this keeps happening today

Hey, another year, another IM/Cap Reverse Big Bang!  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Thirty Pieces of Silver by Fluffypanda is so so good, and I recommend it to everyone who feels like Painful Betrayal & Suffering is their thing :^) 

(I dooo and I loved it)


Title: Arguments & Ice Cream

Tom and Y/N are arguing a lot since he doesn’t have enough time for her. Therfore she spends more and more time with Harrison, much to Tom’s dislike.

Words: ~ 1800

Mentions of Sex


I sat on the couch zapping through the channels and letting out a sigh. Grabbing the TV paper, I let myself fall back against the backrest before checking the program. “Tom?”, I called out for my boyfriend but I got no response. “Tom, which movie do you want to watch tonight?”

Still getting no response, I stood up and entered our bedroom. “Tom, where are you?”, my voice was loud, probably loud enough for our neighbours to hear.
“I’m here, darling!”, I heard his voice and turned around, heading for the bathroom. His head popped out of the door frame, his eyes curiously looking at me.

“What’s the matter?”, he wanted to know before I entered the bathroom. And then came the moment I realised he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
There was a moment of silence and a grin on his face while my eyes swiftly gazed over his abs-covered abdomen and I leaned against the door frame.
“Um, I just… eh, I wanted to know which movie we’re going to watch tonight?”, I asked him before my eyes nervously met his. I hated it when I got flustered around him. It’s just that I didn’t expect him to be shirtless!

“I told you I can’t tonight.”, the brunet boy sighed, the smile vanishing from his face.
“What? But it’s movie night…”, I pouted, knowing that he couldn’t resist my puppy face. “I know, I know…”, he breathed, his gaze going to the ground.
“And you didn’t tell me.”, I grumbled before I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“Yes, I did! I got this thing tonight. It’s nothing big but…”, he began before I finished his sentence with an annoyed tone in my voice, “more important than movie night. I get it.”

I lightly pushed myself from the door frame, ready to think about another lonely evening but Tom stood in front of me, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on his sides before wrapping his arms around me.
The look in his brown eyes was as soft as his hot skin and a few strands fell on his forehead before he spoke up, “I’m gonna take a shower. And I think you should join me.”
An annoyed scoff escaped my lips before his lips collided with mine in a passionate kiss which I couldn’t help but return. I was mad at him! But resisting him was simply impossible…
His lips quickly wandered to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and my face blushed while my body slowly melted into his form.
“It has been weeks…”, he whispered softly, his lips brushing over my ear while his hands caressed my hips. Yeah, somehow we didn’t have a lot of time for that since he’d been busy all the time.

With his teeth grazing over my skin and his hips pressed against mine it was incredibly hard not to moan but I managed to push him away from me slowly, my body instantly aching for his touch. “Tom, you should get ready for your thing.”, I mumbled, noticing disappointment in his eyes.
“Did you just air quote me?”, he scoffed after he completely let go of me, his eyebrows narrowing. “Yeah, I did.”, I shrugged before I headed towards the bedroom. “Whatever…”, I heard him say under his breath, making my mood fall even more.

Laying down on my side of the bed and grabbing the book I was currently reading, I let out I sigh I didn’t know I was holding.
I only heard that Tom was showering but decided to ignore the guilty feeling inside my chest. It wasn’t his fault that he was away so much… but I was so mad in that moment.
Quickly getting lost in the lines of my book, time went by pretty fast and soon my half naked boyfriend entered the room without looking at me and stood in front of the closet.

I glanced over my book, our eyes meeting through the mirror and I quickly turned my attention back to my pages.
But I had to look again, watching his shoulder blades getting covered by a white shirt and his legs by dark pants before he put on a matching jacket. Watching him putting on clothes was at least as entertaining as watching him taking them off.

He hesitated when he wanted to choose a tie, which was always my thing to do. Suddenly he stood in front of the mirror wrapping his tie around his neck and pretty soon I realised that it was my favourite, black tie with the light stripes.
Our eyes met again and I looked at my book again, acting as if nothing had happened.

