticing Tracy was coming up from behind you. You didn’t hear in time. You turned around and felt sharp claws penetrate your side, making your eyes glow bright gold. You fell to the ground paralysed after the Kanima venom worked its way into your bloodstream. You couldn't do anything but stare above you, seeing Tracy’s face as she towered above you, her hand stretched ready to make her final move. You then saw as a figure pushed her to the ground with an animalistic growl, after hearing more cuts, punches and tables being broken, you felt someone lift you up to carry you bridal style. He tilted your head up so you could see him. You smiled weakly and let out a sigh of relief, with the limited movement in your neck you put your head into his chest and slowly let your eyes close, knowing you’d soon be fine. Thank god for Liam Dunbar.
Liam picked up a tray and examined the food options in the dinner queue. “Move Dunbar” one of his team mates said playfully, pushing in front of him. “Come on dude, that’s the third time this week” Liam complained like a kid. “Fuck you” you said picking up a tray and positing yourself next to Liam. “It’s only a joke, tell your girl to chill” his team mate brushed off, shaking his head. “She’s not my-” Liam began to explain awkwardly, before you interrupted. “Apologise and go to the back of the queue before I shove this tray so far up your arse that you start seeing-” you began to threaten, until Liam covered your mouth with his hand. “Okay man chill, I’m sorry and I’ll see you at practice” he said as he backed away, slightly scared. You simply turned away and began to look at the food, as if nothing had happened. “What was that?” he asked, with a grin on his face. “He was treating you as inferior, to which I disagree” you stated, pouting at the sight of the dreadful food your school was serving. “Y/n” he said, trying not to laugh. “Huh?” your cheeks began to flush, at the thought of you having something on your face or something in your hair to make him laugh at you. “You do realise, you just also pushed in the queue” he said, looking at all the students that were complaining to one another. “Oh right” you realised, looking a bit hypocritical. “I’m just going to go” you began to back away before he quickly grabbed your wrist before you could. You both couldn’t help but listen as both of your heart beats slowed down to the same rate and beat loudly for a split second. He assumed that yours was purely because he shocked you, you on the other hand was confused as to why his did too. You looked as him quizzically, before he quickly let go with a really anxious look on his face. “Oh erm sorry, I was just going to say you may as well stay now, we’re almost at the front” he mumbled. “Oh okay, I guess so” you shrugged. Neither of you spoke another word while In the queue together and you barely talked while at the lunch table, which caused a few quizzical looks among the pack. I guess both of you were too busy over analysing what had just happened.
Later on, you all met up at Scott’s house for your weekly pack meeting. Liam had made an excuse not to walk with you like you usually did, he instead had already arranged for Stiles to come and pick you up. “Hey” Stiles beamed as you got into the front seat of his jeep. “Heyy” you retuned the energy. “Let’s roll out” he said, putting it into reverse. “How many coffees have you had?” you asked with wide eyes, looking down to see all the empty Starbucks cups scattered around. “Today? Only like three” he shrugged, speaking a little too quick. “I better not die in this piece of scrap metal” you whined. “Never insult Roscoe like that!” he said pointing at you, while still looking at the road. “And you’ve named it” you laughed. “Don’t listen to her, I love you just the way you are” he claimed, kissing his steering wheel as you pulled up at Scott’s. When you arrived, everyone else was already there and waiting for the pair of you. You sat next to Liam, once again hearing his heart beat out of his chest. You turned to look at him with furrowed brows but he stared straight ahead of him and Scott began to speak before you could say anything about his shady behaviour. There wasn’t long left of the meeting thankfully, it was one of the most awkward things you’d experienced when there was no need for it to be. Liam’s heart would randomly race whenever yours and his shoulders brushed or every time he felt you look at him. Normally he would make groans when he got bored but he sat there like a statue the whole time. With about ten minutes left Stiles got a call from his dad and he had to leave early, so unfortunately for Liam, that meant walking home with you, considering you lived literally a few houses away from one another it seemed only rational.
