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…”


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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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


“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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anonymous asked:

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



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.

100 symptoms of Fibromyalgia

My symptoms are in bold. Share and bold your symptoms.

  • Fatigue, made worse by physical exertion or stress
  • Activity level decreased to less than 50% of pre-illness activity level
  • Recurrent flu-like illness
  • Sore throat
  • Hoarseness
  • Tender or swollen lymph nodes (glands), especially in neck and underarms
  • Shortness of breath (air hunger) with little or no exertion
  • Frequent sighing
  • Tremor or trembling
  • Severe nasal allergies (new allergies or worsening of previous allergies)
  • Cough
  • Night sweats
  • Low-grade fevers
  • Feeling cold often
  • Feeling hot often
  • Cold extremities (hands and feet)
  • Low body temperature (below 97.6)
  • Low blood pressure (below 110/70)
  • Heart palpitations
  • Dryness of eyes and/or mouth
  • Increased thirst
  • Symptoms worsened by temperature changes
  • Symptoms worsened by air travel
  • Symptoms worsened by stress
  • Headache
  • Tender points or trigger points
  • Muscle pain and aches
  • Muscle twitching
  • Muscle weakness
  • Paralysis or severe weakness of an arm or leg
  • Joint pain
  • TMJ syndrome
  • Chest pain
  • Lightheaded; feeling “spaced out”
  • Inability to think clearly (“brain fog”)
  • Seizures
  • Seizure-like episodes
  • Syncope (fainting) or blackouts
  • Sensation that you might faint
  • Vertigo or dizziness
  • Numbness or tingling sensations
  • Tinnitus (ringing in one or both ears)
  • Photophobia (sensitivity to light)
  • Noise intolerance
  • Feeling spatially disoriented
  • Dysequilibrium (balance difficulty)
  • Staggering gait (clumsy walking; bumping into things)
  • Dropping things frequently
  • Difficulty judging distances (e.g. when driving; placing objects on surfaces)
  • “Not quite seeing” what you are looking at
  • Hypersomnia (excessive sleeping)
  • Sleep disturbance: unrefreshing or non-restorative sleep
  • Sleep disturbance: difficulty falling asleep
  • Sleep disturbance: difficulty staying asleep (frequent awakenings)
  • Sleep disturbance: vivid or disturbing dreams or nightmares
  • Altered sleep/wake schedule (alertness/energy best late at night)
  • Depressed mood
  • Suicidal thoughts
  • Suicide attempts
  • Feeling worthless
  • Frequent crying
  • Feeling helpless and/or hopeless
  • Inability to enjoy previously enjoyed activities
  • Increased appetite
  • Decreased appetite
  • Anxiety or fear when there is no obvious cause
  • Panic attacks
  • Irritability; overreaction
  • Rage attacks: anger outbursts with little or no cause
  • Abrupt, unpredictable mood swings
  • Phobias (irrational fears)
  • Personality changes
  • Eye pain
  • Changes in visual acuity (frequent changes in ability to see well)
  • Difficulty with accommodation (switching focus from one thing to another)
  • Blind spots in vision
  • Sensitivities to medications (unable to tolerate “normal” dosage)
  • Sensitivities to odors (e.g., cleaning products, exhaust fumes, colognes, hair sprays)
  • Sensitivities to foods
  • Painful urination or bladder pain
  • Alcohol intolerance
  • Frequent urination
  • Alteration of taste, smell, and/or hearing
  • Prostate pain
  • Impotence
  • Endometriosis
  • Worsening of premenstrual syndrome (PMS)
  • Decreased libido (sex drive)
  • Hair loss
  • Mitral valve prolapse
  • Cancer
  • Dental problems
  • Periodontal (gum) disease
  • Aphthous ulcers (canker sores)
  • Stomach ache; abdominal cramps
  • Nausea
  • Vomiting
  • Esophageal reflux (heartburn)
  • Frequent diarrhea
  • Frequent constipation
  • Bloating; intestinal gas
  • Food cravings
  • Weight gain
  • Weight loss
  • Difficulty with simple calculations (e.g., balancing checkbook)
  • Word-finding difficulty
  • Using the wrong word
  • Difficulty expressing ideas in words
  • Difficulty moving your mouth to speak
  • Slowed speech
  • Stuttering; stammering
  • Impaired ability to concentrate
  • Easily distracted during a task
  • Difficulty paying attention
  • Difficulty following a conversation when background noise is present
  • Losing your train of thought in the middle of a sentence
  • Difficulty putting tasks or things in proper sequence
  • Losing track in the middle of a task (remembering what to do next)
  • Difficulty with short-term memory
  • Difficulty with long-term memory
  • Forgetting how to do routine things
  • Difficulty understanding what you read
  • Switching left and right
  • Transposition (reversal) of numbers, words and/or letters when you speak
  • Transposition (reversal) of numbers, words and/or letters when you write
  • Difficulty remembering names of objects
  • Difficulty remembering names of people
  • Difficulty recognizing faces
  • Difficulty following simple written instructions
  • Difficulty following complicated written instructions
  • Difficulty following simple oral (spoken) instructions
  • Difficulty following complicated oral (spoken) instructions
  • Poor judgment
  • Difficulty making decisions
  • Difficulty integrating information (putting ideas together to form a complete picture or concept)
  • Difficulty following directions while driving
  • Becoming lost in familiar locations when driving
  • Feeling too disoriented to drive

