this shit irritates me

It irritates the shit out of me when people interrupt me when I’m reading like, I’m in the zone, I’m in an entirely different fucking world so don’t fucking pat me on the shoulder susan

okay but WHATEVER YOU DO don’t think about Lance getting insecure about how annoying people act like he is. Like don’t imagine him telling a dumb joke like normal when all of a sudden he gets this look of realization on his face like oh, shit, I’m doing it again, they must be so irritated with me. Don’t imagine his mouth snapping shut suddenly and his smile instantly disappearing.
Don’t imagine nobody noticing.

BTS as the Mafia + How He Met You

|||Anon asked: I really liked your mafia monsta x post and was wondering if you could do something similar for got7 and bts?|||

Got7   Monsta X   Shinee


Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by https-km

  • Was a CEO of a large company when he decided to make some more money and started getting involved in shady business
  • One of the most chill leaders in the industry
  • But his easygoing personality is also one of his scariest traits as he doesn’t give a shit about killing and never thinks twice
  • That’s what gets him in trouble most of the time as he somehow always end up killing the wrong person
  • He’s so good at his job that no one even suspects that this CEO is also a mafia boss

You were the president of a rival company and had beef with him since before he even started his gang. He always wanted to persuade you to sell your company to him but you were too stubborn, so he thought that now he has a lot of skillful members maybe he could threaten you. One day he barged into your office.

“What the heck? Do you even know what knocking means?”

“Just shut up and listen to me. I’m going to give you one last chance to sell me your company and well if you don’t comply things will become ugly.”

“Kim fucking Namjoon, did you just threaten me?” you asked him pulling your gun out from under the table. “Because if you did, I swear to god…”

He didn’t plan for this turn of events and as much as he was surprised he couldn’t keep his laughter in.

“Woah, woah, Y/N. We have been friends for a long time now, haven’t we? Maybe I should have taken a different approach. How about you and me start this over by getting to know each other better?”


Park Jimin

Originally posted by biaswreckerchimchim

  • Can sweet talk people to do anything
  • That’s why he’s the best at making new allies and ties, bribing officials
  • Everyone tends to trust him quickly and he uses this for his advantage 
  • Doesn’t like getting his hands dirty and would rather talk his way out if possible
  • But when it’s not, that’s still okay with him as he can handle various kinds of weapons just as well as his tongue

You caught wind of the fact that your boss is helping the mafia in exchange for many and wanted to report him. Unfortunately Jimin got to you first. He was leaning against your car waiting for you. Before you had time to react he got your car keys and pushed you inside securing you in your seat.

“So a little bird told me that you were about to make a very stupid decision.” he told you taking out his knife and tracing the lines of your collarbone.

“I prefer not to make a mess so how about we make a deal as well?”

“I don’t need your filthy money.”

“Oh how brave! I guess I should offer you something else instead then.” he said starting the car and taking off with you in it.


Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by itsbtstuff

  • A lot of people think he’s too clumsy for this job as he tends to screw up before he even starts
  • But if it’s his lucky day he’s the 2nd most deadly man in the gang
  • His specialty - explosives
  • He likes to make a big entrance and for it to be really grand he makes all of the bomb and stuff himself
  • Enjoys the view of severed limbs spattering around, this feeling helps him realize just how amazing he his at what he does and how fascinating, strong and big his explosions are

He wanted to blow you up so bad but when you despite the short amount of time managed to catch and throw back one of his grenades he decided to have you no matter what.

“Hey, that’s not very nice!! I could have gotten hurt.” he shouted.

“Are you being serious right now?” 

“I always am. You see I got you right where I wanted to. Look around.” you looked down and saw that somehow you managed to get into his mine field.

“I like you and wouldn’t rather press this button so you have two choices, either I watch you go boom or you come with me.” he smirked.


J-Hope/Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by beatriceindre

  • Was the vice president of the company, so is now stuck with almost the same amount of work
  • He takes care of the companies legal stuff and makes sure the gangs illegal one doesn’t catch anyones’ attention
  • He’s so done with this job and would rather go on some missions to blow off some steam
  • But he’s only taken on them when it’s really necessary or when there’s not enough people
  • And that’s a shame as he’s crazy good with guns, especially long range ones, as he has been practicing every day

You made a contract with their company but somehow a they lost a hefty amount of money. Knowing that this was not a simple coincidence he decided to have a meeting with you.

“I think we have to discuss some things.” he stated.

“What do you want? I don’t have your money.”

“I never even said anything about money.” he smirked and then you understood that you told him too much before it even began. Hoseok stood up and went to your chair. He took your chin in his hands made you look at him.

