this looks like a lovers quarrel

anonymous asked:

I absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you could maybe do enemies-to-lovers hoshi?? ❤❤

  • you and hoshi work the same shitty job in sales for this company that sells like office supplies
  • and wOW do you and hoshi NOT LIKE EACH OTHER 
  • one would call it mutual hatred,,,although that’s a bit too strong even though once you poured a tablespoon of salt in his coffee and he covered your e n t i r e desk in post-it notes
  • and this is office war to the maximum 
  • everyone in the sales department knows about this battle,,,,,and everyone has chosen sides (also placed bets on who’d give in first)
  • so when you come into work ,,,, you and hoshi just give each other the usual glare and you’re like “let’s go seungkwan, we don’t talk to the lowest of the low” and hoshi drags jun behind him because “we can’t be one-upped by those morons lets go.”
  • and ,,,,,,,, everyone wants to know how it even started. why are you guys at each others neck. 
  • but you and hoshi REFUSE to talk about the Christmas party accident that happened when you first were just interns here
  • and 78% of everyone thinks you guys just had a really bad makeout session and now cant stand to look at one and other
  • (truth is hoshi called the cookies you baked half-par and you shoved a snowball down his shirt in the middle of dinner)
  • but long story short,,,,,you both call each other the devil and will never have lunch in 50 feet of each other. like if u see hoshi at the mcdonalds you bet your ass you’re gonna walk the extra ten blocks to the wendys. just how it is
  • and one afternoon you notice that you’ve run out of pens so you get up to go to the supply closet in the hallway and when you’re there you rummage around and hear the door open
  • and you’re like “oh sorr-”
  • but then you turn to see him. Satan Walking. hoshi,,,,,,,,
  • and you stop your apology and frown and hoshi just pushes his way inside, the door shutting behind him and it’s silent 
  • until you let out a scoff and reach to open the door to leave,,,,,,,,,,,but it wont open
  • and you stare at the doorknob and hoshi looks at you and is like “are you not smart enough to open it? here let me try-”
  • but when he does,,,,,,,,it’s obvious,,,,,,,,,you two are locked
  • fuming you turn to him and you’re like “look what you did you freaking genius you closed the door and got us STUCK” and he’s like “you’RE THE one who was fooling around with the doorknob and probably broke something don’t come for me.”
  • with your hands on your hips you’re about to say something when the lights flicker and ur like oh,,,,,,,,,,oh god now
  • BUT YOU GUESSED THE LIGHTS ARE OUT 
  • and hoshi groans and you both start banging on the door,,,,,,but the supply closet is literally so far from the actual office
  • that you just slide down and you’re like whY of all people,,,,,,did it have to be you,,,,,,,,the wORST person in the world 
  • and he’s like oH you think im happy about this?????
  • and you both make faces at each other that you can barely see,,,,and you’re just like “stay over there. don’t come near me.”
  • hoshi pretends to gag and is like i wouldnt go over there if my life depended on it
  • and you both wait,,,,silently,,,,,,,for someone else to come by
  • and it’s dark,,,,,quiet,,,,,and cold,,,,,,you wrap your arms around yourself and tuck your head onto your knees,,,,
  • slowly,,,,you feel yourself get drowsy,,,,and hoshi seems to be saying something but,,,,,,,you’re off to zzz land
  • waking up,,,,,you find that you’re still in the closet,,,,but something is draped around you and you can see the lights are back on and hoshi is still on the otherside,,,,in just his dress shirt and you realize that whats keeping you warm is his blazer
  • for a split second you want to throw it off and go “what the hell?” but then you cling to it,,,,keeping you warm in the closet and you curse the fact that the AC is so damn high
  • a couple of minutes later the doorknob turns and jun opens up the door,,,,,only for you and hoshi to jump up and for a second jun is stunned
  • but then,,,,with a smirk he’s like “i knew it,,,,,,,,you were never enemies,,,,,,you were actually l~o~v~e~r~s,,,,,,,locking yourselves up in a closet tsk tsk”
  • and you’re like WHAT and hoshi is like junhui please you know
  • and jun points to the blazer around your shoulders and you’re like !!!!!!!!!!! we can expl-
  • but it’s too late jun is down the hall shouting out that whoever bet on you two secretly dating gets all the spoils because he just found you two rendezvousing in the SUPPLY CLOSET
  • you and hoshi both try to talk over him,,,,but everyone’s already enthralled throwing winks and wolf whistles
  • and you turn to hoshi and you’re like lOOK what you’ve done again and he’s like EXCUSE ME i saved your freezing butt in there
  • and everyone is chanting about how CUTE this lovers quarrel is and ,,,,,,,,,,
  • you and hoshi just storm out of the office,,,,,,,you throw his blazer back at him and without looking at each other you both turn and try to walk opposite ways
  • until you turn back and so does he and he’s like ,,,,,,,,,,, “listen-”
  • and you’re like “yeah i know, screw it they’re not gonna live this down.”
  • and without another word you pull hoshi into a kiss and ,,,,,it isn’t half bad
  • actually it isn’t bad at all
  • and its nice because ur still cold from the closet and being close to someone,,,,,,,,like this,,,,,,,and hoshi’s big hands,,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,,
  • you pull back and you’re like “it  could work.”
  • hoshi nods but then with his hand still around your waist he’s like
  • “i still hate you though and you’re the demon of the office.”
  • scrunching up your nose you’re like “HEY you’re no angel either.”
  • “,,,,,,,”
  • “let’s do the thing where we make out again?”
  • “,,,,,,,,yeah ok good plan.”
Don´t judge a book by its cover Part 1

My entry for Michelle´s 2K Follower Challenge (@luci-in-trenchcoats)

First try at a Story with A/B/O dynamics.

