injured on the side of the road

PSA for turtle lovers

So PETA has recently posted an article about helping turtles across the road. While this sounds great, the article is loaded with nasty images of turtles who have been crushed by cars. The images are close-up, gory, and overall terrible to look at. So, for those of you out there who don’t want to see that, I’m making a post with happy pictures instead:

So turtles are amazing. I mean, look at that face

And often times during the warm months you will see turtles on the roadway just trying to get where they’re going. Unlike this little guy who’s already found the perfect spot

If you see a turtle in the road. The best thing to do is put on your hazard lights and safely pull over. watch for other cars as you examine the situation. Most turtles you come across aren’t super aggressive, so if you go to pick them up, the only thing they’ll do is this

if the turtle isn’t a snapping turtle or other aggressive turtle, simply pick it up like a hamburger to reduce the risk of injuring it, and take it to the side of the road that it’s trying to get to.


If it is a snapping turtle like this guy

or another kind of more agressive turtle, keep your distance. try to find a stick or something else you can goad it into focusing on. If you’re lucky, it will keep trying to attack the stick and you can “kite” it across the road. If not, call animal control and wait until they arrive. They’re trained to handle the situation.

In either case DO NOT take and wild turtles or tortoises home. I realize that they are incredible adorable

but you can seriously disrupt their environment and the overall population by keeping wild animals as pets. If you are looking for a pet reptile, it’s best to adopt from a shelter, or if you can’t find one, find a breeder that raises their reptiles ethically.

In addition, do not take them to a different area either, even if it’s a nearby lake in town. You could be taking it too far away from it’s home, lessening it’s chance of survival. Only take it to where it was already going.

Thank you all for reading, please share to help spread the word. Images I posted are not mine, with the exception of the sulcata tortoise hiding in the grass (That’s my shy boy).

Our Pet Monster

TW: Mentions of Pedophilia

When we moved to Pine Drive, I never expected to find a conspiracy among the kids there.

I was an only child and a loner, thanks to my parents always moving. My dad’s job had him hopping from state to state. It was a pretty tough going if you wanted to make friends. But he promised that we’d stay at least six months here, so I had a chance to make at least one friend.

And whadya know, on my block, there were a ton of kids to make friends with.

I didn’t even really have to try. Two days after moving in, the Langley twins Diana and David were pounding on my door, asking who owned that bike parked in the front yard and if they wanted to play. I was shy but the twins were ecstatic to meet me.

Apparently their group had an odd number before I moved in and they needed equal teams to play their games with.

There was Alicia, who was six, she was the baby but she was very sweet. The oldest was Fletcher who was thirteen but his social skills were a bit behind so he didn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of nine and ten year olds. I think there was about ten of us all in all.

But I learned soon enough that there was a secret each of them shared.

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Crushcrushcrush

Spencer x Reader.

“Ouch, ouch OUCH.“

"Stop being a baby!” you said to your best friend and colleague. 

“But it hurts,” Spencer complained. 

“Well of course it hurts you idiot, you’ve broken your leg." 

"Can you just drive more carefully please?" 

You were in your car driving back from the hospital where you’d spent the last four hours. Spencer was laid out across your back seat, his leg in plaster. You’d been with him when he’d fallen out of the tree, an image you still couldn’t get out of your head. 

Spencer Reid. In a tree. You couldn’t wait to tell the others. You’d taken pictures. 

"This wouldn’t have happened if you’d listened to me. I told you those branches couldn’t take your weight.” You couldn’t help but gloat. 

“Yes well, I was trying to be nice. That little girl wouldn’t stop crying.”

The two of you had met up for coffee, having returned from your most recent case the evening before. It was a pleasant day so you’d decided to take a walk through the local park. 

You’d come across a young mother trying to calm her crying child, her kite stuck in a tree. 

Spencer, being the gentleman he was, had offered to climb up and get it. You laughed telling him there’s no way those branches could take his weight but he’d ignored you. 

Less than 30 seconds into his climb, you heard a cracking and a loud girlish squeal as he came crashing to the ground, landing on his leg at an awkward angle. 

You couldn’t not laugh at him even though he was clearly hurt. The little girl’s mom had been mortified, especially when you told her what you both did for a living. “It’s fine,” you’d assured her. “He got shot in the leg last year, he’s used to being injured.”

“Can you stop laughing at me and call an ambulance please?” Spencer had piped up from the ground. 

“Let me just take a picture so I can show the team.” You pulled out your cell. “Smile.”

He’d glared at you. “ Ambulance. Now Y/N.”

“Fine, fine. No need to get so tetchy.”

Four hours and multiple photos later, you were on your way home, you having followed the ambulance in your car. You were taking Spencer back to your apartment as yours had an elevator and his didn’t, stopping by at his on the way picking up the list of items he’d given you. 

You drove over another pothole hearing him whine again. “I beg of you, please just drive carefully." 

You signaled, pulling to the side of the road "Get outta the car Reid.” You spun around in your seat. 

“Wait… No! I’m injured.”

“Criticise my driving again, and you can walk home. And I won’t let you stay at my apartment meaning you’ll have to call Morgan and tell him how you tried and failed to fly today.”

He pouted at you. “I’m sorry, you’re not a bad driver. It’s just the pot holes nudge my leg and it freaking hurts. It’s not so bad until you go over one.”

He’d refused painkillers at the hospital, you understanding why, and suddenly you felt bad for taking the piss out of him. 

“I’ll try and avoid them okay. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

You made it home with a few mores groans from him and you helped him into your building making it to your apartment with only a few stumbles. 

“Stay here, I’ll make up the couch now so we don’t have to do it later.”

“Aww you’re giving up your bed for me Y/N?”

“Fuck no…. I don’t give up my bed for no-one. You’re having the couch.”

“But I’m injured… And your pull out isn’t very comfortable.” He stayed on it before during your many movie marathons when he couldn’t be bothered to drive home. 

“I’m not giving up my bed Spence. You’re my best friend and I love you to bits but just no. Not happening.”

“But I gave you mine when you had strep throat and demanded I take you home and look after you.”

“And that, is because you are a much nicer person than I am.”

He tried to give you his puppy dog face which he knew almost always made you break. You shook your head at him. This was one thing you weren’t budging on. 

You made up the couch for him and put his bags on the chair. Deciding you were both starving you ordered pizza, watching an old episode of the Twilight Zone when it arrived. 

When you finished up, you tidied your mess away feeling Spencer watching you. He went to speak, stopping before any words actually left his mouth. 

“S'up?” You turned to your friend. 

He screwed up his mouth, his hands nervously playing with his tee shirt. 

“I need a shower.”

He did….When he’d fell he’d landed in some mud and although you’d managed to wipe most of it off whilst you were in the hospital waiting room some of it had matted into his hair, making it even messier than usual. 

“And?”

“I…..um, I’m not gonna be able to pull my jeans off. And I probably won’t be able stand for long in your shower by myself.”

“Can you wait until tomorrow and I can get Morgan to come and help?”

He shook his head. “You know how funny I am about showering everyday. I won’t be able to relax if I don’t. Please?”

Right… Okay. 

“We’ll have to cut your jeans off.” The doctor had already hacked them off at the knee in order to plaster him up so they were ruined anyway. “And… We’ll work the other stuff out as we go. Your boxers are staying on by the way.”

“Well duh….”

You went into your kitchen pulling out a roll of black bin liners, duct tape and your kitchen scissors, grabbing some towels from the basket of clean laundry you’d yet to put away. 

“Move it hop along.” You motioned towards your bathroom. 

“It kinda looks like you’re getting ready to murder me or something Y/N.” He pointed to the bags and scissors. 

“Oh Spencer… I’d at least wait until you were asleep. Now come on.”

He pulled himself up using his crutch as leverage and hobbling into the bathroom behind you. 

Flipping the lid of your toilet seat down, you instruct him, “Sit.”

You took his crutch off him propping it up against a wall. Twirling the scissors around your fingers you smiled menacingly at him. “Do you trust me?" 

"I don’t really have much choice.” He stuck his leg out. “Just…. Don’t cut through my boxers okay.”

Raising your eyebrows at him you joked, “Spencer, if I wanted to see your dick I would have seen it by now. Trust me on that." 

He flushed slightly as you reached for the bottom of his jeans, starting to cut up the side of his leg pulling the fabric apart as you did so you could easily see when you reached his underwear. 

"Pink boxers Spencer? Really?”

He shrugged at you. You continued cutting reaching the top. “Lift your butt off the seat slightly.”

He did and you quickly yanked the jeans from under him so they settled around his thighs. He rested back down. You removed his other Converse and sock, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom and pulling the jeans down and off his other leg. 

