their short little necks!!!

spindercatscher  asked:

Why is its neck so long?

For catching fish! (or other prey items)

There’s a whole group of turtles that fold their necks into their shells sideways rather than pulling them straight back (called sidenecks). Several of them have very long necks that they can fold back into their shell and then shoot out to grab passing prey. Snakeneck turtles have truly impressive neck reaches.

“Don’t mind me, Mr. Fish, I just have a short little neck I definitely couldn’t reach all the way over…”

“JUST KIDDING YES I CAN”

They have such cute creepy little faces. If they didn’t all get so big I would love to have one (puts another turtle on my Someday list).

The other trouble is that snakenecks can sometimes be a bit nippy and since their necks are long enough to reach all the way to the back of their shell NOWHERE IS SAFE.

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anonymous asked:

Hey if you wanna can I get some good ol' Taakitz for the Drabble thing? Just some comfort domestic stuff?

“Y’know, my man, if there’s something you want me to do for you, there’s a waaaaay nicer way to ask than ‘I’m gonna need you to bring those bags up.’”

Kravitz glanced up from the suitcase he was pulling clothes out of, an exasperated sort of expression dancing on his face as he assessed Taako, who was now leaning in the doorway.

Yes. Maybe that had been a little curt. And maybe he was fully capable of pulling all of their luggage, which between the two of them was a lot, up the winding staircase to their bedroom… but that sure as hell didn’t mean he liked doing it. 

Especially when Taako had taken up residence on the loveseat with his feet propped up on the table, as if he weren’t responsible for 75% of their baggage.

So… he was perhaps a touch incensed with him. Not necessarily angry, but definitely not in the greatest of spirits.

“So sorry,” Kravitz glanced back at the suitcase, unceremoniously tossing a dress to the side, “Just so you know, I don’t have a nice bone in my body.”

A little curt.

Taako lifted a brow and folded his arms, eyeing Kravitz up and down for a second as he considered the situation. It didn’t take long for a sly grin to curl onto his lips, and he pushed himself off of the doorframe and cooed, “Well, you’ve got at least one nice bone on that body.” And he winked. And then sashayed away, out of the room and back down the stairs.

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anonymous asked:

For the prompt thing: 24) things you said with clenched fists.

Part 6 of the Espionage/Assassin AU. Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 here

I’d advise reading the other parts before this one or it wont make much sense. Also warnings ahead for violence.  


24) things you said with clenched fists


Viktor could hear nothing over the frantic pounding of his own heart, slamming against his ribcage almost painfully as he sprinted down the hallway. Finding the location where Yuuri was being held had wasted precious time, time he couldn’t afford to lose when Yuuri’s life was on the line.

He just prayed that he wouldn’t be too late.

The compound he had tracked Yuuri’s captors to was remote, a concrete slab of a bunker in the middle of nowhere with precious few ways in or out. For someone of his skillset however, it should almost have been child’s play to infiltrate the base. Something he had done thousands of times before with ease. But despite that, Viktor had fumbled, his work sloppier and less controlled than usual. Once he almost missed a guard going for the alarm as he worked his way silently through the base, an unforgivable mistake had he not caught the man just in time.

It was sentiment. Sentiment that was causing his hands to tremble as he ran silently through the building, sentiment that was causing his heart to race and his chest to clench painfully tight at the thought of what might await him at the end of his journey. It was why people like him never got attached, never had people they cared about because caring was a liability.

But he had fallen in love. And now Yuuri was paying for it.

Viktor came to a stop as he finally reached a corner, a long corridor beyond. Peering around it stealthily, he took in the sight before him. At the end of the hallway stood a door, sleek and metal, set deep into the wall. Two guards were standing outside, looking bored and relaxed after what must have been a long shift.

Darting around the corner, Viktor struck, lightning fast. The guards were on the floor before they even had time to cry out.

Once they were dealt with, Viktor turned to the door, swiping one of the access cards from the bodies on the floor. The red light by the lock flashed to green the minute the card touched it and Viktor was already moving before the door had even swung fully open, gun raised and firing.

The guards in the room fell within seconds, taken completely by surprise and with no time to raise their own weapons to retaliate. Viktor’s eyes darted around the room in seconds, assessing threats, taking out targets until his eyes finally fell on…

Viktor felt his heart lurch to a sickening stop in his chest at the sight before him. Yuuri was bound to a chair in the centre of the room, dark hair mattered with dried blood and face slack and pale. His body was limp and motionless but Viktor could see the jump of a pulse in the exposed line of Yuuri’s neck.

A neck that was clearly on display as a hand tangled in Yuuri’s hair, wrenching his unresponsive head back and pressing the wicked steel of a knife to his throat.

“I would stop there if I were you,” the man standing over Yuuri warned, eyes darting around the room as he spoke, flickering over the fallen guards. The fear was clear in his eyes as he looked at Viktor but his hand was steady on the knife, pressing hard enough to draw a thin line of blood from Yuuri’s skin.

“If you hurt him, I’ll kill you,” Viktor gritted out, hand tightening on his gun until his fingers ached with the force of the grip. Everything in him screamed at him to shoot the man who was holding Yuuri’s life in his hands but the knife was too close to Yuuri’s neck and it wasn’t a risk he could take. Not while Yuuri’s life was on the line.