“You know all of this shit makes me really tired and irritated and I wouldn’t want to take out my frustrations on you, so you better give me back all the money till evening or we will have to have a few more meetings just like this.”


Suga/Min Yoongi

Originally posted by jungsooneul

  • He’s an assassin but doesn’t like calling his job that and would rather say that he takes care of business
  • Sharp, precise, quick, silent, deadly
  • Can’t think straight when he’s tired and even managed to miss some targets (only to get them later) when he feel asleep waiting for them
  • Practices with Hoseok every single day but only because he’s the one who’s asking
  • Sometimes likes to go “hunting” at nights and you should pray that you never meet him on days like that

You searched for him because you knew he would be the only one to take your request. He looked at you from the bottom up.

“Aren’t you too young to be asking things like that?”

“Am not!”

“You sure? You’re really short.” he laughed.

“I didn’t come here to be made fun of. So will you do it? Will you kill my father?” you asked. This time he looked at you with serious eyes.

“Okay but you can keep the change.” he said handing you back all the money you gave him. You quickly turned around to catch him just before he disappeared into the darkness.

“Why?”

“Because you asked me nicely and also because I hope to see you again someday.” [x]


Jin/Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

  • He doesn’t have a particular job in the group as he’s mostly here to make sure that the members don’t make too much trouble for themselves and other gangs
  • Knew Namjoon since high school and was asked to come help
  • The gang would most likely fall apart without him as their chill leader tends to forget his duties more often than not
  • He’s a skilled medic and that’s a very big advantage for the gang as they don’t have to go through the hassle of explaining what happened in the hospitals
  • As much as he can save you from the verge of death, medical equipment in his hands can also turn into very dangerous tools as he can kill you slowly and painfully with the poisons he makes

You were part of the gang and trained under him to treat the injured.

“I see you’re getting pretty good at this.”

“That’s because you’re the one teaching me.”

“How about I show you one more of my tricks.” he said taking you over to the medical cabinet and taking all kind of drugs out.

“Oh, I know what you’re trying to do but I’m already more than experienced in making poison.” you smirked.

“Is that so? Maybe we should start some private lessons so you could teach me your way.”


Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

  • Smug and sassy 24/7
  • Everyone who meets him for the first time want to punch him in the face
  • And a lot of people try to do that but he has great, quick reflexes and easily evades them
  • Started from simple piracy but now can literally hack into anything but usually brags about it too soon and gets caught
  • That’s how he got recruited, he was about to go to jail when Namjoon noticed his talent and bailed him out

You two had a bit of a show down in cyber space and so after that he decided to track you down. He found you in a coffee shop on the other side of town. He walked in and sat down opposite you.

“And who might you be?” you looked up from your computer screen. He caught your gaze and smirked.

“Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?!” you almost spat your drink. “How did you find me? I hid my location.”

“Did you really think that silly protection of yours could stop me? But I’m not here for that. I’m here for you.” 


A/N: Ahh I finally did it!! 😃 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😊

Has anyone emailed the dan and phil shop about the fucking merch yet? 

Good God, I’m sick of this fucking debate. If you hate how they have used Japanese characters on their merch and how it’s offensive because they don’t speak Japanese, how they don’t realize what their doing is harmful because they are two White British Rich Men selling a culture that isn’t theirs. 

TELL THEM ABOUT IT!!

I’m sorry but I’m sick of everyone bitching about how ignorant Dan and Phil are, instead of actually doing something about the problem. 
They don’t monitor us like you think they do. They’re not nose deep in reviews or reading every post or even their own mentions. 

customer.services@danandphilshop.com is their email. 

They don’t want to hurt anybody, that’s not their intention. They also never want people to feel entitled that they MUST buy their product.
They’re never going to fix things if we don’t communicate with them directly. Has anyone thought about talking to Martyn? As he is kind of THE HEAD of their company?? 

It’s business. Reviews are good. Even the negative ones. They bring in better product. They’re trying to see what is going to sell and what’s not. But that isn’t solely based on the numbers, it’s also on customer appreciation too. 

So instead of getting all heated about it on Tumblr, actually do something about it. 

but mmmm i just love reducing the trauma of killing in arya’s arc to “hey it must be satisfying to just behead people” yeah not exactly. though sandra did look pretty satisfied after feeding ramsay to his own hounds but i guess we aint gonna acknowledge that this year because it doesnt fit d&ds dumbass narrative 

You Don’t Do It For Me Anymore 

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Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Based off “You Don’t Do It For Me Anymore” by Demi Lovato. Listen Here.


Now that I’ve learned all about you, a love just like ours wouldn’t last.

Sparks. Passion. Love.

All the things Theo Raeken had you feeling the moment you meet him.

Disconnected. Tired. Emotionless.

