this is why i hit the ask limit

a love spell, or something like it

inspired by a post sara reblogged (this one, specifically) and the resulting conversation about different love spells, where she suggested i write the fic. i said no, go away, it’s late. then i stayed up and wrote the fic.

This doesn’t make any sense.

Though they’d never admit it—Dean especially would never admit it—they’re practically witches themselves at this point. Sam isn’t deluded enough to think otherwise. He has a fair share of spells up his sleeve that he knows by heart by now, a few more he’s working on remembering, and some he still struggles with the incantation, but at the end of the day they frequently speak Latin and throw herbs into flames, so, logically, they’re witches, or close enough to it.

And it’s because of this (and his own unfortunate experience that no one must ever speak of again, thanks) that Sam knows a love spell when he sees one.

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anonymous asked:

bts when they accidently slap you

babe I don’t know how accidentally slapping someone works ( i mean you either slap them or you don’t) so I am going to make it a slap out of anger

Also, right now I’m doing only Jin, Rapmon and yoongi, maknae line and jho(p)e will follow soon. I hope that won’t be a problem! Thank you for requesting! 💜



You would be arguing about something stupid and Jin would be shouting on the top of his voice, telling you to get your shit together. You could tell he was really angry. You had observed that he had been losing his temper at the drop of a hat, the past few days, but listening to him screaming at you would make you angry as well. 
“What’s gotten into you, Jin? Why the fuck do you have to be so angry all the fucking time? Stop behaving like a fucking lunatic-”

The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. He had slapped you. 

Immediately, after releasing all of his tension in that act, he would stare at you wide eyed. You would have your hand on your cheek, equally shocked. 

“I’m sorry, y/n I just-I didn’t want to-please oh god I am so sorry” He would try to come closer to you in an effort to comfort you but you would flinch and back off, eyes red-angry, tearful and betrayed-, you would look at him, tears now freely falling. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” you would say, taking your bag and leaving the apartment, leaving behind a crying Jin. 


Namjoon would barge into your room, picking you up from your bed, violently yanking on your hand. He would drag you out to the dining room-despite your strong protest at the way he was treating you-and there you would see his bratty female friend sitting on one of the chairs, crying her eyes out. 

“What the fuck, Kim Namjoon?” You would ask him, yanking your arm out of his grip.

“How dare you, y/n? I knew you could be crazy but this is just crossing all the fucking limits. How could you bully her?” 

You stood in shock. YOU…bullying HER

“What the fuck are you talking about? Why would I do that?”

“She told me, she showed me the marks. You hit her. What the fuck y/n? How could you?” 

You looked at his friend, sitting behind him giving you a smirk and all you could see was red. 

“Get the fuck out of my house, you lying bitch.” You would start towards her when Namjoon would forcefully turn you towards him and slap you across your cheek. 

A sharp pain would hit you, leaving a throbbing sensation in your cheek. 

“Did you just fucking slap me?” You would say through the angry tears. 

“Yah namjoon-ah, i was just went too far.” His friend would stand up out of fear and mild nervousness and just take her leave.


“Save it. I’m leaving.” 

“ please, no no, I am so sorry. I thought you were going to hit her- and I just lost it- oh god I didn’t know she was lying-yah y/n please don’t leave. Please baby, I’m so sorry.” He would try to stop you from leaving but you had already packed your stuff and walked out of the apartment before he could finish whatever explanation he was giving you. 


He would be furious, blaming you for throwing some of his important work away. This would just be a stimulus to an already irritated Yoongi. He would be exhausted and frustrated by the sheer amount of work and even though you will have thrown out nothing, he would take this as an opportunity to release all his anger. 

“You threw out my things didn’t you? When the fuck will you grow up?” Yoongi would step into the kitchen, where you were making yourself and him some sandwiches. You would turn around to look at him with your eyebrows raised, giving him an uncomfortable smile, trying to calm him down. You knew how exhausted he was. 

“I didn’t throw out anything, love.” you would step towards him.

Shut the fuck up. You have been really annoying lately, you know that? The stuff you fucking threw out was my production work. I had to submit it tomorrow, do you fucking understand what that means?”

You tried to control your anger, remaining calm and maintaining an indifferent expression towards his hurtful words. 

“Honey, I did not throw anything out, okay? Just check around. You’ll find it.” 

“I DON’T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME TO CHECK AROUND!” He roared and you took a slight step backwards because you were startled. You had never seen him like this. 

“What’s wrong, Yoongi? Are you okay?” You would ask him slightly concerned at his outburst. 

He would look at you with red eyes, “Do I look like I’m fucking okay, you bitch?” 

You would stand there with your mouth open. “What the fuck did you just call  me?” 

“A bitch. That’s what you are. Why the fuck are we together? You threw out my stuff and now you’re acting like an innocent fuck who doesn’t know what’s happening.” He would be on a roll, enraged. “You probably don’t have to work this hard because I’m rich and your boss is all over you but I WORKED DAY IN AND DAY OUT TO MAKE THAT SHIT!” Yoongi would shout as he came closer to you. 

“MIN YOONGI, THAT’S ENOUGH!” You would shout back, holding your ground as he stood only half a hand away from you. “All this for a fucking music sheet, that I didn’t even throw out? Please stop-” 

Rage boiled through Yoongi’s body as he tuned you out. He barely had a chance to think of his actions as he threw his hand forward as hard as he could, whipping it across your face. The sound resonated off the walls of the apartment.  You could feel the vibration of his hit and pain spread across the left side of you face. His palm was bright red, the same red mark that matched the one on your face. You stared at him with your eyes wide as your hand slowly made it to your fire red cheek. 

Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes, realizing what he had done. He stumbled forwards, his expression blank but eyes leaking tears. He had hit you.

“Y/n..I..oh god what have I done” He would come forward to hug you but you would push him back.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you bastard.” 

You would immediately walk past him but he would yank you back and hug you from behind, putting his face in the crook of your neck, holding on to you for dear life. “NO! don’t leave me please-I didn’t mean to do that-i just-i was so angry-baby I am so sorry. Hey-please, y/n don’t leave me please”

You would stand in his desperate embrace for a minute, your own tears now falling rapidly, and then you would forcefully pry his hands off and walk out without saying a word, leaving Yoongi on his knees, crying out for you. 


WHOO that was…really angsty. *THIS IS NOT EDITED*

Just a little note: There is no way in which hitting your partner can be justified. Never EVER EVER stand for it. Stay blessed my babies. 

Much love,



Word Count: 1777

Player: Morgan Rielly (Toronto Maple Leafs)

feat. Mitch Marner + the Leafs

Warning/s: relationship conflict (mentioned), mild swearing

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

“Do not do this! Do you hear me, Nylander? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”, you exclaimed in shock, watching the Maple Leafs Rookie climb on top of a railing. 

“But I can do it!”, he insisted.

“You are not going to do a backflip off a fucking railing in the middle of Toronto! Get down there, right now!”

The rest of the boys around you laughed at the exchange between you and their blonde friend. But they weren’t any better anyways. They were just as bad as William, who thankfully decided to take your advice and climbed back down, although he really wanted to show off in front of his friends.

“See, I said he wouldn’t do it! He’s too chicken!”, Mitchell grinned.

“You wouldn’t even try.”, William pouted.

“My turn then.”, Mitchell said, accepting the unspoken challenge.

But before he could even start climbing, you got a grip on his arm and dragged him away from the railing.
What would’ve happened if you decided not to join their late night walk? They could’ve gotten themselves killed and then you would be left to be the one saying: I told you so. Gosh, although some of them were legally adults, they were acting as if they were ten years old sometimes

“Hey!”, Mitch complained.