“I’ve already hurt him,” Yuuri’s captor sneered, gesturing to Yuuri’s face and the bruises already blooming there. “He’s a strong one you know. Hasn’t told me anything yet, no matter how hard I tried to…persuade him.”

Viktor started forward instinctively, anger boiling in his veins but he stopped short when he saw the knife cut a little deeper into Yuuri’s neck, sending fresh beads of blood rolling down his throat.

“Ah ah ah,” the man crooned, eyes flashing with triumph at Viktor’s hesitance. “If you value this one’s life, you’ll stop right there. Put your gun down and kick it over to me, unless you want to see just how quickly I can cut his throat.”

For a wild second, Viktor was almost tempted to shoot him anyway, anything to get the man’s hands off of Yuuri and to make him pay for what he had done. But visions of the knife sliding across Yuuri’s throat as the man crumpled to the ground filled him with icy fear, freezing the blood in his veins and stopping his heart cold.

Instead, Viktor lowered the gun, inch by inch until it was lying on the ground before him. Gritting his teeth to quell the rising bile in the back of his throat, he kicked the gun towards the man before him and watched as he bent to pick it up. Anything if it meant keeping Yuuri alive.

“It’s a shame to see Viktor Nikiforov brought so low,” the man mocked as he stood up again, Viktor’s gun in his hand. “And all for love. Pathetic.”

The hand that was holding the knife dropped away from Yuuri’s throat as instead the gun was levelled at Viktor’s head.

“And now you’re going to let me go,” the man added with a twisted smile.

A gunshot rang out throughout the room, echoing off the walls, mingling with the sound of a body hitting the ground with a dull thud.

“He might, but I won’t,” came a voice from the other side of the room.

The speaker emerged from the shadows, Viktor tensing as his eyes flickered between the body of Yuuri’s captor now lying on the floor and the new player who had just entered the game. The man’s hair was sleek and black, his skin a few shades darker than Yuuri’s and face a few years younger, with a fiercely protective light in his eyes. He was dressed from head to toe in black, body armour and harnesses familiar to Viktor’s eyes.

An agent.

Viktor had gone up against his type before, well trained and absolutely deadly. When he had first been contracted to play honeypot to one of their handlers, he had been wary at first. Crossing agents was a bad idea, even in his business. But Yuuri, vastly intelligent as he might have been, had shown no signs of the fierce training of the agents who worked with him. He might have had a vast knowledge of almost every undercover operation, every sleeper agent, every mission that was putting all of Viktor’s client’s highly illegal business interests at risk but Yuuri co-ordinated the missions from behind the scenes, not in the field. He hadn’t seen Viktor for what he was, not until it was already too late.

The agent in black seemed to have already dismissed Viktor as a threat, instead dashing over to Yuuri. Dark eyes flickered over Yuuri’s face, fingers searching for a pulse beating in his neck and Viktor could hear the sigh of relief when it was found.

“I thought we’d lost you,” the agent murmured to Yuuri, although Yuuri showed no signs of responding, eyes still closed. “The others are on their way. We’ll bring you home.”

Viktor felt a surge of something unpleasant twist in his gut, mingling strangely with the relief of seeing Yuuri safe. He took a step forward on instinct, determined to reach Yuuri too but the sharp click of a gun readying stopped him dead.

The agent had spun around at his movement, crouched over Yuuri protectively with his gun levelled between Viktor’s eyes. Without his own gun to protect him, Viktor came to an abrupt halt, looking at the agent warily.

“If you take one step closer, I’ll shoot you,” the agent warned. “Don’t think that I won’t.”

“I’m trying to help him,” Viktor insisted but the man just snorted out a bitter laugh.

“It’s because of you that he’s in this mess in the first place,” he spat at Viktor. “Do you really think I’m going to let you near him after that.”

“Please…” Viktor tried again. He wasn’t used to begging but for Yuuri he would. “I need to see him. To make sure that he’s ok. There are so many things I need to tell him…I…”

The words hung in the air for a moment as the agent’s eyes bore into him. It went against everything Viktor ever knew to reveal his biggest secrete to an enemy but it was his last hope.

“I love him.”

“I know,” the agent sighed after an agonising few seconds, although he was still watching Viktor warily. “It’s because of you that we found him. We followed you here once we realised what you were trying to do. But that doesn’t change what you are.”

The look he gave Viktor was almost pitying.

“The rest of my team will be here any minute. Yuuri almost gave his life to protect us, to keep out identities secret from the people who hired you. We would do the same for him in an instant. And none of them are going to be very happy to see you here.”

Viktor opened his mouth to reply but the agent cut him off before he could speak.

“You helped us find Yuuri. You tried to save him. Because of that, I’ll let you go. Just this once. A favour for a favour,” the agent offered, gun never leaving Viktor’s face. “But if we ever meet again, if you ever come near Yuuri again, I’ll take you down.”

“I wont leave him,” Viktor insisted, fists clenched as he took another step forward despite the gun that was still pointed at him. “Not now.”

The sound of boots hitting metal floor echoed around the room, faint at first but drawing nearer. The other agents were on their way.

“Run now, Viktor Nikiforov,” the agent told him, voice hard and still standing protectively over Yuuri. “While you still have the chance.”