Edit: I tagged @cbspoons​ in the tags, but I feel the need to tag them in the post itself because I don’t feel like it’s obvious that I copied and pasted this post from them because I was having difficulty editing their post from reblogging it, so it’s definitely not mine. Feel free to edit this message out when you’re editing this post for yourself.

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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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+).

Moon of My Life

Member: Jun
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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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~)


  • 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)


  • 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)


  • 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)

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)

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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.


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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BTS reaction to them being busy and their GF surprising them.


(Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok)




He’s spending to much time in the studio setting the new choreography, you both supossed to spent the day together but he was so busy that you couldn’t, so you go to the studio to surprissed him, he look really tired laying on the floor that in a weird way turn you on, you open the door and he sees you, he inmediatly stand up to go and hug you “What are you doing here?” he tells you while placing a sweet kiss on the cheek, “I was wondering what was taking you so long to come home” He excited try to shw you the new dance, he went to the Small room on the crner to make the music stop, you follow him to see the little room to, he got scared cuz he sees you behind him out of nowhere, you close the door behind you and star playing with his shirt trying to lift it up… “What are you doing?”

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You bit your lip and give a cheeky look to you, he gets it and he lift you to put you in the little table, he starts kissing you and raise your skirt to your waist … “Let’s do a quickly, but i have no condoms” he says to you “It’s okay” you said pulling him to your lips, while kissing you he pulls his shorts a little bit to realease his boner, he starst kissing your neck, his hand goes from your tights to your panties playing with you under it, you grab his cock while he moves your panties without remove them to get inside you, His movements are so quickly and deep that makes you moan a little bit, you bit your lips to not make any noise just like him, he is just squeexing his jaw to let go of some growls from him you arched your back of pleasure he slighly kiss your neck making you arched even more, he can come at any minute now, when he’s about to he tacke his cock out making you get in your knees to swallow his cum. “We need to go home now baby, i need a second round”…

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JIN ♥:

OH i am going to have fun at this one…

Jin was at home that day, you two were making dinne cuz the other members where coming to dinner. He starts choping the the carrot adn he just screams a little bit making a sexy noise, you just turn around and see that he is bleeding a litte bit, you go for the first aid kit to heal his finger, he sits in a chair and you get in your knees; “You’ll be fine” you said kissing his tip slow and gentle, you look up to him still with his finger in your mouth making his breath a little faster when he sees you, “ Th..The…The fod is gonna burn” he says nerviosly running trough the oven, you smirk and go behind him you give him a warm hug, he stay still, with his head looking to the floor…

