on summer the heat is unbearable

Lovely, overheating British friends, if you have not yet tried these things may I please recommend:

- Bowl of ice in front of a table fan
- Pillowcases in the freezer, take them out and put them on before bed
- Underwear in the freezer, so it’s cool when you get out of the shower
- Other sheets and clothes in bags in the freezer or fridge, if you like
- Hang a cool, wet, light sheet or curtain panel in front of an open window
- Mist the top sheet with cool water before sleeping
- Cool showers in the morning, after work, and before bed
- Reappropriate hot water bottles, use as normal but fill with cold water
- Reusable ice packs in the freezer during the day, slip them in the sheets for a bit before bed and/or keep them with you
- Keep electronics unplugged absolutely whenever possible
- Popsicles
- Linen, cotton, seersucker (if you must). Avoid synthetics.
- Single-use cold wraps like these for the tube or being outdoors
- Windows and curtains closed during the day, open early morning and at night
- Bowl of ice on your stomach or lap while you’re hanging around
- Seriously bowl or tray of ice in front of a table fan, this is the only sure way I was able to sleep/not hate everyone through several week long 95-105F/35-40C heat waves in a heat-retaining house with no AC, it is hard but it is possible; anything that gives off a cool breeze helps a lot!

Double Team

Title: Double Team

Summary: Sam and Dean get rough when they double team you in the shower. Inspired by this imagine (x).

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader x Dean Winchester (no Wincest)

Word Count:  1883

Warnings:  nsfw, threesome, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering,

Author’s Notes:  Thank you @mamapeterson for the advice and being my always awesome beta. I wrote this because my brain needed a break from the plot driven piece I’m working on, so I hope you guys enjoy some gratuitous smut. Let’s just put it out there that this is going to be one seriously cold shower by they time they’re done, I know that. Suspend your disbelief and pretend it’s a never ending hot shower. :-)

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Summer Heat (M)

Im Jaebum | JB (Got7) x Reader 

Word Count: 2,390

Genre: Smut [Thigh Kink/Thigh Appreciation]

The two of you watched the movie mostly in silence with an odd comment from time to time. It was nearing the end of the movie that you had realized that Jaebum shorts had ridden up a fair amount. And right in front of your face was the bare skin of his thighs, one of your favorite parts on his amazing body. They were tantalizing. He had thighs from heaven. They were firm and muscular, but soft enough to give under your fingertips. As you sat there entranced by your boyfriend’s thighs, you decided that you would give his thighs the love they deserve.


The summer heat had turned your apartment into a sauna. It was completely unbearable unless you were wearing minimal clothing or, better yet, naked. Jaebum and you just finished eating naengmyeon, cold noodles, that he had graciously prepared for the both of you. While you got the privilege of sitting in front of the oscillating fan, getting some relief from the heat since the air conditioning had broke and you did not have the chance to get someone to come fix it yet.

After dinner, Jaebum and you returned to the living room and placed yourselves right back in front of the fan. Soaking in the cool breeze that the blades gave off. The cold air felt heavenly against your heated skin. Once settled in Jaebum suggested that watching a movie might help keep the sweltering room off your mind. You highly doubted it, but decided to give it a try. It was better than nothing.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Jaebum asked while scrolling through the endless list of movies on the TV.

“I don’t care,” you said, “You pick.”

A few seconds passed before Jaebum settled on a movie to watch. A film that the both of you had seen a hundred times. While the movie played on the screen you decide to get more comfortable, so you laid down on the couch and placed your head on Jaebum’s lap.

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The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 2)

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Beast!Adam x Reader

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 2)

Part 1: here

Running. It was all you knew these days. After your father had passed, killed by the very man that wanted your book, you had been forced to run to escape the fate that followed. Something was after you. Something dark. And if you stopped running, if you let your guard down even once, lowered your hood too far and revealed your true identity as a daughter of the sky, you would be killed. Inside you, there was great power. And with great power came many enemies.