 

TBC…

Yearning to learn

Originally posted by tabis-eyebrows

Originally posted by s-tttop

A/N ~ Ok so this is pretty long, 9.7K words to be precise. This honestly is supposed to be a oneshot but it I like it so much it may get another chapter or two.

Theme ~ College/University AU

Pairing ~ Professor Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ BTS

Rated ~ SMUT, PURE SMUT


“Hello, are you there?” Your best friend Jennifer asked as she waved a hand in front of your face startling you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to the cafeteria you were sat in.


“Sorry, what?” you asked as you picked up your drink and took a sip.


“Oh my god, have you not heard a word I’ve said?” she asked with a tisk and a shake of her head.


“Sorry” you replied sheepishly as you played with the pitiful excuse of what they called ‘food’ that sat on your tray.


“You’re hopeless, you know he’s never going to notice you right? He’s your professor”


“I know but he’s just so god damn gorgeous” you replied with a sigh as you lent back in your seat.


Ever since your old literature professor retired and was replaced by the new one, you had found it extremely hard to concentrate on anything at all. From the moment he walked in the room you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and how could you, everything about him commanded you look. He was the tall, dark and handsome type, with broad muscular shoulders and eyes that could kill with just one look and a jaw line that was so sharp you were sure it could cut diamonds.

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a beauty unfathomable

pairing: jaehyun x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1.205
about: a collection of moments in which jaehyun finds you to be the most beautiful girl in the world.

“beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” — kahlil gibran

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anonymous asked:

Weird things the chocobros find attractive or weird things that turn them on ?

OOHOHOHOHO

Okay

Noctis gets weak for little flashes of underwear. A bra strap, a peak at some boxers, whatever He has no idea why but it makes him ansty and more than a little horny. 
Also, if they’re good at arcade games. especially if they have an excellent concentration face. All he can think of is that face as they… well… you know.

Prompto has a thing for hands and necks. A nice contrasting choker around someones neck makes his breath a little short and he could spend all day watching someone with a lovely pair of hands. It’s a pity Ignis wears gloves, and also a fucking blessing.

Gladio loves freckles and moles. Little scars or blemishes. He has no idea why but he really loves little unique quirks that makes a person stand out. It’s more than piercings and tats, but signs that you’ve lived your live and had a good time even if it’s paper cuts on your fingers.

Ignis cannot resist accents. Whether it’s bold and really distinctive or subtle until you get tipsy or passionate, the way you say words draws him in. Go ahead, purr something in his ear in another language, something filthy or something perfectly tame and he’ll blush. I promise. Do it.

Moon of My Life

Member: Jun
Genre: FLUFFY ENOUGH TO HURT + Smut
Word Count: 2535


“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Junhui shouted beside you, almost knocking the half empty bowl of popcorn off of his lap. “THEY CAN’T JUST END IT THERE, CAN THEY? I GOTTA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT” he looked back and forth between you and the dark screen rolling credits in front of him.

“That’s Game of Thrones for you, babe.” you smiled, reaching over to hang onto his shoulder. You had spent the whole week binge watching the show from the moment you woke up until the wee hours of the morning with him. You had a lot of seasons to get through, and now you were officially caught up. You had already seen all of it, but Jun hadn’t. However he was hooked right from the beginning, and you enjoyed watching someone else go through all the excitement and pain of the show for the first time.

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Wintery Warm Drabbles - 15th “Caroling“

Ao3 / FF.net


Nino hated caroling at the moment.

Not that he hated the singing or the going around from street to street. He actually really loved that when he was smaller and hadn’t minded it when he got older.

No, it was more the fact that it had decided to snow right at the first song. And it had only begun snowing harder and harder during singing. But they actually had a schedule, his choir was responsible for their part of the city.

The snowflakes whirled around them and every single note was blown from his lips, away with the wind. He liked singing, he really did. But normally, he also liked to hear what he sung. Like this it got significantly harder. Especially since he was one of the oldest ones in his choir so the younger ones gave up and hid in their scarfs. Leaving him to sing with maybe five more people.

He already felt his throat giving up and finally, as the last song was sung for this street, he decided to have a say in this.

“Uhm, Madame?”, he spoke up to their choir teacher, “I think it’d be better to continue tomorrow. Most of the small ones are freezing.”

Madame Langlois, the teacher of their choir, sighed as she glanced down to their map. They had barely made half of their section of the city.

“Yes, I think it would be better to get them all home. This snow storm has really come to a bad time…”

Nino tried a smile, shrugging.

“We’ll continue tomorrow, Madame!”

She hesitantly nodded, then she buried her chin in her scarf.

“Yes, that would be best. I’ll see that I can reach the parents. I know of Ella, Etta, Noemie and Eloïse that they could go home themselves but only from our last station. I suppose their parents are busy. Could you bring these four to their homes?”

Nino nodded, smiling. The Césaire twins already looked up to him, grabbed at his coat and giggled.

“Are you gonna kiss Alya again?”, one asked while the other almost fell over because she had to laugh.

“Alya was so red when Nino kissed her!”

The boy chuckled, kneeling down to them.

“Do you want me to kiss Alya again?”

Both nodded excitedly while Madame Langlois sent Noemie and Eloïse over. The two girls stood next to the twins, waiting to get going.

“And how do you want me to kiss Alya? Shortly?”

Ella jumped up and down, giggling louder.