All the things Theo Raeken had you feeling now.

You not sure when it happened, what exact moment you fell out of love with Theo. Racking through your brain, it could of been after you found out about his extra curricular actives. Or when he came home fairly agitated, lashing out when all you wanted to do was help ease the tension built up in his muscles.

He’d apologized, tried to make it up to you with cheap kisses, overused compliments and any distraction attempt he could think of to divert your mind away from being mad at him, usually that came in the form of sex.

The faded photographs displayed around the living room caught your eye. Both of you were so happy - in love. But now, all of that was in the past.

The door opened and slammed shut within 5 seconds. Theo wondered in, visibly annoyed. You glanced his way, hoping to kick start the flicker that had been burning on low for moments - nothing, no spark. He grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, by now it was routine.

“Do you want to talk about it?”. Asking, even if the answer was staring right back at you.

Theo took a swing of the liquor, licking the alcohol off his lips. “No, baby, I don’t want to talk about it”. He snapped, setting the bottle down on the wooden tile kitchen bench.

Not even the use of the nickname baby or babygirl made any impact - no butterflies, no skip of the heart.

“Right, well I’ll leave you to your self-pity party then”. Retorting back with irritation.

“Excuse me, for having a shit day and wanting to come home and relax instead of talking about my feelings, Y/N”.

The last word always had to be his. Not this time.

Leaning over the fruit bowl in the middle of the table, you swiped the bottle, taking a huge sip. Theo just watched as the bottle touched your lips. You emptied the rest of the liquor that was left in the sink.

“What the hell, babygirl?”. His brow crinkled, hands gripping the side of the bench.

“Oh, were you still drinking that?. My bad”. Shrugging your shoulders, like it wasn’t a big deal.

There was no real reason for wasting a perfectly good bottle of beer. Not one that you could think of anyway.

Nonetheless, you needed to rile Theo up more than he already was. To see if the spark could be ignited by another method. After all, passion along with the sheer lustful desire of Theo ripping off your clothes, was what attracted you to him in the first place.

“You knew very well that I wasn’t finished”. He proceeded to follow you to the adjoining living room.

“Then get yourself another one, problem solved”.

His face told you he hated the tone you were using, almost condescending.

“The pack is already driving me up the wall, Y/N. Why do you have to join in too?. I wanted to come home and relax with my girlfriend, watch a movie, cuddle even. Not fight over a stupid beer bottle”.

Here was the perfect opportunity to nudge Theo a little more, it wasn’t the best plan, but desperate times called for extreme desperate measures.

“Says the person who started the fight in the first place, way to take responsibility Theo”. Was it hypocrite to accuse him of that?. Absolutely. Did you care?. Not in the slightest.

There was no desire to grab him by the neck and kiss him. The lust you felt every time he stood close, was completely non-existent. All that was standing in front of you was a man - a man you didn’t have feelings for anymore. But you let Theo kiss you, let his hand disappear underneath your shirt.

“I don’t want to fight, baby, not tonight”. He breathed in your ear.

One more time, your heart whispered with a soft thud, let him love you one more time. At this point it seemed pointless, considering your head had already decided the love was gone. But your heart was still coming to terms with it. So not wanting to disappoint, you let Theo play with your body.

I’m well aware I lie to you, when I lay with you.

Staring at the ceiling, nothing felt the same. Not the bed sheets, pillows, or Theo’s shirt that hung loosely off your body. Not even the way Theo made love to you just minutes before, or the way you called out his name.

A tear slid down the corner of your left eye.

Turning on your side, Theo’s chest lightly lifted up and down as he slept soundly. Using a soft touch, you ran several fingers through his already messy hair, making it more disheveled than it was. Then you ventured down just below his collarbone, letting a finger ran over the love bite that you gave him.

“I didn’t want it to end this way, believe me when I say that”, quieting mumbling, not wanting him to wake up. A second tear rolled down. “I did love you, more than I thought I could love anyone. But somewhere along the way-”. Swallowing the golf ball seized lump in your throat, you stopped. Realizing that what you wanted to say was too hard, you grabbed the spare notepad on the bedside table, and begun writing.

Theo,

You deserve the truth, so here it goes. My heart just isn’t in this relationship. The spark, the endless passion I thought wouldn’t run out - has. Please don’t hate me, but I can’t keep lying to you.

I know this is going to hurt and for that I’m sorry, but you don’t do it for me anymore. And instead of staying in a broken, loveless, relationship I’m setting both of us free.

Goodbye, Y/N

Folding the note in half, you wrote Theo’s name in bold capital letters. Stripping off his shirt and leaving it next to the note, you changed into black jeans and a basic white top. Digging through the closet, a suitcase had already been packed days earlier.