Originally posted by jinful

He turns to see you, still with your arms around him you turn of the oven carefully, He lift you to the island behind you, you put your arms around his neck he bends towards you to give you a sweet kiss in the forehead, then in the cheeks next to the chin ending in your lips, kissing softly tracing his hands from your legs to your waist lifting your shirt a little bit, you bite his lip making him moan which turn you even more, he takes your shorts and panties off, leaving kisses from your ankle to your clit, you lay down in the island of the kitchen trying to hold from any place, he holds one of your hands to control your movements, with one hand in his hair and the other one in this hand, you stand up to move your feets and take off his shorts with your weird skill, He Take your legs to grap his hips, he lift you again to place himself inside you making you moan a little bit too, you lean against the island with your elbows to help him a little while his hips thrust to yours. Findin the right spot he hits you everytime sending waves of pleasure to your hole body, you finally came, he keeps Pushing towards you until he finally came to, you both moan of pleasure panting a couple minutes before putting your clothes and keep cooking, after all done he just place a sweet kiss in the top of your head.

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*You are Jimin*


You both would be in bed you reading your book while he is working in the Laptop, you suddenly get bored, you turn on the Tv and you start watching a Romantic movie, suddenly a Sex scene appear and gives you an idea, you turn of the TV and sit on Namjoon’s lap he inmediattly look towards you to finding you with out your shirt on, only your pijama’s short… “aaah… i’m so boring “ you pout your face a little while an evil smirk comes out of your lips… “Honey, i’m busy, not today” he says tracking his eyes to the computer 

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“I promise i’ll be quick” He Looks at you and his evil smirks comes in to his lips too, he turns you to put you under him, you take of your bra while he leave sweet kisses in your neck, he leaves hickeys in your neck and breast, he keeps his way to take of you short with his teeths, he grabs a condom an place it, he goes in to you slow to make you moan  and take your breath away for a seconds.  he holds from the head of the bedand start moving, He turn you above him and you start moving now, with every jump a new exciting moan, He sits placing his hands on the bed, you hold his face to kiss him without stop moving, you keep doing it quickly until you came, he lift you up a little to he can do his movements and thrust his hips to yours fast and deep, he moans when he was getting closer, he came and you hug him, falling tired in to the bed, he takes the blanket and covers both of you before he continues with his work.

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On The Beach


Summary: Achilles and Patroclus are watching the sunset on the beach when Achilles starts doing ticklish things to Patroclus’ neck.

A/N: A short little piece from me to you. I hope you like it!

Words: 566

Patroclus smelled of saltwater that the sun had dried onto his dark skin and hair, and Achilles almost wished for him to never wash it off. Patroclus was always beautiful, but there was something about his current state that drove Achilles crazy. How sun-kissed and radiant he looked. Achilles had never been happier that they were both in Hellas, born and raised on the soils of the Gods, constantly hugged by the sun and sea. He didn’t think they really belonged anywhere else.

He pulled Patroclus closer as they watched the last rays of the day leave them. The beach seemed even stiller than usual, but Achilles didn’t mind. Patroclus had his eyes closed, though he was wearing a smile that only grew once Achilles tucked his head beneath his chin. “What are you doing?”

“Adoring you.”

Patroclus opened his eyes. “Why?”

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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


*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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anonymous asked:

Can you Pwease make a part three to the grim reaper Namjoon story 💕 I'm super into this story and I'm loving every min of it tysm even if you don't do it 💕💕

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8  // Part 9// Part 10  // Part 11  // Part 12  // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 // Finale


Check out the side series of all the other reapers!!

Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

Words: 1879

Namjoon had returned to your place at 3 in the morning, while you worked on an essay that was due later in the day. You hadn’t even noticed him returning until you glanced over at the sofa across from you and realized he was sitting there.

You threw a pillow at him.

“Do you want me to have a heart attack?” You accused, holding up another one. Namjoon grinned, shaking his head.

“No, because then Yoongi would have to come get your soul.”

“Yoo- who? Who’s that?” You wondered, pushing your laptop aside and getting up. Namjoon sat up straight on the other sofa, and you inspected his face.

“He’s the reaper of diseases. Well, the first reaper for that.”