“Oh, oh, surprise her! And, and, bend her down like the dancers that Maman likes to watch sometimes do!”, she immediately grabbed her sister, attempting to imitate the move but both fell into the snow laughing as Ella lost her balance. Eloïse remained quiet while Noemie began laughing as well.

“But you gotta do it with a rose between your teeth!”, she finally said and Nino chuckled as he reached over, adjusting the thick woolen hat with a Pegasus stitched on it on her rich, black locks.

“I’m afraid I can’t get a rose at this time of the day anymore. But I’ll make sure to do it next time. Any more suggestions?”

The twins still laughed about themselves and Noemie looked over to Eloïse, nudging her.

“You got an idea?”

“Well…”, the little girl began, fidgeting with her gloves, “… Kiss her so she likes it.”

Nino laughed at that, nodding and getting to his feet again.

“You are all little romantics, huh? I’ll definitely take care that she likes it, don’t worry, Elo. Anyway, bye Madame Langlois!”

The little girl nodded with a serious expression as their choir teacher waved them, taking a few quick steps to catch up with the older boy and stretching her hand up for him to take it. He smiled, taking her owl-themed gloves in his hand. He had to walk a little bent down but he didn’t mind.

“Ella, Etta, you coming?”, he called and the Césaire twins picked themselves up, grinning. Etta grabbed Noemie’s hand, pulling her to walk with the others.

“So, where do you two need to go?”, he asked down to the girls, meaning Noemie and Eloïse. They both named him their addresses and he nodded, smiling to himself.

“Then we’ll bring the Césaire twins home as the last, hm?”, they all nodded and he continued down the road, still clutching Eloïse’s hand. She shivered and he sighed, cursing the weather.

“Want me to carry you? So can keep you warmer?”

The little girl nodded and he scooped her up, cradling her close.

“Hey, Elo! Warmer up here?”

He laughed as she buried her face on his neck, her cold nose tickling his exposed skin. She was the youngest of them all, barely even five years old.

“We’ll be home in a bit, don’t worry.”

The little girl nodded, her short arms trying to hug his neck over the thick layers of material. He adjusted her a bit, then opened his jacket and closed it around her again.

“Aaah, now that’s better. Feeling better, Elo?”

The girl giggled and nodded, her cold nose still freezing against his neck.

“Good! Also, Noemie, Ella and Etta, don’t get too wet while playing in the snow. It’s too cold and I can’t get you all under my jacket.”

The three playing girls merely laughed at him, continuing their snowball fight down the street. He cuddled Eloïse closer and grinned.

After three streets they reached Eloïse’s house and he only reluctantly gave her away to her father. The little girl waved after him, obviously already sleepy and a bit whiny, wanting to stay in his warmth. He knew she’d be satisfied as soon as she’d be tucked away in her bed, though.

The next girl he had to take into his jacket was Etta, shivering and soaked through by the cold. Noemie and Ella continued to play, giggling along the way and throwing snowball after snowball.

They quickly reached Noemie’s home, the little girl laughing as she fell into her mother’s arms. Nino chuckled and waved for her as he left with the Césaire twins.

Finally, he saw their house coming up at the end of the second street after Noemie’s house. Ella already began running to get inside faster and Nino followed her, freezing because of the temperature drop.

They climbed up the stairs to the highest apartment and Ella already stood in front of the door, waiting for her mother to open up because she already rang the bell. Just as Nino let Etta down and zipped his jacket up again, Marlena Césaire opened the door and bent down to greet her little daughters. Alya was behind her, already in a pajama, smiling at Nino.

“Thanks for bringing them home, Nino.”, her mother said in a fond voice, giving him a warm smile.

“No problem.”, he replied, opening his arms to softly hug Alya, trying not to make her wet with his soaked clothes. She didn’t care about that, though, and tightly hugged him, pressing her face on his neck as Eloïse had done earlier. Just that Alya’s nose was warm.

“I’ll need to get going, though. It’s only getting worse outside and I wanna be home as soon as possible.”

Marlena shrugged and nodded, going back inside with the twins to leave Nino and Alya to themselves for a bit. He brushed over her back, lightly kissing her temple.

“Alya, in order for me to leave you’d have to let go of me.”, he chuckled and felt her stubbornly shaking her head, “C’mon, I gotta get home.”

“Text your parents…”, she murmured, “… You’re gonna stay the night. Tomorrow’s Saturday. You can stay with me.”

He merely shrugged.

“Well, can’t say no to that.”

Jealousy (Wonho Smut)

// Admin Ju //

Wonho was the type of boyfriend to easily get jealous. In which it came in handy for you, just by looking at another man, or wearing something revealing would have him wrapped around your fingers just the way you wanted; or sometimes the other way around. He would have you begging for him just the way he liked it. Friday night would be spent just like all the others, the rest of the members would come over and play video games or watch movies. But tonight you had other intentions and wanted to get Hoseok’s attention. You couldn’t help but want to be a little selfish, and you were very desperate for Hoseok. So you thought, why not play a little. 

You grabbed your velvet booty shorts and tight v-neck you used only for “special occasions”. Fixing up your hair, you walked down to the hall where the boys were all sitting and talking. As soon as you entered the room, all eyes were on you including your boyfriend’s. You can feel his eyes burning hole in your head as he stares at you intensely.