No, you don’t do it for me anymore.

Walking out of the bedroom, you received a short flashback of Theo tickling your sides, cheekily pinning you against the wall and closet. That was the same night the two of you moved in together. Now, that memory had changed too constant bickering and Theo punching a hole in the wall from the overbearing stress of leading a pack.

Next, the living room came into view. Sliding your hand over the couch, a flashback entered in your mind of the time Theo came home thinking that you were asleep, that’s when he told you he was falling in love with you. Now, that memory faded into Theo sleeping on the couch after kicking him out of the bedroom.

The kitchen earned a smile, your favourite flashback came into view. Waking up to see Theo cooking breakfast in nothing but his boxers, he’d shape the pancakes in love hearts. Whenever you try to help, Theo would grab your waist before passionately placing a kiss on your lips, the sound of his morning voice calling you “baby”, once sent shivers up and down your body. Now, that memory was replaced with an empty kitchen, a drunk Theo and no shiver when he uttered the word “baby”.

The house that had so much colour, had now become a cold, black and white photo. You and Theo were a different kind of love, one that flamed too quick and burned out just as quickly.

why???? start drama????????? when you can just show love and support to idols??? like sit down open your gallery take a good look at them to remind yourself that they are human like you and that they deserve only love like you

The Mistress - Chapter 9

Summary: It’s the morning after Negan showed the reader his vulnerable side and he’s a bit worried about that, but the reader is eager to prove that she can keep it between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Dwight, Sherry

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Choke Play, Blowjob, Rough Sex & a little bit of Voyeurism

Notes: It starts off as kind of a fluff piece, but then gets very smutty. 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9366677/chapters/23713719

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stupid thoughts #372

Whenever I hear the word ‘antisocial’ now, all I can picture is like, an ice cream social, but everyone is just there to talk about Anti.

Also Anti himself is there, but just for the free ice cream.

Why I’m Angry About Akechi (spoilers)

I beat Persona 5 the other day and I’ve been doing nothing but stewing over the details and little things that bothered me. Yes, it was a fantastic game. But I’m going to delve into one specific issue that bothered me; Goro Akechi. Spoilers below, proceed at your own risk.

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anonymous asked:

You describe love and pain like someone who felt both in the deepest way. Have you? (Your tweets made me sad today. Hope u're ok <333)