“Liam will you slow down?” you whined, walking ten steps behind him. “You’re a werewolf now Y/n, you cant use the ‘I’m not into sport’ excuse anymore” he called back to you, referring to how lazy you used to be before you received the bite. He stopped suddenly, after he could no longer hear the noise of you walking and sighing loudly. He turned around to see you were no longer there and feeling scared was an understatement, he swiftly turned back around to look for you and practically screamed when he saw you in front of him. “Wow Liam, who knew you had lungs like that” you teased jokingly. “It’s not funny, I thought you were kidnapped” he breathed half in relief, half in annoyance. “I’m a werewolf, remember?” you said, your eyes then widened at the sight of a flashing neon sign. You skipped merely and opened the doors into the diner. That was a thing you loved about small towns, the old school diners with good and cheap food. Liam groaned but hesitantly followed behind you. You sat in your usual booth and he sat opposite you with a grumpy expression. “What are we doing here?” he asked, crossing his arms. “I’m hungry” you said innocently. He looked relieved for a second, until you continued. “And also to find out why you’re avoiding me” you also crossed your arms. “Usual?” the waitress asked, while Liam sunk into his chair. “Yes please” you smiled. She then looked over at him. “Just a coke please” he mumbled. She looked surprised, normally Liam ordered half of the menu but she simply nod and walked off to the kitchen. “You’re being weird, tell me what’s up” you said straight forwardly after a few minutes of watching him pretend to read the menu he was holding, that was upside down. “I’m not being weird” he scoffed, looking anywhere but at you. “I know when you’re lying” you claimed, leaning forward. His eyes flickered for a minute, while he raised his hand to bite his fingernails. “Why are you doing that?” you asked with a slight look of disgust. “Nervous” he replied simply. “There’s no reason for you to be nervous” you said, focusing on the food that the waitress placed in front of you. “There is when you’re trying to tell your best friend you’re in love with her” he accidently blurted out. Your eyes widened in shock as you quickly looked from your plate to him. The waitress awkwardly backed away after hearing that, trying to supress the smile on her face. “Oh god” he suddenly said in horror, realising what he just said. You sat there with your mouth parted open looking at him. “It just slipped out” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “Please say something” he squeaked, after you didn’t reply. “You love me” you simply repeated. “As a friend-” he tried to lie, “As more than a friend” he admitted straight after. “I-I-” you began to stutter. Liam waited in anticipation for your response, not sure if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. “I cant do this right now” you said, picking up your bag and exiting the diner in a matter of seconds. He sat there, his head in his hands in the booth that was once his safe place. Your safe place.
“Y/n you fucking idiot” you said out loud to yourself in your bedroom. You had been pacing back and forth for like half an hour. “Why didn’t you tell him that you feel the same” you complained. “Oh god” you sighed in frustration, running your hands through your hair. You heard your phone buzz from on your bed, you picked it up to see a message from Liam; ‘I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I didn’t want to ruin us’. You exhaled and gave a brief thought. “Fuck this” you said, locking your phone, shoving it into your jean pocket and grabbing your coat from the back of your door. You didn’t slowly approach the situation like any normal human being would, in fact you stormed from your house back to the diner impulsively. You knew he would still be there, you saw him through the window, clouded with condensation. His head was on the table and it was practically empty in there. You burst into the doors and walked over to your booth, it didn’t take long for him to recognise the smell of your perfume or the sound of your heartbeat. He lifted himself up, but before either of you could say anything, you scooted to sit beside him and pressed your lips to his harshly but longingly. He was surprised at first, to say the least but he soon opened up and deepened the kiss. The only reason you pulled away from one another was to catch your breath. You stared at each other, examining every detail. “I owe you ten bucks” the chef whispered to the waitress. Both of your werewolf hearings picked up on that from across the room. “I told you, they were meant to be together from the first time they came here” the waitress smiled reminiscently. You and Liam smiled upon hearing that. “I guess this means you like me back?” he asked. “I don’t like you- I love you” you corrected, putting your head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. He stroked your hair and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m hungry” you claimed. “Yeah me too” he agreed. You both glanced over to the waitress and chef. “Its on the house” they spoke at the same time, accidently giving away that they were listening to your conversation. Y/F/N and Liam Dunbar, who’d have thought you’d ever be more than best friends? Well everyone apart from the pair of you, but regardless the feelings you had for him were mutual. That was the day you realised you’d already found your soulmate and everything else stemmed from there.
Requests are closed ATM sorry, I have too many and so I wont be doing any that are sent as I have too many that I’m currently working on. I’ll let you know when they’re open x
[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.
A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series!
