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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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. 


“I…, 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. 


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?”


“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.


“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. 


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?


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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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

Everyone Knows

Pairing:John Winchester x Reader
Word count: 1,555
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected Sex. Semi-Public sex. Car Sex. Littering.
Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration
Requested by: @ofdragonsanddreams16. Prompt: Baby (The Impala) / Quote: “You are going to get us arrested.”
Challenge: This was written for @roxy-davenport‘s SPN Birthday Celebration. I had to work three things into the story.  The movie “The Babadook”, Impala Sex, and the quote: “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”

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anonymous asked:

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


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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(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!

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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…  


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…


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…”


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

seriouslywhodidthis  asked:

In TV and movies you always hear about soldiers being discharged after their humvee runs over a mine -- often killing soldiers or costing them limbs. Any idea how often a military vehicle actually drives over an undetected mine?

Depends on if you’re asking “how often do people run over mines left over from previous wars” or “how often do people blow up from a hidden explosive.” The first question, I have no idea; I imagine it depends on the area (certain locations are more likely to have old minefields) and what kind of mine was used.

Nowadays our biggest concern in the Middle East isn’t landmines, it’s IEDs – improvised explosive devices. Homemade bombs, if you will. These can be anything from an empty soda can to a dead animal carcass, so it’s almost impossible to really prevent them. 

When we had IED training we honestly were told that literally anything could be an IED and we just have to be really vigilant and report anything that looks suspicious, which as I said could mean reporting litter on the side of the road that wasn’t there yesterday, or a dirt pile that looks larger than the rest. That sounds a little extreme until you realize that even local trash collectors are at high risk of being severely injured or killed due to IEDs.

How often a vehicle hits an IED depends on a lot of factors, namely the location, the enemy activity in the area, how close you are to enemy territory, how well built the IED was, how cleverly hidden the IED was, and whether it was put in a spot that a soldier would be likely to walk or drive over. Our routes are supposed to be monitored and scouted ahead of time for trouble, but any new route should be presumed trapped. We’ve actually developed specially armored vehicles who exist for the sole purpose of scouting out IEDs. 

USA Today says we’ve had 3,000 deaths due to IEDs and 33,000 wounded, which is significant when you consider that the US death toll’s currently around 7k and the wounded around 50k. So all things considered, I’d say it’s pretty likely.


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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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{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.”


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*

Never Be Afraid//Theo Raeken

Anon: can you write an imagine where y/n is dating theo and they’re trapped in the library and y/n sees theo fight another wolf and he has to explain what she saw cus she didn’t know he was a wolf

 I don’t know how long other schools keep their libraries open for so I asked a friend, I thought I’d be weird if he was kickin’ another wolf’s ass in the middle of the school day, ya know?


 Staying late in the library has been a frequent occurrence the past few day. Midterms were coming up and if I didn’t pass, my grade would drop dangerously low.. I’ve been accompanied by Theo by past couple nights; we’d silently sit together and flip through pages, helping the other if they needed it, secretly stealing glances while the other wasn’t looking.

 We’d been here for hours, and my eyelids became heavy. The soft golden lights from the  lamps were aiding in my sleepiness as the smell of old books filled my head. I was snapped out of my almost slumber when my phone buzzed from across the table.

 “Crap, it’s almost 8, we should go” I said, reaching for my phone while checking the time.

“Yeah you’re probably right”. We shut all the books scatters around the table and started packing away our things. I swung my bag over my shoulder and took our pile of books back over to the shelves. I heard the doors open and I peeked my head around the shelf and saw Theo tense up. He glanced back to me and and moved his hand, gesturing me to stay where I was. Confused, I stayed behind the shelf, peering through the spaces in the books. I couldn’t see who was standing in front of Theo, but I heard an unfamiliar voice.

 “I told you to stop looking into me, Theo. I did. It’s a shame you didn’t, now I have to show you what happens to those who don’t listen” the man said, voice deep and unkind. My heart dropped as he spoke, who is that? What does he want with Theo?