When I was 18, I fell in love with a boy with the brightest smile and the shiniest eyes. He shined so bright. It was stupid but he did. Everywhere he went, he radiated confidence and warmth. And everybody loved him. Everybody was enamored with him. But i refused to be everybody. I refused to fall for his stupid shit. So i rolled my eyes and sighed and groaned whenever he walked into the room. I barely remembered his name. I wasn’t interested. He was full of shit. I knew it.
He was so tall, too. And he was dumb. He was so dumb. God. We were in a class during my freshman year in college together, and all his contributions exasperated me. Nothing he said was intellectually stimulating. There was void in his head. He irritated me. Still, our professor never gave him shit. He got special treatment because he was gorgeous.
God, I hated him.
Except I didn’t. And he knew it. He pushed my buttons and pulled a chair next to mine because I didn’t gush over him. He was curious why I looked so sad all the time, he told me. And it took me off guard. I wasn’t sad. I smiled all the damn time. I smiled just like him!
“My point, exactly,” he said.
He smiled after that and I fell right then and there.
Every time i called him by the wrong name, he corrected me politely and smiled and touched my hair, barely reacting when i glared at him and slapped his hands away. What a dick. He was so nice and it pissed me off. I knew it was all an act and I glared and rolled my eyes. But he knew i couldn’t breathe sometimes when he looked at me for too long. He knew i liked the attention and the smiling and the patience and the chasing. He knew it. I hated him.
I loved him like the sea loved the shore. And his glances were tender and his hands were warm. He touched me like I mattered and he called me his friend until i gave in and let him kiss me under the snow because he was a romantic and because i was, too, but never dared to admit it. He kissed me like they did in the movies and I saw stars and people called me crazy. It wasn’t even our first kiss, him having kissed me a few times before, in front of everyone too, on a whim because “he couldn’t control it” and because i “looked too cute” not to. (I had pulled two all nighters. I didn’t look cute. I was a mess). Still. That kiss under the snow I never got over.
I loved him like the sea loves the shore and he drove me mad and i loved him like crazy. I loved him and i loved him and i loved him. But i never told him. I was too proud. Too stubborn.
He waited for me but i never came around. I was condescending and insisted on keeping it between us. It hurt him because he thought i didn’t think he was enough for me. But the truth was that i didn’t think I was enough for him, that I didn’t love myself enough to give us a chance. He was so radiant and so beautiful and everybody loved him. And i was… well i was me. All I had going on for me was my 4.0 gpa and my faux confidence. And deep down, i truly believed i wasn’t a match for him and his looks. Many agreed as well. I had overheard a few hurtful conversations.
He introduced me as an acquaintance once and it hurt me. I knew he wanted to hurt me because i hurt him, and i hated him that day. I cried when i was alone and i hated myself for crying over a boy. Then we drifted apart because i was proud and stubborn and held grudges. He tried for days, then weeks, but i was cold and unforgiving. I was a dick. I called him dumb. I said i couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation. It hurt him. I knew it. The light went off in his eyes. I hurt him bad. I was a dick but i still thrived knowing i could affect him so much.
We didn’t talk for months, then i got him a gift for his birthday and he told me that he loved me and i kissed him on the mouth with both arms around his neck until he pressed me against the wall outside my building. we laughed until it was time to part but i never wanted to let go. He came to my concerts and i sang for him but we never kissed again after that night. We were friends. It was nice.
A friend of his died in a tragic car accident and he came to my building and i held him and i was there for him. He told me he loved me again and I didn’t say it back. He was too emotional. He couldn’t possibly mean it.
He waited weeks but i never reciprocated, so we drifted apart again.
I loved him but I never told him. And when he moved on and got an actual tall gorgeous/equally popular girlfriend, it killed me. I dedicated my stupid creative writing essay to him and he told me he loved it and that it made him cry. I hated him for admitting that he cried and that he felt things. I was so jealous.
He was happy. He loved her. It crushed me. I listened to Radiohead until my heart withered inside my chest. “I don’t wanna be your friend. I just wanna be your lover.”
I was heartbroken and I hated myself. It was my birthday and one of my closest friends flew from london to cheer me up. He knew i was fucked up over some dude but never told anyone and internalized all of it cause i was too proud and too strong.
We went to a bar with some people and the new girlfriend joined our table. She was so nice it infuriated me. She was perfect. She looked at me like i was wounded. That’s how i knew that she knew. I was so sad, so crushed. I liked her. I couldn’t even resent her.
I drank like i never drank before that night, and my friend from london paid for all of it and kept his arm around my shoulder the entire night. I told him when he dragged me outside. I told him my heart hurt and that I was crushed and he told me that i was prettier than the new girl. It was stupid and it wasn’t what i was worried about but it still made me smile. We went back inside, me in my kanye west sweater that he got me for my birthday and him in his black hoodie. Then he got me three other rounds of drinks.
I don’t remember much after that. we went to some club and i danced and i sang and i drank. I drank so much i couldn’t even stand. I didn’t know what i was doing. I couldn’t even go back to campus. But i wasn’t worried because my friend from london was going to take care of me and my broken heart and my drunk self. We had known each other for years. He was the only one i trusted enough to be vulnerable with, to admit that I loved a boy and that I pushed him away because I was scared. He dragged me to the studio apartment he had rented for the weekend and let me have the bed.
I curled around myself and hoped our other friend, who was on a couch somewhere in the studio, wouldn’t hold it against me. I had never gotten this drunk before.
I fell asleep and when i woke up, my zipper was being undone and there were hands under my shirt. And when i tried to speak i was shushed, and when i tried to move, my wrists were pinned above my head.
I was too drunk to do a damn thing but i was also embarrassed because my other friend was right there in the dark room while my friend from london straddled me in bed. When he kissed me, it was bitter and i didn’t see stars. Something within me broke. and when he slipped a hand in my pants, my soul shattered and i was never the same again.

I cried the entire way back to campus. It was 4 in the morning and i didnt remember leaving the rented studio apartment but i remembered crying until the sun rose. I remembered sleeping and crying in bed for the rest of the weekend. I remembered all of that.
I couldn’t tell anyone and it took me nearly a year to put the events of that night into words. Whatever.
My shiny boy reached out to me because he noticed the light “went off” in my eyes, and a part of me wanted to tell him and run to him and just be weak and ask for his help. But I couldn’t. He was still with her. They were happy.
They broke up not too long after that and we were friends again and i was still in love. But when he tried to touch me, i realized i hated myself and my body and him and the world.
I pushed him away. I never asked for his help. He gave me one last shot and told me that he loved me again. But i was far too broken to give in. Every bone in my body begging me to accept his comfort, telling me that he could “fix me”. But I didn’t want him to fix me. I wanted to fix myself.
I spent four years with this boy in my heart and self-loathing in my veins. Four years. And when we sat on a bench together during my graduation weekend (because i graduated before him), i held his hand and told him that i loved him. For the first time. Finally. I wanted to cry. He knew it, so he hugged me. When he walked me to my building i smiled at him until he leaned in and kissed me. Our final kiss.
I never got over him and i never told him that my friend from london assaulted me. Barely told anyone. My friend from london actually called me a drama queen when I finally confronted him about it. I hope he dies the most painful death. Sorry not sorry.