“Mm, oh. Well, don’t sneak up on me anymore.” You sat on the floor in front of him, checking to see his face. He’d gained some color back, so you knew he was doing better. 

“Did you lock your door?” Namjoon asked, but you weren’t listening.

“Can I touch you yet?”

“No, no way.” He replied smoothly, standing up. Namjoon took his time pulling his gloves off, along with his sweater next. You stood, too. “Not for awhile, you can’t.”

“How many souls did you collect?” You changed the subject quickly, trying to destroy the feeling of despair building up. Not for awhile, you can’t?

“A little over 200,000. Let’s not talk about that right now.”

You said nothing, looking at him with as serious an expression you could make. Namjoon wasn’t smiling either, which made him look mysterious, dangerous. You picked up a towel still hanging around on the couch and stuck it over his lips, before pressing your own to it. His body seemed to limp slightly, but he took fistfuls of your shirt and pulled you closer. Namjoon dragged himself away first, letting the towel drop between you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” You stepped back, shivering slightly at the feel of closeness. That, and his cold radiating towards you.

“Never mind that. I only came here to tell you that guy who attacked you in the shop had a heart attack.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Why’d you have to make him have a heart attack? He was already going to j-”

“I didn’t.” He said firmly. Namjoon gave you a look that read he was serious, and you couldn’t help but believe him.

“Who did, then? You were the only reaper there.”

“(Y/N), I’m only a reaper of physical deaths, not anything else. He had a heart attack when speaking to the police. I wasn’t there.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You wondered, feeling a little too freaked out

“Just, lock all your doors and windows.”

“Namjoon, why are you telling me this?” You pressed on, narrowing your eyebrows in suspicion. For some reason he seemed to be reacting differently, which made a certain fear build up in you.

“Another reaper knows I keep saving you.”

Your face fell, and Namjoon collapsed back on the couch.

“Just locking my doors and windows won’t work.” You whispered, and he nodded.

“That won’t save you,” he agreed. “but if you just try to avoid actually dying, then I’ll be able to save you from them.”

“You can’t save me from everything if you don’t want to disappear!” You snapped, and he sighed deeply.

“I have to go, which is why I came her to tell you that. Be careful, and just go to sleep. Reaper’s can’t kill you in your dreams. They can scare you into waking up, but don’t let it happen.”


He cut you off. “Listen to me. Don’t let it happen. You know how, you’ve done it with me plenty of times.”

And he was gone. Namjoon disappeared in front of you, and you shivered in the momentary gust of wind that blew past you.

You didn’t want to sleep, now. You felt a little too freaked out, so you decided to calm yourself by showering. Grabbing a towel, you cranked the shower on high heat before stepping into it. As water ran down your body, you felt your tense muscles slowly coming undone. The heat always felt nice, but you didn’t mind the cold either. It also wasn’t because because Namjoon’s skin was ice cold…

You decided to wash your hair while in the shower, because you’d spent too much time just enjoying the heat wash your chilled bones. While you washed your hair, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Namjoon?” You wondered, wringing out your hair so the suds would be whisked away. Did he come back to yell at you, for not sleeping? There was no answer, so you were sure it was merely because he couldn’t hear you.

Another knock, and you turned the water onto low so he could hear you this time.

“Namjoon, what are you doing? I thought you were busy.” 

No answer.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned the water off completely, smacking open the glass barrier between you and the cold, before wrapping the towel around your now cold body.

As you stepped from the shower, Namjoon knocked on the door again. This time, it was much more irritated, and it sounded harsher than before.

“Stop knocking, I can hear y-”

The door crashed open, and you backed up against the wall. It wasn’t Namjoon standing there, but another, shorter man in all black. His hair was a dark brown strewn lazily down to his ears.

“What the hell? Get out!” You were trapped, and his full lips upturned into a grin. The man flicked his tongue across his lips, before coming closer to you. You picked up the nearest thing to you, which just so happened to be a hair brush.

“You’re going to fight a reaper with that?” He wondered, sounding awfully disappointed. The reaper cracked his knuckles, and his neck.