“Act one complete. Now onto Act two.” You started humming the Green Hill Zone music from Sonic the Hedgehog as you pulled a black bag from the roll, opening it up and lifting his leg inside it carefully. 

“I never knew you were a Sonic fan Y/N.”

“Up down left right A B C start, you know it baby.” You winked at him. “Now hold the bag around the top of your cast please.”

He gripped the plastic and you reached for the duct tape, taping the plastic flush to his leg and laughing at the finished look. 

“You’re probably gonna lose a few leg hairs getting that off.”

“Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Call yourself a genius Dr Reid….. ”

You stood up from your spot on the floor, leaning over and flicking the shower on. 

When you’d turned around, Spencer had pulled his tee shirt off. 

Woah….. 

You’d seen him shirtless before when you’d hurriedly changed in front of each other when out on cases. In fact you’d seen all of the team in various states of undress, but you’d not seen him with his top off in about four months. 

He’d changed. Not massively, but his tummy had more definition and tone to it and you could make out the start of a V nearing his hips. His shoulders and arms had more muscle. You’d always thought he’d had nice arms but now they definitely looked like they could do a lot more damage. 

“Trying to impress someone Spencer?” you teased. His cheeks flushed. “OMG, I was joking but you actually are. Who? As your best friend I demand you tell me.”

“It…. It’s n-noone.”  He hardly ever stuttered around you now, he had when you’d first met eighteen months ago but he’d stopped when you’d become closer friends. 

“It’s clearly someone… Tell me!”

“I can’t.”

“Pffft. Lies. All lies. Well you’re looking very sexy Dr Reid, even with the bag wrapped round your leg.”

You actually meant this too. You’d always thought Spencer was attractive with his messy hair and deep brown eyes but you’d become such good friends that you’d pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You teased him all the time and faux flirted, loving watching him get flustered trying to come back with a retort. He rarely managed it, him being fairly awkward around girls. 

“Although Spencer?”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Whoever she is, if she doesn’t like you for you then she’s not worth it. Don’t change yourself just to impress someone else. You’re perfect just as you are.”

He blushed the deepest red you’d seen on him in a long time, muttering out a thanks. 

“Now, let’s get you wet sugar!” you drawled earning a chuckle from him, his awkwardness at your compliment fading. 

He inched into your walk in shower using one hand to steady himself against the tiles, while he tried to get under the spray and not get his leg wet at the same time. Although the cast was covered, you still had to be careful.

It was funny to watch and every few moments he’d wobble, letting out a little screech and you’d reach out your arm to steady him. 

Seeing you laughing he flicked his arm through the spray, water droplets hitting you.

“Hey!”

“Stop laughing then and help me wash my hair. I can’t do it and steady myself at the same time.”

“How exactly am I meant to wash your hair for you? You’re a good seven inches taller than me Reid.”

His brow furrowed thinking, and suddenly you had a brainwave. One that would make this all so much easier. 

“Be right back.” You ran into your kitchen spying one of your bar stools and taking it back into the bathroom with. You reckoned it would just about fit. Motioning him to move out the way you placed the chair in the shower with him. 

“Ta daaaa!! Now sit.”

Pulling off your hoody and your own jeans you stepped into the shower behind him leaving your tee shirt and underwear on. You unhooked the shower head from its holster on the wall, handing it to him hold. 

You grabbed your shampoo from the rack, squirting some onto his messy hair. “Head back Spencer.”

He did as instructed, holding the spray of the shower away from you both and as you ran your fingers through his locks, massaging the shampoo into a lather. 

“I swear you have nicer hair than me Spence. It’s really not fair." 

He laughed and you took the shower head off him, rinsing it through and repeating the same steps with the conditioner.  

His eyes were closed and you swore you heard a light moan coming from him as you massaged his scalp lightly. 

"Done.”

Handing him your body wash and a spare sponge you held the shower head above him, the water sluicing down his back as he washed himself. “Y/N…. Close your eyes please.”

“I’m not looking, feel free to give yourself a good ole scrub down there. Just remember; once is fine, twice is okay, but three times…. And I’m leaving the shower.”

He laughed announcing a few moments later that he was done. You shut off the water, helping him up and moving the chair out. 

“Think you can hobble back and get dressed yourself whilst I have a quick wash?”

He nodded wrapping a towel around his middle, grabbing his crutch and heading out of the room. 

You stripped, quickly shaving your legs and washing your own hair. When you’d finished you dried off, dressing in the same pajamas you’d left in there this morning. 

Spencer was laid out on your bed propped up with your pillows against your headboard. He’d managed to dress himself in a pair of loose pajama pants and a tee shirt, you noticing the wet towel and his pink boxers lying on top of your wash basket. The black bag had gone as well. 

“He hey hey, I said you weren’t having my bed.”

He grinned. “I’m not, just let’s watch TV in here for a bit. It’s more comfy.”

You relented, he was right after all. You chucked him the TV clicker, climbing on to the bed next to him. 

“Thank you by the way.”

“Huh? For?" 

"For um… Letting me stay here and helping me in the shower and stuff. I know it was a bit weird.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re my bestie and you’re hurt. I may take the piss but I genuinely don’t like you being in pain…. Except when it’s caused by me.” You reached out and pinched his arm.  “Oh and Spence, I don’t really find anything weird with you. I feel comfortable when I’m with you. Kinda…. At home?” The last part came out like a question, more because you weren’t sure how else to explain yourself. 

He glanced at you. “Me too Y/N.” He got what you meant. 

He flicked through the channels, settling on some teen movie that had not long started. 

Fifteen minutes in and you were exasperated with the storyline already. 

“For fucks sake, her best friend is clearly the better option and he’s obviously head over heels for her. I can’t stand these types of movies.”

“Why not?” Spencer shot you a sideways look. 

“Just the whole dynamic. If you have feelings for your best friend, then freaking tell them. Or show them somehow.”

“Like how? Maybe he’s shy. What if he’s scared?” Reid’s voice sounded weird. Slightly strangled somehow. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “There’s ways of telling someone without actually saying it. Take her hand whilst you’re out walking or something. If she pulls away, she’s not into you like that and you can just pretend it never happened. No harm done, no awkward conversation.”

He went quiet and you resumed watching the movie. 

Twenty minutes later, you felt his arm twitch on the bed. You turned to look at him, his eyes intently focused on the screen. 

Another few minutes later, the same thing. His hand actually leaving its spot on the bed this time before putting it back down again. 

A full ten minutes later you heard him inhale a deep breath before moving his hand and wrapping it around yours. 

You jumped but didn’t pull away, just staring at your hands for a moment, thoughts running through your head, replaying the conversation you’d not long had. 

Oh… OH. 

This was new.

But not horrible. Definitely not horrible. In fact….. 

You liked it. Like really liked it. 

Spencer went to pull his hand away, obviously scared by your lack of response. 

“No….. Leave it Spence." 

You turned your hand face up so you could interlace your fingers with his, enjoying the warmth and strangely fuzzy feeling it gave you inside your tummy. 

He liked you? Like that?

He liked you. 

And given the butterflies you could feel dive bombing in your stomach, you liked him back.

Well, he was hot. And he knew almost everything about you. 

And you did spend almost all your spare time with him. 

And he was funny, and caring and kind. He was your favourite person in the world. 

You liked him. Why had you never realised?

Huh. 

This was completely unexpected. 

You gave his hand a soft squeeze, raising your eyes to his. His beautiful eyes, looking so nervous and unsure. 

You smiled at him, slightly unsure yourself. 

He returned your grin, releasing the breath he’d been holding and squeezing back. 

Okay. You could work with this. 

You wriggled closer to him, lifting his arm up and placing it around your shoulder before resting your head against his shoulder. You heard a sigh that you could only describe as contentment coming from him. 

Yes, you could definitely work with this. 

And that’s how you fell asleep. 

“Forget" Negan x Reader

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Negan x Reader

Request: Can I make a Negan x reader request? So like where Negan is injured or something and the reader finds him unconscious on the side of the road and takes him to her house to patch him up. When he wakes up Negan has temporarily lost his memory so he stays at the reader’s place. Whilst she takes care of him she falls in love with him, but is terrified that he doesn’t feel the same and will just leave her when he gets his memory back. Thank you!!!

Warnings: Language. Blood. Mentions of death. Alcohol usage. Implied smut. Some inappropriate conversations/talk of sex. Fluff

Originally posted by fallenhuntersx


“Fuck!” You hear a voice yell from a distance. There are a few other male voices that follow, but they are incoherent.

You stop in your tracks, cocking your head in the direction of the yelling. Part of you begins to feel worried- the yelling was going to attract walkers, and the last thing you needed was to fight a herd of walkers alone. You’re out hunting a mile away from your house, and you don’t have enough bows with you to take on very many.