The tension between us was raising with every second that passed.
“Do you expect me to stay or why are you giving me the silent treatment?”, he suddenly said, turning around to face me.
“I just can’t believe you leave me again. It’s movie night!”, I exclaimed, smashing my book on the nightstand before standing up, “And it’s not the first time you do this. I’m just pissed off that I’m always looking forward to be with you and then you ditch me.”
“I’m not ditching you!”, he objected, his fingers running through his hair, “They want me to be there, so I am there. Y/N, it’s my job. That’s what I do!”
“Yeah, but you just told me that you can’t tonight. You could’ve told me a couple of days ago!”, I grumbled, crossing my arms in front my chest.

“I told you on Wednesday!”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did!”

A frustrated groan escaped his lips before he turned around and left our bedroom. I followed him, ready to continue our argument but he went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I let myself fall onto the couch, taking a deep breath. We had been arguing a lot lately. And I just wanted things to be easy again…

I was too busy staring at the plant next to the TV that I didn’t notice Tom approaching me from behind. “I’m going to go, now.”, he stated before touching my shoulder lightly.
And it hurt. Not physically but mentally… knowing that he was leaving me again.
“Yeah, have fun without me.”, I mumbled without even looking at him. I heard him sigh. Then he mumbled something under his breath. Then the front door slammed into the frame.

He was gone.
Curling myself into a fetus position, I pulled a blanket over me. The following thirty minutes were filled with self loathing thoughts and there might have been a few tears.

But after I had calmed myself down, I grabbed my phone and called Harrison.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?”, he greeted me happily, immediately answering his phone.
“Hey, Haz… Can you come over?”, I ask, a quiet sniff being audible.
“Yeah, sure! Are you… okay?”, he wanted to know and I shrugged before I realised that he couldn’t see me.
“I’m… it’s just… Tom ditched movie night.”, I replied sadly.
“Again?!”, he mumbled, probably shaking his head.
“Yes, again…He said he had, I quote, a thing tonight… and now I’m bored.”, I explained quietly.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”, he responded and hung up quickly.

Too many minutes later the door bell finally rang and I literally sprinted towards the door but opened it relatively slowly.
“Finally!”, I exclaimed after I saw Harrison smiling at me. “I bought ice cream since you sounded like you could need it.”, he laughed, holding up two cups of Ben & Jerry’s.

“You’re the best!”, I grinned, pulling him into the flat before rushing off into the kitchen to get spoons.
After I went back to the living room I saw that Harrison had placed the cups on the table. “So you wanna talk about it?”, he asked carefully, his eyes looking at me softly.
“No, let’s just watch a movie.”

But half an hour into the movie later, Harrison paused it after I had started telling him about what had happened today. I couldn’t keep all this in. I literally exploded, rambling and rambling.

“And then I said ‘Have fun without me’ and he just left! I mean, why?”, I sighed, taking another spoon of my ice cream, “It’s just… he always hugs me and kisses my cheek before he leaves.”
With my feet laying on his tighs, he drawed circles with his thumb on my shank while I mentally thanked myself for shaving my legs this morning.

Harrison looked at me, sympathy in his eyes and took a deep before he spoke up, “But you have to see it from his perspective, too, you know. You were mad at him… of course he didn’t hug and kiss you. He probably thought that you just wanted him to leave.”
“Yeah, you’re right…”, I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I’m a horrible girlfriend.”
“Hey, I didn’t say that! You’ve been dating for three years now and Tom’s still talking about how perfect you are.”, he claimed, his head tilting towards his shoulder while he looked at me.

I smiled to myself briefly, thinking about Tom saying those words to Harrison. “Yeah, but I’m so selfish and always whiny…”, I drifted off, watching my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt, “And we’ve been arguing a lot lately. Usually we only have these slight variances. And now…”, I sighed deeply before I looked at Harrison again, whose head rested lazily against the pillow tugged between his head and the backrest, listening attentively.
After a few moments of silence I realised that he didn’t know what to say, so I continued, “And we haven’t had sex for 5 weeks now. That’s like… a new record or something.”

Harrison laughed loudly, shaking his head slightly at my open statement.
“But I thought he wanted you to join him in the shower today?”, his eyebrows narrowed while a cheeky smile was on his face and I only shrugged.