“A reaper? Aren’t you a little short to be a soul harvester?” You echoed in a dead voice, and you did your best to dodge the hand stretching out to touch your face.

“Ah, don’t run!” He called out as you whipped towards the door, which you just barely slipped out of before it was ripped off the hinges. Apparently he was good at ignoring rude comments. Or, maybe he used them to fuel his little fire.

“Please don’t run! You won’t make it far.” He called out, but you were running towards your front door. You did your best not to trip on your clumsy wet feet as you ran, but it was difficult. For a split second you turned around, before running into something stiff.

“Didn’t I say go to sleep?” Namjoon hissed, shoving you behind him, entirely aware he was close to touching your skin.

“Joonie’s here, too?” The other reaper squeaked in delight, clapping his hands together. He neared Namjoon, who sighed.

“Really, Jimin? You’re trying to make her commit suicide? Not cool.”

“Just look at her, I’d be doing that one a favor.” He rolled his eyes, patting Namjoon on the shoulder.

Namjoon snapped his neck.

Oh my god!” You screamed, only to be muffled by Namjoon shoving his jacket against your face.

“Yew jusht kwilled hmim!” You muffled into his jacket, trying your best to shove him away.

“Not dead, just sleeping. Deeply. Are you okay?” He slowly pulled away his jacket, before draping it around your shoulders. You sighed, shutting your eyes tightly.

“Mm, I’m fine. Who is he?”

“The first reaper of suicidal deaths. He’s probably one of the scariest reapers, mainly because instead of just killing you he makes you do it yourself. I can’t leave you alone anymore.”

You didn’t want him to leave you alone, either, but he had to collect souls or he’d disappear. “Namjoon-”

“Being here let’s all the other reaper’s know we’re together. Why is this so difficult?”

“Can you stay here until I fall asleep? You can leave right after, I promise.”

His face softened, and he nodded quickly. Namjoon stepped aside so you could walk towards your bedroom, but then realized that Jimin’s body lay twitching on the floor.

“Just walk over him, the twitching just mean his skin shouldn’t be touched by humans. I’ll get rid of him while you…dress…”

You stepped over him cautiously, looking back at Namjoon quickly before closing yourself in your room. For a moment, you placed your ear gingerly against the door to see if you could hear anything, but it was silent.

Pulling away, you pulled your towel off to dry the rest of your body before opening a drawer to pull out some pajamas. There was none, great. Your eyes scoured your room before noticing the shorts and tank top in your laundry basket. Those will do for now, you guessed.

You walked to the other side of your room, before leaning down to grab the pieces of fabric from the basket.

Your door swung open.

“Hey your bathroom door’s literally brok- oh my God I just saw your butt.” 

Your whirled around in shock, before picking up your towel to cover your body with it.

“I saw your boobs, too.” He breathed, his whole body stiff. Namjoon didn’t avert his eyes before, so you had no time to be embarrassed.

“Get out before you die!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, sending him flying out the door before even finishing your sentence.

“Why do humans change so slow? Oh my God, oh my God. I’ll just…fix your door, yeah!”

You dressed quickly this time, throwing a sweater over your body and walking out of your room. You were utterly humiliated Namjoon had seen you naked, and you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

He didn’t glance up at you when emerged from your room, which just further proved he could also not believe he’d seen you nude. Had he even seen someone naked before, you didn’t know.

“Your bathroom door’s fixed…” He mumbled, looking down at your feet. Your eyes fell back onto the spot where the reaper Jimin had been before, but he had disappeared. You decided not to question it.

“Okay, do you want me to just hang out until you go to sleep? I’ll just watch TV, then. Do you have coffee? I-” He turned, but you took a fistful of his thick shirt which caused him to pause.

“I mean come to bed.” You mumbled, and he turned around.

“I hate feeling like this. Stop acting shy because it makes my stomach want to explode.” He wore a bitter smile that stretched his face and made him look like a creepy clown.

“Isn’t that called butterflies?” You smirked, letting Namjoon pick your sweater sleeve up and drop your hand away from his shirt.