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What to do after a car accident

Short story time: At the beginning of May, I was hit while driving by another car that decided red lights don’t mean stop (what a bitch). Three years prior I hit a car that I’m pretty sure came the fuck out of nowhere (‘funny note’—I can’t remember a lot from that accident). And I have been in the car as a passenger during a couple negligible rear-ending incidents (one which happened days after my first big accident and caused me to have a panic attack).

So what do you do in the aftermath of a car accident?

FIRST—Check on YOU: You read it in airplane emergency brochures—help yourself before assisting your fellow passengers. The same thing goes for car accidents. Make sure that you’re okay before helping everyone else. Here’s what I do: check for major bleeding, wiggle toes, fingers, roll neck gently, feel body for debris. You can do this pretty damn quickly. But you’re no fucking use to anyone if you’re injured and bleeding and trying to help other passengers. Why? Because you’ll only hurt yourself further, and may injure the other person, as well.

Check on other passengers. Were you driving with other people in the car? Or are you another passenger being driven by someone else? Look around the vehicle and audibly ask if each person is okay. If anyone’s injured badly, take note, because you’ll need to describe this to the emergency operator.

Turn off the vehicle (if possible). Whenever your car is hit, especially if it’s hit near the engine or gas tank, turn the car off. The last thing you want is a fucking giant ball of fire on the side of the road. Also, turning off the car can make you feel like you’re doing something normal(ish), which might help keep your noggin calm.

Exit the car (if possible). Sometimes you can’t exit the car the normal way. You might have to crawl through a window, or crawl around the car to exit through a door that’s working. My first accident was a T-bone that resulted in my door being slammed in. The electric doors in the car were fucked up already, so my only way out was to have the responding officer rip the door off (the look on his face as he tried to open the other doors was fucking hilarious, though).

Do you need police/fire/ambulance? Then…

Call emergency services. The operator will ask you your location. Try to name off a nearby intersection, mile marker, or landmark—this can help first responders locate you more quickly. It pays to know where the fuck you are. Describe your car. Name the number of people and their injuries, if you can. Say how many cars were involved.

While you’re waiting, if you can, grab any personal belongings from your car (purse, backpack, etc.). In case your car is towed, you might lose access to these things. If your phone is working, take pictures of the scene. This can help later with insurance stuffs, or if it’s needed as court evidence. Or you can even use them to create a scrapbook memorial page mourning the loss of your first car. Also, call any important people who should know that you were in a bad accident: parents, spouse, lover, friends, boss, etc.

Is it a minor dent/scratch and no one’s hurt? Then…

Call the police anyway. Why? Because as good as some people can be, some will do anything to avoid taking fault for an accident. This can come back to bite you in the ass when you’re trying to get reimbursed by the other persons’ insurance company for any work your car needs. So why do I need a cop? Because they can be a third party witness who can assign a ticket to the faulted party, collect insurance information, and describe the details of your car.

If you really don’t want to call the cops…get the other person’s insurance. Take a picture of your car and their car. Shit, take a picture of their insurance card. Don’t let them get away by just giving you their first name and a phone number—you’ll never hear from them again. Be assertive about getting it, and if they’re hesitant or violent, CALL THE COPS.

Important things to note: Don’t forget to call your insurance company and let them know about the accident! Write down the number of the agent who you’ll be talking to. Get the cop’s name and badge number, the police report number, towing company, the names of everyone involved. Your insurance company will ask you to give your statement. Before telling them, write everything down so you know what to say and so you can make sure you didn’t forget to mention anything.

Miscellaneous tips:

Try to stay as calm as possible, at least when you’re on the phone. It’s really hard for emergency responders to get information out of someone who’s crying.

Bring a bag or box with you to get the stuff out of your car, if it’s been towed. If you had stuff in boxes in your trunk, they may have been busted during the accident, so you’ll be happy you brought a bag.

Don’t text and drive! Seriously! If you kill someone because you decided texting was more important than paying attention to the road, I hate you and hope you rot (fuck you, fuck you, fuck you). Same thing with cell phone calls! The person on the other end of the line doesn’t know if they’re distracting you, and not having two hands on the wheel can lead to some gnarly accidents (especially in bad weather). Bluetooth headsets are super-cheap nowadays, and a lot of states (like Illinois!) are making hands-free laws (IE, you need to use a bluetooth device while driving or else it’s a pricy ticket).

Even if you end up not going to the hospital, see your doctor the next day. Let them know you were in a car accident. Sometimes your body takes a while to tell you that you have an injury. Also, sometimes what you think is nothing can lead to major neck/back/brain problems later, so this can save you in the long run.

Also, BIG TIP: If you’re the car who hit someone, never say “I’m sorry.” That is considered an admission of guilt and is ultimately what got me charged as being Car 1 (car at-fault) in my first accident. Even though both I and the other car were technically at fault, the responding officer chose me (poo).

Stay safe, pay attention to the road, and wear your seatbelts!
-The Sudden Adult

PS. It’s totally OKAY to cry and freak out a bunch after an accident. I can only manage to remain calm enough to call 911 and talk to the police, but when I call my parents I cry a bunch. Luckily my mom is fluent in The Sudden Adult’s Tear-Filled Rambling and can decipher that I want my dad there to talk ‘police’ with the police (plus he’s a big fat guy, so hugging him’s like hugging a giant mustachioed grizzly).

anonymous asked:

Since we're already on the topic of Lucien and Damien, maybe we can get a lil bit of angst? :0 Maybe Lucien gets seriously hurt and Damien freaks out... There isn't really much content like this for them and I'm curious about how it would go haha Thank you!

So it was probably a mistake to let an eighth grader try and drive his car.

Lucien reflects on the bet they made a few hours ago that Ernest somehow actually won, and his excitement at being able to try driving. Lucien had accompanied him in the passenger seat to teach him, but it didn’t help much.

In the end they’re still left with a totaled car and Lucien in the hospital, leg broken and the rest of him pretty banged up as well.

If it were anything else, like an arm or rib he broke, Lucien would be up and leaving as soon as he could. There’s no way he can stay here, he doesn’t want to, not when he knows the hospital has already called his father and at any moment–

Lucien!”

He clenches his eyes shut and grits his teeth, waiting for the inevitable scolding to come. His dad is more of a pushover than others, but even he wouldn’t excuse this. “Look, dad, it–”

The wind is knocked out of him before he can finish speaking as Damien crowds around his bed, pulling Lucien by his shoulders into his chest. His hands are still gentle, afraid to harm him, and cradle the back of his head with one while the other smooths up and down his back. Despite his age, it is still… comforting, admittedly.

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{Reaction} EXO using their powers around you for the first time.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used. 

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by exo-daydreams

Chanyeol didn’t mean to show you his power, it slipped out, causing you both shock. You had been on a camping trip out on the coastline on a beautiful beach. But as the sun went down, the air began to turn cold, and Chanyeol panicked as he saw you visibly shaking.

Chanyeol: “Aish {y/n}. You’re cold as ice”

{y/n}: “I’m alright, really.”

Chanyeol: *sets the wooden logs aflame before your eyes*

His eyes suddenly widened in realization, looking at your that mirrored the expression he pulled. He chuckled sheepishly as he started to manipulate the flame he had made to turn into love heart shapes to turn the situation more romantic to ease your shock.

Chanyeol: “So… I’m guessing this is a good time to tell you I have the ability of fire?”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by missdyoo

Unlike Chanyeol, the use of Kyungsoo’s power had been completely intentional. The two of you had been arguing about a guy you had been seeing. Kyungsoo was pissed off. The only reason you liked this guy was only because of the love he gave you in the bedroom.

Kyungsoo: “That’s a stupid reason to like him! If you dated me, I’d give you the best of both love and lust. You know, like a real relationship” He spoke suddenly in a burst of anger, only realising he had confessed his feelings after he said those words, and watches as your cheeks burned with redness.

{y/n}: “Y-you like me?”

Kyungsoo nodded. He had nothing to lose now he had confessed everything he had been hiding. He pushed you back onto the bed, using all his strength to keep you underneath him.

Kyungsoo: “So you like a man with dominance, huh? I can give you that sweetheart.”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Baekhyun had used his power for the greater good {almost} to win over your heart. He had purposefully taken you out on a date in the evening, knowing your fear of darkness.

{y/n}: “Baekhyun, I don’t like the dark. We should just go back-”

Baekhyun: *Creates a ball of light in one hand while he uses his other arm to pull you close* “Don’t worry my beautiful Jagiya, I’ll protect you.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by kai-tastrophe

Sehun is one of the smarter members in this aspect. He wouldn’t use his power unless he knew it was completely safe to and that it would go unnoticed, he’d just pull a few simple tricks here and there. But the first time he used it around you made him the happiest.