“Yeah, but the times before he was either too tired or something. I’m probably so bad…”, I mumbled quietly, lowering my head before a question popped up in my mind and I looked at Harrison with raised eyebrows. “Did he say anything to you?”

Harrison shifted uncomfortably on his seat, stumbling over some incomprehensible words.


Part 2

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Time for another Plisetsky headcanon! Ok imagine this:

Yuri’s grown up his whole life listening to whatever music other people had him listen to. I mean, his grandpa was playing classical music in the car. So he grows up listening to Prokofiev and Rachmaninov and Stravinsky at home. And he starts ice skating, and the music that surrounds him is whatever his coach and his choreographers want him to skate to. After a while, Yuri doesn’t even realize he doesn’t have his own taste in music.

But then Otabek screeches his way into his life. And suddenly Yuri is at a nightclub, and he really only came here to grab Otabek and go, but suddenly. Suddenly. There’s this BASS. And this WILD GUITAR. There’s freaking SCREAMING on the actual music track. And Yuri’s heart stops and then starts again. And the noise vibrates through him and he gives a full-body shudder and yes. THIS is what he loves. (“This song… is so friggin cool!”)

So basically my hc is that Otabek caused Yuri’s musical awakening and that’s so special. fight me.


Something amazing happened to me today.

If you have never been bottom-of-the-barrel broke for a decent length of time then you cannot truly understand that horrible feeling when the cashier tells you that you can’t use your loyalty points because the server is down. That sick sinking feeling that happens as you come to the realization that you have to pay full price when you were counting on having the extra $5 the points would have saved you to buy the meat for dinner. That if you want to eat now you won’t later or if you want to eat later you can’t eat now.

I experienced this feeling again today at the coffee shop. I only ordered a small coffee and a ham and cheese croissant. It’s all I could afford if I used the points I’d saved up to pay for the coffee. My total was only $10.90 but I had been counting on using my points to bring it down to $6. Then she told me the system was down.

Everything stopped. My heart sank and suddenly began racing 100ks an hour at the same time and I started shaking. In the space of about four seconds I thought several things at once.

“Do I say leave the coffee? The food is more vital than the caffeine”

“Do I just leave both? I need to buy the stuff for dinner tonight and I have to get to therapy tomorrow”

“Maybe I can borrow from Mum to do dinner and therapy”

“Oh god! They probably think I’m just angling for free stuff!”

“Fuck Georgia! Just pay by card and pray you make it to next week on what’s left”

“I’m going to throw up”

“Tell them it’s fine and pass your card over for fucks sake!”

So I take out my card and start to hand it over. I’m trying to put on a brave face but clearly I didn’t do much of a job of it. The cashier looks like a deer in headlights. She doesn’t know how to handle this kind of thing. She immediately tries to reassure me.

Then it happens.

I hear a gruff voice behind me ask,

“How much does she need?”

I turn and see the older lady who came in behind me and let me go ahead of her in the queue opening her wallet and looking at the cashier.

I’m still desperately trying to convince both women that it’s fine and I’ll pay but they don’t seem to hear me. By now I’m shaking and also crying. I can tell both women are uncomfortable so I desperately try to get myself under control. It’s not working. In the madness the cashier puts through the point discount and the Gruff Older Lady pays for my order. Now not only do I still have the $5 I was counting on from my points I have the other $6 I would have paid for my coffee too.

I move off to the side still loosing my shit and crying (embarrassingly) in a coffee shop, as the cashier takes Gruff Older Lady’s order and she pays and we all wait for our orders.

The whole shop has been watching this and not said a word. I think (it’s something of a blur) I may have hugged her. And I think it made her even more uncomfortable. Anyway, I’m still trying to get myself under control. Another patron comes over and asks if I’m ok and I tell her what’s just happened and she smiles and calmly chats to me till I’m calm and her order is called. She wishes me well and leaves.

My order is then called at the same time as Gruff Older Lady. I can barely look her in the eye. I’m so embarrassed. But I’m also so incredibly grateful so I look up and give a wobbly smile and thank her again as we put the lids on our coffees. She asks if I’m short of money and I admit that I am but I’m mostly coping without looking up from the counter.
Next thing I know she is opening her wallet again and pushing the last of her cash, $30, into my hands. I try to refuse and tell her she doesn’t have to do that, I’m ok. Again the tears threaten.