I´ll porbably turn this into a series

Wordcount: 1706

Characters: Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Sam Omega!Reader

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Angst, language, attempted sexual assult (if this triggers you please don´t read), a little bit of fluff

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

When we first met

As an Omega you hadn´t allways had it easy. Burt as an Omega that was a hunter and worked alone? Well while it wasn´t unheard of it was definetily something other hunters frowned upon. That was the reason you avoided other hunters as best as you could your only contacts in the comunity being Bobby and Garth.

Bobby had been a grumpy old Alpha who you had met a few years ago on a which hunt. He had known your father who had been a hunter too and so he had given you a fair chance to prove yourself as he knew that your father had trained his children, all being Alphas except for you, well. You had stayed in contact with the hunter ever since, taking up hunts if he asked you to or you calling him when you were stuck on the reserarch.

With Garth you would even go as far as to call him a friend. Bobby had called you once asking you to help the, at that time still inexpirienced Beta, to hunt down a pack of werewolves. You had taken an immediate liking to him as he hadn´t even so much as raised an eyebrow  at the fact that you were an Omega hunting all on your own.

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anonymous asked:

I have heard rumors that some DG accuse Lizzington fans of promoting incest (social medias). Seriously, incest! As far as I know, until recently several people from TBL have said that Red is not Liz's father, so ... And BTW, why would not it be possible to have a respectful debate between the two clans. Perhaps it would be interesting to know their point of view.

This is the biggest fallacy DG’s have about Lizzington. People who ship Lizzington absolutely DO NOT believe they are related. The thought of incest makes us puke just like everyone else. We DO NOT see their relationship as paternal. Most fans can see the ambiguity in their relationship - some think it is paternal, while others think it is something else entirely, and some have no idea. The something else entirely is the side of the fence we fall on. And we don’t for a minute think that our Red was the DNA match. You can read about the impostor theories to get details on that.

Again Jon Bokenkamp says watch the show. Look at the characters on the show who do not think this is a familial relationship or at least see something going on (taken from yesterday’s post):

Let’s look at the task-force members first. What do they think?

  • Donald Ressler to Lizzie -  Sounds like someone’s a little jealous. Uncle Red’s got a new crush
  • Donald Ressler to Lizzie -  What’s going on with you and Reddington? You two have a little lovers’ quarrel?
  • Donald Ressler to Red talking about Liz not showing up -  What, are you in the doghouse?
  • Harold Cooper - Assumed that Kirk was Liz’s father, even though he has known Red a long time -  It shouldn’t be a surprise. You must have known there was a chance she’d discover Kirk was her father when you put him on your list.
  • Samar - Was trying to figure out who Red was to Liz -  You know everyone talks about it, right? They don’t want to bring it up with you. Why you? Who is he to you?

Then look at the Blacklister’s who have made a comment or two about Red’s relationship with Liz:

  • Anslo Garrick - Have to admit Red I never thought you would come out of the box. Then her.  She was unexpected.  The old boy still has got the touch.
  • Madeline Pratt – Tell me about her. How did you pick her? Red – Fate. Madeline – She’s a little young for you.  Red – Ya think?
  • Berlin - Until one day I made a connection. Elizabeth Keen. That’s why we’re sitting here today. Because of Keen. I know you care for her as much as you care for your wife.  …You have the power to destroy me, but you’re offering me a way out because you’re blinded by passion
  • Luther Braxton - Well, you better hurry. ‘Cause your girlfriend, the princess, she’s got the answers in her head that I’m looking for.
  • Solomon - Even if your girlfriend gets off a shot or two….
  • Solomon -  What is the deal with you two anyways? It’s what everybody wants to know. Some say it’s a daddy/daughter thing. Others swear it’s May-September. I prefer to believe it’s a little of both.

Even Liz did not think of Red as a father-figure before this “proof” of DNA from a sample taken 30 years ago:

  • In S2 when Tom asked Liz if Red was her father:  No. My father died when I was 4, in a fire. Reddington was there. I think she may have been, too.
  • In S2 Liz talking to Red when she remembered what happened the night of the fire:  I could hear them arguing. He was hurting her. And I know why my father died that night. I shot him.
  • In S3 Liz talking to Cooper the day of her wedding:  You are the closest thing I have to a real father.
  • In S3 when Liz was about to be knocked out she used his correct first name and said something that was not very daughter like, especially when she added the “do” emphasis: Raymond, I do love….
  • In S4 when she found out Kirk was not her father after all, she made a comment to Red that she should have believed him that her father was dead - even though she “knew” Red slept with her mother. She still did not think he was her father.