You were scared. But you couldn’t afford to waste time on fear.

The worn old map you carried with you showed a village nearby. It was small. In your case, small meant safe. If you kept heading inland, you would hit it in a few hours, just before dark. Perfect.

You rolled the map and tied it with ribbon before making your way through the trees. You couldn’t describe why or what went through your mind, but something felt different this leg of the journey. It was as though something inside you was longing, reaching out for something ahead of you.

After a few hours’ time, the village was finally in sight. You wiped the sweat off of your brow. Although the hood hanging around your shoulders provided cover from those who were trying to find you, in the summer heat, it was nearly unbearable. You could practically taste the cold drink awaiting you at the nearest tavern. It put a little life in your steps as you trudged the remaining distance into town.

The stone and dirt paths were a welcoming sight. It had been almost a week since you had been in civilization. Your days in loneliness were starting to isolate you from the people altogether. You hoped that maybe the market would be open in the morning and you would be able to buy some bread and jam or some things to pass the time. Really anything would be helpful.

You walked through the doorway of the tavern. You had the feeling whoever owned the place was quite the hunter, given the abundance of antlers and the large mural of an arrogant man with his rifle. Gaston was his name, according to a sign. He seemed like a pompous braggart to you, a war hero with an ego the size of Paris. But perhaps that was just speculation.

You ordered a drink and took a spot at the table in the corner. It was cozy, you decided. Certainly not a place you could call home, but it could be. God, you longed for a home. Some place you could call your own without having to run away to protect yourself. It was exhausting. You never got a break. It was unending. Run, stop for supplies, sleep, run again. So much running and no place to go. It was beginning to feel pointless. But you knew if your enemies got their hands on your book, your kingdom would surely be dead. Your father had given his life to protect those secrets, and you were beginning to fear you would suffer a similar fate.

You exhaled a heavy sigh and took a long sip of the cold drink. It was refreshing after a long day. You were so caught up in bliss that you almost didn’t notice the large man as he took a seat in front of you. You bolted upright as soon as you noticed his presence.

“You must be new to town.” He stated, crossing his legs and flexing as he reached out for your hand. “I’m Gaston.”

“I know.” Your voice was quiet, but you didn’t reach out to take his hand. You only prayed your cloak would be enough to conceal your identity. It wasn’t likely that this lunkhead had any clue that you were a child of the stars, an heir to the throne of the sky, but you couldn’t take the chance that he was in league with Prince Ferdinand. So instead, you sat there, waiting for him to make a move, to say something.

“Are you in need of a place to stay?”

“Actually, yes.” You nodded. “I am.”

“Might I see your face, then?” he asked, pressing slightly. You recoiled slightly, withdrawing your hands further. Surely it would be stupid of him to let a stranger stay in his inn. You knew he only had his safety in mind.

“N-no, that’s all right.” You shook your head. “I’m afraid I’m not much of a beauty to behold.”

“Nonsense! I’m sure if you lowered your hood, it might put me at ease.” He grinned earnestly. You exhaled a slow sigh and reached up, gently pulling down the cloak around your head. “And what a beauty you are,” he marveled. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I could show you around the village tomorrow morning.”

“No, that’s quite alright. I’m headed out early tomorrow. I need to buy some goods at the market and then I’m out of here.”

“Are you headed somewhere particular or-”

“Yes. I’m on a journey to meet an old friend.”

“I could accompany you if you-”

“That won’t be necessary.” You cut him off calmly, but firmly, standing your ground. For you, there was no safety in numbers. He very obviously didn’t know what or who you were, but that didn’t mean other people in the village wouldn’t. When his face fell, you quickly added: “But thank you very much. It’s kind of you to offer.”

“Anything for a beautiful woman like yourself.” He nodded simply as another man, a friend of his, came to stand beside him.

“Gaston, who is this?”