“Do not test me, Mitchell.”, you warned.

You gave the tiniest Rookie a light shove, causing him to almost trip over his own feet. But he caught himself and continued to walk next to Auston instead.

“You’re no fun, Y/n.”, he complained. 

“Agreed.”, William added.

“I’m the only one that’s keeping you alive when your girlfriends are out of town. So you better stop pouting.”, you disagreed, unable to hold back a chuckle.

“Okay Mom.”, the Rookies said in unison, all of them giving you a smirk. You turned to Morgan and rolled your eyes, making him laugh. 

“Why do they keep calling me Mom? I feel so old.”, you whined, leaning your head onto your boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“Because you’re their Rookie-Mom. We don’t make the rules.”, Mo smiled. 

He leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your lips, causing the boys in front of you to giggle or do fake gagging noises.

“Ew. You’re so gross.”, Auston complained. 

But a single glare from your side was enough to keep him in line, making Mo laugh again as he laced his hand up with yours and pulled you closer.

Your initial plan on how you would spend your Thursday night included a blanket, the couch, and a book. That you would share that blanket with Mitchell didn’t cross your mind until he appeared in front of your door though, looking distraught and sad, asking for your advice.

Mo was still out with Jake. What kind of advice would Mitch need from you? Girlfriend advice, as he established. Mitch looked like a kicked puppy when you let him in, trotting over to the couch and plopping down against the armrest as if he was at home. You promised to be right back, making two cups of tea to help cheer him up. And when you came back, Mitch had already pulled the blanket over his legs. You handed him his cup and sat down against the opposite armrest, sliding your own legs under the blanket next to his. 

“Careful. It’s hot.”, you reminded him. For a second, Mitch’s sad look disappeared and he had a smirk on his face.

“No shit, Mom.”, he joked, but after that, he started to mope again.

“You want my advice or you just want to share your sass?”, you asked, a smirk on your lips as you arched one of your eyebrows at him. Mitch rolled his eyes, but he sighed.

“I had a fight with Steph.”

“Why? What happened?”

“We didn’t have any groceries left. Steph normally picks them up, but tonight she decided to go out with Syd. So she asked me to pick them up from the store.”

“And what exactly is the problem with that?”, you asked.

“I had plans to meet up with Mats. So I said no.”

“And you couldn’t pick them up before or after you met up with Auston?”

“But why? I mean it’s her job! She could’ve squeezed it in too.”

“Why exactly is that her job? She’s your girlfriend, not your personal assistant.”

“That’s what she said before she stormed out, like half an hour into the conversation.”, Mitch muttered. He carefully took a sip from his tea, staring into his cup instead of at you.

“There’s something you didn’t tell me.”

“Before she stormed out I said something. And I think that’s the reason she left. Normally she wouldn’t just run away from an argument. But I didn’t think it would have such an impact on her!”, he groaned in frustration.

“What did you say?”, you asked, gently nudging his knee with your foot.

“I told her that she should be the one to get the groceries because I’m the one who brings home the money.”

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, trying really hard to suppress a facepalm.

“Mitch. Of course, she was mad enough to leave after that. Of course, it’s true that you earn the money, but if I remember correctly you were the one who offered to provide for both of you. That means you can’t use this as leverage to make her do things that you don’t want to do.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I don’t get why this is such a huge thing.”, he muttered in confusion.

“You asked her not to search for a job so your limited time together would be more. She agreed. That means she trusts you enough to depend on you, but if you use that against her, that trust might disappear. Because what you said is basically: I pay, so you do everything I say. And that’s not what a relationship should be like.”, you explained.

Mitch’s eyes went wide while you spoke. Realization hit him like a train.

“I fucked up big time.”, he whispered faintly.

“No, don’t worry. This was the first time you said something like this?”

Mitch nodded.

“Just drink up, get groceries and wait for her to come home. And apologize. You can explain yourself, just don’t do it again.”

Mitch sighed in relief. For a second he had feared that he had screwed over his entire relationship but now he was much calmer thanks to your advice.

“Thank you, Mom.”, he said, a slight smile on his face as he took another sip out of his cup.

You gave him a smile back. Only then did you catch the eyes of Morgan who was standing next to the front door. He was smiling at the scene he had witnessed, motioning to the door of the bedroom. He didn’t want to interrupt your bonding moment with Mitch, and he feared that he might make things uncomfortable if Mitch knew that Mo was aware what was going on in his relationship.

After Mitch left to clear things up with Steph, you joined Morgan in your shared bedroom. Mo was already under the covers, wrapping his arms around you as you slid beneath them next to him. 

“You did well with the Kid.”, Mo smiled.

“Only trying to be helpful. I didn’t know being a Mom would make me so tired though.”, you yawned, a sleepy smile on your face.

“Get some rest and tomorrow I have something planned before the game.”

“Night Mo, love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Yeah, no. Sleep was not an option. Your body would’ve shut down immediately, but you were woken up every ten minutes because Mo was deciding to play windmill with his arms, tossing and turning the whole time. This went on for hours. He would move a lot and when you asked if everything was okay he would say yes and be very still for a couple of minutes until you were asleep. Then everything started again.

“Mo, what are you doing? It’s been hours. Why so nervous, honey?”, you asked, turning around to face him. Mo looked at you with wide eyes, a smile on his face at your sleepy appearance. 


“No, not sorry. Just tell me what’s on your mind or we won’t make it to that thing you planned.”

Mo battled himself for a moment before he sighed and relaxed.

“I had this whole romantic thing planned out, that’s why I was with Lucy and Jake tonight. But seeing you and Mitch just mixed all of that up.”, he confessed. 

“Mix what up?”

Mo sat up in bed and you followed his example, a slight frown on your face. What could possibly distract him this much? Nothing had distracted Mo this much, ever since you knew him.

Mo turned around and reached down to the floor where his pants were, pulling something out of his pocket.

“Mo.”, you gasped when you spotted the black box in his shaky hands.

“Lucy and Molly helped me plan out this whole romantic dinner. I thought of everything. We would have had dinner at your favorite restaurant, where we ate cake on our first date, that you love so much. We would have that exact cake for dessert and then take a walk in the park right across the street, with the little lake. I really thought about everything, but you. 

You always catch me off guard and you never stop surprising me. Every time I think “that’s it, it’s a problem”, it’s just not. You moved here with me without asking questions. You accepted the team as your family just because they’re my family too. Hell, I never thought you would even go out with me, and here we are.“, Mo rambled.

Tears started to prick at your eyes at his words, but they also forced out a smile that was playing on your lips.

"I love you, Morgan.”, you smiled, “My amazing ice cream cake enthusiast.”

“I love you too. So damn much. Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me and take care of all of those Rookies with me?”

A watery giggle escaped your lips at the mention of the Rookies, but you nodded frantically.

“Yes! Of course.”, you managed to say, jumping over the bed into his arms.

EXPIRED {part 1}

As a child, you remembered looking at your mom and asking her about the numbers on your arm.

Everyone is born with them. She murmured to you, gently tracing the marking on your forearm. It is to tell us about the day we will pass away. She told you. Plastered on your arm was something known as a time limit. Everyone had them. It was a date and time in which your time was up on this Earth. As children were born into the world, their time limits were taken down by doctors and your parents were handed your lifetime certificate. They knew from the moment you were brought into this world, when you would die.

It was like a tattoo on your forearm, and everyone had them. People would sometimes look at each other’s time limits and talk about it, but you were always ashamed. Yours was on your 20th birthday. You could still see the look of sadness on your mother’s face every time she would see the tattoo like numbers on your arm. She would always mutter about how young you were and how you would be taken at a young age. Your friends would grow serious when they saw how much earlier your time limit came and they would whisper to each other, thinking you couldn’t tell that they were talking about you.