The two of you had been walking on a mountainside and you had decided to climb up on a tall rock. Sehun manipulated a gust of wind, hitting you square in the back which was enough to make you trip and fall. But of course, Sehun was there to catch you.

Sehun: “don’t be reckless Jagi, honestly”

{y/n}: “but the wind! It-”

Sehun: *smirking* “yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses.” *places a kiss on your lips with you still in his arms*


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

You and Yixing has been walking home one evening after a date when you came across an injured hedgehog on the side of the road. You knelt down, looking at Yixing and asking him if you should ring a vet.

Yixing: “There’s nothing they can do… But I might be able to.” *kneels down next to you and uses his healing power*

{y/n}: “That’s incredible…”

Needless to say, the hedgehog became your first pet.


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

You and Minseok were out on a cold wintery day where the air was ice cold and the ground was scattered with soft snow. The two of you held hands, trying to keep each other warm. But the cold wasn’t too much of an issue, the happiness of the moment made up for it.

{y/n}: “it would be really cool if we could go ice skating right now.”

Minseok: “why wait, let’s do it right now” *freezes over a nearby pond and pulls you towards it, smirking* “Don’t worry if you get cold right now, I’ll warm you up later.”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by daenso

Jongdae had attempted to use his power of lightening discreetly while you were over at his apartment. He had caused a lightning and thunderstorm outside, only to find out you had a phobia of lightning.

{y/n}: “Aish… I feel so stupid. It’s just scared me ever since I was a child.”

Jongdae: *happier you feel this way because now he gets to cuddle and comfort you.* “Its okay Jagiya, I’ll look after you.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by babypandaztao

Tao is clever about the use of his ability, not just around you, but in general. Time manipulation can be a very dangerous thing, which is why he is so careful about using it. Except one time, his blood boiling and his knuckles going white from clenching his fists too hard, time stopped around him. He looked over at a frozen in time {y/n} and a producer on set she was flirting with.

Tao walked over, his touch unfreezing her.

{y/n}: “what’s happening… Why is everyone stopped?”

Tao: *kisses you against the lips roughly before pulling away, leaving you breathless.* “You’re mine, Jagi.” He grabbed her hand as he unfroze time and dragged her to the closest private room to give her a lesson or two on why she should never let him get jealous*


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by parkchny

Suho admitted his powers to you from the first day, but never actually showed his ability to you until you pestered him enough to force him into it.

{y/n}: “I’ll only believe it if I see it, Jagi.”

Suho: *opens up his later bottle and starts manipulating shapes, doesn’t stop for ages because he loves the fascinated look on your expression* “Maybe you’re right, I should have shown you this sooner.”


Luhan

Originally posted by moncide

It was his turn to do the dishes, but as you walked through the front door an hour earlier than you usually would since you were let off work early you got to experience why Luhan was so good at doing all his chores on time.

Pots and pans were being cleaned almost by magic as objects moved on their own.

Suddenly, they dropped, and you turned to see a mouth gaping open on Luhan’s expression.

Luhan: “I uh- I can explain”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kairamelo

Kai grinned as the two of you sat on the sofa in your apartment, you were talking about how you wished you could go to Norway to see the northern lights as it had been your dream since you were a child.

Kai: “Go and get ready then?”

{y/n}: “Get ready? why?”

Kai: “I’m going to take you.”


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by qrishan


The first time Kris used his power in front of you was when he was painting the new living room. He levitated up the the ceiling and painted with the aid of his ability, not even phased when you walked in looking at him as if he had grown two more heads.

{y/n}: “Kris… What are you… Doing?”

Kris: “I can fly, {y/n} remember?

{y/n}: “I see… Well I’m just going to sort stuff out upstairs.”

Kris: “Okay Jagi, just be careful going up that flight of stairs” *thinks he’s funny*

LEBANON. July 2006.

Abbas, a chubby young boy, sat on the side of a narrow village road, held his injured mother’s hand and wept. “Don’t leave me, mother, don’t go, don’t go.” “Take care of your brothers and sisters,“ the mother moaned softly, as her eyes closed leaving two white slits. A piece of shrapnel had cut into her chest and almost severed her right arm. Blood stained mother and child.

Abbas, his mother, brother, aunts and a grandmother, 18 in total, were cramped inside a small white minivan, fleeing their village in south Lebanon when an Israeli rocket pierced the roof of the car. Now the survivors were scattered on the road or in the shadow of a building crying, while inside the van lay the headless corpse of an uncle, a dead grandmother and a neighbor.

“Why are you leaving me,” Abbas started yelling at his mother, as her arm fell on the ground. He buried his face in his hands and wept. His brother, 12-year old Ali, stood on the other side of the mother, his hand bandaged and eyes staring into the horizon, as the Lebanese Red Cross started helping the survivors.

Photograph: Ghaith Abdul-Ahad/Getty Images

anonymous asked:

Yo! I was wondering, how would the guys react to the soulmate au where the world is in black and white until they encounter their soulmate? No rush keep on keeping on friend.

It’s a day later than I was hoping to get this written, but it’s here! Part 2 is finished and includes Reinhardt, Zenyatta, Junkrat, Roadhog, and Lucio!

Part 1 is here 


Reinhardt

- Reinhardt has wondered all his life who is soulmate is

- He looked for you wherever he went, but he never let his search consume his entire life like some people he knew did. He hoped that if you were soulmates then you were of the same mindset

- But if never stopped him from having dreams about meeting you. When he slept you met a thousand different ways but when he woke up he could never remember your face

- He found himself fighting in the Omnic Crisis, watching as soldier after soldier died. The Overwatch Strike Team helped, but Reinhardt’s shield could only stop so many bullets

- He started wondering if you’d know if something happened to you. Some people who hadn’t found their soulmate had reported getting a terrible feeling and knowing that their soulmate had died, but no one knows if it’s fact or not

- The Omnic Crisis ended and he never had that terrible feeling, but he never found you either

- A few years passed and the UN made a new Overwatch, and Jack might have been official face for it, but it was Rein who was the true face of Overwatch. Rein is the one who would go and visit kids in the hospital

- He tends to make these hospital trips in different places around the world after missions. After one such mission and hospital visit he was walking back to the hotel where the team was staying for the night when he heard a noise in a nearby alley

- He goes to investigate and fights some local teens beating up an omnic

- Reinhardt might have fought in the Omnic Crisis but the war is over and he protects everybody now. Have you seen how tall the guy is? You don’t want to fight someone that big especially when you know that he could kick your ass one handed. The teens run before he has to say more than a warning

- He goes over to the omnic “Are you already? Is there any way I can help you?” They ask him to help them up and he does. He offers to escort them wherever they need to go and and they accept

- It’s only after the two of them walk out of the dark alley does he notice that the world is now in color

- He stops, realizing what just happened and turns to the omnic a smile already appearing on his face

- You’re already looking up at him “You just realized? I thought that’s why you offered to escort me”

- He doesn’t know what to say, he’s so happy to finally find you. You’re a little worried that he might be opposed to having an omnic soulmate since he fought in the Crisis, but he doesn’t care

- He calls up Morrison the tell him that he’s taking a few personal days to get to know his soulmate

- The media goes crazy when they find out that one of the original Overwatch members has an omnic soulmate but neither of you care what the press thinks. Everyone in your life accepts Rein and everyone in his accepts you, and most importantly you accept each other

Zenyatta

- One of the first questions the omnic monks thought of when they were struggling with the question of if they’re just machines or have a soul was the question of soulmates. Do they have them? If they did that would prove they have a soul but if they don’t that doesn’t prove that they don’t have souls

- But it’s a question the struggle with for a long time, even after they come to the conclusion that they do have souls

- Zenyatta struggles in particular because out of all the monks he has some of the closest contact with humans through Genji and other humans he interacts with.