Also some tweets from the Producers and Writers of the show:

I am not trying to get DG’s to believe Lizzington. I am just pointing out that we are not alone in believing Red and Liz are not related. Again I understand others believe they are related and that is cool. But please do not accuse Lizzington of promoting incest. If the show proves that Red is Liz’s father, we will stop shipping them immediately and mourn for all the pain they put us through.

Thanks for the question #anon

“I suppose the traditional way to conclude this is we cross Hanzo swords. Well, it just so happens this hacienda comes with its very own private beach. And this private beach just so happens to look particularly beautiful bathed in moonlight. And there just so happens to be a full moon out tonight. So, sword-fighter, if you want to sword fight, that’s where I suggest. But if you wanna be old school about it–and you know I’m all about old school–then we can wait ‘til dawn and slice each other up at sunrise–like a couple of real-life, honest-to-goodness samurais.”

-Bill, “Kill Bill: Vol. 2″

Protection// Im Jaebum(Part 9)

Originally posted by got7kings

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Vampire

Summary: After being saved from an absolute stranger, you find yourself in a different world; A world you never knew existed, a world where you find yourself less protected than before.

Author’s Note:Things are going to start getting intense c: I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara

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You felt nerves begin to rise in the pit of your stomach when you and Bambam arrived back at the dorm.  You knew that the boys weren’t home yet, and that they wouldn’t be home any time soon, but for some reason, you felt as if they were watching you, as if they knew where exactly you were and, for some reason, you could feel that Jaebum was rushing back to the dorm. You could feel your insides boil and begin to hurt for some reason, but you didn’t know why.

Whenever you thought of Jaebum, you got this overwhelming sensation in your stomach, one that you found incredibly hard to put into proper words, and then afterwards, it was almost like you could feel the emotions that he was feeling at that moment. It was almost as if you could feel the true feelings of his heart. You wondered why it was like that, but you were positive that if you asked one of the boys, they would tell you it was because you were ‘meant to be’ with him.

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blacksmithgendry  asked:

I miss your AxG headcanons so pls tell me about your favorite moments between the two and why they're important

i miss talking about them in general tbh. like im so happy about the asoiaf fandom being comatose but goddamn! i miss arya and gendry sf much. and it hurts all the more knowing their ACTUAL CANON REUNION is practically within fucking reach but grrm refuses to finish twow. its torture. but whatever. im gonna list like every single arya/gendry scene now to cope™ 

  • with ned: okay not technically a moment between them except it kinda is??? an entire book before they even meet and they have these parallel scenes with ned where we see how stubborn and defiant they are. 
  • love @ first sight: gendry is literally introduced into arya’s story defending her. i love him. 
  • the (fight) proposal: you ever notice how they mirror each other in that scene where arya tries to get gendry to fight her?? cause i have. and how they both lead the other around. which is like their relationship in a nut shell 
  • “Stubbornly, Arya dragged all the harder, pulling the crying girl along. Hot Pie scuttled back inside, abandoning them … but Gendry came back.” nuff said
  • as m’lady commands: obviously iconic. what can i say that i havent before? nothing. but i wanna emphasize the significance of arya confiding her identity in gendry. again. like jfc. he’s the only one. her arc revolves around this being a secret and fragile thing. that could make or break her. and he protects it which protects arya. and when every one else sees arry or weasel or nan gendry sees arya. the power of a name y’all. also kindred spirits. oh and gendrys shameless flirting before he finds out arya is highborn. 
  • The Female Gaze: the language here is my fave. its almost flowery for arya. (the play of muscles~~ the steel music he made~~) just like when she watches him polish his “”beautiful”” helm. even if arya isn’t consciously crushing she admires gendry abilities…….and his smoking hot bod. 
  • that time arya saw gendry naked. grrm wrote that tiny detail in for no reason im sure lmao
  • the first chapter in asos where arya’s all about the determined stubborn look on gendrys face. just some more casual observations that im sure mean nothing. oblig: “"NO!“ Arya and Gendry both said, at the exact same instant.” theres a trope for that. plus mutual teasing of hot pie. the latter two here show how they’re on the same freaking wave length. about most things at least. 
  • “In his chainmail shirt with a sword in his hand, Gendry looked almost a man grown, and dangerous.” here she goes again. 
  • acorn hall: listen im gonna keep it short on this one bc if i Start its gonna get out of control real fast. so i’ll say this: endgame 
  • the most underrated thing about the stoney sept is how arya stands on gendrys shoulders to pour water over those men. imagine his pov. ugh. but like he was there for her to literally stand on when she needed a boost.  
  • and then they have their little lovers quarrel at the peach but i love that shit too. the angst of it all. they have a real difficult time seeing the others perspective sometimes bc they’re from different worlds but i think in the future this will become easier for them. bc the worlds in for a rude awakening. bonus: i love gendry blushing. its important. 
  • Gendry hooted. “Those soft little things?” he called out.” arya’s hands have killed. gendry’s literally seen them covered in blood but then he literally yells this in a room full of people. he doesn’t see her as this killer. he still thinks she’s just a girl with soft little hands.  
  • gendry joining the brotherhood seemingly sucks but they had to be separated so they could meet when they’re older and wiser and ready 2 be together. thats storytelling 101 
  • im gonna call this bullet: god bless ned dayne. his existence is a huge neon sign of romantic subtext lmao. the mental image of gendry in this scene kills me. he was so pressed. 
  • and then gendry chased arya through the trees and the rain before she was kidnapped by the hound. he tried to save her. again. but she needs to be on her own AND I GET THAT AND I RESPECT IT because its important for their relationship and character growth 
  • their reunion. it hasnt happened yet but i already love it 

anonymous asked:

If all this years the FBI doesn’t really know whether Red is Liz’s dad, why is it that no one on the task force acts like they think Red and Liz are father and daughter? (Not sure about Cooper though, he gives me headaches. And he’s the one to be angry?) Ressler teased about them being an item on several occasions. Unless they tell us Ressler loves incestuous jokes too, I would assume he and others don’t see father/daughter because they don’t act like they are. (Firsthand UST exposure…?) 1/2

Let’s look at the task-force members first. What do they think?

  • Donald Ressler to Lizzie -  Sounds like someone’s a little jealous. Uncle Red’s got a new crush
  • Donald Ressler to Lizzie -  What’s going on with you and Reddington? You two have a little lovers’ quarrel?
  • Donald Ressler to Red talking about Liz not showing up -  What, are you in the doghouse?
  • Harold Cooper - Assumed that Kirk was Liz’s father, even though he has known Red a long time -  It shouldn’t be a surprise. You must have known there was a chance she’d discover Kirk was her father when you put him on your list.
  • Samar - Was trying to figure out who Red was to Liz -  You know everyone talks about it, right? They don’t want to bring it up with you. Why you? Who is he to you?

Then look at the Blacklister’s who have made a comment or two about Red’s relationship with Liz:

  • Anslo Garrick - Have to admit Red I never thought you would come out of the box. Then her.  She was unexpected.  The old boy still has got the touch.
  • Madeline Pratt – Tell me about her. How did you pick her? Red – Fate. Madeline – She’s a little young for you.  Red – Ya think?
  • Berlin - Until one day I made a connection. Elizabeth Keen. That’s why we’re sitting here today. Because of Keen. I know you care for her as much as you care for your wife.  …You have the power to destroy me, but you’re offering me a way out because you’re blinded by passion
  • Luther Braxton - Well, you better hurry. ‘Cause your girlfriend, the princess, she’s got the answers in her head that I’m looking for.
  • Solomon - Even if your girlfriend gets off a shot or two….
  • Solomon -  What is the deal with you two anyways? It’s what everybody wants to know. Some say it’s a daddy/daughter thing. Others swear it’s May-September. I prefer to believe it’s a little of both.

Even Liz did not think of Red as a father-figure before this “proof” of DNA from a sample taken 30 years ago:

  • In S2 when Tom asked Liz if Red was her father:  No. My father died when I was 4, in a fire. Reddington was there. I think she may have been, too.
  • In S2 Liz talking to Red when she remembered what happened the night of the fire:  I could hear them arguing. He was hurting her. And I know why my father died that night. I shot him.
  • In S3 Liz talking to Cooper the day of her wedding:  You are the closest thing I have to a real father.
  • In S3 when Liz was about to be knocked out she used his correct first name and said something that was not very daughter like, especially when she added the “do” emphasis: Raymond, I do love….
  • In S4 when she found out Kirk was not her father after all, she made a comment to Red that she should have believed him that her father was dead - even though she “knew” Red slept with her mother. She still did not think he was her father.

And when Liz told Red that he was her father he didn’t look relieved at all. In fact he looked pained. But he didn’t deny it because he is holding a much larger secret that he absolutely does not want her to know. She he will let her believe this - at least for a while. And Liz had kind of an odd expression on her face when she hugged him. I still think she wonders what her feelings are in all of this. She must be very conflicted.

Thanks for the question #anon

Just friends ~ Part six

Originally posted by bingutabi1104

Originally posted by gd-mah-luv

Originally posted by coupdetop

A/N ~ Ok, so I fought with myself A LOT with this one, on wether or not I should change/sensor what is in it but after a long discussion with a friend I decided to keep the original piece in there. I really hope no one takes offence to this, this is purely fiction but I did want to highlight how easily things can get out of control when not dealt with also. So please if you don’t like it, it is only a small bit of the fic to skim past.

Theme ~ Angst/fluff

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ Bigbang

Warning ~ Strong language and a small amount of graphic sexual assault

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It had been a week and the image of you laying naked and panting beneath him wouldn’t leave Seung hyun’s mind, no matter how much he tried to deny it the reality was he had wanted to see you like that for a long time. He had been constantly fighting himself and his urges, his urges to touch you, to kiss you, to pick you up and carry you to his room. Now that he finally allowed himself to give into his urges, you refused him. He thought you wanted it too but the look on your face and the monotone of your voice told him he was dead wrong, his biggest fear had come true, that every action he had picked up from you that indicated you felt the same was all in his head.