Looking up at the ceiling on the eve of your 20th birthday, you took a deep breath, feeling the tears seep out of your eyes. It was hard to think that your life was almost over. You hadn’t done anything. But you closed your eyes and prayed that your death would be quick.

To your surprise you awoke the next morning. Looking at the tattoo, you saw it was still there. Scrambling for your phone the time blinked up at you. You were supposed to expire at 9:02am. But the time was already 10:43am. You looked at the time limit and then at the time. It just didn’t make sense. Covering up your arm, you got up and before you could leave your apartment, a loud bang could be heard from your front door. You looked on in horror as men came rushing into your place. Tall and brooding one walked up to you and grabbed your arm. Y/N? He asked and you nodded, he uncovered your time limit. Turning to his cohorts, he nodded. It’s her. Let’s get her out of here before the exterminators get here. He muttered and pulled you out of the apartment. You watched on with horror as the men grabbed your belongings quickly and the tall man lead you away from the place you called home.

What’s going on? You asked as the man pushed you into the car.

Hyung, you ready? He completely ignored you and asked the man in the driver’s seat.

Yea, I’m ready. He said, giving you a small smile as you looked terrified back at him.

Can you tell me what’s going on? You asked the driver and he shook his head.

We will explain everything when we get back to the house. He murmured and the taller man tsked at him.

Hyung, we have to go. The others will just have to take the other car. He muttered and the driver nodded, stepping on the gas.

After what felt like hours, you pulled up a driveway, behind a large barrier and into a mansion.

Welcome to your new home. The driver said to you calmly and you looked at him with confusion.

What do you mean? I have a home! You exclaimed and the taller man got out of the car, holding the door open for you.

C’mon, we need to get you into quarantine before we explain anything. The man said and you climbed out of the car, rubbing your time limit cautiously.

As the two men lead the way into the massive house, you saw people staring at you with skepticism in their eyes. Ducking your head and avoiding eye contact, the men opened the door and lead you up a staircase. Finally, they opened a door and there was a large bedroom. A full sized bed, armoire, a vanity with a large mirror, high ceilings, and a balcony. You looked around and saw an adjacent bathroom and a small kitchenette.

This will be your room for the time being. We don’t want you mingling with the others until we understand your situation. The taller guy rattled off and you watched him with confusion.

Hold up. You held up a hand, placing your other hand through your hair in frustration. Who the fuck are you? You spat and the driver laughed melodically at the taller guy.

My name is Kim Namjoon. This is Kim Seokjin. He replied simply pointing to the driver and himself, and you nodded.

And why the hell did you break into my apartment and kidnap me? You asked, to which he sighed.

That takes a bit more explanation. He replied and you crossed your arms.

I got time. You responded and Jin continued to laugh.

Wow, Namjoon, she’s a fiery one. Jin replied to which you nodded.

I don’t like being dragged out of my apartment at whim! You exclaimed and Namjoon’s eyes narrowed on you.

Would you rather have been killed? He asked and you froze. Chuckling at your response, he took a deep breath. Look at your arm. Your time is up. So why the hell aren’t you dead? He asked and you shrugged.

I was trying to figure that out myself. You murmured and he sighed.

Because these are time limits given to us by the government. We are stamped with these dates when we are born and the government doesn’t tell you this when you’re born, but on the day of your time limit, they come into your home and kill you. He muttered, showing you his own forearm. The date on it was long overdue and you looked up at him.

How do you know this? You asked and he shook his head.

First we have to quarantine you, then we can tell you our secrets. He murmured. I will get the rest of the guys in here to help you. He continued than looked at you. Just be happy that the government is behind in their hit list so we could get you before your time limit was acted upon. He said and the severity of the situation seemed to hit you. Breathing heavily, Jin ran up to you and rubbed your back.

NAMJOON! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SCARE HER LIKE THAT?! He yelled at the taller man, who shrugged.

She should understand the situation. He said before leaving the room. You continued to hyperventilate, trying to get a hold on your breathing while Jin talked you off the edge. As he continued to sit with you, a group of 5 guys walked into the room, all carrying various belongings of yours. Suitcases of clothes and trinkets from your apartments were now on the full sized bed and they lined up.

These are the other guys that help us. Jin said calmly and your breathing relaxed.

Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. They will be working with us to help you. We are your team. He said and the guys all gave a small bow. They were all very different in their demeanors, but they seemed to mesh well. Hoseok walked over cautiously and placed a hand on your shoulder.

We all reacted the same way when we were brought here. Hoseok smiled lightly and you saw Jimin and Taehyung nod in the background. The men all left your room and you sat alone, sifting through your things. You looked down at photos of your family. Your father’s time limit was years ago and your mother still had another 10 years. You shook your head as you thought about how your dad might have been killed like Namjoon said. You continued to look at different things, but then you heard a letter slip under your door. Walking over you picked up the note.

Y/N –

From here on out, you shall keep your time limit covered at all times. You will no longer consider yourself alive, you are no longer a citizen of this government. You are now one of us.

Welcome to the Society of the Expired.

-        Kim Namjoon

You touched your time limit, trying to find a cloth to wrap around it. The Society of the Expired. You muttered to yourself as you folded up the paper and sat down, trying to take in the day’s events.

theres a tumblr limit on sending asks… thats why i cant message each of you individually!! which i wanted to do!! 

for that reason im telling you all at once that ily 💖 and i hope you all have a nice day!!! happy valentines day!!! 

halfway through tagging everyone i decided to make it a follow forever lmao… bc why not… i technically hit another hundred so that can be a reason too

also to all the people that received the message from me…. please dont think im dumb… i genuinely thought it was valentines day yesterday…. im on my winter break and calendar? i dont know her… time doesnt exist….. 😳😩👊🚫⏳

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Political Animals-Part 13-The Wedding

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

“Wait, what did you say?” I asked, swallowing hard.

“You heard me.  The mayor’s scheduling secretary called.  He has time on Saturday to marry us. Dad has to switch some stuff around, but he said he wouldn’t miss my wedding.”

“But my arm’s in a cast….”  I began weakly.

Sam reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling me to him.  “I don’t care about that.  I would marry you if you were in a body cast, Y/N.  I want you and the pups to have my name. Besides, with all this stuff going on with your father, I would feel better if you were my wife.”

“Can I invite Cas and Meg?” I asked hopefully.

Sam’s easy smile melted my heart a little. “You can even invite your mother if you want.”

“I’ll invite her because she’s my mother, not because I care whether she’s there or not,” I told him.

“I’m gonna invite Dean and Jo if that’s okay with you,” Sam asked.

“Of course! What if everyone can’t make it on short notice?”  I asked worriedly.

“As long as we’re there, that’s all that matters.”

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Jealous Kai

Imagine~ Kai gets jealous when he sees you at the grill with someone else. 

Word Count: 1174 

Laughs filled the air between you and the man sat in front of you. You’d met at a party a few nights ago and he seemed really nice so you invited him to hang out sometime, which he accepted. 

It was fun at first, you spent the time getting to know each other and telling each other about friends and family. But after a while you’d ran out of things to talk about leaving you both in an awkward silence. 

“Erm, how about we get some food?” you suggested, desperately trying to lighten the mood. 

“Actually I’m not that hungry.” he replied plainly. 

Could he not see what you were trying to do? He seemed so interesting, but guess not. 

You were unsure what to do to make this any less awkward, every attempt you’d made had been shut down. 