“Which movie are we gonna watch tonight boys?” You smiles and sat beside Jooheon, who by habit, put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer.

You could feel Hoseok’s gaze still fixated on you , and deciding to ignore him, you turned to face Jooheon, listening to whatever nonsense he was talking about. Soon enough, the movie started and as much as you desired, Wonho’s attention was somewhere else, far away from you, which made you pout and decide to ignore him too. A few glances were thrown around, but you wanted more. You needed more. You snuggled your head on Jooheon’s shoulder and you felt him smile as he brought your body closer to his, making you move closer to his lap. You stayed in that position for a while until you heard a low deep growl from across the room. Wonho. You watched as he got up from the couch he was sitting on, walked over to you and grabbed you by your wrists, dragging you to your shared room upstairs and in the far end of the hallway.

“Hoseok, you’re hurting me, let go.” You whined as he pushed you on the bed, locking the door behind him.

“What the fuck was that?” He growled, staring at you as you balanced yourself on your elbows, facing him with your chest going up and down rapidly. You stayed silent and he started making his way towards you, eyes staring into your soul.

“What the fuck was that?!” He asked once again, this time louder and pulling you towards him by your ankles, making you yelp in shock and slight pain. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whined innocently, smiling while staring at him up at down. He started hovering over you, smirking while shaking his head.

“Oh baby, you know what i’m talking about. The revealing clothes, the attitude, the snuggling with Jooheon. Do you really think i left that unnoticed?” Before you could even make up some excuse, he crashed his lips onto yours, roughly and eagerly. You soon started to move your lips with his, snaking your hands around his neck and pulling him closer. He took your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head, taking his other hand and placing it on your hip to keep you down.

“You’re going to be a good girl, right baby?” He asked, moving the hand that was on your hip, down your legs and rubbing your clothed clit and moving his lips down to your neck and sucking on it, leaving bruises. You moaned and nodded your head, earning a deep chuckle from Wonho. He got up from his position on the bed, taking off his shirt in the process.

“Good. Now. face down, ass up. I think my kitten deserves her punishment for being bad.” 

The thing is, Mikael is used to getting good grades.

Yousef? Yousef is happy with B’s. He knows he could get good grades if he really tried, and he does try, when it matters, but mostly he’s just happy to pass. He prefers to focus on other things, like friends and socialising and football and, so long as his grades don’t go below average, he’s content.

Mikael, though, gets A’s. Straight A’s. Work, school, grades…they come naturally to him. It isn’t difficult for Mikael to sit working on an assignment for hours; in fact, it’s actually very easy. The hours slip by, because he’s just that engrossed in everything and everything, everything, is endlessly fascinating for him. The boy absorbs information like a sponge, and it never ceases to amaze Yousef. Without trying too hard, Mikael pulls A’s, A+s, out of the bag every damn time.

Except one time when he doesn’t.

And there isn’t really a reason for it. He’d worked just as hard on this assignment as all the others, but for some reason, he got a D. So he tries harder for the next assignment, and he’s met with a C. And he’s just…a little thrown off, all of a sudden. His confidence is shaken from it all.

“It’s not a big deal,” Yousef tells him. “Don’t worry about it. Your average is still, like, the highest in the entire school.”

But Mikael is worrying about it. Because his grades are important to him, and he needs to pass the next assignment or his average will slip even more and he just. Doesn’t really like the idea.

Mikael’s still at his desk when Yousef gets home from his run. He’s frowning, muttering stuff under his breath, and Yousef just. Can’t quite believe that Mikael is still working; that he’s been working on this assignment for three hours straight without a break.

Yousef moves behind Mikael and squeezes his shoulders softly. Tries massaging them, but Mikael tenses and kind of shrugs him off.

“I thought you’d finished that essay?” Yousef asks, grabbing a towel from one of the hooks and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“I’m rewriting it,” Mikael mumbles shortly.

Yousef all but forces himself not to roll his eyes. This boy. “Have you eaten anything?” Yousef asks.

“No,” Mikael says, typing away and then deleting the sentence he’d just written.

“I’m going to shower, then we should go out for food or something, yeah?” Yousef asks.

“If I’m finished,” Mikael says.

After the shower, Yousef comes back to find Mikael typing kind of frantically, getting increasingly frustrated, then he swears loudly and slams his laptop shut.

“I can’t do it,” he says finally.

And Yousef can tell how upset Mikael is; how confused and irritated and tired and frustrated and flustered he is. It isn’t often he gets like this, and seeing him like that is kind of…it just breaks Yousef’s heart a little.

“Come here,” Yousef says, opening his arms, and Mikael shakes his head a little; goes to open his laptop up again, but Yousef places his hand over Mikael’s and just. “Come here,” he says again, and he pulls him into a hug. “It’s okay.”

No, it’s not,” Mikael says against Yousef’s chest, angry with himself, almost crying with the frustration of it all.

“It’s okay,” Yousef repeats, voice strong and calming, fingers trailing comforting lines against Mikael’s back. Up and down, up and down, up and down. He can feel some of the tension leave Mikael; feels him relax against him. But then, Yousef says, “You can take a break and come back to it later.”