 I watched as Theo’s fists curled, his knuckles turning white, as a growl escaped his lips. Wait, did Theo just growl?

 The next thing I know, Theo pounces forward, out of my sight. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself as I slid to the cold floor. As I curled my knees to my chest, the noises I was hearing were making it impossible for me to keep calm. My whole body began to shake as tears rolled down my cheeks. A sharp whimper filled my ears, making me flinch before a silence fell over the room. After a few moments of quiet, I finally mustered up enough courage to speak.

 “Theo?” I whispered, wiping the remaining tears from my cheeks. Before I could speak again, a limping Theo rounded the corner. His hand holding a bleeding gash on his side, eyes weary, and walking with a slight limp. The tears flooded my eyes once more at the sight of him.

 “We need to go” he muttered. I scrambled to his side as we quickly made our way to the door. I helped him through the dim hallways and through the dark parking lot, where I placed him in the passenger seat of my car as fast as I could without injuring him further.

 The entire ride to my house was quiet, except the sharp inhales of breath from Theo everytime the road got uneven. After what seemed like hour of speeding through the winding roads of Beacon Hills, I pulled into my driveway and ushered him up to my bathroom.

 I sat him on the edge of the sink and I frantically looked for my first aid kit. C’mon Y/N, it has to be around here somewhere. I rummaged through my bathroom cabinet as quickly as I could, trying not to let the tears from my eyes spill onto my cheeks.

 “Y/N” Theo said calmly as he grabbed my wrist, making me turn to him, “I’m fine”. The words didn’t register in my brain and my hands still shook.

 “Look” he said, holding up his blood soaked shirt, “I’m fine, really”. But-but how could he be okay? I watched him bleed. He was hurt.

 I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I ran my hand over where the deep wound was, now fully healed, not a scratch left behind. My mind was spinning and I started to feel dizzy, when his hand came to my shoulders.

 “There’s something I need to tell you” he explained, “well, it might be easier if I just showed you”. His hands came down to meet mine as he bowed his head. When his eyes rose to mine, they weren’t the same. They were.. glowing? The rest of his face came into view, and I ran my hand down his cheek. His k9 teeth were longer, and as I brought his hand up to meet mine, short clean nails turned to dark long claws. I stood in awe as the boy I loved changed right before my eyes.

 “Don’t be afraid, Y/N, I’d never hurt you” he said quietly, voice almost shaking.

 “I could never be afraid of you” I replied, leaning down to place a soft kiss against his cheek. I would never be afraid, as long as I was with him.

Writer’s Note: Thank you for the request anon! I hope you like it! I think I went a little off prompt, but anyways here it is. Requests are still open :)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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’.

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.

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.

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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anonymous asked:

After nightmare cuddles with tsukkiyama? (•ω•)

Okay, so you probably were expecting some cute fluffy cuddles or something. While there are some cute and fluffy cuddles, it got dark. Real dark. Oops.


Kei was less than pleased with the current situation. Sure, he was skeptical about the whole idea of a team trip to the coast, but now that he was actually here, he knew this was going to be a headache. The ride was quiet, most of his teammates sleeping a majority of the way. Now that they had arrived, they were suddenly all full of energy, and it was a bit annoying. 

“What are we going to do first? We could play beach volleyball, or go swim in the ocean, or go on a hike, or build sandcastles, or-” Hinata rambled on excitedly as everyone finished arranging their stuff in the large, open room they were staying in. 

“You’re free to do whatever until dinner, then we’ll come back and do some team bonding exercises,” Suga announced, turning to face the team. “So just make sure to meet back here around 6.”

“What do you wanna do Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked him. He shrugged in response, listening in to what everyone else was doing. Tanaka, Noya, Hinata and Kageyama were going to play 2v2 beach volleyball, Shimizu and Yachi were going to walk along the beach, Suga, Daichi, and Asahi were going to check out all of the little beach shops, and Ennoshita, Narita, and Kinoshita were going to play cards on the deck. 