As your eyes traveled around the grill, doing anything in your power to avoid eye contact as he sat looking at his phone. 

But as you did you could feel eyes burning into your back, as if somebody was watching you. 

When you span around to see if your instincts were right, and when you did you saw none other than Kai Parker, a small smirk on his face but his eyes were different. 

They had a certain fire to them, it was as if his eyes were literally burning into you. 

Kai had always been hated by your friends and you’d only bumped into him a few times. But you were surprised he’d never hurt you considering you were one of the only humans the Mystic Falls gang cared for. 

“Hey Matt!” you called out to the blonde boy. “Can we have some tequila shots." 

You looked over to your date to see his full attention on his phone, you waved your hand in his face to get his attention which snapped his out of his trance. 

"Oh sorry.” he mumbled stuffing his phone into his pocket. 

You rolled your eyes, but he didn’t seem to notice as he glanced around the bar. 

“Here you go.” Matt said smiling as he set tequila shots down in front of the two of you. 

“Oh I don’t drink.” the boy said, frowning upon the alcohol in front of him. 

“More for me then.” you heard a voice say from behind you. 

You span around quickly to see Kai standing there, a grin spread from ear to ear. 

“Who the hell are you?” the guy said, clearly annoyed at his presence. 

“I’m Kai, nice to meet you too. You see me and Y/N have been a thing for a while now so I’m pretty sure she’s doing this to make me jealous.” Kai rambled on. “Anyways you can leave now, I’ll take it from here." 

"I’m done with this. Have fun with him Y/N.” he said angrily as he stormed out of the grill. 

“What the hell was that about?” you shouted at Kai as he replaced your date in front of you. 

“He was boring you, and he was texting another girl.” Kai replied plainly as he downed one of the shots of tequila. 

You rolled your eyes packing your things away, preparing to leave. 

“Wait.” Kai said as you felt his tight grasp on your wrist. “Have a drink with me." 

You looked over at him cocking an eyebrow at him. "Are you being serious?" 

"I just saved you from the most boring date of your life, at least stay and have a drink." 

You set your purse down, intrigued by his behavior. You wondered why you weren’t dead yet since that was what you believed he was like. 

"One drink.” you said as you sat down next to the siphoner. 

“One drink.” he said as he ushered Matt over. 

After he’d ordered both of your drinks, you decided to start a conversation. 

“So, why did you feel the need to save me from that date?” you questioned as you eyed the boy over. 

You couldn’t deny he was attractive, his chiseled jaw, blue eyes, perfect cheekbones and toned body. 

“You looked bored.” he replied plainly, looking over the counter to see Matt making your drinks. 

“No. That’s not it.” you replied smirking, pushing the sociopaths emotions. 

“You’re delusional if you think it’s anything else.” he said as he turned to you. 

“Why would you save a random girl who’s friends with people who hate you from a ‘boring date’?” you ask curiously. “Was somebody a bit jealous?" 

You poked his cheek lightly, giggling to yourself. You knew he most probably wasn’t but you found it fun pushing his limits. 

He turned to you, fire burning in his eyes. "Oo, hit a nerve?” you said sarcastically. 

Deep down you knew this was a bad idea, he could kill you in cold blood right there and then. But for some reason you couldn’t stop yourself. 

“I could kill you.” he replied coldly, the fire still burning in his eyes. “But you’re lucky I like you more that the others.”

“You mean like like.” you replied teasingly. “I mean what other reason would you have to disrupt my date?" 

You had no idea what you were doing, teasing somebody like Kai. He’s killed people before and nearly killed most of your friends. But something inside told you to keep going, to push his limits. So that’s exactly what you did. 

"And if I did.” he replied, a smirk plastered on his face. The fire that had filled his eyes was dying down and it was replaced with something else that you weren’t sure what it was. 

You felt your heart speed up as his eyes met yours. 

“T-Then I guess…” you choked, not sure what to say.  

“And if I do this.” he said cockily. 

You scrunched your eyebrows together, unsure what he meant. Before you could even process what he was doing his lips were pressed against yours. 

Shocked, you remained still before realizing what was happening. When you finally did you tangled your hands into his brown locks. 

His hands rested on your cheeks, his thumb resting beneath your eyes as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. 

You allowed him entry, completely oblivious to the room filled with people. Some of whom were appalled by your act of PDA. 

But the passion of the kiss overwhelmed you, so you didn’t pay any attention to them. Your mind focused and only focused on Kai. 

Your lips moved in sync with his, your tongues fighting for dominance. You hands were tangled in his hair tugging at certain points. 

After what felt like a lifetime you both pulled away for air as Kai scanned your face. 

“I guess I was jealous.” he said as he rubbed his thumb under your eye. 

“And that was a lot more interesting than my actual date.” you giggled.

Beanie Boy - Bughead - Part 6

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Summary: “You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.” Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.

The hallway was silent. No one spoke a word as Betty walked down the hallway. Her hands were in fists at her side. Whispers followed her and people pulled out their cameras. Something was about to happen.

Jughead took off his headphones, and watched her make her way down the hall.

Chuck and the football players nudged each other and sniggered.

Betty held her chin high, even though Jughead just knew something was off. She was avoiding everyone’s eye contact, even Jughead’s, for crying out loud. She stopped at her locker.

The cheerleaders sneered at her, and Cheryl approached her with her usual bitch face.

“I noticed your parents were arguing last night,” she said, placing a hand on her hip, “why was that?”

Betty’s lip curled as she said, “it’s none of your business, Cheryl.”

Jughead closed his locker, and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

“I’m just curious,” Cheryl smiled, “you can’t blame me for being curious, can you?”

Betty tried to shove past her, but Cheryl stopped her with a rough hand on her shoulder. Betty’s backpack fell off her shoulder and hit the ground with a soft thuck.

Before Cheryl could do anything more, Jughead said, “that’s enough, Cheryl.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder, sent a sneer his way, then walked away with her River Vixen bitches.

Betty picked up her backpack and text books, and said to Jughead, “I didn’t need your help.”

Jughead opened his mouth to ask, did I do something?

But she had already pushed past him, her shoulder hitting his roughly. He watched her go, his eyebrows creasing together.

“No why would you think she wants your help?” Chuck asked, with a fake smile plastered to his face.

Jughead ignored him, and turned to leave in the direction Betty went.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you,” Chuck called after him.

Jughead didn’t care. Betty needed him.

Riverdale High had five stairwells, one in each corner of the school. The fifth was found in the center of the building, not off-limits to students but had long fallen out of use. Its steps were covered in a thin layer of dust. Betty was sitting at the forgotten stairwell when Jughead found her.

He stared at her sobbing form. Her golden blonde hair was out of its usual ponytail, and spilled in waves to her shoulders. Her delicate small hands covered her face, and her shoulders were shaking.

“Betty – ”

“Jughead, why’d you follow me?” her voice was muffled by her hands.

He sat beside her, and wrapped his arms around her. “Because you’re my best friend, Betty Cooper, and I hate seeing you cry.”

She leaned into him, taking her hands away from her face. He caught a glimpse of red in her palms, but as quickly as he’d noticed it, it was gone. She rested her hands, palm side down, on the stair between them.

“You’re so sweet.”

I’m in love with someone else now.

He wanted to shake her by the shoulders and ask, who do you love?

“What happened in the hallway?” he asked instead, looking for a distraction.

She said, “Cheryl … she’s been in a bad mood recently, and she’s been taking it out on me.”


“I don’t know.”

They were silent while Jughead thought of what to do. Then …

“Hey, would you like to go on a date after school?” he paused, before adding, “as friends?”

She looked up at him, and smiled. Wiping away fresh tears, she said, “yeah. I’d love that. Let’s go to Pop’s.”