I’m probably still in love with the idea that in another universe, i loved myself enough to tell my shiny boy that i loved him. I don’t know. I lost my great love because i refused to live it, because i was convinced it was going to end terribly and that I didn’t deserve it. It never even started. Funny.

So yes, anon. I felt both. Love and pain. Deeply as you said. I’m inebriated right now which is why i vomited my feelings in this post. I’m sorry. I’m alright now. I’m gonna be alright tomorrow. I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m always okay. Alt er love.

Part 17 - Here to Collect

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Words: 1.020

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Copyright © 2015-2017 DestielHolmes.  All rights reserved.


Originally posted by theworldaway


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What is it that I want? What I really want?

I have no fucking idea. I mean, I want him, or wanted… Those moments, they feel so far way now, so hard to reach… like a dream. But I don’t think I can forgive him. What he did, I can’t just forget about it. Even if I want to, i just can’t. Ugh, I can still hear her voice, it annoys me so much and it still hurts thinking of it. There’s so much mixed feelings inside me. Hate. Irritation. Annoyance.  Pain. I hate what he did. It irritates me that I can’t do shit about this. Her existence annoys me. And it pains me knowing I’m not the one.

What the fuck should I do? How will he react when he sees me?… and her?

I shouldn’t have come. I should have just stayed home.

It was just as Ash said, Abbie knew all about this party and almost all the people coming. I wasn’t going to come. I don’t know what made me come. Did I just wanted to see him again? Or did I wanted to see her? Or maybe both of them… together. Maybe I want to know how it is. After all what Ash told me. Who is she? How can she have such power over him? Fuck! I need a drink. I got of the wall I was leaning on making my way through the people.

“You look like you’re about to explode.” Someone said when I reached the drinks table.

“Fuck you Calum.” I said when I turned around.

“Wow. The princess has sharp teeth.” He chucked out. Princess… «Princess.» His voice echoed in my head.

“Don’t call me that.” I mean come on, I don’t need this ass annoying me even more. I’m already at my limit.

He took a hold of my arm as I was leaving. “I warned you.” He said almost at my face.

“Yeah, congratulations.” I gave him a ironic smile.

I turned away again only for him to pull me back again. “I’m sorry.” He left in a second after saying that. I just stood there frowning. I’m sorry?? What?? Fuck you! I already have a lot to think about I don’t need your suddenly bipolar shit on me.

“Y/N” Ash called out. “You came.” He said as he hugged me.

“Yeah, I should’ve stayed home I’m about to have a mental breakdown.” I said when we let go.

“I’m sorry.” His sad eyes looked down at me. I wish it was you instead of him.

“For what?” I asked even through I knew what he was going to say next.

“Making you come to this party. I just want you two to be happy.” I gave him a sincere smile.

“You didn’t make me come Ash and you have nothing to apologize for.” I gave him another smile but his eyes slowly averted from me to something behind me.

“Oh shit…” Was all that he said.

I obviously turned around. What made him have that reaction? It couldn’t be Luke or Laurel cause we are expecting them.

“This is not good Y/N.” He said behind me as my eyes froze on Sabrina’s figure walking through the door.

“It’s not?” What is she doing here? What is she hoping to accomplish? Is she here for me? I think I made it pretty clear for her that she shouldn’t mess with me. Maybe I should have left some mark so she could remember like she did to me. My eye it’s still not fully healed. The dark circle turned into dark greenish little ones. It’s not as bad but it is still visible thru the makeup. I have to admit, that girl knows how to throw a punch.

I could see her eyes scanning the people until they landed on mine. I’m not looking away Sabrina. I need to show her that what happened was real, that I mean business.

Her eyes, finally, continued looking at the people. Looks like I’m not the one she wants after all.

Hum, I wander if the people here knew she would be coming. I scanned the room myself. Scared and excited faces. So they want a show. The question is: Am I in the cast?

“You should leave.” I looked to my side. Calum?

He looked at my frowned brows. “This has nothing to do with you. You should leave.”

Is he serious now? First he apologizes to me and now he tells me to piss off? “I know you don’t like me Calum but-”

“You might get hurt again.” Wha-What?

“I don’t understand you.” I shook my head at him.

“Come on.” He took my hand and moved us through the people and to the door.

We were almost there until he stoped making me crash into his back, his hold on my hand getting tighter.

“Hey Callie. New girlfriend?” That voice. That fucking voice!