“You can stay here with Ennoshita,” Kei decided, looking over at Yamaguchi. He could tell that was what Yamaguchi wanted to do, but he never would if Kei didn’t. “I think I’m just going to go on a walk.”

“Are you sure? I can go with you,” he insisted, looking back at him. Kei just shook his head.

“I’ll be fine, it will be nice to just be on my own for a bit,” he admitted, grabbing his phone and sliding his shoes on. 

“Okay, be careful!” Yamaguchi called as Kei left the cabin. He lifted his hand slightly and walked out the door, turning left and walking up to the street. 

It was a rather nice day, the sun was shining and the clouds were scarce. There was one road that ran along the beach, the south end leading to the row of shops and the north end leading into the forest. Kei decided to go north, walking along the tree lined road. There weren’t a lot of people out, an occasional car or person went by, but it was mainly just Kei and his thoughts. 

After about an hour of mindlessly wandering, he noticed a woman walking her dog across the street. She seemed to be having some trouble, her dog was running ahead of her, pulling harshly on the leash. In one swift movement, the dog tugged the leash from her hand and ran across the street towards him. 

“Shepard no!” she yelled rushing across the street towards him. At the very moment she stepped off the curb, a car rounded the corner, and she never made it to the other side of the road. 

Kei felt his blood run cold; what did he just witness? He stood there completely frozen, watching the car skid to the side and the man run out, looking around frantically.

“What do I do?” he yelled frantically when he noticed Kei. Being addressed pulled him back into the present, and he rushed across the street to help.

“Call an ambulance,” he instructed as he knelt next to the woman. She was flat on her back, laying in a quickly growing pool of blood. “Can you hear me?” he asked her, looking for any sign that she could. When he didn’t see any movement, he began to slowly panic. He carefully lifted her head onto his lap and looked down at her face, the only thing he could do was try and keep her conscious until help arrived.  

“Hey, look at me, okay. Keep your eyes open and keep looking at me. Don’t close your eyes, just look at me,” he instructed, more for himself than for her. Her eyes were still open, but the color was slowly fading. Something inside of him knew that there was nothing left to do, yet he couldn’t give up. He could hear the sirens in the distance, but everything just seemed so far away. He focused on the woman below him, her breathing getting shallow and her eyes dulling. Kei lightly grabbed her hands and just held them, hoping to bring her at least some comfort. Even after he felt her still, he didn’t let go until the paramedics got there.

The woman was pronounced dead on the scene, and after giving a statement to the cops, Kei was given a ride back to the cabin. As he got out of the cop car and walked down to the building, he saw his team all hanging out next to a fire roasting various food items. He tried to sneak into the cabin without being seen, but of course Yamaguchi noticed him.

“Tsukki, you’re la-” he began, his voice faltering after getting a good look at the other boy. Kei didn’t need a mirror to know he looked like shit, his clothes were covered in blood and he was pretty sure his face showed just how tired he was.

“Tsukishima, what on earth happened?” Suga asked, rushing over to him. Kei flinched slightly, he really didn’t want to talk to anybody right now.

“It’s not my blood,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. “I’m going to go clean up and go to bed. I’ll see you guys later.” With that, he turned and entered the cabin, glad that nobody asked any more questions. He took a nice long shower, cleaning all of the blood off of his body, and threw away his clothes. Even if the stain did come out, he didn’t want any physical evidence of the events of that day. He set up his futon in the far corner of the room and curled up, wishing for sleep to take him quickly. Luckily for him, it did.

He was standing on the side of the road, another person across the street with a dog. In a split second, the dog was next to him and the other person was stepping into the street. The car rounded the corner and hit the person, sending them flying down the road. The car skidded to the side and a man jumped out, looking over at Kei with wide eyes.

“What do I do?” the man asked, his voice frantic.