“Hyung….” Taeyang shouted pulling Seung hyun back to reality.


“Huh?” he asked in a dazed state, almost like he had just woken up.


“We’ve been trying to tell you for five minutes that you’re up” Seungri replied with a smirk as he gave him a pat on the shoulder.

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Higher (pt 2)

Originally posted by formerprincejunmyeon

Member: Exo Suho/Junmyeon

Type: Fluff/Angst/Slight Smut/Future Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

The man touched your elbow slightly as you both landed in front of the doors to the penthouse. His hand went to the knob, turning it and swinging the door open.

“I’m pretty sure this is illegal,” you pointed out, and the man’s grin grew wider, the dimple at the side of his mouth becoming more apparent as he motioned for you to enter.

He chuckled, “Nothing’s illegal when you have money.”

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anonymous asked:

I'm a sucker for angst,so if possible, can you do a scenario in which Undertaker and his s/o are having a serious fight? And his s/o is completely right but he just won't accept he's wrong until he sees how hurt she is

*rises up out of my coffin* DID SOMEONE SAY ANGST


The inside of London’s most recognizable mortuary is typically quiet during the night. (Y/N) and the Undertaker don’t have many problems with their neighbors, that’s for sure. The happy couple is usually content to curl up in a coffin and sleep the night away.

Tonight is not a typical night. Tonight, the windows rattle with the sounds of an intense lovers’ quarrel.

“I can’t believe you did that, Adrian! I mean, how could you?!” The lady isn’t actively pacing the floors, but she looks no less agitated for it. Her fingers drum on the nearest table and her weight shifts from one foot to the other. Her lover is not like everyone else, certainly… she thought he was just eccentric. She never dreamed he’d do something so reckless. It seems he really is mad as a hatter. “Do you realize how many people died aboard the Campania?! Just so you could – could – what the hell were you even trying to accomplish, anyway?!”

While Undertaker is clearly upset in his own right, he’s not as visibly worked up as his darling. Why should he be? He wanted to do his little experiment, he did it, and it’s not as big of a deal as he’s making it out to be. How long has she been alive, in comparison to him? She’s got no right to lecture him like this. “I told y’ already, I wanted ta see what would ‘appen! ‘N’ what do y’ care about all those people, ‘uh? Y’ didn’t know any of ‘em! They weren’t yer friends er family!”

“They were someone’s friends and family!” she hisses back at him. “What do you think, that doesn’t count for anything?! Do you really think I can only be upset if I knew them?!”

His nails dig into the other table, marring its surface with long gashes. “Y’re bein’ ridiculous! If y’ didn’t like what I ‘ad planned, then ‘ow come y’ didn’t say somethin’ about it?!”

The rage seems to be rising inside her chest as her heels scrape against the floor. Why is he like this? Why is he so damn stubborn and can’t admit that he’s done something stupid? “Maybe because I didn’t think you were actually going to do it! Who in their right mind does something like that, Adrian?! Just because you wanted to see what would happen?! I could have told you what would happen! Any sane person could have told you what would happen if you let loose a horde of soulless, ravenous beasts onto a ship full of people!”

That’s enough!” Instead of slipping off the table, his fist suddenly slams down onto it. What right does she have to criticize him? Hasn’t she said before that his curiosity is one of the things she loves about him? Why is it a problem now, just because the outcome was unfortunate? “It was an experiment! I can’t predict the future! ‘N’ it’s not like it affects y’ anyway! Ain’t that right? Y’ don’t even know any of their names! Why can’t y’ jus’ say y’ fergive me ‘n’ we can move on?!”

Her escalation takes things a step further by knocking several glasses and jars off the table she’s been standing near. They shatter against the ground, splinters of glass and pottery scattering in every direction at the couple’s feet. “BECAUSE MAYBE I CAN’T FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS!

The air freezes, and through his bangs, (Y/N) can see his glimmering chartreuse eyes widen in shock. Everything is silent for a moment as Undertaker just stares at her, then his body goes limp. Any trace of anger is gone, and he leans on the table as if he’s gotten very tired very quickly. “… Love… no… that’s – that’s not what I want… I’m… I’m sorry, I…”

But he doesn’t know what else to say, and nothing (Y/N) says now can hurt him more than what she’s already said.

Granted

Originally posted by winner-13

Granted
Genre: Angst

“How could you do this to me!” you sobbed while shoving away your boyfriend.

“Jagiya, let me explain” Minho grabbed your arms as gently as he could in an attempt to calm you.

“Explain what Minho! You slept with her!” you tugged your wrist out of his grasp. “You promised!” you did your best to choke back your tears. “You promised you wouldn’t do this again…You-Dammit!” your voice cracked as your legs finally gave in. You’d wasted a lot of energy yelling at him. More so than anything else you tried to keep your distance, because the moment he wrapped his arms around you. Cupped your cheeks and whispered your name with an apology you’d be done for.

It’d become routine at this point. You’d been with him for six years. It was hard to imagine your life without him. You always forgave him.