“Don’t you cry again!”

She tells me in that same gruff voice she used at the counter.

“You’ll set me off! Just take it! I know what it’s like to be where you are. I’ve been there myself. I’m a bit flush this week so I can afford to do this.”

I can do nothing but stare at my shaking hand now holding $30 and thank her profusely while trying not to cry on her. She simply gives me a small smile and murmurs,

“I’ve done my kind thing for the day.”

And leaves before I can say another word.

It’s taken me an hour to write this and I’m still shaken and overwhelmed.

This woman was so kind. It wasn’t the stereotypical warm, beneficent old woman with a big hug and a cheery smile. She was real and my gratitude seemed to make her uncomfortable. Like she hadn’t realized how big of an impact she would have when she decided to do what she did. She was gruff and awkward and that is the only thing that has me convinced that this really happened and I didn’t dream it.

Well, that and the lasting embarrassment from having had such a major breakdown in a public place.

I have now had breakfast and I’ll use the extra $30 for food. And it’s all thanks to that incredibly kind Gruff Older Lady.

I don’t know how to end this except to say again even though I am sure she’ll never see this…

Thank you. Paying for my breakfast the way you did has had a far bigger impact than I think you will ever know.

Inspired by this post:

So Jasper gets panic attacks frequently. Bears or extreme danger usually trigger them. He’ll freeze and start shaking, usually hyperventilating. David, who knows the symptoms and is always paying at least a sliver of attention to Jasper, is always the first to notice and draws him aside, where he holds Jasper’s hand and tells him to breathe, rubs his back and tells him that he’s safe and that he’s here until Jasper calms down. David is always worried until Jasper shows signs of being ok. The blond is embarrassed by it, but David is more than happy to help and tells him it’s ok and he’ll always be there for him when he needs it.

I did another playthrough of Episode Prompto (on my own this time) and took it upon myself to transcribe all the audio files and writings in chronological order. Spoilers (and a VERY long post overall) below the cut! Also, please let me know if I’ve missed anything!

EDIT: Added in a researcher’s journal entry that I missed the first time!

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repeat after me: fandom can get you a job

you have to be a little bit sneaky,

and a little bit careful with your wording,

but it can happen.

if you’re persistent, dedicated, and a little clever on how you present yourself - fandom can get you a job.

Episode Prompto

i though it will be useful for all the writers in the ffxv community to have a written record of all the stuff that appear in Episode Prompto in chronological order ;) 

You’re Welcome

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I don’t trust Harry. sometimes I think all these rumors are made with a purpose,to keep us confused about when the thing™ really going to happen; Iike, today we have this rumor but tomorrow night he’ll be like: “here’s a single, and a music video, here’s the album too, two movies, four nominations to academy awards and oh yeah my real name is ignacio.”

After hours


Summary: It’s like an unspoken routine – Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.

Word count: 1k

Rating: E

Tags: Shameless smut, fluff

If you ask Baz, all this thing is Snow’s fault.

He hears the unmistakable sound of the door opening and closing. Someone failing to go unnoticed while entering the locker room.


Baz is filled with a familiar feeling he can only describe through metaphors and analogies: It’s like his heart is rioting within his chest, trying to make an escape; and every cell of his body has suddenly forgotten its main function and has joined the heart’s revolution.

“Baz,” Snow says, behind him.

Baz turns around. “Snow,” he whispers, through his clogged throat.

If you ask Snow, there’s no thing whatsoever. “Come here,” he says.

It’s like an unspoken routine – Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.

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If That's What You Want

||| Anon asked: Can I ask a mafia!au with monsta x and bts where they treat their girlfriends with respect? |||


A/N1: I don’t usually combine requests but since multiple anons and @scorpiowonho also asked for a part two of the Hoseok mafia au I came up with something to fill both of the requests.