“Call an ambulance,” Kei responded, rushing over to the injured person. He knelt down next to them and screamed.

It was Yamaguchi.

Kei bolted up, looking around the dark room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yamaguchi sleeping peacefully in a futon next to him, safe and not laying in a pool of his own blood. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to even his breathing. He leaned his back against the wall, just watching all of his teammates sleep. It calmed him down, seeing all of them safe and peaceful. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before Yamaguchi spoke up.

“Kei,” he whispered, worry in his voice. “Are you alright?”

“No,” Kei responded, hugging his knees against his chest.

“We saw the news story…I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he apologized, propping himself up on his elbow.

“She died in my arms,” he muttered, his eyes staring blankly at the ground.

“You don’t have to talk about if you aren’t ready,” Yamaguchi told him, looking into his eyes.

“I’m just so drained,” Kei whispered, trying to avoid Yamaguchi’s gaze.

“But you can’t sleep,” he guessed, earning a nod from the taller boy. Yamaguchi grinned shyly and pushed himself out of his futon, moving over to Kei’s.

“Tadashi…” Kei began, looking down at him. Yamaguchi smiled and patted the spot next to him.

“You always used to do it when I had nightmares,” he shrugged, pulling Kei’s arm until he was laying next to him. Yamaguchi grinned and snuggled into his chest, instant warmth engulfing Kei. He wrapped his arms around Yamaguchi, holding him tight.

Yamaguchi was here, in his arms, safe and sound.

Can’t Change Things Too Quickly

Jack let out a small groan when he walked into the restaurant and saw Joe Sugg sitting there, the one person he couldn’t stand, but always seemed to be stuck around.

“What are you doing here, Maynard?”

“Could ask you the same thing, Sugg.” He spat back, scowling at the small smirk on the older man’s face.

“Will you two cooperate for one dinner, please?” Oli sighed as Jack took his seat, “We’re all friends here.”

“Not all of us are,” Joe reminded Oli, glancing over at Jack.

“Then just pretend you are.” Conor interjected, “So we can get through a meal without you two bickering.”

“We don’t bicker!” Jack protested, “I’m just reminding him that he’s wrong!”

“Please,” Joe scoffed, “I’m usually the one who’s right, Maynard.”

“Shut up, Sugg.”

The rest of the table let out a collective groan, knowing this was only the beginning of that night’s first fight.

Jack didn’t know what it even was about Joe that bothered him, but they always rubbed each other the wrong way, and would end up fighting about something or other.

If he really thought about it, Jack wondered if maybe they would get along. But then Joe opened his mouth and the younger man would be reminded as to why they do not get along.

Plus, their little feud had been going for so long, that Jack wouldn’t know what to do if they suddenly got along.

When dinner finally came to an end and everyone spilled out of the restaurant, laughing and talking loudly as they waited for their cars, Jack couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on Joe.

As annoying as the other man was, he was also equally attractive, and that really messed with Jack’s mind, and body, but he usually just pushed those thoughts to the side, focusing instead on whatever annoying thing Joe was spewing out at him.

“See you tomorrow?” Conor asked, clapping his brothers arm as a car pulled up.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Jack nodded as the boys climbed into the car, leaving him and Joe still standing there.

“Oh wonderful,” Joe mumbled before shoving his hands in his pockets and heading down the sidewalk.

“Always lovely to see you too!” Jack called after him, knowing it would piss the other man off.

Laughing to himself, Jack tugged his jacket tighter around his body before turning to head in the opposite direction, which is when he heard the screeching of brakes and a thump.

Whirling back around, Jack quickly discovered the source of the noise, finding Joe laying on the road, and a distraught driver climbing out of the car.

“Shit,” Jack pushed past the people as he made his way to the accident, kneeling down at the injured man’s side. “Joe? Joe, can you hear me?” His hands hovered over the older man’s body, not quite touching, worried about hurting him further.

“Did you just call me by my first name?”