But that’s what was best for relationships wasn’t it? Forgiveness. Working through the problem no matter what the cost.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a Dybala imagine where he hates you but sees you flirting with someone and gets jealous so he tries to make you jealous? Ps I love your blog so much it's literally my fave 😍😍❤️

again, this didn’t go the way i planned but i hope u like it tho?? also if u want me to write a 2nd (smutty) part to it, let me know! 💕


He watched as the guy’s hands snaked around her body, holding her close to him as they talked. Her beautiful hair shimmered in the dim light, a dark red satin dress hanging from her body in all the right places. She laughed at something the guy said, silvery and clear, her plump lips stretching into one of her breathtaking smiles and her slim fingers tracing a seam on the guy’s suit.

She was driving Paulo insane.

Quite literally maybe, because before Paulo knew it, he was standing next to Paul Pogba, a glass of bubbly in his hand and a groan falling from his mouth. And all of this because of some girl he couldn’t even stand.

“Who is that guy?“ 

Paul, who had been busy filling his plate with a few mini pizzas, jumped at the sound of Paulo’s voice. “Merde!”

“Sorry,” Paulo said as he picked up one of the mini pizzas himself and then, after looking at it for a second, popped it into his mouth. Living in Italy had many perks.

“How often do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me?” Paul added with a shake of his head before he continued, “What guy are you talking about anyway?”

“This one over there.” He nodded in the direction, making a face.

It took Paul approximately zero point two seconds to catch on. With a big grin plastered on to his face, he turned away from the buffet to face his teammate. “Oh, you mean the one talking with Y/N?”

Choosing not to fall for Paul’s games, Paulo merely hissed, “Yes.”

“I think that’s some sponsor’s son. Pretty sure I’ve seen him on one of those Juve events before. Why are you asking?" 

“No reason.” 

Paul nodded, still grinning. “Sure.” 

Taking another gulp of his champagne (it was mid-term and they still had to play quite a few games until the break, but he figured that one glass wouldn’t get him into trouble), Paulo’s gaze darted back to where Y/N and that guy stood, still talking to each other, still standing close. 

Jesus Christ, it was annoying. He was annoying. And by ‘he’, Paulo meant himself. Why the hell was he acting all … weird? He’d never liked Y/N, and she’d never liked him. Everyone knew that. So why was there this strange heat clawing its way up his neck, blinding every one of his rational thoughts and making him feel like his tie might strangle him any second now? 

Plus, this wasn’t fair — Paulo and Y/N’s relationship had always been two-way. They both disliked each other, they both didn’t care about each other, they both avoided each other. It was all mutual. So how could it be that now, he seemed to be the only one bothered? 

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he watched as the guy’s hand slipped down Y/N’s side to rest at her hipbone. 

Paulo’s heart hammered against his ribcage. 

“That’s enough,” he mumbled under his breath. 

Paul shot him a confused look, a semi-chewed mini pizza coming into view when he opened his mouth to speak. “What?” 

Paulo walked over to the bar. His plan was childish, he knew that. What he didn’t know was why he had even come up with it in the first place, or what he wanted to accomplish. Still, he continued to walk — towards a girl. 

He’d met her before. Her name was Sophia, she too was a sponsor’s daughter, and she looked like the type of girl every man would like to sail down Venice’s canals with — long black hair, tan skin, long legs, red lips. Yeah, she was gorgeous but she didn’t make his heart pound. 

“Sophia,” he said, leaning against the edge of the bar and lifting two fingers lazily to let the barkeeper know he wanted two more glasses of champagne. Sophia turned, her green eyes glistening in the low light. 

“Paulo, hey.” Her voice sounded too sultry for his liking already. It was too easy. 

“Thank you,” he told the barkeeper when he got his drinks, and handed one over to her. She smiled when she took it from his hand, letting her fingertips graze the back of it. God, was she reenacting every single rom-com? Despite his already kicking in boredom, Paulo moved closer to her body. He just hoped she wouldn’t send him packing — that’d be embarrassing. 

“Good season so far?” 

“Your father probably wouldn’t be sponsoring us anymore if not.” He knew he was being rude and he felt bad immediately after the sentence had flown from his mouth, but Sophia merely laughed and shrugged, not looking irritated in the slightest. 

“Probably, yeah,” she agreed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear before she added, “So, are you still single?” 

Paulo nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Well, you are very good-looking.” Sophia’s hand moved from her hair to his. Slowly, she ran his fingers through it. Paulo hoped her father wasn’t close enough to see this — he had a feeling he most likely wouldn’t like seeing his daughter flirt with one of his players. “But I figured you’d be dating this Y/N girl by now.”

At that, Paulo froze. “What? Why?” His eyes flickered over to where Y/N was, now sitting next to that guy from before; she had all of her attention fixed on him. Obviously, Paulo’s plan was a total success. He huffed. 

“My grandma always used to say: ‘The quarrel of lovers is the renewal of love.’ Which pretty much described your entire relationship.”

“Nah.” 

Sophia smiled. “Whatever. So, why did you come here?” As soon as she was done speaking, her smile widened, suggesting that she already knew the answer anyway. 

“You know why.” 