And Mikael snaps back to reality. “No, I can’t!” he says suddenly, pulling away, looking up at Yousef a little desperately. “I need to get this finished and it’s made me behind on all my other assignments and—“

“Come on,” Yousef says, looking at him, moving so that he’s holding Mikael’s cheeks between his hands, cupping his face. Mikael just looks up at him, eyes a little glossy. “You’ve been working for three hours straight, baby. You’re driving yourself crazy.”

“I can’t fail,” Mikael says weakly.

“You’re not going to fail,” Yousef says. Mikael looks at him again, brown eyes wide and a little glint of keep talking, this is helping, running through them. “You’re so clever. There’s no way you’ll fail. The work will get done, I promise. But you just need to chill for a second, okay? You’re working yourself up.”

Mikael turns, looking towards the work piled up on his desk, and Yousef tilts Mikael’s face towards him again, making their eyes meet as he shakes him a little. “Relax, okay?”

He pushes some of Mikael’s hair out of Mikael’s eyes and away from his lips – this boy’s hair gets everywhere – and strokes a thumb over Mikael’s cheek before kissing him. Soft and warm and gentle. And Mikael sighs into it, eyes fluttering shut, tilting his head a little and just. Breathing Yousef in.

When they break apart, Yousef pulls Mikael into another hug. Tight and sure, nuzzling against the crook of Mikael’s neck. He swings the two of them together soothingly, swaying side to side. Calming. Strong. Sure. Pressing little kisses against Mikael’s neck, quick and brief and short, again and again and again, as Mikael’s hands snake under Yousef’s arms, up his back, resting on his shoulders.

After a minute or so, Mikael pulls away, hair static and messy and kind of all over his face and Yousef just smiles a little, pushes it away and says, “You need a haircut.”

Mikael laughs, and maybe it’s tired, but it’s there. “Are you my stylist now, as well as my therapist?” he asks.

Yousef laughs back, and then he’s kissing Mikael’s forehead and says, lips still pressed against Mikael’s skin, “Come on. Let’s go get some food.”

And, well, Mikael agrees.

(He finishes the assignment later that night. He gets an A+).

Minghao as a dad

This is a little something I thought of yesterday talking to @jeonghans-bunny and looking at a picture of baby hao that I saw in one video :,) he’s so adorable i cAN’T THIS IS ONE OF THE INFINITE REASONS WHY THE8 IS MY ULTIMATE BIAS

also this wasn’t a request, this was my own idea :,) omg it’s been so long since i wrote something out of my own imagination. I hope you all like it!!

Originally posted by soggy-seventeen

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“Best Man” (JB x Reader)

“Hey! Can you do a scenario where it’s the night before you are getting married to your fiancé Jackson and your childhood friend JB confesses his love to you. You can end it however you want. Thanks! :)”


Name: “Best Man”

Character: JB // Im Jaebum (GOT7)

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,612

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

(gif creds to the original owner)

“I love you (Y/N) I-”
“No Jaebum I-” you stopped. Your own vocal chords tumbled into a mess. You couldn’t speak, not even to your best friend of so many years. “(Y/N) I can’t hold it back any longer, I have loved you ever since way back then,” he responded. His voice was clear, calm. It surprised you how he could remain completely composed at a time like this. Yet, you looked at his eyes and you couldn’t deny the soft sadness that glazed the surface of his orbs. You scrunched up your eyes, not able to look at him. “You can’t do this now,” you replied. Your voice barely edged above a whisper. You tried to be firm but every atom in your body wanted to crack and fall a part. When you looked up, your best friend still had his dark gaze locked on you. He was backed onto your apartment window. The silver moon outlined his lean body, making him appear like a ghostly silhouette in your flat. “Why are you telling me this now Jaebum? Of all the nights, of all the times you could have told me,” you almost yelled at him, He broke away from your pained eyes, the eyes he longed so much to look at him the same way you did at Jackson. He shook his head slowly. “ I don’t know.”

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HCS for Allen Tyki and Lavi and what they look for in a s/o- personality and appearance wise?

why does tumblr keep eating requests ;-;

A request from a long time ago!

(I don’t think they would be too hung up on the appearance of their s/o and they probably wouldn’t mind too much about personality, but for the sake of the request, here you go~)

Allen

  • Not so much curvy figure: thin waist (likes idea of being able to wrap arms around you easily) and small chest with average to thicker thighs
  • Long hair (he doesn’t really like the idea of a ponytail though for certain reasons) and a “mature” resting expression (not so much cute, not so much sexy, just sort of in the middle)
  • Likes the idea of his s/o being slightly taller or taller than him (being smaller spoon is quite warm)
  • Glasses would be a bonus point (he loves the look of them on and off his s/o)
  • Strong personality: confident, outspoken, and determined
  • Easy to lean on in times of trouble or if he wants to talk and selfless when it comes to others
  • Mature but has a fun side and caring, especially when it comes to health and whatnot
  • Not secretive or too closed off when it comes to their feelings (he wants to know immediately if you aren’t feeling well)

Tyki

  • Slightly curvy figure: average waist (an average body is cute enough for him) and average chest (he’s seen enough nobles with large chests) with slender legs
  • Prefers faces with noticeable expressions because he likes to tease
  • Would like s/o to be his height or just a little lower
  • Likes short or neck length hair so that he’s able to see your neck
  • Go-getter personality: confident, ambitious, and motivated
  • Serious and mature most of the time but easily flustered, especially with teasing and compliments
  • Not easily exasperated (he doesn’t want you to get irritated from his teasing)
  • Loyal to him, especially when he’s around (he wants full attention and loves to receive attention too)
  • Very perceptive or at least very good at noticing and understanding things (he believes it’s easier for you to figure out that he isn’t exactly human instead of him telling you directly)