Part 1 (It’s not all that necessary to read the first part as this can be read as a story on it’s own I guess)

Yoo Kihyun x Reader x Shin Hoseok (Wonho)

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst

Word count: 1,115

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

You didn’t know where to go so you went to your old apartment. If he wanted to find you this would probably be the first place he would go to but it was already late and you just wanted to sleep. You will worry where to stay in the morning. Your apartment was cold, you have been here only a few times since you started living with Hoseok. You started the fire in the fireplace and sat by it thinking about what happened. You still couldn’t believe Minhyuk was gone. He was such a sunshine. Why him… Thinking about him made you even more sad than you were so you decided to go upstairs and get changed. You were about done when you heard the doorbell ring. You stopped midway going down the stairs as you realized it’s probably Hoseok. You didn’t want to talk to him yet but he must know you’re here since your car is parked outside. While you were wondering what to do the doorbell rang again. You gathered all your courage and took a deep breath before going down the stairs and opening the door. To your surprise it wasn’t him.


“Ah Y/N you’re here after all.”

“Did he send you?”

“No, I came here on my own. Can we talk?” you thought for minute or so and decided to let him in.

“How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t hard. Your car has a tracker.”

“Are you serious?”

“You didn’t know? Well I guess Hoseok didn’t tell you for your own safety.”

“Of course he did.” you thought going to the kitchen. “Do you want some tea or something? It’s pretty chilly outside.”

“Sure.” Kihyun said getting a seat at the bar. He looked at you from the bottom up. “Aren’t you like cold you know in this type of clothing?”

“No, why?” you asked but then saw how he started blushing. Only then did you realize that you were wearing nothing but your pj shorts and shirt. “Maybe I will put something on.”

“Agh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, I swear I wasn’t thinking anything…” he started coming up with all kind of excuses getting red in embarrassment.  You just chuckled to that.

“Don’t worry about it.” you put on an oversized jumper, it was all soft and still had Hoseok’s smell. You tried to ignore it for now and instead focused back on Kihyun.

“So what did you want to talk about?” you asked, handing him one of the mugs with tea.

“What happened between you two, back in the house?” he looked at you with a concerned expression.

“I would rather not talk about it.”

“Y/N did he do anything to you?” you decided not to answer this question either and averted your gaze. “Y/N look at me.” he told grabbing your hand. “Did he hurt you?”

By now there were already tears forming in your eyes. Kihyun stood up and embraced you.

“It’s okay, I won’t ask anymore if you don’t want me to.” you looked up at him.

“Why are you really here Kihyun?” you asked him but he just pulled you in closer and put his chin on your head. The two of you just stood there like this, you were so close you could hear his heart beat.

“You know Hoseok is one of my best friends and I respect him more than anyone but I won’t be able to forgive him if really hurt you.” he pulled back and looked you in the eyes. “I know this probably isn’t the best time to say this but I…”

“You what?” he waited for a few moments before speaking again.

“I really do like you and I know how wrong it sounds, what kind of friend am I falling in love with my best friends girlfriend but seeing what happened today I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. I just wanted you to know how I feel and that you can trust me with anything and I swear if you ever give me the chance I will protect you with my life.”

You stood there still not fully understanding what happened when Kihyun gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and turned to the door.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. It would be better if you forgot this ever happened.” he told going outside.

As shocked as you were you couldn’t just let him leave like that. You ran outside barefoot and chased after him.

“Kihyun wait.” you shouted. He turned around and you gave him a big hug.

“Thank you.” you said. “For always looking after me. Here is a reward.” you told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“What’s the meaning of this?” you looked to your left and saw Hoseok standing at the gate. “Here I’m going crazy, trying to come up with a way for you to forgive me and you’re here kissing my best friend.” he spoke approaching you.

“You got this all wrong.” Kihyun interuppted.

“Have I? What the hell are you doing here in the first place? You said you didn’t know where she was.” Hoseok shouted. “Wait.” he paused. “Were you the one who removed the tracker so I couldn’t find her?” he asked, grabbing Kihyun by the collar. “Answer me!”

There was a brief moment of silence before Kihyun answered.

“Yes.” you couldn’t believe him. Such a blunt answer made Hoseok even more angry.

“You motherfucker, how long were you after my girl.” he shouted punching Kihyun in the face as he lost his balance and fell down on the ground.