You will never forget the first time you met the Avengers. It was a pretty surreal moment for you. And all because your boyfriend had went to college with the most well known member of the team.
A party invitation had been sent to the apartment the one day and you almost had to do a double-take, noticing the address it said where the invite came from. For a second you almost thought that it was a practical joke from one of Greg’s buddies.
“Hey, hun,” you said to him as you walked into the kitchen. “This isn’t another joke from Billy, is it?” And you tossed the envelope into his lap.
It’s funny how people go on and on about how they don’t like Roman, will boo him everywhere he goes. But yet they never give any legitimate reasons for why they do. And I’m sorry, but the mic skills and he “can’t wrestle” excuse doesn’t cut it anymore, so don’t even go there. Whether people want to see it or not, he has been improving as a wrestler and on the mic over the last few years. And contrary to what people think, he is very passionate about the business. The fact that he comes from a wrestling family doesn’t detract from that passion. And that doesn’t mean he’s been handed everything and hasn’t worked hard or earned his place in the company.
And so what if he did get into wrestling because of his family? So what if he chose wrestling over football? So what if he does end up becoming the next face of the company? Who are you to judge him for it? Who are you to try to dictate his life and choices? If he decided to be a wrestler instead of a football player, then that was his right to choose. He isn’t selfish or an asshole for it. It doesn’t make him any less passionate for the wrestling business. He wouldn’t be in the business, busting his ass and putting up with all the haters bullshit on a constant basis if he wasn’t passionate about the business. And if he does become the next face of the company, well I say good for Roman Reigns! He’s earned it, he deserves it, he has what it takes to carry on that responsibility.
Also, his fans on the internet aren’t the only ones who defend him. And no, it’s not just women and children who like him! Yeah, I’m putting that out there just in case anyone tries to come at me with that BS. His family (i.e. Rikishi and The Usos) has come to his defense various times. And many wrestlers and people who have worked in WWE for many years, both past and present, have also defended him and said positive things about him – Ric Flair, Mick Foley, Bret Hart, Paul Heyman, Chris Jericho, Big Show, The Miz, Cesaro, Sheamus, Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, John Cena, AJ Styles, Finn Balor…the list goes on and on. And no, THEY WERE NOT PAID TO SAY IT! And it also doesn’t mean that they’re being ass kissers, so don’t even try to come at me with that, because it’s bullshit! They are the ones who see Roman on a daily basis, who are in the same room with Roman, and who have gotten in the same ring with Roman, and have wrestled him multiple times. So yeah, I’m afraid the whole “oh they got paid to say it” and “they’re ass kissers” excuse doesn’t fly either!
I’ve said it in great depth before and I will say it again. Roman Reigns has done absolutely NOTHING to anyone to deserve all the hate and disrespect he gets. You people act as if he intentionally offends people and like everything he says and does is wrong. And if anyone tries to use his suspension as an excuse, well let me just say that yeah, he fucked up. And he knew he was wrong and that he made a mistake. He owned up to it and apologized publicly on Twitter to all his family, friends, and fans. And he paid his dues and faced the consequences like a mature adult. Ever since then, he hasn’t done anything and has gotten his shit together and is doing better than ever.
So people really need to move on and get over it already. Roman Reigns isn’t go anywhere. And one day, he will be back in the main event scene and he will be either a four-time WWE World Champion or WWE Universal Champion. You can believe that! And as always, haters gonna hate.
1. When I talk about you I still feel my throat tighten a little but at least your name doesn’t taste like pennies in my mouth.
2. I know we existed once. Four months ago was a different lifetime where maybe we were meant to be together. Pieces of us have died since then and I’m not so sure we’ll fit together anymore. I’m not going to try and make us either.
3. I dreamt about another boy three nights ago and I didn’t wake up afraid or wishing he was you.
4. I don’t make excuses for you anymore. You could’ve loved me better. You should’ve.
Summary: When Ashton’s soulmate tattoo shows up on his arm, he wonders for weeks when he’ll meet her, and he finds out in a….unique way.
A/N: So this is my first time ever posting my writing on tumblr, so feedback would be appreciated! Sorry that it’s kinda long but I hope you guys like it!
Ashton traced the words on his arm again for the millionth time in the past 3 weeks.
“You and me up against the great unknown.”