Lavi

  • Curvy figure: thin waist and large chest with average to thicker thighs (he’s scared if you’re too thin, it might make it painful to sleep on your lap)
  • Long, free flowing hair with a cute yet sexy face
  • If their s/o was shorter than him, he’d be ecstatic but if they were the same height as him, he’d still be just as happy (just not taller than him)
  • Beauty marks are definitely a target for him wherever they are on the body
  • Easygoing personality: cheerful, encouraging, and optimistic
  • He feels that he’s too serious sometimes and thinks someone who laughs at his jokes or just makes him smile will always lighten up his mood
  • Being very understanding would help ride the flow of any situation alongside him easier
  • Dislikes the idea of being too uptight (Kanda) and wants personal feelings to be shared easily and quickly (but there are some things you wouldn’t want to share and he understands)

anonymous asked:

Hey can I request a scenario where Bakugou gives his female significant other hickeys and people notice them and how he responds to it? Thank you for your time and beautiful writing!(〃ω〃)💕💙

NO THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS!! I hope you enjoyed what I came up with! Thank you so much for giving me a chance to get a little more on the dirty side with my spicy boy  (〃∇〃) ノ i wish he would wreck my neck huehuehuehue

Bakugou, Katsuki

Class was dragging on today, the last hour seemed like five but soon the class would finally be released from their seats. Everyone was silently writing notes, everyone expect Bakugou who was busy watching the clock and yawning out every so often out of boredom, he finished his notes a half hour ago. His crimson irises moved from the clock and found their way over to his girlfriend across the room, who was busy chewing on the eraser on her pencil, clearly daydreaming. He rolled his eyes at her actions but continued to watch. She was a much better view than the frozen clock. Bakugou liked how she wore her hair today, her usual hairstyle was always down against her back but today her hair was pulled up into a bun, exposing her neck.

Y/N suddenly pulled out her phone, trying to hide it as best as she could from Aizawa. She got a glimpse of the text before her homeroom teacher sent a piece of chalk at her forehead, “no phones. Want me to expel you?” he replied bluntly before slithering back down into his sleeping bag, watching the rest of the kids. She rubbed her forehead while turning to Bakugou who was smirking smugly at her from afar, pleased with how the turn of events went. She pouted while nodding her head at him.

[TEXT RECEIVED: Baku-kun 💕; we’re studying tonight. my room. be late and die ]

Bakugou was the first one out of the class, like usual he was always ready to leave before anyone even thought to begin packing up. He hated waiting on anyone when he was ready to go home, his girlfriend included. Who liked to hang out with Momo and Jiro after classes anyways and never minded him taking off so she could be with her friends. Bakugou had a strict after school workout regimen he would complete while Y/N staying after class to help Momo clean up the classroom. Y/N’s cheeks stayed flushed as she thought about her boyfriend’s text, she was always happy to spend time with him outside of school. She couldn’t wait.~


“Didn’t I say don’t be late?” Bakugou glared down at the nervous Y/N who bowed at his feet a few times apologizing over and over. “Tch…. get in here then  dammit!” he grabbed the girl by her wrist and pulled her into his bedroom before slamming the door shut behind them. Y/N ran over to his bed and grabbed his pillow for cover, begging the hothead to take pity on her! “Oh shut it stupid girl… and pull out your notes. If I’m to be number one, I’ll have to help you reach number two.”

“Y-You’re so kind to meeee!” Y/N replied happily, grabbing her notebook from her bag and handing it over to him while he slumped into the bed next to her. The ashen blonde stayed quiet as he eyes skimmed over her writing, and Y/N pulled out her homework attempting to get started while he deemed her note taking worthy or not. Bakugou was the toughest tutor she had ever had in her whole school career but luckily this tutor was not only incredibly attractive but she could also kiss him whenever she wanted. Or whenever he allowed it. Plus no matter how hard he was on her, her grades did show major improvement since having regular study dates with him. Y/N smiled to herself, just happy to be close with him again.

Bakugou had long since stopped reading, the second Y/N’s eyes moved away from him, he began to watch her. Crimson irises studied her every feature. From the little hairs that clung to the back her neck too short to go into the bun, the little crinkle on her nose whenever she smiled and the beautiful curve of her neck his face could easily fit into. A tint of color began to show on his face and he could feel the heat on his cheeks, he didn’t need a mirror to know he was blushing. A small whispered ‘tch’ escaped his lips before he tossed her notebook to the side and pushed her homework from her hands before intertwining his fingers with hers. “B-Baku—” “Shut up.”

His voice was low and gruff, the hot air from his lips hit Y/N’s cheeks as he whispered those words into her ear. It sent a heated tingle down her spine. “I…. when your hair is like this and your neck is….. crap…” he muttered while lowering his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling the alluring scent of her strawberry body wash. This girl was driving him more and more crazy, ever since the day he saw her, “….you are mine.” He whispered again mainly to himself, but this time those words were pressed into her skin making her whole body go numb. Y/N closed her eyes tightly as his hands moved from hers to wrap around her delicate frame, his toned bulky arms pulling her back into his broad chest. “…Oi…. Can I kiss you?”