Jughead grinned. “Can’t wait.”

The diner was void of people. Perhaps it was because it was a school night, or perhaps people just never gave the diner a second thought. The reason Jughead liked hanging out here, was because no one ever went here anymore.

Soft music was playing throughout the diner, causing Jughead to tap his foot against the tiled floor. Something like the smell of steak and fries filled the atmosphere.

He tapped his fingers against the cold, rough table top.

The bell over the door jingled.

Then —

“Just getting something straight, we’re here as just friends?” Betty asked, sliding into the booth across from him.

“Yeah,” he swallowed, staring at the table, “just friends.”

His jaw feathered. Even though he knew he’d said, let’s go as friends, tonight he felt stuck in the friendzone. Would Betty ever see him as anything more?

Betty reached across the table, and placed her hands on his. He breathed out when she touched him.

She said, “will you be mad if I gave you a gift anyway? For being so gentle and caring?”

Jughead’s eyes reached hers. He was waiting on her to say, just kidding, I don’t have a gift for you, but she never did. Her eyes searched his, too, and for a brief moment, again, he wondered if she was in love with him.

“Here,” she pulled a perfectly wrapped gift out of her purse, and handed it to him.


“Well, the rest of it’s at home. So open it now, and when we get home.”

“Better not be lingerie,” he teased.

“No promises,” she returned.

He tore open the gift, to see a published copy of his book on Jason Blossom’s death.

“This was written so long ago how’d you get this — ”

“My mother is easy to sweet talk. Plus … ” she paused, her facial expression hard to read. “I want to see you happy, Juggs. With your dad relapsing and your mom refusing to take care of you … ”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jughead reassured, “I’m just glad my book is published.”

She said, “you make me happy … I don’t know how you do, but you do.”

“Good, because I try to,” the response rolled off his tongue without him thinking about it.

When the waiter arrived to take their order, Jughead found himself looking forward to getting home with Betty.

enrique262  asked:

In the Pacific, why weren't Japanese submarines as effective a their American or German counterparts?

While the Japanese started WWII with some very capable submarines and crew, I believe it is their submarine warfare doctrine that ultimately limited their effectiveness. Here are some factors to consider:

1. Differences in submarine operation doctrine.

The US Navy used their submarines mainly against merchant shipping, while the Japanese primarily focused on landing hits on enemy warships.

The US Navy’s submarine force was a major factor in the destruction of Japan’s logistic support of its forces. Of all Japanese merchant ship losses, more than 54% in GRT were caused by Allied submarines. The number is 4,779,902 tons confirmed, about 9 times the tonnage of warships confirmed sunk by submarines according to William P. Gruner.

The Japanese, however, used their submarines mainly in an offensive role against warships. There were notable successes, for instance, the sinkings of USS Wasp (CV-7), USS Juneau (CL-52), and USS Indianapolis (CA-35). It should be noted that warships are harder to sink than merchant ships - warships are faster, more maneuverable, able to withstand more punishment and better defended as well. The difference in submarine doctrine is understandable, though, as targeting enemy merchant shipping takes a bit of time to show its effects, and the Japanese had very little time, as every day America’s military would grow bigger and stronger.

2. Japanese submarines were built in lesser numbers compared to their American counterparts.

By the start of the war, the Japanese had 64 submarines in operation. During the war another 126 large submarines were commissioned. The US Navy, in comparison, reached a total of 288 submarines at maximum during WWII. The fact that by late-war the Japanese were already in no position to contest the skies and seas did not help. 

3. The Japanese’s lack of ASW ships and advanced weapons.

The US Navy cranked out an impressive number of destroyer escorts and escort carriers, which proved to be capable submarine hunters. The Allies, in order to combat the German submarine threat in the west, also put a lot of effort in developing more effective anti-submarine weapons, such as the Hedgehog mortar and the FIDO homing torpedo. In contrast, the Japanese had less advanced submarine detection gear, and their primary anti-submarine weapon for most of the war was the depth charge which was not as effective.


William P. Gruner. US Pacific Submarines in WWII.
Mark E. Stille. The Imperial Japanese Navy in the Pacific War.

Ren - Sexy Dice

You stared back and forth between Minki’s smirk and the box in his hands, your head propped up against the headboard. You set the book you had been reading on the nightstand.

“Sexy Dice?” You cocked one of your eyebrows at the title on the box, amused. Where had he picked that up?

“Yeah…” he said almost in a whisper, smirk not leaving his face, “I thought we could spice things up a little.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I suppose.” You reached up and took the box from him, taking your sweet time to get it open. Minki had sat down on the bed and was now fidgeting in what you assumed was anticipation. Finally sliding the dice out of the packaging, you snorted at how cheesy some of the results would be.

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Ivy League; Series (Part 9, Final)

Summary: College is about experiencing life and learning. But when the two mix, it leads to a bit of trouble. Meeting a guy who’s definitely out of your league wasn’t on your uni to-do list.


Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Member: Xiumin, Sehun, Luhan

Words: 3,311

A/N: I want to thank y’all for sticking with me through this series. If you just now found it, thank you as well. This is the first series I’ve done and I can’t believe it’s already over. I hope y’all stay for the next one no matter who or what it’s about. Thank you for making writing this so much fun<3 Professor Daddy is not dead, he’ll always be one of my muses!

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So… Who will it be?

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burncold  asked:

If you're still taking prompts for your ficathon, here is my suggestion: AU, where Derek and Boyd/Erica/Isaac take the same bus as Stiles everyday. The bus is so crowded and noisy, Derek and co. decide to just speak in ASL, instead of shouting. Stiles sees Derek do this, assumes Derek is deaf, and begins to learn ASL so that one day Stiles can ask Derek out. Cue awkward meet cute when Derek tries to order as drink and the cute barista (Stiles) starts try and sign to him. Derek is charmed.

Well, it took me forever, but let’s see how it turned out! Also, Signing Savvy, an ASL video dictionary, was very helpful here.

(5/10 for my 1k followers ficathon thingy! Oh man, I need to get a move on. I’m already nearly 300 followers past and I’m still not done…)

Right, so. He’s probably being creepy. Like, really really creepy. Seriously, what sort of person stays up until two in the morning watching youtube videos on basic ASL in order to talk to the hot guy on the bus who probably doesn’t even know he exists?

Well, Stiles does, apparently.

Because he’s a creeper.

God, this is a horrible idea.


“Heeeey, Cora, light of my life,” Stiles says as he vaults over the counter at the coffee shop. Really, he’s kind of surprised he made it this time without injuring himself. The last time was a disaster – which probably means he should stop doing it, now that he thinks about it.

“What do you want?” Cora sighs, looking at him warily. “Also, if you don’t cut that out you’re going to get fired.”

“Deaton loves me too much,” Stiles scoffs, pinning his nametag to his uniform.

“I’m pretty sure he’s nearly fired you nine times,” Cora snorts, which, yeah, is probably true. “Now, what did you need from me?”

“Why are you assuming that I need something from you?” Stiles asks, his tone as innocent as he can possibly make it.

“You called me the ‘light of your life.’ You need something,” Cora answers, giving him an unimpressed look.

“Fine, fine,” Stiles sighs. “I need you to teach me ASL.”

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Here are the other ask blogs (along with an rp blog that I never use but hey why not!)

Monochrome (formerly Luna’s): @greyforloyalty

Sol: @finallyweseelunasbrother

Vivi: @vivicuriosity

RP blog for all: @lerpblogfromvivi

Luna (now deceased and now used as append form) and Chiller, along with myself, will be accepting asks here!