- He doesn’t know how it would work, he and all other omnics are build with the ability to see the all the colors that humans do after they’ve found their soulmate, and some can see other parts of the light spectrum (Zen can see about ⅕ of the UV light spectrum). And yet some omnics say they have found their soulmate, sometimes another omnic and sometimes a human, but he has heard no word of how they know when they can already can see colors

- Eventually he joins Overwatch because they’re trying to help the world, human and omnic alike. He meets Genji’s soulmate (and the two get along fabulously, Genji almost regents introducing them)

- He’s only been on a few missions when they head to a town that was known for its excellent human/omnic relations. Not anymore, the town is half burst down by an anti-omnic group and there are wounded everywhere

- Zen and Mercy immediately start working on the wounded while Tracer, Genji, and the others make sure that the last members of the gang have gone

- He’s helping one of the injured, they have a hole in their thigh that won’t stop bleeding, when he takes their hand to comfort him while his orb of harmony does it’s work

- The moment he takes their hand he notices a shift in his vision

- The colors look the same as before, except that they don’t. They seem richer and brighter, more pure. He does a quick diagnosis on his visual sensors to see why the change has happened, but they are working the same as they always have

- He glances down at you, and you’re smiling up at him. He knows that smile, he’s seen it a dozen times when other people have found their… their soulmate. He thinks the word and can hardly believe it, he wasn’t even sure he had a soulmate but now you’re right in front of him

- “Hello” you say. You’re not sure what else you can say. You’ve heard stories of omnics and humans who have rejected their soulmate simply because they were an omnic or a human. You’ve not one of those, but you don’t know about this omnic holding your hand

- “Hello” he says back, still holding your hand. The pain in your leg is subsiding, thanks to the little floating ball. “I am Zenyatta. I’m very pleased to meet you”

- Your smile deepens “I’m very pleased to meet you as well, Zenyatta. I’m (name)”

- He keeps helping the other injured, and with your own wound healed you help where you can. After the chaos you find a quiet spot to talk. You end up going back with him to overwatch, you’ve been waiting to long to find your soulmate and you’re not about to let him out of your sight so soon after meeting him. Likewise, he doesn’t want to be far from you, he spent too long wondering if you even existed to leave you behind

Junkrat

- Jamison had only ever known life in the irradiated Outback

- He’s probably heard about soulmates but he doesn’t give his much thought. He’s got other things to think of, like his bombs and how to stay alive in the harsh landscape he lives in

- So the day a heist gets a little complicated and he gets tackled by a cop and the world suddenly bursts into color he doesn’t put the pieces together right away

- He doesn’t know the that you’re equally startled. But you both launch yourself away from each other, and he takes the opportunity to run

- He doesn’t realize what it means until he asks Roadhog, thinking it might be some kind of chemical weapon that’s making him hallucinate

- But Mako recognizes what Jamie is describing, and tells him that he just met his soulmate

- “You must be kidding, mate. It was a cop”

- Mako tells him that fate is funny like that and tends to choose the least likely person

- But from what he saw before the Omnic crisis, he never saw fate choose wrong

- Junkrat isn’t sure what to do with the information that his soulmate is a cop whose job is to arrest him

- Meanwhile, you’re not sure what to do either. Your soulmate is a wanted criminal and you’ve sworn an oath to uphold the law. You tell your superiors that the reason he got away after you tackled him was because he managed to land a blow to your head. Not a blow hard enough to injure you, just enough to make you let go. You’re not sure why you lied to them

- The Australian government has had enough of Junkrat and Roadhog and you’re still part of the team tasked with taking them down

- A couple weeks later your team catches up with them again. It’s just you and him in the alley behind the bank and you have your gun leveled at him. You could arrest him right now. It would mean the admiration of your peers, a promotion at work, and a pay raise to go along with it if you would just arrest him

- Instead you lower your gun and tell him that if he and Roadhog take the road heading east out of town they’lll meet with the least resistance. Before he leaves you ask him to punch you so you don’t make your superiors suspicious of letting him get away twice in a row

- The next thing you know you’re waking up with an EMT leaning over you checking to see if you’re seriously injured

- You also have a note in your coat pocket telling you to be under an abandoned railroad bridge on the opposite side of town in three days. There’s only one person it could be from

- You know it’s probably a bad idea but you go anyways. You can’t find it in yourself to give up on your soulmate without even properly meeting him

- He’s not what you had imagined. For one thing, he can hardly stand still and he’s so obviously nervous to meet you that you can’t help but smile. It only takes you a few minutes to realize that you’re already ready to do anything to protect him and the two of you start plotting

- You don’t leave the police yet, first you spend a couple months secretly sabotaging the investigation and destroying months of work

- Then you join him and Mako when they leave Australia and head to the mainland. It’s not the life you pictured for yourself, but neither is he and you wouldn’t trade your soulmate for anybody

Roadhog

- Mako found his soulmate when he was fairly young. He married them and they planned on starting a family

- But the Omnic Crisis happened and afterwards the Australian government gave part the Outback that contained to omnium to the omnics in the hope of fostering peace

- This included the part where Mako and his spouse lived. So Mako joined the Australian Liberation Front which ultimately resulted in the explosion that irradiated the Outback

- Mako’s spouse died in the resulting chaos and over time he adopted the Roadhog persona and left Mako behind

- He eventually started working for Junkrat and the two started their crime spree

- A couple of years later the two of them were walking through the wilderness when they came upon a small farmhouse outside a nearby town. The farmhouse had a well outside, which you were standing next too

- ”Well, well, well. If it isn’t the infamous Junkrat and Roadhog”  you say. They’re both immediately on alert because you recognize them and that usually means trouble

-Then you offer them some water and dinner and a place to stay the night

- It’s Junkrat who asks why you’d do such a thing

- “I heard about what you did to those ************************************ corporation goons in the city. Anyone who sticks it to the city folk is alright in my book”

- After hearing the very rude way you spoke of the ‘suits’ they decide that maybe you’re being serious, so they decide to take you up on the offer of dinner, but they don’t plan on spending the night. They’re not willing to take that risk

- It’s a simple fare you offer them, but it’s better than they’ve had in awhile (neither are very good cooks)

- After dinner Roadhog remembers what manners are and helps you taking the plates to kitchen. Your hands brush and it’s not a sudden burst of color, but more like they slowing got turned back on, more like the sun rising than a light switch being flipped

- But it still only takes a few seconds before you both are seeing in full color

- “Well this is a surprise” you say. “Didn’t think I’d ever be getting a second one”

- “Me either” is all he says

- You keep doing washing the dishes and he takes them to dry, the feeling of doing something so domestic feeling very foreign to him

- They end up staying the night. You offer to share your bed with Roadhog, and he accepts although nothing happens. It’s a stretch for both of you to be this close, you both have old wounds, and it would only hurt your chances at making this work if you did something on impulse

- He and Jamie stay for another day before on. You tell them to not be strangers and that they’re always welcome

- It only takes a month before they’re back on your doorstep. This time you and Mako talk about it (you even learn his real name). You still proceed with the relationship slowly, and you build trust over time. He shows up every month or two, sometimes with Jamie sometimes without, but he always comes.

- he doesn’t admit but it’s really nice to have a place to always head back to, a place that feels like home. Neither of you think of the other as a replacement for your lost soulmate, but what you have is good and you’ll both take it for as long as you can

Lucio

- Lucio loves his mother very much but he sometimes wished that she’d stop trying to find his soulmate for him okay he wished it most of the time

- Most of the people she tried were mostly interested in trying because he was famous. Not all of them of course. Some were simply people trying to to find theirs and figured they might as well if he was it. But he never was and they both always walked away disappointed even if they hadn’t thought it likely that he was their soulmate

- But he keeps trying anyways because a) he can’t say no to his mother and b) she might just find them and he’d hate to miss them because he was being stubborn

- So when she calls him up and asks if he can make if for dinner the next night, he knows what’s coming but he says yes anyways

- When you meets you you refuse to shake his hand. “It’s nothing personal but I’m trying to get my mother to stop trying to find my soulmate for me”

- “I know how you feel”

- But since there aren’t many people at the dinner the two of you end up talking. Turns out you get along really well

- Dinner ends when Vishkar agents try and arrest Lucio but the two of you fight them off

- And once he realizes that you’re a really good fighter and that he thinks the two of you would actually be good friends he asks if you’d be interesting in joining his security team

- Actually, you’d be the security team. He hasn’t wanted to get one but he is famous and Vishkar is trying harder and harder to catch him, and if he has to get one it might as well be someone who he gets along with

- You accept

- It takes two months before you actually have physical contact. You punched a bounty hunter that was about to taze Lucio and he hugged you

- The world suddenly got a lot brighter

- You looked at each other, both your eyes wide. But try as you might you found you couldn’t actually mind having him for your soulmate, you were actually really glad he was. You were glad that your soulmate was also -literally- your best friend

- Judging from the smile on Lucio’s face he felt the same way

- “our parents are never going to let us live this down”

Awake

Previously

5: Glasgow to London

St. Mary’s Hospital, Paddington station. St. Mary’s Hospital, Paddington station. St. Mary’s Hospital, Paddington station.

Jamie repeated this information over and over again, even though he had committed it to memory ever since he had found it. The train clacked along the rails, the panorama whizzing by. Time seemed to move strangely; sometimes in great dollops where 40 minutes had passed without his noticing, and then it slowed down unbearably until he feared he’d never make it to London.