“A visitor to our fair village.” He crinkled his eyebrows as he realized he had never asked for your name. “What did you say your name was, again?”

“(Y/N).” You replied. Your silver eyes searched over the new man. His lingering gaze told you he had heard of those like you. He wasn’t as vicious as the people pursuing you. Instead, he was merely curious, in awe of the being sitting before him. You were a thing of fairytales, and yet here you were, as real as day. “Well, Gaston, I’m afraid I’m very tired from my journey.”

“I’ll show her to the spare room.” LeFou offered before Gaston so much as moved. He nodded hesitantly.

“Of course.” LeFou led you up the stairs behind him. You smirked, awaiting his question. As soon as you were standing on the landing outside the room, he turned to you, unable to hold it in any longer.

“Are you really one of them?”

“One of what?” you voice was soft, knowing.

“A…” he looked around and lowered his voice. “…child of the stars.”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Why are you here?” he shook his head. “Of all places…Villeneuve. Why?”

“It was the nearest place to stop.” You admitted. “I’m not staying for long. I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

“Before you go, I need to know one thing-”

“You will find happiness, LeFou.” You stated. Kindness waited behind your enchanting silver eyes. His heart raced. He felt as though you were looking into his soul. The glow in your irises held what seemed to be knowledge of everything that had ever or would ever be. “But it is not with that man.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He sighed.

“It’s closer than you know.” You put a hand on his shoulder. “I promise.”

“So do you know…everything?”

“No. I just know some things. Important things.” You winked and gave a well-meaning smirk. “Good night. I hope to see you in the future.”

“Good night.” He replied, nodding. As LeFou made his way down the stairs, you walked into the small bedroom, locking the door behind you. You hung your cloak on a peg on the wall and untied your boots, tucking them under the bed. Once you had crawled beneath the fur blanket, you stared at the ceiling.

Your heart was pounding like a drum. There was always fear in these late hours that something would come after you. Or someone would find you and use you. Luckily, LeFou seemed more curious than he did malevolent. You decided you were safe for now. But tomorrow might bring something else entirely. You didn’t know why, but somehow you knew in your heart, as you sometimes knew impossible things…

Tomorrow, everything would change.

uk: we cannot handle this heat because it is unusual and we are not prepared for it. it is not only hot but unbearably humid. our elderly die and other vulnerable people die from it. people get extremely sick. our animals suffer. our country is built around winter, and these high temperature summers are a new phenomena that our country is not yet dealing with

people who live in countries with AC and no humidity: your pathetic lmao we have heat like that!!! you’re so stupid omg get over it you should try living were we live !! pathetic !!!!! stop being so dramatic !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you guys are so weak lmao 

Hiraeth (M) | Pt.1

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Originally posted by jungkooz

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt.10 | pt.11 | pt.12 |

Words: 12,957.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, smut, fluff, angst.

Summary: “I guess we’re not so different after all, huh? Brains, brawns – what does it matter when we’re all just scared of being left alone and stupidly hopeful?”

A/N: Inspired by the wonderful game The Last of Us.

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Second Chance - Part 1

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the fall of SHIELD, The Winter Soldier slowly breaks through his HYDRA programming while on the run. As he makes his way out of America on foot, The Winter Soldier slowly rediscover himself, as Bucky Barnes. 

or, the story where Bucky decides to get reacquainted with his past his own way. 

A/N: This is different than what I usually do, but I’m really liking this style so far and I’m having a blast writing this. That being said, I really do appreciate any feedback you can give me on this, thanks!

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Imagine having fun with Dean and Sam during the summer

Originally posted by pilesofsmile


Originally posted by heartdoc112


A/N: Just a little something! Hint of Dean x Reader, but it’s really just about hanging out with the two of them 

It was the middle of June and in the quaint town of Lebanon, Kansas it was as if crickets had now resided there. There heat was unbearable for the occupants of the town, causing nearly everyone to shut themselves in their homes with the air conditioning and fans on full blast. However, a few miles south hidden behind trees and hills that surrounded the area, laughter could be heard echoing throughout the large open space.