I’ll try not to shut off asks, and if I do it’s purely accidental (meaning I’m a klutz and my finger hits random buttons so that’s why).

Ask away! Ask memes will be ready for use on each blog soon, or just ask anything. No limits this time no matter how much it pisses them off XD

Run Away with Me [Reader x Edward Kenway]

[This is my first ever imagines for folks. I did this as a gift for a friend, and the reason I am reposting it is because I might continue it onwards as another idea for it won’t leave me alone. Imagine being a waitress at the local inn and a childhood friend of Edward Kenway when he makes his way to port…and to you.] (Here), (2), (3), (4), (5)

Only a few more hours to go, or at least this is what you’re telling yourself as you clean up one of the tables in the tavern you’ve been working away at for several months now. Long hours with lousy coin of which to pay for what you needed, but hey—work was work. The back of your hand to your brow, you sigh with relief that everything appears just about in order only to lose that idea all together when you hear the door open once more to allow in customers.

Your eyes widen, heart racing to the point you feel breathless as your fingers clench the tray in your hands…that lousy Jackdaw Captain…

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Naesarang (Seungkwan)

Type: Fluff

Request: Hello so I saw your scenarios were open so I built up the courage to ask you if you could do a scenario for SEVENTEEN’s seungkwan you’re older then him and you want him to call you noona but he won’t because he likes you ~~ please and thank you

Summary: I don’t want to call her what the others call her, I want to call her my love

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jdicecream  asked:

I dont really get what these annons are talking about? 1) its your blog 2)you're so nice and fun and you have an amazing smile, it was nice seeing all those selfies (though thats a point that changes from person to person.) But the main thing 3)its your blog?????? You do you hun

It was the first time I’ve done a big big big spam in a very long time. Like I went two years back because why not? (Also why I didn’t put posts between because I would’ve hit post limit) Usually I have shorter spams and I usually only do it on the weekends. I’m actually debating on not posting or reblogging anymore selfies for awhile because it apparently bugs people.

Stop & Stare.

James’ POV

“You realize you’ve been staring at her all day right?”

It seemed at the sound of my teammate’s voice, I was finally able to snap out of the trance I was currently in. What he said I wasn’t quite sure though. “Huh?”

Isco chuckled and his eyes followed my path. “You know the last Real player she dated ended off the team, right?”

My eyes widened in fear though for what reason I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like I was putting in a bid to be her next boyfriend. I didn’t even know if I had a chance. “Really? Cris got him kicked off the team?” I turned my head to look at Isco who simply chuckled again at my reaction.

“No he just ended up at Arsenal.”

“So she dates footballers?” I was curious to hear more of her. I knew little to nothing about Y/N aside from the fact she was Cristiano’s sister and she was a model and dancer. Her figure seemed to show that well as her toned, tanned legs were exposed to the sun thanks to the ripped denim shorts she wore which, paired with the oversized Real Madrid sweatshirt she had on, was a definite attraction for my eyes.

“I wouldn’t say date like she just goes around dating every footballer she’s around. She doesn’t hate us, if that’s what you’re asking.”

That was a welcoming sign. At least I wouldn’t be rejected off of my career alone. Now maybe my awkwardness, that could get me a well-deserved rejection.

“Why did they break up? Her and whoever it was.”

Isco shrugged as he looked on at the pitch briefly to Y/N talking to her brother, smiles on both of their faces. “I don’t know. I think it was they realized they weren’t as compatible as they thought. Ask Cristiano.”

“Yeah no thanks.”

“Why?” He chuckled. “You don’t want him knowing you’re doing research on his little sister?”

And that I didn’t. I had never even uttered her name and ‘gorgeous’ together in front of Cristiano. I took him to be the defensive, protective brother which meant his sexy, sweet, bubbly, perfect sister was off limits for me.

“I think I’ll save myself that embarrassment. Thanks, Isco.”

“No problem man,” he said as he jokingly hit my shoulder with his hand. “But at least go introduce yourself.”

I looked back up to her as she continued talking with Cristiano. I didn’t have much longer to think as Isco stood up next to me and began to pull me up with him. “Let’s go,” he insisted so I silently decided to follow.

My steps were deliberately slow as I allowed him to approach the pair first and the smiles didn’t disappear from their face as we came up to them. In fact, she even smiled wider once she saw Isco and quickly pulled him into an overwhelming hug to greet him.

“Isco! Meu amor! How are you?” She tapped his back as she continued hugging him, briefly looking at me over his shoulder. If I wasn’t going mad, I would have assumed she smiled at me but I didn’t want to be wrong so I simply diverted my eyes away while they continued talking.

“I’m good. And you? You’re always working. I hardly see you around these parts.”

A slight frown graced her features. “I know. Cris was just telling me the same.” She reached over and grabbed onto her brother’s head, purposely messing with his perfectly gelled into place hair. All he could was laugh and try to avoid her destruction.

He broke his laughter for a moment when he realized I was standing there. “Oh! Y/N. You haven’t met James.”

Her eyes immediately diverted to me and in that point in time I could feel my heart beginning to race under her gaze. I found myself stuck on her smile as it widened towards me. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi. I’m James,” I repeated idiotically while I internally cursed myself. She just laughed it off and I was unsure if she was aware of my nervousness or just simply chuckling.

“You were a World Cup sensation. What kind of woman do you take me for to not know football and your name?”

Cristiano quickly butted in. “Don’t listen to Y/N. She once picked a team based on the fact they wore her favorite color.”

“I was five!” She countered before pushing her brother away playfully. I could already tell from her carefree demeanor and that smile that never seemed to lift from her face that she was a joy to be around and if I wasn’t so stuck to the place I was standing and so afraid to speak up, I may have asked for her number right then in there in front of everyone else. Instead I just remained mum while the three of them talked around me.

The conversation continued on that way as they traded jokes, some jokes I was unable to understand so I just chuckled along to myself for a while.

Cristiano put his arm around his sister and was beginning to walk off before Y/N stopped him for a moment, looking over her shoulder at me before her brother could carry her off with his own personal conversation.

“It was nice meeting you, James!” She yelled out over her shoulder as she looked towards me, a smile deepening her dimples.

“It was nice meeting you too,“ I yelled after her.

Amazing even.

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He shows off his muscles to impress you - Requested by anon

Ponyboy - “Um … Pony? I was just saying. You don’t have to show me your noodle-ish arms.” You stated. The lead singer of your favorite band came to town, and you saw them live in concert last night. You were fawning to Ponyboy, your boyfriend, how muscly the singers’ arms were.
“They’re not noodle-ish. They’re strong, and big, and strong, and way better than that singing doofus’.”
“He is not a singing doofus!” You defended him.
“Oh yeah? Well how come he don’t have these, then?” Ponyboy asked, flexing his arms once again. You rolled your eyes and sat down with a beer. You were gonna need it.

Sodapop - Walking into the DX store, your boyfriend, Sodapop, turned and waved to you.
“Hey, Pepsi-Cola.” You greeted him with his nickname.
“Hey, babes.” He greeted you with his simple nickname for you.
The bell on the door rang, and in came a big, sweaty, muscly guy. “I’ll have an ice cola, please.” He ordered.
Soda puffed his chest and grabbed him one from the small fridge below the counter. “That’ll be fifty cents.” The guy gave Soda two quarters and walked out of the store.
Soda started stretching out his arms, making it obvious he was purposely showing his muscles. He looked pretty hot, but stupid at the same time.
“No, no.” You patted Sodas biceps. “No need for that. You’re my boyfriend. And he is probably in his late twenties. And also, I love you.” You smiled and kissed him shortly.