What was he doing on a train to London, anyway? He had told Laoghaire a half-truth: he was scoping out London bookshops for fresh ideas, a meeting with a supplier, merchandise to stock, a trip round Daunt, Hatchard’s and Waterstone’s.

What she didn’t need to know was that he had found Claire. Her name had popped up almost immediately as part of their consultant directory. Seeing her (not quite in the flesh, but a very real picture of a very real person) sent Jamie into a tailspin. Her face was just like he had dreamed.

The matter of why she was in his dreams persisted. He must have seen her somewhere before – perhaps she had a vacation home in Scotland, or she would turn out to be an old family friend.

The call for Paddington station roused him from his thoughts, and he tossed his bag over his shoulder. A couple of days, he had told Laoghaire. I’ll call you, he had said. He felt somewhat guilty, but told himself it was not cheating. He just wanted to see her, maybe talk to her, establish that connection… no more.

Jamie walked out into bright sunshine and followed the signs to the hospital. He walked under an archway bearing the hospital’s name, then wondered where he could find Claire. Did he actually expect to see her right off, like she was waiting for him? What if it was her day off, or she was away on a holiday and this trip had been for nothing?

He almost turned around. He almost went back to Paddington to buy his return ticket home. He almost missed the entrance to the A&E department, but the doors opened for him automatically with a soft hiss. Jamie paused, and went inside.

There was a reception area, staffed with nurses, and chairs for waiting patients. He stood there, recognizing the place from a previous dream.

“Can I help you, sir?” A kind-looking elderly lady addressed him with a smile. Her name tag read Gillian Duncan. “Are you looking for a patient?”

“Ah, um… I was wondering if Dr. Randall was here. Dr. Claire Randall. Um, yes.” He sounded like an idiot to his own ears, but hoped he didn’t look much like one.

“She is on duty, sir. Is it a consult? Would you like me to page her?” The woman was halfway back to the nurses’ station and reaching for the phone when Jamie reached out to stop her.

“No, no, please. Dinna bother. It’s – it’s nothing serious. I’ll speak to her later.” He backed out of the A&E as Gillian Duncan stared after him, concern etched on her lined face. He couldn’t guess whether the concern was for him or Claire.

Jamie rounded the corner again, leaning against the brick wall. She was tangible. She worked at this hospital. Somewhere behind that wall at his back, Claire walked, breathed, doctored.

What could he say to her that didn’t sound crazy or stupid? Oh excuse me, lass, but I’ve been dreaming about you for months. That would have her ringing for the police right quick. Jamie pushed off the wall and meandered aimlessly away from the hospital. Thoughts of Paddington circled again, but he dismissed them. He had come this far already.

He found a place called Lena’s Café relatively closed and commandeered a table for the better part of the afternoon. He downed cup after cup of coffee that only made him more jittery and nervous, but not brave enough to go find Claire.

At around six he settled up and left the café, bag in hand. He was unsure of where to go. Perhaps he had to admit defeat and just accept that she existed; he in Glasgow, she in London, separated by miles and time and the impossibility of dreams.

Then Claire turned the street corner.

Jamie held his breath as she walked down the opposite sidewalk, a scarf tied loosely around her neck, and a beige-gray coat fitted snugly on her shoulders. Her eyes were downcast, focused solely on the road before her. But the wild curls of her hair fluttered loose in the wind, maddening with the urge to plunge his hands into them and twist them between his fingers. The scent of her hair would permeate his skin and he would know her his.

There was a bruise on her temple.

It stood out in livid contrast with her creamy skin. She made no effort to conceal it with makeup, but there was something about the way she walked, holding her side carefully, that made Jamie think she was injured.

“That motherfucking bastard,” Jamie growled under his breath. He started towards her, then realized several things. One, he felt and probably looked angry enough to startle and upset her. Two, Claire was actually there, in the flesh, and three, how could he just approach her?

He hoped she wasn’t going home, back to that arsehole boyfriend/husband of hers. Come to think of it, she wasn’t wearing a ring, he noticed, observing her carefully. Her shoulders hunched, and she sped up, down the street towards the tube station.

Jamie stepped into the street and was almost sideswiped by an irate cyclist, who gave him the finger and an “Oi! Watch it, mate!” while his heart pounded crazily.

He looked again, and she was gone.

* * *

The Prince Edward pub served a mean steak and ale pie. Jamie ate despondently, sipping from a pint occasionally. He had time to catch a late train home after dinner, and sleep all day tomorrow.

The pub wasn’t terribly busy for a weeknight. Every time the door opened, he looked up and something in his heart squeezed, irrationally hoping that Claire might walk in. His phone rang in his jacket pocket, startling him briefly. He checked the screen – Laoghaire. Swallowing hard, he answered. “Hey.”

Jamie could hear background noise, talking and laughing. A pounding musical beat came through the speaker, telling him Laoghaire was probably at work. He pulled the phone away from his ear, and still noise poured out. “Laoghaire?”

Nothing from her end. Perhaps she had dialed by accident. Shaking his head, Jamie was about to end the call when he heard her laugh and say his name.

“… not home.” Her very identifiable girlish giggle. Pause. Noise. “He’s in London tonight. Come over to my place.” A man’s voice replying in the affirmative and a few choice crude phrases.  That was when he pressed End Call.

Pushing his chair back with a groan, he tossed a few quid on the table and stumbled out. The night air had an icy edge to it, cutting through his mental fog for the first time in hours. Jamie had come to London in search of another woman, and Laoghaire had taken advantage of his absence to flirt and bed another man. Clearly, they were ill-suited for each other and the sooner he could end it, the better.

Still staring at his phone, he shook his head and pocketed it again. He stepped off the curb and did not see the cab coming. Dimly he heard the screech of tires and immediately after that he felt blinding pain everywhere as his legs failed under him, he struck the asphalt sideways, and his head cracked on the street.

The last thing he saw was Claire’s face.

anonymous asked:

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now." Hunk and sick or injured Lance?

BLESS YOU

this gets…..a tiny bit gruesome. it isn’t graphic, but there is a very brief description of a compound fracture and vomit. 


When his phone starts ringing and Lance’s picture fills the screen, Hunk thinks it’s probably because he’s picking up takeout and wants to know if Hunk would prefer egg rolls or fried rice, or something along those lines. It’s getting late and Lance hasn’t gotten in touch with him since this morning before classes, and even though he figured his roommate had probably been at Keith’s, he’d been getting a little worried that Lance hadn’t so much as texted to let him know when he’d be home. 

Hunk perks up a little and sets aside his textbook and pencil. “Hang on a second, Pidge. Lance is calling.”

In the Skype window on his laptop monitor, Pidge throws their head back and groans. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna ditch me for Lance. We still have four problems left.”

“I think he just wants my takeout order. It won’t take long, just wait for a minute.”

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anonymous asked:

11 with peter parker & reader

“Peter, that isn’t a valid reason for risking your life!” Your tone was angry and bitter as you knealed before Peter with a first aid kit by your side. 

 Peter winced, sighing to himself as he sat injured on your bed, his skin burning as you dabbed a small piece of gauze over his cuts. “Y/N, you don’t understand. It’s my job-” 

 You startled Peter when you suddenly stood up from your carpeted floor, his ribs creaking and a groan echoing from his lips as he looked up at you. “No, Peter! Your job is to help old ladies cross the road or stop people from robbing a bank, not chasing after a mass criminal who could fairly well get you killed!” 

Peter watched as a stress line invaded the space between your eyebrows, and he looked down at his lap in shame. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to worry you.”

“I know, Pete.” You closed your eyes, your face burning and lips beginning to quiver. “I just… it’s so hard to stop worrying when I know that you’re in danger and there’s nothing I can do to help. I’m here, studying while you’re out there, risking your life for this city. I just get scared, and I didn’t mean to get loud with you.” 

Peter watched carefully as you opened your eyes again, and before you could say anything else, he was removing his suit from his body and standing up from the bed. You rose your eyebrows in his direction, wondering what he was doing as he slowly hopped his way over to your dresser. 

“I still have clothes here, right?” He asked, searching through your first drawer, where he knew you put all of the clothes that he left at your apartment. 

“Yeah, under my yoga pants right there.” You pointed to your black yoga pants that were on top of the last pair of clothes he left there. 

Soon, Peter was changing out of his Spiderman suit and into his regular clothes, and you watched as he finally turned toward you with a grim expression on his face.

“Can we leave?” He said, his eyes pleading with yours to say yes. 

You groaned loudly, nodding your head. “Where would we go, Peter?” 

He looked down at the floor and bit his lip in thought. “I know a place, but I need my webs.” He reached into his bag, and grabbed his spare webs, watching as you eyed him skeptically. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.” He said before grabbing your elbow and dragging you out the door of your apartment. 