I don’t know what happen in my brain, at that moment, but I just wanted to rip her tongue out with my nails. So that’s what I did. Or what I wanted to do because Calum’s arm wrapped around my waist bringing my back against his chest. “Calm down.” He whispered in my ear. “It’s not your fight.”

He’s right. Sabrina’s here. I don’t want to get between these two like one more crazy ex-girlfriend.

My sudden rage stated clearing and my eyes not only focused on her but on the people around me and was when I noticed him behind her.

HE CAME HERE WITH HER? WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I don’t know who I hate more, her or him.

“Don’t touch her like that.” His eyes burned in Calum’s as his raspy voice came out making Calum’s arm loosen and Laurel’s brows frown looking at Luke and then at me up and down. Her face turning into one of realization as her posture completely changed to one of possession.

“Well, well, didn’t know they allowed bitches in here.” Sabrina’s voice boomed behind me.

Copyright © 2015-2017 DestielHolmes.  All rights reserved. 

PART 18 →


hey nuggets! long time no see! ^^ i’m so sorry I took so long to update but my pc broke and I had to buy a new one and college is a bitch… anyway hope you liked this chap. please tell me what you think, any ideas that you have. just come and talk to me here. don’t be shy! I love having feed back and knowing what you like most and least will help me write. hope i can get a new update soon. bye love ya all 

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Mine || Jackson GOT7

Pairing: Reader x Jackson

Genre: Smut, Cursing

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

“Why didn’t you want me to know you were with her? Huh?” You spat at Jackson. He didn’t answer. His knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel of the car tightly. 

“I said why didn’t-” He hit the brakes on the car, stopping in the middle of your neighborhood. 

“Just shut up already!” He fired back at you. You looked at him, stunned. 

“You don’t have to know my entire life all the time. Fuck, let me breathe. You act like you fucking own me.” He said through gritted teeth. There was a burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Maybe I wouldn’t act like this if you would just tell me shit like this.” You huffed, quickly getting irritated at the entire situation. 

“I never tell you shit because this is how you act.” He said coldly. Why was he being like this to you? All you knew was you weren’t taking it tonight. You unlocked the door and started for the handle when Jackson grabbed your wrist, tight and forceful. 

“Where are you going? I’m not finished talking. “ He locked his eyes onto yours. There was a fire inside of them, making them dark and slightly evil looking. You broke away from your thoughts and yanked your wrist out of his hand. The anger was bubbling inside of you. 

“Sorry, you don’t own me.” You kept your eye contact with him, not daring to back down. 

“Fine.” He opened his door, and for a moment, you worried where he was going. You quickly snapped out of it when you heard your door unlock and open. He grabbed the same wrist and pulled you out of the car roughly, only being nice enough to make sure you didn’t hit your head. He then dragged you to your front door. 

“What the fuck Jackson? Are you mental? Why are you being like this?” You looked up at him. His eyes had gone completely dark, and he didn’t answer. 

“Fuck this, I’m done.” You growled, reaching for your keys. You didn’t have time to prepare as he pushed you onto the wall, roughly and painfully kissing you. You were filled with many emotions all at once. Pain, confusion, lust, hatred. 

You kissed back, just as rough. You reached for your keys again, still connected with Jackson in this- whatever it was. You unlocked the door hastily, letting him push you into your house and onto your sofa. 

He pulled away from the kiss long enough to close the door and slide off his jacket. You waited on the sofa impatiently, unsure of what this was and why it was happening. You didn’t really care. All you knew was you needed Jackson. Now.

He towered over you, breathing heavily. 

“You think no one owns you, huh?” He spoke deeply with hooded eyes. You could feel yourself getting more aroused with every word he spoke. He was enjoying you struggling to keep your composure, and you hated it. 

He smirked at you and repeated himself, louder this time. 

“I said, you think no one owns you, don’t you? You think no one can tell you what to do.” He stepped closer to you after every word. Finally, he was right on top of you. 

“Well, Y/N, I don’t think that’s correct.” He slid his hand under your shirt, roughly sliding it off and throwing it to the floor. He did the same with your pants 

“Take off your bra.” He ordered. You obeyed with no hesitation. You hated this and wanted it all at the same time. He bit his lip as you unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor. 

“Now, take off your underwear.” You obeyed again, sliding off the already wet underwear. He hummed as he watched you, embedding every movement you made into his brain. He ordered you back onto the couch and you obliged. 

“This is all mine, Y/N. Mine.” He stroked your legs, inching closer and closer to your entrance. 

“Fuck Jackson…stop teasing.” You spoke through heavy breaths. 

“I do what I want with what I own.” He growled as he slipped a finger into you. Your breath hitched and your back arched and he pumped it in and out. In and out. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he added another finger. He moved them in and out, roughly. You loved it. You could feel yourself getting close. 