“Oh thank gods,” Jack breathed out as Joe’s eyes fluttered open, his face shifting into one of pain. “Are you okay?”

“No, I just got hit by a fucking car.”

The faint sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, but Jack didn’t pay them attention, instead keeping his eyes on Joe, helping him to sit up.

“I heard.”


“I was walking away.”

“Of course you were,” Joe held his arm against his side, wincing, “Shit, that hurts.”

“Do you not know how to look both ways?!” Jack’s words held no hate, only worry, “God, Joe, how could you be so stupid?!”

“Jack, relax. I’m fine. Mostly.”

“You were hit by a car.”

“I know.” Joe replied, using his free hand to find Jack’s, giving it a squeeze, “But I’m alright. And the paramedics are here, and will take good care of me.”

“Fucking terrified me,” Jack mumbled, shifting to the side as the paramedics arrived, but his hand remained in Joe’s the entire time.

“Jack?” The younger man jolted up in his seat, blinking over at Joe, “You waited?”

“Of course.” He pushed himself out of the seat, running a hand through his hair tiredly, “Didn’t want you to be alone.”

“Oh,” Joe blushed lightly, adjusting the strap of his sling, “Thanks.”

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a car.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Jack scolded, stepping closer as his eyes scanned Joe’s body, “It’s not funny!”

“Alright, alright,” Joe smiled, grabbing one of Jack’s hovering hands, slipping his fingers through the younger mans, “I’m sorry. But I really am okay. Mostly just tired. I’ll be sore tomorrow though.”

“Yeah, probably.” Jack replied, offering a smile back, “Want to go home?”

“Pretty sure you have to take me on a date before taking me home, Maynard.” Joe winked, heading for the exit, Jack following behind, their hands still linked together.

“Back to last names, then?”

“Can’t change things too quickly, now can we?”

Roadhog does some thinking | Junkrat has some cake

A present for @marcus-and-carter

Author’s Notes:
1) So this is what happens when you fall in love with the characters you’re writing: you don’t STOP writing.
2) This is mostly all headcanon - just warning you now. 
3) My only real criteria for this was “I wanna read the cutest cute.” I hope I delivered.
4) I sincerely hope you enjoy this, Marcus!
5) There’ll be a part 2 to this soonish…

Wordcount: 5940-ish
Copyright: Overwatch is property of Blizzard. No copyright infringement is intended; this is a work of fanfiction.

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Sam’s been watching the same infomercial for the last hour and a half, eyes red and burning from the tears that are starting to gather there but he uses the corner of his sleeve to angrily wipe them away before they have the chance to fall and clicks the tv off, bathing the cheap motel room in darkness.

There’s an aching worry in his chest and a knot in his throat. The alarm clock reads one in the morning, they should have been back by now and Sam’s quickly losing his wits. He hears the familiar rumble of the impala seconds before he sees the headlights flash bright, breaking through the blinds and he jumps to his feet and throws open the motel door.

The panic that he’d been somewhat successful at supressing now bubbles forth at the sight of Dean, slumped forward against john, his pants completely covered in blood and he rushes to his brother’s side

“Heya Sammy.” Dean says as he tries to smile at his brother but then sucks in a sharp breath at the stabbing pain that shoots through his body.

“Help me get your brother inside.” His father commands but Sam can’t seem to tear his eyes away.

“What happened?” He asks but doesnt give John time to answer. “You were supposed to protect him!” He yells out, not caring if anyone can hear them.

“Not now boy.” John commands . “Help me get your brother inside so I can tend to his wounds. He’s already lost quite a bit of blood.”

The words hit Sam like a freight train and he pushes past the anger and shoulders most of Dean’s weight as he helps his dad carry his brother inside and lay him on the bed.

He hurries himself getting hot water and fresh towels before coming back to Dean’s side. Watches as his dad uses the scissors to cut up the entire length of Dean’s jeans and pulls back the material to reveal an angry set of gashes that are still bleeding profusely. His hands are shaking as he rings a washcloth out and tries to wipe up the blood that’s running down his brother’s thigh as their father gets to work suturing up his wounds.