“Are you sure you should swing around the city like that, Pete?” You asked, raising a brow and motioning to his ribs. 

Peter nodded, walking into the elevator with you. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” 

“Peter, from what I saw with that big bruise on your ribcage, you at least have two broken ribs. You shouldn’t even be walking right now.” 

Peter sighed, running a hand through his brown curls and looking down at you with a stern expression. “Y/N, I’ll be fine.” He bit, turning away from you. 

A sudden dry scoff escaped your lips, and Peter looked over at you in questioning. 

Suddenly, before you could speak your mind towards Peter, the elevator began to screech, shaking underneath your feet. Immediately, Peter pulled you against his chest, ready to move somehow in case something were to happen. 

The elevator screeched to a sudden hard stop, and you and Peter were sent falling against the wall, Peter groaning by the pain in his ribs. 

“Shit.” You spat, standing up to abruptly pace in front of Peter. “This elevator has never been good, we should have taken the stairs. Now we’re stuck here until we can get some help.” 

Peter rose a brow at your statement and carefully rose from the ground, motioning to his wrists. “Did you forget about my special abilities?” He asked. 

You looked over to him only to send him a dirty look, and turned your back to him. “You’re hurt, Peter. You can’t get us out of here right now, let’s get profession help please.” 

Peter widened his eyes in shock, his blood suddenly boiling as he watched you take out your phone. 

Scaring you, he snatched the phone from your hand, a glare taking over his features. “I am professional help, Y/N, and I would love it if you would stop questioning what I can do.” 

You gulped and sighed, just now realizing what you had said. “Peter, I didn’t mean it like that.” 

Peter shook his head, closing his eyes and taking a slow breath, his ribs still moaning in pain. “I just want you to trust me. Please, can you do that?” 

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso softly, and placing your head against his chest. “Of course I can, Pete. I trust you more than most people, and I don’t wanna fight.” 

Peter pulled you closer to him, planting a soft kiss into your hair. “I don’t like fighting with you.” 

It was quiet for a few moments until your voice ripped through the silence, causing Peter to laugh and groan all at once. 

“Now, can you get us out of here, please?” 

You smiled when you heard him laugh, but stopped when he moaned in pain, immediately pulling away from him. 

“Are you okay?” Slowly, 

Peter looked around, trying to find a way to get out of the elevator. He began to unzip his hoodie, the Spiderman symbol being revealed. 

You smiled. 

He was your very own hero, and you couldn’t be any more grateful. 

(Loki x reader) Amnesia

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Request: Hello! Could I request a reader x Loki? Like where Loki has had an accident and the reader finds him unconscious on the roadside during a storm so she takes him to her place to patch him up. He has temporarily lost his memory and they fall in love while she cares for him but when he gets his memory back, she is scared that he’ll leave her behind. Thank you so much!!

A/N: I have so many requests at the moment! Thank you! But I also have a lot of school work so I promise I will get to them asap. I hope you like it!

Warning: none

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The heavy rain hit the windshield of your car so hard you thought the window was going to shatter. You hated having to drive home after working late at night because you could barely see anything on the dark and twisted road in front of you. It took you at least forty-five minutes to get home from the city, but tonight it took you longer considering you had to drive slower.  

You were almost home and sighed as you continued to drive slowly, feeling like you would never make it home. Suddenly, you thought you saw something on the side of the road thanks to the quick flash of your headlights.

You reversed slowly considering nobody drove down that road at night to see what was on the side of the road. You saw a body lying face up in the grass. Because of the rain you could barely see anything but you noticed that he had shoulder-length ebony black hair, pale skin, and there was blood running down his forehead. You hesitated for a second, trying to figure out what to do. You quickly drove forward and parked on the side of the road just in front of the man. You grabbed your torch out of your glove compartment and got out of the car, running towards where he was, shielding yourself from the rain with your arms.

You couldn’t take him to the hospital, it was too far away and you couldn’t call an ambulance because there was no cell service for the majority of the highway. You were a nurse though, and going back to your place and taking care of him yourself might have been the only option right now.

You took off your jacket and covered yourself and the man with it so you could see him and identify him properly. You shone the torch at him and checked his pulse. He was still alive. You looked at him, carefully trying to examine his wounds. You could tell he had a broken arm, a possible concussion, and there was bruising all around his left rib. You sighed and ran back to your car, grabbing a towel you kept in the back seat for your dogs and ran over to him, rolling him onto the towel so you could carry him to the back seat of your car. You managed to drag his body to your car and just managed to lift him onto the back seat, trying not to make his injuries worse. You climbed into the drivers seat from the back and started your car, trying to drive as slowly as possible but trying to make it home so you could get your equipment.

About fifteen minutes later you finally made it home and got the man into your house and started to get your medical equipment. You rested him on your couch (with great difficulty) and took off his shirt to treat his bruising. You knew this was going to be a long night…  

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You lifted your head up from your book as you heard heavy breathing coming from in front of you. The man was starting to wake up. You had managed to stitch up some of his wounds and fix up his bruised rib, although it needed a lot of time to heal and you were by no means an expert. You got up and walked over to him to see how he was doing. He was breathing slowly and heavily and shifted around a little bit. He winced a little bit when he moved, still half asleep. You walked back over to your bathroom and grabbed some antiseptic and brought it back so you could apply some more to his wounds. You walked back to your lounge room and hesitated at the door when you realised he was awake. You sighed and approached him carefully.

He started to sit up but immediately fell back down and winced in pain. You walked over to him and looked down at him, pouring the antiseptic delicately onto a small rag.

“Don’t move, you’ll undo your stitches” you said quietly but sternly as you squatted down beside him and rubbed the rag on his cuts.

He grimaced as you cleaned up the cuts along his arm but eventually relaxed as he got used to it. For a few seconds he just looked at you, as if he was identifying you. Or at least he was trying to piece together what had happened to him.

“Who are you?” he asked, his tone slightly confused.

“I’m the person who just saved your ass, I think I have more of a right to know who you are considering I didn’t have that much of an option whilst I was dragging you off the side of the road” you said, venting a little bit considering you were exhausted and cranky.

“I-I don’t remember” he said, looking at you.

“What do you mean ‘You don’t remember’?” you replied, still annoyed you weren’t getting any information.

“What do you think it means?” he replied with a sarcastic tone. You stared at him with a really withering stare that was one of your signature looks. You couldn’t remember how many times you used it on people when they were pushing your limits. You even couldn’t remember how many times most people had pushed your limits. More than your liking however.

“I’m sorry if I’m a little sceptical of the injured stranger I found on the side of the road in the middle of the night” you replied and you saw him smirk at you out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m sorry, you’re right to be suspicious love” he replied. You stopped cleaning the cuts and placed the rag and bottle on the table beside you.

“My name’s Loki, and that’s the majority of what I remember” he added after a moments hesitation.

“Loki?” you responded sceptically “Really?”

“Fine, call me whatever you want if you find that too baffling” he said, seeming exasperated.  

“No need…Loki’s fine” you replied as you walked over to the cupboard behind the couch to grab a glass. You talked to him whilst you were grabbing him some water.

“So you remember nothing?” You asked him, still sceptical.

“Bits and pieces, but nothing of importance to you” he said, with a confident but also defensive tone.

“Try me” you replied, raising your eyebrow at him whilst you placed the glass under the tap. Loki smirked again and then looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.

“I remember someone attacking me, then I remember something large hitting me and I fell to the side of the road, and then I blacked out” he said, still looking up and not making eye contact. “I don’t remember much before that” he added.

You walked over to him with the glass of water and a straw and squatted down beside the couch.

“Here, drink this” you said. He rolled his head towards you and you only just noticed how captivating his eyes were. He raised his eyebrow at you and you chuckled at his non verbal response.

“You really think after all this I would result to poisoning you?” you said with a smirk. He sighed and you lifted the glass towards him and he took a large gulp of water. When he was done you placed the glass on the table and you picked up your phone to see if you had any texts.

“Why are you helping me?” he asked, still not completely trusting of you.

“Because I wasn’t going to leave you dying on the side of the road. Also I’m a nurse, it’s kind of my job” you said, putting your phone down and then cleaning up some of your supplies. “Is there anything about yourself that you can remember that you wouldn’t mind sharing with me?” you added.

He shook his head subtly, “Not really, I remember a little bit about my parents” he said.”Not exactly a highlight of my life though” he added, looking away from you.