“O-Of course you can, what kind o— ahh!” Y/N replied to his question quickly but she was not on the same page as Bakugou. His hot lips pressed a hard kiss against the crook of her neck, causing her face to go red, this was the first time he had kiss her anywhere besides her face. She felt a smirk spread against his lips at her reaction and knew she was in trouble, in the best of ways.

The same spot he had kissed, Bakugou now was attached to, suckling at her soft skin roughly, she bit down on her bottom lip and felt her brows pull up from the delicious sensation. The hothead moved to different parts of her neck, the studying he wanted to do was of her body. He would bite some, lick others and suck intently on any spot that had Y/N moaning out. Her lewd sounds encouraging him further.

“B-Ba—ahhn~! K-Katsuki! I…. I can’t…. n-no more….!” Y/N begged between groans, Bakugou’s mouth currently chewing at a super sensitive area on the back of her neck. This spot he was attacking was making her legs wiggle and her thighs squeeze together, these actions he hadn’t seen her do before, he liked how he was making her feel. But knew he was pushing not only her limit but his own, the ever growing apparent tightness in his pants getting rather annoying.

“You’re right. I did what I wanted…. now let’s get back to this crap.” Like nothing had happened, Bakugou released the huffing Y/N and picked up the scattered school work. Y/N blinked confusedly as her boyfriend easily put his nose back into their schoolwork, acting like nothing just happened. ‘T-That’s it!?’


“OH my GOSH! What is THAT!?” Momo whispered louder than she meant to, catching the ears of a few closer classmates. Y/N flailed her arms before flatting her hair back down into place, hiding the huge hickeys on her neck from the night before. She pushed a finger against her own lips and shushed her best friend. But there was no use.

Kirishima suddenly popped out of no where, a large smirk on his cheeks, catching the two girls off guard. Y/N and Momo stared up at the red haired boy with confused looks on both their faces. Y/N’s mouth opened to ask but Kitishima’s hand pushed the girl’s hair from her neck and stared at the mess on it, “dude…. you should have at least gave her a cold spoon….. Man up and take responsibility when you do this with a girl.” His attention moved from the girl’s neck to behind himself and at the smug smirk of Bakugou. A slight blush on his cheeks, he was too proud of himself and was rather pissed she wanted to hide his handy work.

“I-I’m going to kill you, Baku-Kuuuun!” Y/N snapped at the hothead, swatting Kirishima’s hand away and covered up her neck again with a red face. Y/N hadn’t told anyone but her boyfriend easily told his best friend, she was his and now had the marks to prove it. Of course, Bakugou would want everyone to know who this girl belonged to.

Fresh Start - Tough Call

A/N: Fresh Start part 12. This is a Mechanic!Dean x Single mom!Reader AU. I know it’s a day late, sorry! I hope you guy’s enjoy this part. Thanks again to my fantastic beta @thorne93

Memories are in italics.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Beth.

Warnings: None I think. Maybe language.

Wordcount: 2009


MASTERLIST


*not my GIF*

Originally posted by acklesjensen


“Can we go home now?” Cas asked as you excused yourself from your friend. The two of you were at a bon voyage party for one of your friends who had gotten an amazing opportunity to study abroad, only downside was that she had to leave before the school year was over. Cas was never one for big parties, he liked it best when there was just a few people who he knew, so you were kind of impressed that he had lasted this long.

“Of course. Let’s just find Jill and we can say goodbye.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then dragged him through the room. Once you had said your goodbye’s and good luck’s you and Cas stepped out into the crisp spring air.

“You want to walk back? It’s a beautiful night.” Cas asked as he looked up to the sky where the stars were blinking.

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the-tao-of-fandom  asked:

For prompts: So I'm interested to hear about the courtship of female Sam Vimes and Lady Ramkin because obviously that's something everyone needs in their lives. (or just the life of a female Sam in general)

inspired by x

Those nights when she makes it home at something approaching a decent hour, Sam will lie in bed with Sybil’s head on her stomach. Sybil keeps her hair very short and fine beneath her wigs, and Sam likes the feel of it, tracing every dip and line of Sybil’s skull, from the soft rolls of her neck to the slope of her temples, the sharp curve of her widow’s peak. Her fingertips could map out Ankh-Morpork on Sybil’s skin, though sometimes she got distracted and forgot where Scooner’s Lane ended and the faint divot beneath Sybil’s ear began.

Sometimes Sybil will talk, or read aloud, and Sam thinks—there’s the Chase, there is always the Chase, but this might the only thing she’s ever known where there’s joy in the having.

What are you thinking about? Sybil asks sometimes, and Sam says, Nothing, nothing. Tell me more, I was listening. I like listening to you.

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There was an Understanding.

The Understanding was: Her Grace, Lady Sybil Deidre Olgivanna Ramkin, had, on the twelfth of May, married Captain Samantha Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork Watch. It was a very lovely ceremony. There had been cake.

Questions on the matter, such as “is there legal precedent for this”, “where exactly are the records for—” and “how does a noble title pass to a duchess’ wife” could be respectfully addressed to the Patrician.

It was amazing how quickly people Understood, when Vetinari was suggested as the alternate means of education.

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