“Sweetheart, this would be easier if you would just admit your mistake and come collect your punishment,” Dean drawled, holding a running hose in his hands, water spilling onto the pavement. Sam watched with amusement from a hammock you had gifted him a few months back, the numerous trees that surrounded the Bunker were prefect for lounging and you had splurged and got one for both you and the youngest Winchester.

“Dean, please, I didn’t mean to!” your unabashed giggling had your cheeks hurting, never having smiled so much until you had moved in with the infamous brothers, it was continuously an exhilarating feeling. “I swear if you put one drop of water anywhere near me, I- I –“

“You won’t do jack squat, Y/N,” Dean pressed his thumb onto the center of the hose and directed towards you, causing the spray of the water to increase slightly as it drenched your body. Dean was bent over in laughter by the time he was finished, hand clutching his chest as he tried to breathe properly. Sam was no better, trying to get a grip on himself to help you out, but the sight of you was like watching a kitten get a bath.

What had meant to be an innocent hosing off of Baby while getting some sunshine, turned into a water war between Dean and your sorry self. You had admired the way the sunlight fell onto Dean, watching as his eyes turned into swirls of gold within those jade eyes, watching the way his tan skin glistened with sweat and water. You had tried to help out, grabbing the hose yet somehow you had misjudged where the water was going and it had doused Dean on his white t-shirt, and while you were stuck in place ogling at the not-quite bare skin that was exhibited by the clinging of the shirt, Dean had taken this as an opportunity to have a little fun and now you were soaking wet.

“I hate you.” You pouted, ringing out your hair. Dean continued to chuckle as he turned off the water before walking towards the trunk of the Impala and pulled out a towel.

“You looked a little hot there, sweetheart, I think a little water did you some good,” The wink he sent your way nearly had you keeling over but he had wrapped the towel around your small frame and helped you dry out. The two of you made it over to a smirking Sam, two lawn chairs placed relatively close to him so as to continue the day of relaxation between the three of you. Lightly punching him in the arm, you slouched into your chair, Dean handing you a cold beer as he plopped right next to you.

“We really needed this,” you sighed out, relishing in the way the sun felt on your skin. Both Dean and Sam watched with fond smiles, knowing that a lot of their peace and happiness they experienced now, was owed to your presence in their lives.

Scraped Knees - Soulmate AU

Joshua Hong [seventeen] x Reader
word count: 675
warnings: possible trigger for self-harm, but none of the self-harm is intended in that way
a/n: first and thrid part’s are in second perspective for reader and the second part is in third part
request: hi can I request a soulmate au with joshua? u can decide what kind soulmate au!


Scraped knees. This was the latest type of an unknown mark left on your skin. Over the last few weeks your knees had been bruised to the point where even touching them hurt the sensitive skin. You hadn’t done anything over the last few weeks that would lead to your knees being like this. So, naturally, you began to assume this was the work of your soulmate.

Your soulmate was either a prostitute or did a lot of work on their knees. Hopefully, it was the second option.

“Bloody hell- Why am I getting this pain now? It’s nearly eleven at night! They shouldn’t be doing anything now,” the pain was hitting again while you were trying to study for some university exam that allowed you to actually get your degree.

You thought of only one solution - to cause pain to them as well.

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Lifebuoy (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader


A/N: There was a day where @bonniebird kept barfing out cute ideas and I got so jealous of her creative mind, and guess what? She said “you can have them”, so here I am. Writing a fic from one cute ideas I already love.

Summary: Not being able to swim and only Brett knows, so he gives you piggyback rides so you can join in with everyone.



Today were one of the warmest days during the summer in Beacon Hills, it was in the middle of your summer break and you spend most of your days hanging out with the pack.