He’s not sure how much time goes by but every second feels like an eternity. Dean’s out cold, either from the pain or the medicine, and Sam hopes it’s the latter.

Dad’s no comfort, drinks himself stupid with a bottle of Johnny walker black and passes out in the other bed leaving Sam alone with his grief. He gently crawls into bed with his brother, easy not to jostle him, and tries to focus on anything but how completely useless he feels.

His pillow is wet with tears and he tries to quiet the sobs that are escaping from his chest but they’re violent and they threaten to break Sam apart from the inside out.

“Sammy,” He hears his brother whisper weakly against his back. A warm hand cards through his hair and he squeezes his eyes closed and takes a deep breath.

“Sammy, it’s okay.. I’m okay little brother.” He tries to soothe but it just makes the tears come harder.

“Look at me,” Dean says. “I’m fine Sam. Look at me.” And he turns around and buries his face into the crook of Dean’s neck.

He holds Sam close as he cries, hand gently rubbing his back, both calming and stirring the desperation he feels.

“Figures,” Sam says as he wipes at his tired eyes. “That you’re the one who’s hurt and you’re trying to comfort me… I’m a horrible brother.”

“No you’re not Sam.” Dean whispers against sams cheek. “Don’t say that. Besides, I’m fine. Just a scratch.”

He raises his head up, finally looking into those moss-green eyes and sighs.

“I was so scared.” He admits. “It’s just- I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“Hey,” Dean smiles. “You’re never gonna loose me. You’re stuck with me for life.” He adds and Sam smiles back… I love you, he thinks. “I hope so.” he says instead.


Morning brings with it a false sense of calm that’s shattered the moment he opens his eyes and looks at Dean. His face is littered with at least a dozen cratches, some more prominent than others, and his lip is busted open. There’s a quarter size bruise under his right eye and it takes him a minute to push down the urge to cry again. He grabs some chapstick from the night stand and gently applies some to his brother’s lips, careful not to hurt him. Dean opens his eyes and smiles.

“Is it time for my sponge bath Samantha?” Dean teases, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

“Shut up jerk.” Sam says back without any real heat but can’t help the blush that colors his cheeks.

“Make me bitch.” His brother quips.

“Alright you two,” comes a familiar bark as the motel door opens.

“I’ve made arrangments for you both to stay at Bobby’s while he and I wrap this hunt up. I don’t like leaving it un-finished.”

“But dad,” Sam interrupts. “Dean’s hurt, he’s in no shape to travel.”

John runs a calloused hand down his face and sighs. He doesn’t want another fight with his youngest. “You think I don’t know that Sam? I do, but cash is low and I can’t leave you two here. I’ve no other option but to take you to Bobby’s. So, get your gear together, we leave in twenty.”

A million things he’d like say come pouring into his head but every. dies on his lips when Dean squeezes his hand softly; a silent plea to just let it go. He drops his head and grabs his bag, a quiet “ yes sir” leaving his burning tongue.


The ride to Souix falls is just as bad as he thought it would be. Dean’s in the back so he can stretch out his injured leg so that puts Sam up front with his dad. Great.

Two and a half hours later they finally arrive. Sam hops out and rushes to dean’s side, carefully helping him out of the impala, ignoring all of John’s efforts to help, and slowly makes their way inside the house where he deposits Dean comfortably on Bobby’s couch.

Bobby claps John on the back and asks if he wants a drink and as a suprise to everyone, himself included, he turns it down.

“Just wanna go ahead and get on the road.” He says, back turned to the boys and lowers his voice. “Besides, I got a feeling that boy is probably thinking up ways to murder me in my sleep.” He says and motions his eyes to where Sam is sitting at the foot of the couch, Dean’s injured leg propped up on his lap. Bobby laughs, but John’s half serious. John runs his hand across the back of his neck.