“Oh, so you want to repeat last year’s activities?” Activities. Paulo almost rolled his eyes. Geez, he really was very sullen today. 

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Y/N standing up. She looked like she wanted to walk over to the bar — where Paulo and Sophia still were — and stopped dead in her tracks. Paulo didn’t dare turn his head to see her more clearly, to watch her reaction and what she did. So instead he kept looking at Sophia.

Maybe he overdid it by letting his gaze trail the length of her body before he replied, but he did it nonetheless. “Oh yes, I do.” 

Just as Sophia was about to say something, Paulo felt a new presence next to his body. He looked over and — there she was. She looked so good in that dress. She looked so good with her eyes twinkling at him. She looked so good with her eyebrows raised. God damn it. 

“What are you staring at?” Y/N asked. 

Paulo turned away from Sophia to be able to look at you without straining his neck. “You. That dress. Your cleavage. Are you trying to impress someone?” 

“You’re gross. And no.” 

“Really?” He heard Sophia groan behind him but didn’t bother to turn around.

Y/N sighed, her eyes becoming softer but her nice voice turned sharper. “Okay, you got me. I was hoping to impress you, of course.” 

“Knew it,” Paulo said, stepping closer. He listened to Sophia’s heels clattering on the marble flooring as she walked away. “The way you look at me gave it away.” 

“That was intentional. I wanted my ardent longing for you to finally stop and I figured that that could only be done by you realizing I have deep feeling for you.” 

Paulo smiled, moved into her space and curled his fingers around her slim hip. His blood burned in his veins. “Yeah? Want me to stop that longing now?”

This time, the softening of Y/N’s eyes looked less fake. They looked as if there was a storm behind them, and it captured his gaze, holding him still and in place. He couldn’t move. Which was probably for the better, considering a lot of that boiling blood of his had rushed south. He took a deep breath when Y/N looked up at him with a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her plump lips. 

“You’re turned on.” 

“Yeah.” 

She didn’t seem to have expected that answer because her neatly plucked eyebrows shot up, and her mouth opened a little. She stared at him. Paulo could practically hear the wheels rattle in her head as she got lost in thought. 

“Okay.” 

Paulo narrowed his eyes. “’Okay’?” 

“Yeah. Let’s get out of here.” 

He smiled. “Okay.”

Boo! :P

Pairing: Jikook (Jungkook & Jimin)
Genre: Fluff

Requested by anon~ ^w^ I know this is a Halloween fic which was requested a long time ago.. and it’s November. I’m sorry ;~; I’ve been busy the past few weeks. But I hope you like it at least a bit. 

~

“Nonono.. I’m not going in there.. O-O” Hoseok backed up and hid behind the group, shaking his head repeatedly. “What if they separate us?”

“We’ll still be in pairs. It’s fine.” Yoongi crossed his arms, looking up at the haunted house.

“They might be doing groups of three too..” Jungkook pointed out, observing the groups ahead entering in.

“It seems they might be doing both..” Taehyung looked around curiously with fascinated eyes.

“Groups or not, I can survive this.” Jimin spoke confidently with a smug smirk, strolling in front of them in the line.


……

Jimin walked close to Jungkook, their arms touching as they entered the haunted house. He shuttered slightly in fear but tried not to let it show too much.

Jungkook quirked a brow. “Ah Jiminie-hyung, are you scared?” He teased softly with a grin.

“N-No..!” Jimin denied as they walked in the semi-darkness.

“Really now? Hm.. well you did seem confident earlier.”

“Y-Yes I am-” Jimin was interrupted by a sudden person jumping out at them. He didn’t scream but he death gripped Jungkook’s shirt and winced in fear.

The boy laughed and hid again, leaving an emotionally scarred Jiminie.

Jungkook looked down at Jimin, who was currently hugging him like his life depended on it. “Ah are you okay-”

Jimin let go slowly, brushing himself off. “Yes I’m okay.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a huff before continuing on with Jungkook.

The second time around, there was a bed in the middle of the room, with an obvious person under the bed sheets.

Jimin stiffened slightly in fear, continuing to hide behind Jungkook with a wince.. not wanting to find out how the person would jump scare them.

Jungkook wrapped a protective arm around him, smiling softly down at him reassuringly. “It’ll be fine..” He whispered.

“….” Jimin looked up with curious eyes, staring for a little while.. before he flinched at a sudden scream from the person in the bed. He clung on tighter to Jungkook and Jungkook’s arms immediately tightened around him as well.

The person dove back under the blanket and Jungkook slowly lead them ahead into the haunted house, Jimin’s eyes trained on him again as they stepped.

They slowly entered a pitch black part of the house, it being very heard to tell where they were stepping. Jimin felt Jungkook’s arm to make sure it was him. “Jungkook-ah.. that is you, right?”

Jungkook laughed and nodded his head. “Of course it’s me..”

He sighed in relief, smiling as well. “Good..”

Jimin cautiously stepped, keeping a firm grip on Jungkook. “Where are we even going..?” He questioned.

The younger shrugged a bit in response, scanning around. “I think I see some light over there.”