The words were familiar to him, of course. They were from a song the band had released not too long ago with One OK Rock, Take What You Want. These words were the first words his soulmate would say to him when they finally met. It’s said that the words appear on some part of your body when you’re going to meet your soulmate soon, but Ashton had a hard time believing he’d find her on tour. They met millions of people on tour, how would he know when he found the right one? What if he walked past her without speaking to her, letting her slip away? He’d been worrying since the words had shown up on his forearm 3 weeks ago and the rest of the boys could tell. Ashton thought they were lucky, none of them had their Soul Tattoos yet, so it looked like they’d have a while before having to think about it. Why’d he have to get the words this early in life? Why couldn’t it wait until the band took a break?
After another week of thinking and obsessing over the words, the worry became something he didn’t think about as often. It was still there, just less prominent once the tour started. He started to worry less and think more about what she’s like. Where is she from? Would he meet her at one of their shows, or would he find her while the band was exploring a city on a day off? He figured she was a fan, considering the first thing she would say to him would be lyrics from a song his band was featured in.
Almost exactly a month after the words appeared, a month of creating questions in his mind, he finally got some answers.
He was relaxing in his bunk on the tour bus, watching some covers of the band’s songs on YouTube. He did this every now and then, when he had the time. He loved watching how talented some of the fans were and how much of an impact their music had. After watching a few, he came across one he hadn’t seen before. The title of the video was simply “Take What You Want- One OK Rock ft. 5SOS Cover.” He clicked on the video since this song didn’t have many covers and found that it was a band covering the song, not just one person. As he listened, he noted that they were pretty good, especially the lead singer. She was the only girl in the band and her voice was amazing, almost mesmerizing. He paused the video after the first chorus and walked to the back of the bus where the rest of the boys were.
“Guys, I found a cover of Take What You Want and it’s really good,” Ashton announced, making the other boys pause the FIFA game they’d been playing.
“Well,” Michael said, “Quit standing there and show us!” He wouldn’t admit it, but Michael liked watching covers of their music almost as much as Ashton did.
Ashton sat on the couch between Luke and Calum, eager to show them what he’d found. He backed the video up to the beginning and hit play. The girl in the video was beautiful and had a voice to match. Ashton could tell the guys agreed with him as they grew more and more emersed in the video as it went on. It looked like someone was holding the camera and smoothly moving around the band as they played, getting different angles of all 4 of the band members, but mostly the lead girl. At first, the girl didn’t look into the camera. Through the first verse and chorus, she sang to herself, squeezing her eyes closed as she sang. The boys could tell she was nervous by the way she kept her eyes shut and they each laughed a little. All but Ashton.
He couldn’t laugh because he was captivated by the emotion in her voice as she sang. The song was a breakup song and he could hear it in her voice that she was hurting. He didn’t recognize it the first time he watched the video, but now it was evident, at least to him. It almost physically hurt him to see this girl, no more than 18, he was sure, singing with so much anger and pain. By the second verse, the part Luke had sang in the song, her eyes were open but she still hasn’t looked into the camera.
“Still remember a time when you felt like home. You and me up against the great unknown.”
As she sang that second line, the line that had originally belonged to Michael, the unknown girl stared straight into the camera for the first time and Ashton felt his world flip. He was 22 years old, and yet he had never felt an emotion as strong as the one he felt when he looked into her eyes.
He let out a slight gasp, just loud enough for the other boys to hear. They all already knew about the words on the oldest boy’s arm, so they could guess fairly easily what was going on. Luke, Michael, and Calum all tried to get Ashton to talk, to pull him out of the little trance he was in, but he couldn’t stop watching the video. He watched every little movement the beautiful girl made, listened intently to every single word that left her mouth. The pain in her voice was more obvious now as she sang the bridge and it cut Ashton, cut him deep to hear how bad his soulmate was hurting. It was then that he decided he would find her as soon as he could and make her forget what was causing her so much pain.
Two months. It had been two months since he watched the video of his soulmate and he was still no closer to finding her as the day he started looking. He tried to find her online, but the cover video had nothing in the description. No social media links, no names for the band or for the individuals. Nothing. He’d been keeping his eyes open at shows, looking everywhere he could for her. He looked into the crowds as much as he could, though it was harder for him than for the rest of the boys since he was at the back of the stage.
His band members tried to calm his as best as they could and he appreciated their efforts, but it wasn’t really helping.