“I wish I was kidding Bobby. You should’ve seen the looks that boy gave me everytime I hit a bump or took a turn.”

“Don’t be ridiculous John” Bobby says, turning around ignoring him completely.

“Boys, there’s fresh sheets on the spare bed upstairs or you can just let the couch out if you’d rather. Also, the fridge is full, help yourself… Oh, and Sam.” He says at he stops in the door way. “I just got a new book on Celtic tree magic. If you find time, you should check it out. It’s an interesting read.”

“Thanks uncle Bobby.” They both say in unison as the door shuts leaving them in the only house that’s ever been close to being theirs.


Dean naps on and off most of the day which leaves Sam with way too much time on his hands. He aimlessly walks the halls, skims through the book Bobby recommended and scours his library for anything else that might peak his interest. He finds it hard to concentrate though, constantly listening for any signs that his brother might require his assistance. He’s hovering, he knows, but he can’t help it. He wishes there was more he could do for Dean. Wishes that it would have been him instead. But mostly he just wishes his dad would stop putting the job before them and that their life didn’t have to be so fucked up.

At four thirty Sam sighs and makes his way to the kitchen to prepare some food for them while Dean flips through the channels on the tv. A small oven fire and three episodes of Mash later and the spaghetti and garlic bread is done.

They eat in silence, enjoying a home-cooked meal for once and afterwards Sam cleans Dean up and changes his bandages.

“Well?” Dean asks. “How bad does it look?”

It’s not nearly as awful as Sam thought it was gonna be and it’s definitely not as panic induing as it was watching their father sew him up but looking at it still makes his chest ache.

“It’s healing nicely.” Sam says trying to keep all emotion out of his voice but Dean can always tell when Sam’s holding something back.

“Then why do you like you’re about to cry Sam? ” Dean asks suddenly sounding as hysterical as Sam feels. “Am I gonna lose my freaking leg?”

“No.” He half laughs, shaking his head. “It’s just been an incredibly emotional couple of days and these,” he says looking down at the angry red gashes, “are a painfully vivid reminder of how close I came to losing you.”

Dean looks at him with something unreadable in his eyes and squeezes his hand.

“I meant what I said Sammy. You’re not gonna lose me.”

“You can’t promise that Dean.” He says suddenly sounding so much older than just fourteen.

“You and me against the world little brother.” He promises.

“Always.” Sam says on cue and re-bandages his leg in silence.

Later, when he’s done washing up the dishes and the small disaster he left from eariler, he makes his way back into the living room to check on Dean.

He’s all stretched out, his right leg propped up on a stack of pillows, face scrunched up in sleep, head lax and layed back against the arm of the couch and Sam is overwhelmed with how damn beautiful he is in this unguarded moment. He walks back through the hallway to the bathroom and gets two white pain pills out of the medicine cabinet and brings them to Dean. Tips the cup gently towards his brother’s face, encouraging him to swallow them down.

“You take such good care of me Sammy.” Dean says, eyes shinning bright as he stares up at his brother, still half asleep. Sam smiles back and wipes a drop of juice off Dean’s chin.

“You ready for bed?” He asks suddenly nervous about the prospect of trying to get Dean upstairs.

“Yeah, but let’s just stay here.” He says patting the couch underneath him.

“Well, let me pull the bed out Sam insist but Dean’s having none of it. He reaches forward, hands wrapping around Sam and tries to pull him down on top of him.

He’s got the annoyed little brother routine down pat but if he’s being honest, with himself at least, he wants nothing more than to fall down into the embrace and live in that warm cocoon of Dean’s arms wrapped around him.

“I think you’ve had too many pills.” He laughs and gently moves Dean to the chair while he unfolds the bed and gets it ready.

They lay there listening to the storm that blew through about an hour ago. The October wind, howling past the window, but Sam can’t seem to care from his current position curled up against Deans chest.

It’s a peacful moment as they both drift off to sleep to the sound of each other’s steady breaths.