Steve - “Stevie!” Soda called to Steve who was fixing a car. “Your girlfriend’s here!”
“We’re not dating, Soda. I’ve told you that about a million times.” Steve said quite angrily. Before going back inside, Soda mumbled a quiet whatever.
It was pretty obvious that Steve liked you, and you’d be crazy not to like him back. “I came by to tell you about the new guy at school.” There was no guy. You were that girl who played hard to get to see if they actually want to fight for you because of your previous relationships. “Damn. That boy has some great looks. His eyes, his hair, his smell, and we can’t leave out his biceps. And the way he looks at you makes you want to mel-“
“Wait,” Steve interrupted. “You like his muscles?”
“No. I like his biceps. Everyone has muscles, but not everyone has biceps.”
“Do he have some like mine?” Steve started flexing, and you had to admit, it was a huge turn on. The way his tattoo popped out of his arm, and you could see some veins on his upper arm.
“No,” You simply said.
“Well,” he started, “then why you like him? You know, besides all the other things you named.”
“There is no guy, ” You confessed, “I was testing you.”
“Testin’ me?”
“Yeah.” You leaned in and kissed him. You couldn’t take it anymore. His lips were right in front of you.
“Woah,” he breathed out.

Darry - The guys and you were at the lake. Not feeling like getting in, you just laid in the sun while the whole gang was in the warm water, splashing around and being guys. You were feeling a slight burn in your back, so you had moved to the shade, hoping no bird poop gets on you because you were under a tree. Because you were hungry, you started eating a bag of chips, and before you knew it, you had finished the whole bag.
“Come on to the water, babe!” Darry yelled getting out if the water. “It’ll be fun.” He stood in front of you extending his hand.
“Ugh,” you groaned.
“Fine,” you gave in, “but you’ll have to make me.”
“I can just pick ya up, Darlin’.”
“I weigh a ton. Plus, I just ate the bag of cheddar chips. I don’t think even those can carry me,” you argued, pointing at his muscles.
“You mean these guns?” he started flexing his huge biceps.
“Fine,” you got up and ran to the water. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm. If was that kind where you had to get used to it.
Darry hugged you from behind and said, “these damn biceps. You just can’t get ‘nuf of ‘em.”

Johnny - “So not true!” You heard Ponyboy say to your all-time crush, Johnny Cade. You had lost track of their conversation once Two-Bit told you to watch Mickey with him, and surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was.
“Will you two just shut it?” Two said, not taking his eyes at the small television.
“Okay, okay. Let’s get (Y/N)s opinion,” you snapped your head towards the tan skinned boy when you heard him say your name.
“On what?” You asked.
“If me, or Johnny has bigger biceps,”
They both took off their shirts, and I must say, even though Johnny was really really cute, neither if them had any.
“Neither. No offense.”
“I would’ve thought you’d pick Johnny,” Two said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Clearly ‘cause I got bigger biceps,” Johnny said.
“No,” Pony corrected, “‘cause (Y/N) here has a huge crush on Johnny, and Johnny feels the same way.”
Johnny hit Pony on the arm with a serious expression.
“Let’s leave ‘em alone for a while,” Two grabbed Pony and dragged him outside.
When they came back half an hour later, you were in the middle of a heating make out session on the couch. They left you and Johnny alone for a while. But the kitchen and Soda & Ponys room was off limits.

TwoBit - “Now!” TwoBit yelled from the front if the car. You turned the key, but all the car did was make a weird noise before it turned off again. You groaned and TwoBit came back to the drivers door.
“I think I saw a gas station a few miles back,” you said to him.
Two and you decided to take a spontaneous road trip to who knows where. You just broke down in the middle of nowhere. TwoBit nor you knew what happened. The car just stopped.
“C’mon and help me turn the car around,” he pulled at my hand, motioning for me to get out of the car.
“What? You too week to push it yourself?” You mocked.
“Hell no!” He started flexing his (extremely big) biceps. “Look at these gifts from God!”
You giggled and got out of the car.

Dally - He hovered on top of you on the bed and he attacked your neck. Moaning his name was what you have been doing for the past twenty minutes. He already had everything off but his boxers. As for you, you were completely naked. He took the last condom out if the drawer, but he accidentally dropped it, and it slid under the night stand.
“Shit,” he cursed. The bottom of the table was really close to the ground, making it impossible to stick your hand under it. “I guess I’ll have to put on some clothes and run to the store.”
“So you’re saying you’re too weak to lift up the table?”
“No!” He flexed his muscles while he was stretching, but making sure you were watching him as he did so.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” you mocked.
He bent down and tried picking it up, but he wasn’t able to.
“Babe, I’m getting tired. I think I’m just going to go to bed,” you said.
“No you’re not!” He demanded.
Ten minutes later, he was able to move it a couple if inches to the side, making it possible to get it.
“Got it!”
“Great! Now we can save it for tomorrow. Love you! Night!” You turned off the lamp on the other side of the bed and laid down, leaving Dally to groan in frustration.
“You’re going to pay in the morning,” he whispered before you dozed off.
Sorry it’s so late!


Send me a “Come back” and I’ll write a drabble about character asking the other to return (they parted after a fight, the other has been missing for a while, etc) Send me a “Whatever” and I’ll write whatever you ask for. I mixed both because of time troubles and because I thought it could work together. Sorry if it didn’t. Hope you like it anyway. I won’t be able to write anything else until december, sorry for that.

 “Ha?” He asked lifting his voice and frowning. He couldn’t seem to understand the meaning of their question for him. Or more over, he couldn’t believe they were so fucking stupid to actually think something like that.

“We need an answer” Midorima cold expression made Kagami’s anger grow even more. Were they actually trying to imply he was cheating on them?

“What’s exactly your relationship with Himuro-san?” Kuroko asked right after, cold blue eyes glaring at him.

They were. He couldn’t believe all the fuss and the “serious chat” was all about something like that. Their anniversary was close and he had asked for Himuro’s help to search a good present for all of them, which resulted in them spending more time than usual together. That was it. It was even for them. But no, his stupid six boyfriends, were already making stupid scenarios about him cheating on them with his brother.

Like, why in hell –or heaven or whatever actually- would he even want to have another fucking boyfriend in the first place? Did they really thought that six guys weren’t enough for him? Did they thought he was some kind of men hungry slut or something? He was at his limit with six of them, he didn’t wanted anymore selfish guys to be wandering around him, asking him weird questions and taking all his free time away; plus, his body wouldn’t stand having even another partner.

 “YOU STUPID ASSHOLES!!” He screamed to the top of his lungs, hitting the table with both hands and standing at once “I’M FUCKING SICK OF YOUR SHITTY SELFISHNESS? Why? Are you finally getting how stupidly selfish and self-centered you are, and started to think that maybe I wasn’t happy with that? Or is just because you feel lonely because I’m not here whenever you want me to?”

The six boys that were sitting around him opened their eyes like fried eggs, looking up at him unable to article even one word at the evident rage of their boyfriend. They were so stupid, thinking about something like that…

But more than that, he was hurt. Did they trusted him so little? Did they actually thought he was such a simple hearted aloof that would date someone just because?

Did they thought that his feelings for them were something so fragile to be broken with that?

Were their feelings for him so little?

Before he could control himself, some tears were hanging from his red eyes. The rage turned into sadness and despair, and his throat burned… He wanted to scream, he wanted to hit them…

“Y-you… idiots… I hate you all” He only managed to babble those words, taking his bag from the ground and left the house he had been invited to for that conversation, dodging Kise’s older sister on his way out.

“Hey, you idiots, what did you guys did to Taiga-chan?” The girl asked glaring them from the door of Kise’s room, were they stayed sitting, still trying to understand what was happening.