“Ashton, man,” Calum said one night, “you’re going to find her. She’s your soulmate, you’ll probably bump into her when you least expect it.”
“Yeah, maybe you haven’t found her yet because you’re looking too hard.” Luke agreed.
Ashton has been telling them about his idea of just posting a link to the video on twitter and asking the fans if they knew who it was in the video. Surely someone would know her. But he knew the guys were right, the perfect time would come. He was just so ready to see her in person, to hold her and hear her laugh and to learn all there was to learn about her. He knew it would come soon, but he was just so damn excited.
The next day, they were in the dressing room after sound check, waiting for their time to go onstage. Of course, without the music to distract him, Ashton was over thinking again. Would she be here tonight? What if one of the other guys was her favorite and she was disappointed that he was her soulmate? How much longer would he have to wait?
He was getting anxious and he couldn’t sit still anymore. He excused himself from the room and walked around for a while, not caring if any fans saw him. The questions swirled around in his mind until he thought he was going insane. ‘This search is going to be the death of me,’ he thought bitterly.
He was so distracted that he didn’t see the girl turning around the corner, going the opposite direction as him. He bumped into her, sending her to the ground before he could catch her. He didn’t even think to apologize, more scared of the fact that he had hurt her. When he could tell she was fine, he sighed a breath of relief, offering her a hand to help her up.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized as she grasped his and and pulled herself up. She looked at him for the first time and smiled widely once she realized who she had ran into. She opened her mouth to say something, but Ashton beat her to the punch.
“I know you,” he blurted out, that being the only thing his mind could come up with at the moment. Because it was true. He did know her, she was the girl from the YouTube video, his soulmate.
As she processed the drummer’s words, her eyes widened slightly in shock and looked at the inside of her wrist. There, in a small font, the words 'I know you’ were looking back at her. She turned her wrist to show Ashton, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she understood what this meant. He traced the words on her wrist for a moment before smiling at her and showing her the words on his forearm.
She carefully examined the words on his arm before whispering in disappointment, “Those aren’t the first words I said to you though.” She looked down, not wanting the gorgeous boy she’d loved forever to see her cry.
He tilted her chin up anyway and smiled a breathtaking smile. “I know you. I saw your cover on YouTube, I’ve been trying to find you for weeks.” He smiled at her brightly again, happy for two reasons. One was that he had found her. She was there, in person with him. And two, as she smiled the biggest, most adorable grin he had ever seen, he realized that she was happy about being his soulmate. All his worries disappeared as he took her face in his hands. He leaned towards her slowly, running his thumb across her lips. “What’s your name?” He asked her quietly, suddenly aware that even though he knew her face, he didn’t know her name.
She closed her eyes, afraid that this was all a dream and that she’d wake up any second. “Y/N,” she whispered, afraid to talk any louder with him being so close. “Y/N,” he whispered back before closing the distance between them and kissing her softly, adoringly. He’d been waiting for this for so long. He pulled away slowly and grabbed her hand, smiling at her yet again as he lead her down the hall. “Well Y/N,” he began, “since you’re my soulmate, you should meet the rest of the band. You guys will be seeing a lot of each other, so you better get used to them.” He turned around to wink at her, continuing to lead them to the dressing room. Butterflies errupted in her stomach when he winked at her and she knew she’d never been happier than in this moment.
What she means: Listen how come Ashfur gets a free pass into StarClan just because he “loved too much”. Literally so many cats in the Dark Forest did things because they loved too much. Mapleshade loved her kits so much she was driven to murder when they drowned due to the cruelty of ThunderClan and her former mate. Even Tigerstar loved too much. He loved ThunderClan so much that he felt it was only right for him to make sure it was the best Clan in the forest through whatever means possible. So honestly i have no idea what Ash “i helped kill my leader once and attempted to murder 3 more cats” fur is doing up there in StarClan cause honestly the whole “he loved too much” excuse ain’t stickin anymore i hope squirrel kicks him outta there when she goes to starclan honestly
Ok kids! Here you are! I hope this is what you were looking
for anon! Enjoy guys!
Warning: One bad word, hickies
Anon Request: Hey i love your imagines so much like theres
no words to say how much i love reading them 😂😘😘
could you write one with William Nylander where youre not really dating, but
have something going on and then one day you have some kind of bruise on your
neck and he thinks you have someone else and starts ignoring you before you
finally ask what’s up ?