“J-Jackson I’m gonna-”

Disappointment filled your body as he slid his fingers out. 

“No no no. Not that easily.” He looked at you darkly. He fiddled with the buckle his jeans, sliding his pants down and off, his rock hard erection springing out. Your eyes connected and he slammed into you. Your whole body was filled with intense pain and pleasure. He quickened his pace and the pain subsided. 

“Ahh, Y/N, you feel so-so good…fuck.” He moaned. You couldn’t find any words to say. You couldn’t form sentences, just moans and groans signaling him to go harder, faster. You were so close. 

“Jackson I’m-” You barely got your words out as the pit in your stomach released. His release followed shortly after. He pumped in and out a few more times, riding it out.

You both collapsed, side by side, heavily breathing. You sat there for a moment, taking it all in. Every emotion. After a moment, Jackson spoke up. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I realize that I should tell you things more often. I really do love you. I don’t know what came over me…I just-I acted on impulse” He looked at you softly and caressed your cheek. 

“I love only you. Are you still mine?”

You looked at him. He looked so sincere, you couldn’t stay mad at him. Your expression softened. 

“I-I forgive you. Do you really think I don’t let you have space?” You looked up at him, waiting for the response. 

“Y/N, baby, I didn’t mean that. You know I love spending every moment with you. Right?” he put his forehead on yours, staring deep into your eyes. 

“You do?” He planted a firm kiss on your head.

“I do.”

Honestly, “Bon Voyage” ep. 3 is another reminder of how smart and observant Taehyung is. Most of the fandom makes him out as dumb and an airhead, and this irritates the shit out of me. He figured out that he was being pranked and he continued to play along without the other members noticing that he was acting.

And this is not even the only proof. He knows how to cheat on games without being found out, he knows how to get what he wants out of people, he can read the mood.

I’m just tired of him being seen as stupid when he’s not.

(And just as a bonus: I got a mild sense of pride seeing Taehyung spell his name in English & Namjoon asking him how to spell it.)

How an interaction between me and killgrave might go
  • Me: *bumps into killgrave when walking past*
  • Killgrave: go screw yourself
  • Me: *keeps on walking*
  • Killgrave: *a bit alarmed* *grabs my arm* where are you going what are you doing?
  • Me: "to find a screw. Duh."
  • Killgrave: oh... clever. But no i meant go f yourself
  • Me: "okay" *walks away*
  • Killgrave: stop!
  • *i stop*
  • Where are you going now...?
  • Me: "to go to office max"
  • Killgrave: ????
  • Me: "or home depot... or Lowe's or wait no to office max. Wait i already said that... what do you call the place where you can go make a lot of copies or print a bunch of shit out?"
  • Killgrave: *a bit irritated* extINCT ???
  • Me: "oh" *walks away*
  • Killgrave: what now??? Where are you going. Answer me!
  • Me: "well it's a bit out of the way... but home"
  • Killgrave: whY
  • Me: "to go on my laptop, get on Microsoft word, type in F, blow it up, print it out, cut the f out... tape it to myself. Duh"
  • *walks away*
  • Killgrave: i mEANT... ugh mever mind. you annoy me. Go cut someone 1000 times. I want you to feel guilt. You worthless-
  • Me: *walks away*
  • Killgrave: ....
  • wait!
  • *i of course, wait*
  • So you're... *actually* gonna go cut someone 1000 times?
  • Me: *shrugs* "Sure"
  • *walks away*
  • Killgrave: ...
  • Me: *walking away*
  • Killgrave: ....
  • Me: *walking away*
  • Killgrave: stop.... what's your plan. Tell me.
  • Me: "going to a movie theater"
  • Killgrave : wHAT WHyy
  • Me: "to wait..."
  • Killgrave: FOOOOOR? ?!??
  • Me: "the opening of the new star wars."
  • Killgrave: ELABORATEEE
  • me: "I'm gonna go and stand at the end of the line of the first opening. Right when they're about to let people in I'll then run to the front of the line."
  • Killgrave: WHAT. THE. SHIT.
  • me: "I'd be cutting maybe a thousand people.... hey you didn't say i had to cut the same someone 1000 times."
  • Killgrave: GAAAHHHH
  • Me: "..... that was quite possibly... the worst Chewbacca impression I've ever heard."
  • Killgrave: LET'S... hmm
  • *smiles and straightens jacket/tie*
  • start... from the beginning...
  • Killgrave: go FUCK yourself
  • Me: : "....
  • ....
  • ...
  • .
  • I'm...
  • Asexual"
  • Killgrave: *digs a grave*
  • *kills himself in it*