“Butterflies? In my stomach? Are you crazy or just stupid?”

“It’s a metaphor, and I’m neither, thank you very much.” You snapped, hitting him in the shoulder. He grinned, turning you around towards your bedroom door and holding onto your shoulders.

“Is your bed even big enough for two?” He wondered, and you nodded.

“It just means we’ll have to lay very close together.”

“I’ll get my gloves.” He muttered, leaving you to wait for him in your room.

I drew my version of Amai! I hated drawing the base under this but she turned out so cute! I changed her character a bit too compared to the official loo that Amai actually has.

I have get a sweater with a short v neck and she has the sleeves pushed up a little. I pushed her bangs back and tied the head thing around into things to resemble a bit of bunny ears (although they look more like horns now lol) because I imagine her as soft and sweet. She does have a little gap in her teeth because c’mon she looks so cute with it, I wanted to also give her rounder and more innocent looking eyes with longer eyelashes.

Not pictured because I am lazy: Darker skinned Amai with freckles, she might have darker skin because she helps out with the Gardening Club every once in a while. She probably prefers foods that is grown by the Gardening Club because they know what they are doing.

Personality: Amai is sweet as heck, like tell her you are just a bit hungry, she will drag you to the kitchen, sit you down and cook you a nice meal. Trust me she wants to run a soup kitchen to help those in need. Amai is a fantastic listener and loves listening to peoples stories and jokes and problems. She is basically a mother due to taking care of her little siblings at home.

Although she is so sweet she is way too trusting and gullible. She has a very naive mindset, she sees the good before the bad. And more often than not she will listen to music while cooking, both of those keep her distracted for long periods of time. As well as she can be a bot forgetful, but when she is in the kitchen that all goes away.

I love her tbh. 


Holiday Misfortunes - Part One

Pairing: Conor Maynard X Reader

Request: No

Fandom: Buttercream squad

Prompt: (Y/N) doesn’t get along with Conor, but she decides to go on a “lads” holiday with the guys.


“I need to book your ticket, (Y/N), are you coming or not?” Josh asked, you had all gathered in the Maynard/Pieters flat to discuss holiday plans.

“Does, he have to come?” You said with pleading eyes looking towards Conor’s room.

“Yes, he does have to come. Why do you hate him so much anyway?” Joe asked, you sighed at his question.

“I don’t hate him, he just pisses me off. He’s annoying and always has to be the centre of attention.” You said, knowing he could hear you.

“You’re probably just being a girl.” Jack said, he’d tried in the past to get you to like Conor but something about him just didn’t sit right with you. The two of you clashed too much.

“Come on, maybe once you get to Barcelona you’ll see he’s not a bad guy.” Mikey pleaded with you.

“I’m not sure the county we’re in will change him, but sure. I’ll come.” You finally agreed, they all cheered causing Conor to come out of his room.

“What are we celebrating? Did Oli get a date?” He laughed, you bit your tongue at his remark refusing to laugh.

“Nah, (Y/N) is coming to Barcelona!” Oli smiled, Conor’s eyebrows raised.

“You are?” He asked you.

“Yup, see you there.” You smiled sweetly, but rolling your eyes.

“This is going to be a long ten days.” Caspar said.

“Well, now it’s all booked lets all have a drink?” Jack suggested. You all agreed and pulled whatever alcohol he had out of the fridge.


Last night was a clear mistake. You’d awoken back at the apartment you share with Joe and Caspar.

You couldn’t recall getting home, getting into bed or even changing out of your jeans. But somehow you managed, or no doubt Caspar put you to bed.

“Good morning sunshine, how are we today?” Joe smirked at you, coming into your room with two tablets and a glass of water.

“I’m fine, I’m just never drinking again.” You said, thankfully taking the tablets.

“Well, you better get used to hangovers if you’re going on holiday with us.” He laughed.

“Speaking of that, fuck I need to pack!” You said, realising you were leaving tomorrow.

“Oh fuck, Caspar are you packed?” Joe shouted through to Caspar’s room.

“Nope!” Caspar called back, making you both laugh.