“Hoseok, please stop!” you got in between them. “Listen to me.” you told him taking his hands in yours. “I think it would be better if we took a break and thought things over. Minhyuk is dead. It’s not your fault. I’m sure he wouldn’t want us to be fighting like that.” he just looked at you and sighed.

“I will give you space. If that’s what you want.” he said pulling you in for a hug. “But don’t you ever forget how much I love you.” he held you tight and then turned around and went to the gate before stopping there.

“I will deal with you later.” he told Kihyun and left.

You ran to Kihyun and helped him stand up.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be. Stay safe, Y/N.” he said giving you a faint smile.

You watched him get into the car and drive off. You looked up at the sky. Grey clouds were gathering.

“I hope the rain will eventually wash this pain away.” you thought going inside.

~ Part 3 ~

A/N2: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

B.A.P Reaction to Someone Getting Too Close to Their Wife When She Is Pregnant {Mafia!au}

Could you do b.a.p reaction just like for ikon when they are mafia leaders and some guy hits on their pregnant wife?

I just realized how perfectly B.A.P’s pictures from their Noir album fit this kind of reaction.

Trigger Warning

Bang Yongguk

A dark look clouded Yongguk’s eyes as he watched you from afar. He stirred his drink in annoyance, contemplating about whether he should intervene in the situation. You had suggested to go to a club to let off some steam and temporarily forget about the pressure of Yongguk’s job, and although he had objected to your proposal at first since he worried about you and the spark of life growing inside your belly, you had simply ignored his words and dragged him to a club near your shared apartment. You had promised him to not drink any alcohol and rest as soon as you felt tired, which had calmed your husband’s worries a little. However, things had changed drastically as soon as you had entered the dance floor. Although it was obvious already that you were pregnant, the tight black dress which perfectly accentuated your curves attracted the stares of basically all men in the room. After all, it as not your fault that you were naturally sexy. It was no surprise that something inside Yongguk snapped when a stranger dared to put one of his hands on your waist, swaying his hips seductively and smiling at you anything but innocently. He strode over to you, almost knocking over his cocktail in the process, his blood boiling in his veins. Before you could ask him what was wrong, his strong arms had wrapped around your waist and pressed your body against his front. He was so close to you that you could barely move, and when he spoke to the man who had been dancing with you seconds earlier, you could hear a dangerous growl in his voice. “If you don’t piss off right now, I can guarantee you that you won’t be able to touch another woman for a while.” Once the two of you were alone on the dance floor again, he would tighten his grip around you and hiss, “If you ever upset me like this again, I will teach you how to behave.” And with these words, he would kiss your neck violently and  dance intimately with you for the rest of the night.

Kim Himchan

Himchan’s lips were distorted to only a thin line as he tried hard not to lose his temper. You had told him that one of your best friends since kindergarten was visiting your town and had begged Himchan to come along to a casual get-together so that you could introduce you to each other. Feeling unsure about the whole thing from the the very beginning, he had finally agreed to your proposal since he knew it would make you happy. Right now, the three of you were at a cozy cafe, but when that said friend entered the room, your attention for Himchan had gone missing almost immediately. Not used to not being the center of your attention had already left your husband sulky so that he lost all interest in participating in your conversation. After looking around the cafe in annoyance for a while, he could barely believe his eyes when the other man suddenly took your hands in his and gave you a look that seemed more than just friendly. How could another man dare to make you laugh and touch you although he clearly knew that you were Himchan’s wife and even expecting his baby? He decided that it was time to make clear to your “friend” where his boundary was and whose woman you were. Without thinking about it further, Himchan put one of his strong arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest, breaking the physical contact between you and the other man. He would lock eyes with your friend and whisper into your ear, “If you don’t call off this “reunion” right now, I can’t promise to hold back much longer, Y/N. I did not bring my gun for nothing, but I would prefer to not make use of it today. After all, you don’t want me to frighten all these innocent guests just because you upset me, do you?”