“Ah… We fucked up” Aomine spoke for all of them, and they all looked down at the floor.

So many messages. So many calls. So many knocks on his door. He wouldn’t answer any of that. He had decided he wouldn’t, because he was too tired of dealing with them. Dating them was an awful mistake he wouldn’t repeat. Loving them was the stupidest thing he had ever done.

Like they could ever reply to his feelings…

He wouldn’t talk to Kuroko more than necessary, he’d evade Kise and ignore Midorima. He wouldn’t go to the court were Aomine would be waiting for him, and wouldn’t do anymore sweets. He wouldn’t accept any present that got to his door.

If they didn’t trusted him, it meant they didn’t loved him. And he wasn’t as stupid to go after them after knowing that. He wouldn’t love them anymore.

But even so, it was a bit lonely and a bit cold. He had too much free time and too much empty space in his apartment now that they weren’t there… Winter seemed a lot harder being alone.

It was all their fault… They had hurt Kagami, and know he wouldn’t talk to them. It didn’t matter how hard they tried, he wouldn’t even look back to them. They had been so stupid. The cold wind of winter was easy to stand for them, compared to the coldness of Kagami’s eyes when he looked at them.

“Kagami-kun” Kuroko asked as Kagami prepared to go back to his place “Would you mind going to Maji Burger with me?”

“Why?” He retorted harshly. The way Kuroko had asked that sounded like a date, and he wasn’t very fond of that idea at the moment.

“I want to tell you something” He replied without hesitation, his blue eyes staring at him without blinking. The red scarf around his mouth make his words a bit difficult to understand.

“I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say” Kagami closed his jacket and sank his chin inside his own scarf.

“We need to tell you something.” Kuroko changed his words, startling him a bit “You don’t have to say anything, just… listen”

“I say, I don’t wanna listen to anything that come from you guys” He shrugged and started to walk down the street. With both of his hands tucked inside the pockets of his jacket and his face on his scarf, Kagami walked, shrinking at the cold wind that came up front.

He had only walked a bit when he saw some known silhouettes standing some meters away from him. So they didn’t had the intention to let him refuse from the start. So selfish. Just like them,

“Are you going to let me pass?” He bawled, looking directly at the five boys that stood before him.

“Just hear us out” Kise whined.

“I won’t” He buffed, glaring at those golden eyes he couldn’t help but find charming.

“Come on, we are sorry ‘bout what happened” Aomine replied with his usual informality

“Well, you better be, you fucking morons. Now let me trough” He said starting to walk, but Murasakibara stood in his way.

“No way~. We want to properly apologize to Kaga-chin” That childish tone and way of speaking. It was so irritating that he couldn’t hate it even then.

“So what? Saying two or three I’m sorry are supposed to make me go back with you guys?” He smirked a bit “Well, I have news for you. I won’t. I decided I won’t date any of you anymore, not to think about all of you selfish pieces of shit. So stop losing our time and let me go”

“Not until we have said our apologies” Akashi stepped closer, holding Kagami’s hand in his own “Then you might do as you please”

“Well, shoot” He shrugged and stepped back, releasing his hand from Akashi grip and looking directly at them, searching who would start.

“We were selfish. We couldn’t stand see that you weren’t around at all times, and we ended up making an awful mistake” Kuroko started, making him turn around to look at his blue eyes, which trembled just a bit as he spoke “We wanted you all for ourselves and we didn’t even noticed what you wanted”

“Himuro told us, that you were searching a present for us…” Kise continued, tearing up as soon as he started to talk “Because of our anniversary, and we felt so stupid. We didn’t even remembered such an important date, and started to blame you…”

“We said you didn’t cared ‘bout our relationship when we were the ones that were paying less attention. To you, to us. To everything.” Aomine spoke, scratching the back of his neck and looking to a side a bit embarrassed “And we didn’t realized until you told us”

“Because even when we said we would agree to keep this relationship all seven, we continued to see each other as opponents, at some point we stopped looking at you” Midorima said, fixing his glasses way more time that it was necessary.

“And because we couldn’t sort our problems out, we ended up hurting and extenuating you. Because everyone wanted to have you solely for himself” Akashi added, his voice as calm as always but his eyes trembling like Kagami had never seen them.

“We lied when we agreed to this… because everyone wanted Kaga-chin more than anything” Murasakibara finally spoke “And then everything crumbled”

“So you are saying that it was condemned from the start” Kagami smirked again. His throat hurt and his eyes were getting watery. He didn’t knew why, but his chest hurt so much he could barely stand it.

“But there’s one thing… That we never lied about” Kuroko yelled, in that tone he used when he was about to say something really important “We love you”

“We love you more than anything in this world” Aomine almost yelled.

“We love you more than anyone else” Midorima spoke.

“We love you so much, we don’t wanna see you crying never again” Kise whined.

“We have already hurt you. And we know that you don’t wanna see us never again, but we wanted to say you that we still love you. And that we just want you to be happy” Akashi’s eyes didn’t smiled… they cried without tears “So we want you to do what you think is best. We won’t ask you to come back if you think that would hurt you”

“Y-you are… you all, are fucking selfish, stupid, useless, basketball idiots, morons, that can’t do nothing good” Kagami started to insult them, his voice breaking with every word he spoke “COWARDS… Won’t you make me fall again saying things like that?”

He was blushing, tears rolling down his cheeks, heart beating fast…

“J-just because you know… that I love you, you say those stupid things… Even though you were so mean with me” He continued, this fists punching the air as he tried to hit them without enough strength to actually do that, until he crashed into Murasakibara’s chest, and resting his face there, he cried a bit more “J-just because you realized how stupid you were and how much you need me… That doesn’t mean, that doesn’t mean I’ll go back with you”

“Kaga-chin” Kagami lifted his face at the sound of his name, being trapped into a soft kiss, as sweet as the candies that the purple haired always ate, making him forget his anger and his tears stop “Sorry…” Those lips went up, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his hair, his eyebrows, then again his cheeks. And with every kiss, there was an apology

“Coward” Kagami trembled, receiving without struggling the soft kisses of the giant “I can’t stay angry if you do that…”

“Hehe, I know~” Murasakibara smiled kissing him again on the lips. “’cause Kaga-chin is so tender…”

“Alright…” He turned around to see the other five, whose eyes were those of completely jealousy “This is the last chance of you all. I’m taking your word when you say you love me, and with my great heart full of forgiveness, I’ve decided to go back with you. But if you ever do something as stupid as that again, that would really be the end”

“Kagami-kun” Kuroko was the first to jump to him, hugging him with such strength he thought he might break in two.

“We’ll work hard to be less…selfish” Aomine mumbled

“Don’t work hard, BE LESS SELFISH” Kagami shouted back, pinching his cheeks “or I’m really gonna leave you”

“Ok, ok… I’ll be less selfish”

“That’s better”

A great smile, a kiss for each of them. And the last chance for them, started to count.

anonymous asked:

Why do you enjoy or are attracted to "rough" sex? Do you prefer it over less rough sex? Do you actually like to be slapped, hit, choked or basically beaten during sex? Sorry to ask, but just like those that have rape fantasies there are some things I just can't personally quite understand the appeal and was curious.

I do enjoy rough sex but I also have my limits. I like some choking and getting spanked, hair pulling, I just think It’s sexy. But none of those rape fantasies, slapping on the face, getting beaten, etc. I make sure he knows where I draw the line. But I just like when a guy takes control basically. I do enjoy the not so rough sex, it doesn’t always have to be like that for me. Idk, it depends on my mood really. It’s just something you gotta try and see if you like it, ya know.