“This is going to be a hectic day.” You sighed, getting up to make breakfast.

After quickly making yourself, Caspar and Joe some bacon sandwiches, you brewed yourself a coffee and took your breakfast to your room.

“Don’t interrupt me today, I will not be happy to see you.” You warned the guys, they just nodded and continued watching the TV.

Playing some music you finally started packing, you’d woken up around 11am so it was now 1pm. Grabbing your suitcase from you wardrobe you opened it up and started raiding your wardrobe and draws.

You threw in two bikinis and a one piece swimsuit, four dresses, three jumpsuits, a few baggy shirts, shorts, light coloured halter neck tops, a few little tank tops and some dresses for clubbing as well as underwear and other essentials.

Adding in some sandals, converse, a few heels, some vans, suncream, your hair straighteners and curlers, and everything else that came to mind.

Eventually you’d finished packing around 4pm, so you gathered up everything else you’d pack in your bag tomorrow morning and arranged them on your bedside table.

“(Y/N)! We got pizza!” Joe called, you suddenly felt your hunger hit you and followed the delicious smell of pizza to the two boys on the couch.

“Thank god, I don’t think I could be bothered to cook!” You smiled, thankfully taking a pizza box and digging in.

“Play nice tomorrow, yeah? Conor really doesn’t want to ruin the holiday with arguing and I’m sure you don’t either so let’s just play nice?” Joe asked, you signed but nodded in agreement.

“I promise.” You smiled, taking another bite of the pizza.

You finished your pizza and settled into bed on your laptop, but unfortunately you found yourself on the internet a little bit too long. It was 3am when you finally got to sleep.

Your alarm pieced your ears as it whined at you to get up at 6am, you cursed yourself for staying up but judging by the looks on Joe and Caspar’s faces they did exactly the same. You threw on some jeans and a baggy shirt, brushing through your hair and applying your makeup before grabbing your suitcase to meet the guys.

“Car just arrived, look how punctual we are.” Caspar laughed as you walked outside, locking up the door.

“Barcelona, here we come!” You smiled, happy you’d decided to come, despite Conor.

Once you arrived at the airport you met up with everyone else and made your way through all of security before you were sat waiting for your flight to be called.

“I need to buy new earphones!” You suddenly remembered, you had about an hour before the flight was due.

“Yeah, actually I need to buy some too.” Conor said shyly. You couldn’t help but want to tell him to piss off, but you promised Joe.

“Okay, anyone else need anything?” You said with begging eyes.

“You’ve just reminded me actually I’ve forgotten mine too! Bloody hell how unprepared are we.” Oli laughed, you gave him a thankful look before you all walked to one of the shops in the airport.

Once you’d gotten your earphones, and Conor’s brownie that he couldn’t resist, you all made your way back to the guys.

“I’m so exited!” You beamed to Oli.

“Girl, you ain’t ever partied like you’ll party over the next ten days!” Conor laughed doing a silly accent. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, he had brownie crumbs all over his face.

“Bloody hell, did you just laugh at something Conor said?” Oli spoke, shocked.

“No, I’m laughing at how ridiculous he looks.” You said sternly before checking your phone.

“Let’s go, quickly before the guys leave without us.” You said, beginning to walk quicker.

“Well thank goodness you made it, our flights been called.” Josh smiled, you picked up your suitcases and walked to the plane.

Settling down between Josh and Caspar you pulled out your earphones before plugging them into your phone.

You found yourself drifting into a light sleep, but before you knew it you were passed out, your head falling to rest on Josh’s chest.

Once you’d landed everything was a blur, you got off the plane, gathered your suitcases and got into taxis before you arrived at your hotel.

“Right, now everyone is here this is how the rooms have been organised. It’s me and Caspar, Jack and Mikey, Oli and Josh and..” Joe started, you glared at him.

“(Y/N) and Conor.” He finished. You could have slapped him, in fact you felt your hand jerk but you fought it.

“Okay, well I said I wouldn’t argue. Let’s not argue. It’s fine.” You smiled, all eyes were on you as shocked expressions filled everyone’s faces.