Jung Daehyun

Daehyun’s eyes were glued on you and followed your every movement as you were weaving your way through the crowd. Since he found out that you were pregnant, he had been even more concerned about your safety than before. Sometimes you would roll your eyes at his overly protective behavior, but at the same time you felt reassured that you he truly cared about and loved you. The two of you had decided to spend the night at a bar - although you could not drink any alcohol, you had heard that one of your husband’s potential business partners was here as well and your husband could not miss the chance of wrapping up this promising deal. However, Daehyun’s mood had soured as soon as he had noticed the hungry looks in the other men’s eyes when you had entered the room. It was obvious that you were in male company, but the abundant alcohol did not hold back some of the men to feel overly confident. Daehyun was only listening to his business partner with half an ear and lost focus completely when an especially audacious guy grabbed your wrist as you were on your way to the bathroom. Even from a few meters away, Daehyun could see the panic in your eyes when the stranger pulled you into a dark hallway to do who knows what to you. After all, your belly was still too flat to deter the man from his actions. Blood boiling in his veins and lips quivering furiously, he abandoned the conversation and bolted over to you in five big strides. Before the other man could even lay a hand on you, Daehyun had already landed a powerful blow at his temple, managing to knock him down in just one hit. Flaming mad, Daehyun pulled at the man’s hair, twisting the guy’s head in an unhealthy way. With an angry growl, he threatened, “If you dare to fucking touch my wife with your dirty hands, I will blow your brains out, and I won’t care who’s watching.” Not wanting to waste another second dealing with the stranger, Daehyun would grab your wrist so hard it almost hurt and drag you outside the bar to a safer place, completely forgetting about his business partner who was watching the two of you leave with his mouth wide agape.

Yoo Youngjae

You were the kind of girl who enjoyed making men squirm in discomfort as you were playing with their nerves. It gave you a feeling of power and control, and it also helped your husband to attract more clients. Younger men were your favorite targets, you could make them break out in a nervous sweat with a simple touch of your hand and a flutter of your eyelashes. Although Youngjae liked exactly that part of you, how you could be cute and adorable in one moment but feminine and assertive the next moment, his opinion had shifted when your pregnancy was confirmed and he wanted you to be more protected. Your husband usually asked you to join him when he was talking to his clients because you being there would do wonders to keep him stay calm when something unexpected or unfavorable happened, but today your presence had quite the opposite effect on him. He couldn’t avert his gaze from your tender frame as you leaned over to the companion of his client and more than obviously toyed with the young, innocent man. You were cupping his cheek and flashing your most charming smile at him, relishing how the young man flinched at your touch. Frustrated and annoyed, Youngjae cleared his throat and excused himself, explaining to his client that he wanted to discuss a part of the contract with you. Grasping your hand in a not-so-gentle way, your husband pulled you into a standing position and dragged you to an alcove in the room, positioning himself so that the young man you had flirted with could only just see the two of you. He smirked at the guy for a quick moment and before you could ask Youngjae what was wrong, his lips would already be crashing onto yours, his urgent hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand snuck down to your ass, grabbing it hard and pressing you against his body. After a while, he would pull away just far enough to let you catch some fresh air and whisper, “If you dare to continue whatever you were doing over there, I will teach you how to be a good girl next time.”

Moon Jongup

With a pout, you watched how your husband was talking to one of his men. You didn’t mind when he was busy planning missions or discussing strategies all day or if you had to wait hours until he finally could spend time with you. However, you cared a lot about the fact that he was constantly surrounded  by women. Not that you believed that Jongup would ever cheat on you - on the contrary, you knew he was the most loyal men you had ever been together with. But although Jongup had told you that his job involved having women around him, many them not even caring about that he was married and that he was not interested in them, a part of you was nevertheless filled with jealousy. However, today you decided that it was time to make him feel the same. Instead of staying at home and allowing yourself to get enough rest, you had decided to come along to one of the gatherings in Jongup’s hideout. And his time, you were going to make him jealous. You were wearing your favorite dress that would make any woman look gorgeous, and you went straight to a table full of Jongup’s men. It didn’t take long for them to focus their attention on you, and one of them even went so far as to put his hand on your thigh, hoping that the action would slip his boss’ attention. However, someone’s shadow was cast over the bold man only seconds later, and you could feel him tense up and pull away his hand with a jerk. When you looked up, you saw your husband towering over his fellow gang member in a menacing way, and you could clearly hear his calm but icy words. “Leave this building right now. Never show your face here again, or I will ruin your life entirely.” You were startled when Jongup’s gaze was suddenly fixed on you, because even though his voice was quiet, the look in his eyes was wild and you knew that he was not done with you yet either.