Jimin nodded. “A-Ah.. okay-” He felt someone poke his ankle and he gasped lightly, falling over towards Jungkook. Since he was already in Jungkook’s arms, on the other hand, he caught him smoothly.

“A-Ah.. Jiminie-hyung, are you okay?” Jungkook asked with obvious concern in his tone.

He leaned down a bit, not realizing what he was doing until his lips were on Jimin’s cheek. His eyes widened a bit and he pulled away with a blush, coughing awkwardly. “S-Sorry..” He spluttered an apology.

Jimin’s eyes widened as well, processing what was happening before looking at him in awe.. faintly being able to see his face since they were so close together. “it’s okay.. I’m fine.” He answered softly.

Jungkook nodded and then gently helped him lean back up. “Should we continue on now?”

Jimin nodded with a dull expression, clearly already done with all these scares. Though, he didn’t mind being this close to the younger.. it was very comforting.

They trekked onward into the darkness of the house, Jungkook protecting him 24/7 .. even if it was from a jump scare or just a scary figure in the corner of the room.

Jimin sighed in relief, his face hitting the cold breeze in the outdoors.

“Finally free..” He breathed out.

Jungkook smiled slightly in amusement and then leaned down. “You did well.” He ruffled Jimin’s hair gently.

“Aish.. I should be touching your hair, brat. I’m older.” Jimin leaned up on his tippy toes.
Jungkook chuckled. “oohoo.. look who’s all confident now~~”

“oohoo.. look who’s all confident now~~~” Jimin mocked his words, leaning his face closer by the second and so did Jungkook.

Their nose bumped together and just then, Jungkook & Jimin pulled away flustered and embarrassed. They both apologized in synch, their eyes trained to the ground.

The rest of the group exited the haunted house after this event.

Catching this lovers quarrel, Yoongi walked around them with his hands shoved in his pockets. “Break it up, love birds. We should get home now.” He commented.

Jimin crossed his arms with a huff. “W-We’re not love birds..” He denied, running after Yoongi in protest.

Jungkook followed behind with an idiot smile on his face.

“Should we go to another haunted house, Jiminie-hyung?”

“No!”

“Not even with me? I’ll protect you~”

“That’s in your dreams >///>”

“I look forward to them then.”



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Home Sweet Home? Part 2/5

Originally posted by hs-gifs

Warnings: Swearing 

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Y/N - Your name, Y/F/N - Your Full Name, Y/H/C - Your Hair Color

Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II Part 4 II Part 5


Pietro had heard Y/N talking to Nat when we got to the house yesterday, talking about having a crush on one of the Avengers among other things. He figured it was Captain America because all of the girls swoon over him all the time. When he saw her though he wished it was him. She was beautiful. She had soft Y/H/C hair, an amazing body and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, and coming from him that was saying something. Every time she would talk he would lose his concentration and Wanda would have to answer for him.

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Becoming Real - Part 4

Originally posted by butteryplanet

PART 1  |  PART 2   |   PART 3  |  PART 4

Characters: Thorin, Company, Reader.
Setting:
Erebor after BOTFA (Everyone lives, fix-it).
Synopsis: Firmly ensconced in Erebor and fed up with the tedium of their daily duties, Thorin’s company tries to revive old times by going on a camping trip. Meanwhile, Thorin is reconsidering his choice of queen and trying to avoid the company’s well-intentioned meddling into his love life, with mixed success.
Warnings:
NSFW. Angsty. Hurt/Comfort with a lot of hurt.  
Notes:
This is the first sequel to THE LONG DARK. It will make a lot more sense if you read that story first. My thanks go out to my darlings @hardlyfatal, @fromthedeskoftheraven​ and @snugsbunnyfluff  for listening to my interminable whining about this story, making excellent suggestions and slogging through my first (and n-th) drafts without a single complaint.
Words:
1611



Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
        — Pablo Neruda

 You left your shelter during a lull in the deluge. The way back was  ridiculously short, though the path was treacherous and slippery with mud. Thorin held onto your hand throughout, clearly unwilling to take chances.

The moment you stepped into the cave he let go of you.

All eyes turned to you as you entered. You saw a ribald remark form on Kíli’s lips, only to die when Fíli elbowed him hard. A flash of resentment pierced you, but it was gone as swiftly as it had arrived. None of this was his fault.

Soon it became clear to everyone that something bad had happened between you and Thorin. By unspoken agreement you sat in different corners of the cave, and when you took off your wet clothes to wrap yourself in a blanket, Thorin looked the other way.

To your relief, everyone knew better than to comment. They probably thought it was a run of the mill lovers’ quarrel that would blow over soon. So they made sure to carry on as usual.

You had no idea how to behave. A part of you still hoped for a resolution, but you knew Thorin had to get there on his own. So you decided to behave as normally as you could, even though your heart sat in your chest like a lead weight.

Besides, regardless of your personal feelings, you had a duty to the others. You wouldn’t spoil their good time if you could help it. So you smiled at Bofur’s jokes, ate the food Bombur had prepared even though it tasted like ash in your mouth, and when you finally curled up on your bedroll, you were so exhausted that you slept like a log.

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