“What were they like?” you asked, finishing packing away your supplies and sitting down comfortably waiting to hear more…

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It had been a month since you had found Loki and the two of you had started a nice friendship together. You were very lonely before you had met him and you had almost forgotten what it was like to have someone in your life that you cared about other than your patients. You and Loki talked about almost everything that had happened in your life. Every now and then, Loki would remember small things from his life and he would talk to you about them. The both of you sometimes joked about what his life was actually like and came up with strange scenarios of how he ended up on the side of the road. But you secretly wished he never remembered. You knew it was selfish, but you wanted him to stay with you. You knew you would be so lonely without him, and you would even go as far as to say that you had feelings for him. But you wanted to wait for the right moment.

You drove home late one night and you decided that tonight was the night. You were going to tell Loki how you felt. You knew that you had to sooner or later. You were just scared that he would remember everything that happened to him, and decide that he didn’t need you anymore.

You drove up your driveway and got out of your car, breathing deeply.

You can do this, it’s not that hard

You walked up to your door and sighed as you opened the door. You saw Loki sitting on your couch reading one of the books you had given him. He smiled when he saw you and when he smiled you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Y/N, how are you?” he said as he put the book down and got up off the couch slowly, wincing as he did so. He had healed quite a bit, but a few of his injuries still lingered.

“I-I’m fine” you said, trying to hide your nervousness but doing it awfully.

“Is there something wrong love?” he said as he walked closer towards you, limping a little bit.

You breathed deeply and stared into his eyes.

“Loki, I need to tell you something. I’ve barely ever had anyone as close to me as you are right now and I feel really comfortable around you and I wanted to let you know that I’ve had feelings for you for quite some time. I’m just worried that you don’t feel the same or you won’t need me anymore when you remember everything and I just wanted to tell you this because I care about you too much to lie to you about this” you said nervously. You held your breath waiting for a response from Loki but he just stared at you. After a while he smiled at you and chuckled a little.

“What?” you asked, confused by his reaction.

“Y/N…I didn’t want to lie to you either but I did” he said. He hesitated for a moment and you prepared for rejection.

“I got my memories back two weeks ago. I remembered everything. I also remembered that my family does not want me nor loved me and someone I once cared about was the one who left me to die on the side of that road. I also didn’t stay because I had nowhere else to go. I stayed because I couldn’t imagine going anywhere else without you” You felt breathless as he moved closer to you and touched your hands. You responded by holding his hands tightly in yours.

“Are you going to tell me more about your life?” you asked, smiling up at him and holding his hands tightly.

He chuckled as he looked down at his feet and then looked back up at you, his eyes shining.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…”

Dirk Gently Head Canons

Rowdy 3-
1. They sleep in a pile, like they just crash and fall on top of each other in the back of the van.
2. They 110% punch every Nazi they see.
3. Grips is highly intelligent, he just knows things, but he has trouble expressing himself and it upsets him a lot.
4. Vogle loves animals (he absolutely steals shark cat) he almost always has an animal he found injured on the side of the road in the van that he is nursing back to health. He gets teary every time he releases them back into the wild.
5. Cross is the best at comforting people and gives the best hugs. He also has trouble expressing himself though and it often makes him angry.
6. Martin has terrible panic attacks, he doesn’t like the other Rowdies seeing though, they always do, driving calms him, he drives all the time because he knows he’s in control.
7. Cross is also a kinesthetic learner, mechanics comes easily to him, so no matter how rough the van looks on the outside, underneath it’s perfect.
8. Grips is a fantastic artist, he let Vogle help him paint the van, he’s constantly adding new things, inside and out.

Dirk-
1. Dirk wears so many bright colours because in the facility he only got to wear greys and whites.
2. He secretly loves the Rowdy 3 finding him, he doesn’t get much human contact, and he feels like he’s useful.
3. He is pansexual/panromantic
4. He LOVES movies, but he is unbearable to watch them with because he always (loudly) tries to predict what will happen and is alwAYS WRONG
5. He cannot swim.
6. He’s terribly afraid of the dark and has panic attacks because of all the time he spent stuck in it as a kid.

Todd-
1- Todd’s first crush was Suzie Quattro, then David Bowie.
2. His favourite animal WAS a giraffe.
3. He is very scared of spiders.

Farah-
1. Was picked on in school for being weird.
2. The day Lydia Spring disappeared was the second worst day of her life. She regards it as her greatest failure.
3. The worst day was when she lost her dad.
4. Meeting Dirk was a relief because he is absolutely weirder than her.
5. Amanda was the first person she ever felt truly understood her.

Amanda-
1. Has a soft spot for folk-punk.
2. She loves star wars, StormPilot is canon, she will fight you on this.
3. She loves cartoons.
4. So does Vogle so sometimes they go into electrical stores and turn up the volume on the films.
5. She will also fight you for a French fry.

Estevez-
1. Honestly just needs a nap.
2. He can’t sleep though, he keeps dreaming about Zimmerfield.
3. Spends his spare time reading comics. Marvel, DC, Archie.
4. Detectives the shit out of ‘Riverdale’.

Ken-
1. Has never really had friends before.
2. He’s an amazing gamer.
3. Lowkey loves the games the other gamers think are shitty and childish.
4. Cannot handle rubix cubes, hates them, once threw one in the ocean because he just can’t solve them, they are frustrating.

Bart-
1. First kill was her neighbor (how Black wing found her), she was a toddler, he was baby sitting her. They found bodies buried in his backyard. Lots of bodies.
2. She would never have let Ken die out with the hillbillies.
3. Ken teaches her how to plait her hair and she HATES it.
4. Neatness makes her uncomfortable.

PSYCH THE MOVIE JUST ANNOUNCED!!

Attention all Psychos (aka fan of the USA series Psych)!! A new reunion movie has just been announced!! In lieu of this development I thought I’d recommend of the whumpy episodes!

Shawn Takes a Shot in the Dark (s5 I believe)- Shawn Spencer shot in left shoulder and kidnapped.

Spellingg Bee (s1e2??) -Shawn run of the road by a van while on his motorcycle. Bike flips throwing him off to the side. He suffers some injury to his knee/leg and an injured wrist

Lassie Did a Bad Bad Thing- Shawn punched unconscious by crooked cop, kidnapped, then pistol-whipped.

Let’s Doo-Wop It Again- While singing with an a capella group with his friends, Shawn’s appendix bursts and he collapses on stage. In hospital for the rest of the episode. Nearly killed when baddie ups his (and another character’s) morphine drips attempting to kill them. (Sort of-this was kind of a fake out lol)

Chivalry Is Not Dead…But Someone Is- Shawn “barely” poisoned by the baddie of the week, collapses in front of Gus, shown in the hospital.

Dead Air- Gus pistol whipped (?) (or punched…can’t quite remember).

Lassie Jerky (I think) - Lassie gets shot in the back/shoulder.

Santabarbaratown (I think)- Henry shot in the chest and nearly killed.

The Tao of Gus (I think??)- Shawn and Gus, but mostly Shawn get into some type of altercation at the cult fruit stand and I think Shawn gets a bit beat up? But I can’t really remember lol

– That’s all I can remember right now but there are others.. ENJOY!

Originally posted by detective-hybrid

-_- PS if this is showing as one big blob of text I’m sorry I don’t know why it’s doing that

Prison is Hell

By reddit user SamMarduk

I hate it here.

Granted, I deserve it.

I’m currently locked down behind massive, concrete walls and solid steel doors in a maximum-security penitentiary. I was locked up what feels like a lifetime ago now. I earned it, I did. Every second I rot here is justice, but that doesn’t change the fact that I hate it.

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Bail me out

Title: Bail me out

Author: @deanwinchesterxreader

Beta-reader:@emoryhemsworth

Summary: Reader calls Dean when she needs someone to bail her out of jail.

Type:one-shot

Pairing: Dean x demon!reader

Word count: 1034

Warnings: swearing.

Tagging: @deanssexyassbutt@sherlock44@anokhi07@supernatural-jackles @sm0l—-bean @megapleasantturtle

Your name: submit What is this?

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Teuvo Teravainen #5

Requested by Anon:  Hi! Could you make a Teuvo Teräväinen one where you’re just laying in bed or on the couch cuddling. Just some innocent fluff with some light kisses 🙊 Love your blog and appreciate how you manage to write all these requests and also answer so many asks. Kudos to you 👏🏼

*Hiii! Thank you so much! It’s hard, especially right now that I’m kinda busy but I try to answer and post at leadt one drabble a day. I know you waited long for this so I hope I don’t disappoint. So much love from me to you! Enjoy!! :)*

Word count: 885

Originally posted by dyllarkin

The alarm clock rung so close to your ears that you’re afraid you might go deaf from its ringing alone. Of course, just like in Teuvo fashion, he put his phone in between your pillows instead of putting it by his bedside table, like every normal person does.

You opened one eye and clicked the stop button on your boyfriend’s phone. Groaning, you noticed that it isn’t even light out yet.

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