“But don’t fucking expect me to actually stay in that room. I’ll come stay in your room Joe.” You finished coldly.

“There’s the (Y/N) we know and love.” Jack spoke trying to lighten the mood but in all honesty you couldn’t believe Joe had put you in a room with Conor, you wanted nothing more than to strangle him.

Feel free to leave feedback guys!! Part one was so much fun to write and I can’t wait to continue this imagine!! Have a wonderful day/night!!

Out of the Park

Part Twelve
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 1610
Warnings: Drinking/drunkenness. 


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Tsukkiyama Drabble: This Boy I Like

“Do you…” Tsukishima pauses, shifting next to Yamaguchi on his bed, “like anyone?” Yamaguchi fiddles with Tsukishima’s uniform, the second button, with one hand, tugging at it and winding up the back thread. It’s a little quiet for a while before Tsukishima is ready to accept that maybe Yamaguchi doesn’t want to talk but then the boy answers.

“I do,” he says quietly. Tsukishima aches in his chest, just below the second button Yamaguchi is toying with. It sounds an awful lot like a marriage proposal answer, Tsukishima thinks, with how the boy whispers with a smile on his lips and it comes out slightly breathless.

All they hear in the silence is the buzzing of his desk fan and the rustle of the trees outside. “What are they like?” Tsukishima asks as he signs away his soul to this devil with a halo. Yamaguchi is unperturbed and hums thoughtfully.

“Well,” he draws out the ‘L’. “They’re a boy,” he whispers conspiratorially and part of Tsukishima’s black hole of a heart, wilts. I’m a boy, he thinks with indignation.


“He’s tall.” Yamaguchi murmurs and his fingernail picks at the seam of the jacket. I’m tall, Tsukishima’s mind blurts out. Tsukishima grimaces.

“He’s snarky and mean,” he snickers. Tsukishima’s frown deepens because when has Yamaguchi associated with someone like that?

“He sounds kinda uncouth,” Tsukishima mutters. Yamaguchi seems delighted with the response and giggles.

“I dunno, it’s part of his charm.” Yamaguchi looks up at him with a gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face.

Tsukishima closes his eyes and grunts. He doesn’t really want to hear any of this anymore but Yamaguchi keeps talking. “He’s also blond, plays volleyball, middle blocker,” the boy lists and Yamaguchi’s hand slithers up his chest, abandoning the button for rest on the nape of the his neck, stroking the short blond hair. “He’s also a little dense.”

Golden eyes open and peer Yamaguchi suspiciously. “Really,” Tsukishima asks flatly. His heart however, betrays him and is fast as a rabbit’s. The hand on his neck is warm.

“Mm yeah. He could really work on his communication skills.”

Tsukishima flushes. “I do not,” he says hotly and then mentally berates himself because there goes subtext and now it’s all or nothing.

“You do.” Yamaguchi smiles slyly and arches up towards the other. “Now you gonna kiss me or what.”

Dark Fate Azusa Dark 09 Translation

| Mukami Prologue | Dark Prologue | Dark 01 | Dark 02 | Dark 03 | Dark 04 |Dark 05 | Dark 06 | Dark 07 | Dark 08 | Dark 09 |

-Scene: Tsukinami Living Room-

Yui: Hey, Azusa-kun. Have you decided yet?

Azusa: … … … …

Yui: Azusa-kun.

Azusa: … …It won’t be cut off.

Yui: (Even if he might die, there’s must be a reason why he doesn’t want to cut off the arm)

(Maybe the reason is because of Justin and the others)

I can understand why you don’t want to cut off your arm, Azusa-kun.

But even so, you want to live, don’t you… ..?

I’ll say it over and over: I want Azusa-kun to live. So that’s why… …

Azusa: Sorry… … No matter what, I can’t. I can’t lose an arm.

Yui: … … … …

(Despite what I say, he won’t listen… …)

(My words and feelings… … won’t reach Azusa-kun)

(Even though I thought he’d be willing to listen to my heart a little, I guess I was wrong)

… … … …

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