Choi Junhong (Zelo)

After a long day of supporting Junhong’s not-so-ordinary business, the two of you were lazing about in your bed, ready and eager to go sleep. However, when you wanted to turn off the light, your husband suddenly snuggled up closer to you chest and asked in a whiny voice, “Who is that man you have been meeting recently?” A bit surprised, you would explain that he was your childhood friend and you had basically grown up together. Now that he was living near your town, you finally had the opportunity to meet him again. Still not happy, Junhong would inquire further, “But I saw the two of you last time when you went to a park… he even put his arm around you and hugged you! People could think that you are a couple, especially now that…,” his gaze traveled down to your growing belly, “you are pregnant.” Finding your husband’s behavior cute, you laughed and reminded Junhong that he was being too protective about you and that the guy was really just an old friend. But before you could stop giggling, you suddenly found yourself completely immobile, Junhong towering over you with a dark look in his eyes. He had grabbed your wrists and held them above your head, his weight on your legs pressing you deeper into the mattress. He lowered his face down to yours until you could feel his hot breath on your skin. With a growl, he warned, “I am serious, Y/N. I don’t care if he is a friend or a complete stranger, he is still a man with desires. I never want you to meet him again if I am not around.” You gulped, feeling your heart beat against you chest violently. He leaned down even further until his lips brushed against your earlobe. “If you do not take my advice, I can’t promise you to not go talk to him next, and you know very well that I am the most respected mafia leader in this city for a reason.”

Not Nothing - Peter Parker

summary : the reader is being bullied at school for being plus size, and when her friend and crush Peter Parker finds out, he goes out of his way to make her feel special. To make sure that she knows she’s not nothing.

word count : 2.2k+

warnings : bullying, self-hatred, sad!reader, angst, sad!Peter, self-doubt, puking, fluff, Peter being the nicest person on the face of the planet.

pairing / characters : peter parker x plus size!reader, MJ, Ned, Flash,

prompt : “ Hi! I was wondering if you had time to add a Peter Parker request to your list. I’ve got two ideas but you can chose either one. One idea that based on the song "When He Sees Me” from waitress and maybe the reader was talking to MJ and the other idea is one where the reader is getting bullied for being plus size and they kinda retreat into themselves and ignore everyone and then Peter does some fluff to make them feel better. Honestly I would be happy with either one but only if you have time" - anon

A/N : so I decided to go with the second idea, because I had a better thought process with it? Idk, just enjoy!

p.s. if you can not handle what is written I suggest not reading this. Just a heads up.

p.p.s. I do not suggest ANY of you ever thinking that you are not worth it, or that you need to make yourself sick to look ‘pretty’. You are all beautiful in your own ways, and you should own them, not throw them away. <3

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the quickest little Jay for warmup todaaay.

HURTS LIKE HELL (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Summary: Based on the song Hurts like Hell - Fleurie

Prompt: “I loved and I loved and I lost you.”

masterlist // Bellamy masterlist

You sit behind the thick, metal bars, looking at the trees outside the foggy window. It’s silent. No one else has been escorted into the cell yet so you’re currently on your own except for a guard at the entrance of the room. Whilst you’re alone and suffocating in silence, you use this time to reflect on what you’ve done wrong: absolutely nothing. 

 All you did was defend Lincoln when the crowd was assaulting him. They shouted horrible things and started throwing rocks at him. You like to think you’re at least a decent person, so when the guards didn’t do anything you decided to act for yourself. When you pushed the crowd away from the Trikru warrior, things got messy and it was only then that Skaikru guards decided to step in. 

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Today is the day. Today is the day that the biggest OTP of my entire life will meet each other. After seven years of shipping it and trying to explain to people why two characters on separate continents who never met, spoke, exchanged letters, or even thought of one another, are not crack or tinhat but actually destiny, I think I might just die from the intensity of the validation and satisfaction I’m going to experience the moment they speak to each other lol. 

If that happens, yall keep it real Jonerys fam lol.