At some point in the early hours of morning Sam’s eyes flutter open on a sigh, toes brushing Dean’s foot as he rocks his hips slightly foward before he comes to enough to realize what he’s doing.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly says and goes to pull away from his brother but Dean gently grabs his arm and pulls him back close.

“ It’s okay,” Dean says and for a minute Sam’s brain, still hazy with sleep, doesn’t know how to react.

Dean’s warm hand comes to rest at his lower back. Fingers trailing goosebumps across the tiny strip of skin that’s peeking out from over his boxers.

“Dean?” He whispers, voice heavy with uncertainty but he can’t deny that he wants this. Even if he doesn’t entirely understand what this is.

His cheeks are burning hot as he hesitantly rocks forward, his hips grazing Dean’s un-injured thigh and he squeezes his eyes closed and does it again. And again. And again.

It doesn’t take long before his dick is dripping, soaking through the threadbare pair of boxers he’s wearing and he can’t stop the little half broken sobs from escaping his trembling lips.

Dean’s hand fists in Sam’s grey t-shirt urging him closer, simultaneously rucking his shirt up in the process. Sam shifts, trying to get better situated, and sucks in a suprised gasp as his hard prick drags against his brother’s.

“Yeah, Sammy. That’s it.” Dean says encouraging him, pulling him even closer. “Feels good baby brother. Keep going.”

“Brother.” That word sounds dirty givin the context of what they’re doing and it should feel wrong as hell but it doesn’t. Dean’s words only seem to fuel Sam on, his small hips picking up speed and the friction is great but it’s not enough.

“Dean.” He calls out but he’s not sure what he’s asking for just that he needs something more.“ Dean seems to understand completely and pushes Sam’s boxers down, quickly following suit with his own and brings their hard lengths together.

The skin to skin contact is a shock to Sam’s system, and his toes curl and the grip he has against his brother’s bicep tightens.

Dean has his hand wrapped around both of their lengths, slow drag up circling the head and then back down again, their shared precome slicking the way.

"Kiss me Sammy .” He urges and his brother complies crashing their lips together with awkard grace. It’s messy and uncoordinated but it’s perfect because it’s Sam and Dean thinks that he could die right now with the taste of Sam’s lips on his tongue and not have a single regret.

Sam’s balls pull up tight, spine tingling with the sudden rush of his orgasm. He tucks his head into the hollow of Dean’s throat and shutters as he paints his brother’s belly in white.

At the First hot splash of Sam’s come against his throbbing dick, he’s joining his brother over the edge. Both sweating and panting, each other’s name on their swollen, spit-slicked lips.


It’s quiet in the shared space between them, and neither of them speak for several minutes unsure how to start a conversation after what they just did.

“I didn’t hurt your leg did I? Sam asks a little cautious. Waiting for Dean to freak out any minute now

"No Sam, you didn’t hurt me.” He says as he slowly adjusts himself into a sitting up position.

“Not gonna freak out Sammy.” Dean says, somehow reading his brother’s mind. “But I do need to ask if… I mean, you didn’t feel forced into that did you? Cause if you did,” he begins but Sam stops him before he can finish that train of though and scoots up close so he can look into his brother’s tear-filled eyes.

“No Dean. I didn’t feel forced. I wanted to do it. If I’m being honest, I wanna do it again.” He says and hides his eyes feeling suddenly embarrassed.

“You mean that?” Dean asks. “You really want this Sam…. You want me?”

“Yeah” He says on a whisper and tentatively lowers his lips to Dean’s. It’s just a peck really, whisper-soft against Deans mouth but it’s the emotion behind it, the love that pours out from Sam with the small, simple gesture and it’s ridiculous but Dean already knows he’s never gonna get enough of this.

“No take backs Sammy.” Dean breathes into his brother’s mouth and swallows up a moan that crawls it’s way up Sam’s throat.

“No take backs.” His brother promises.