This day, you choose to take a road trip to the beach, since the heat made it unbearable to do anything else. You sat in the backseat of Stiles’ Jeep, between Liam and Brett who kept sending each other glares on whose shoulder you’d lean on when you felt sleepy.


But you were far from falling asleep. The thought of being near water scared you, not afraid of being wet or the sea itself, it was just the fact that you couldn’t swim.

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The heat has gotten unbearable in Wysteria and Stein, so summer fashion trends have caught up in the castles, as well~

Yes, the infamous RompHim and well, the timeless romper for MC. Have fun seeing them #RompTheSummer  /dieslaughing (click pic for captions)

Feverish || Dick Grayson x Reader

I’m really sick right now and have been reading dick grayson and peter parker stories to keep me company 。゚(TヮT)゚。

this is the first time i’ve ever written for a dc character, so if it turns out a little “meh”, and is ooc, forgive me.

Warnings: none, tho my style of writing may be a little off since I’m running a lowkey fever while writing this.

**dont repost/plagiarize this story.**

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You were so sick; your whole body was aching and you felt the sweat collect all across your feverish body. You moan and bury yourself deeper into your bed, trying to ignore the incessant vibrations coming from your phone.

You knew that it was your boyfriend checking on you, but you were honestly too weak to move. Even the slightest movement such as tilting your head toward your nightstand was enough to make a wave of nausea go through you.

There was a special kind of hell that came with getting sick in the middle of summer. The hot days became nearly unbearable against your flushed skin, and the fact that your air conditioning was practically broken certainly didn’t help with your situation.

Because of this, you were bedridden with the window to your room wide open. The cool and refreshing winds that blew during the night was soothing for you, and you sigh in a deeply content manner at feeling something cold against your heated skin.

Your throat was parched when you groan, forcing yourself to sit up while steadying your shaky body to the best of your abilities. Looking to see the tall glass of water settled on your nightstand, you drink the rest of the warm water, shakily placing the glass back on the table. You could feel your body getting weaker since you hadn’t eaten anything since last night, but this fever was honestly ruining your appetite.

You honestly wanted to cry. It seemed impossible for you to get better, and you wanted desperately for your boyfriend to come and take care of you-

But you didn’t want to burden him, or worse- make him get sick because of you.

This is what prompted you to ignore all of his texts and calls. You knew that you would get over this fever eventually, so long as your body decided to stop hating you.

While you had your face buried within the palm of your hand in hopes of lessening the ache against your temple, you heard a sudden movement coming from your window. Looking toward the source of the sound, you let out a gasp at seeing Nightwing enter your bedroom.

He looks at your haggard form through his mask and gently calls out your name, “Darling, you look awful. Why didn’t you tell me that you were sick?”

“Wha- wha- what? My- my n-name, how you…know it?” Your fever was definitely making your mind feel a little woozy. Why else would you suddenly conjure up image of the hot vigilante of Gotham City in your room?

Despite how you were 75% sure that this was a fever dream, something about Nightwing felt very real to you. When he joins you in your bed, you felt the mattress actually dip down with his added weight as he places his gloved hand on your face, “Ssssh, don’t speak. You sound awful and your whole body is burning up.”

His touch seems to linger on your skin, and you had to slap his hand away before telling him with a slur, “Hands off meeeee!! I have a very handsome boyfrieeend and he could kick your ass!!”

Nightwing was not fazed by your words, seeming to find great amusement in them when he lets out a chuckle, “Oh believe me, I know about you and your boyfriend.”

He finally gets off the bed, running a hand through his jet black hair while you respond, “Good! Because Dick Grayson is a fucking god and I love him so fucking much!!” Just thinking about your boyfriend made tears form against your eyes when you begin to whine to Nightwing, “God, I really wish Dick was here right now so that he could take care of me and spoil meeeeeee. Ugh, I feel so sick!! But at the same time, I don’t wanna be a shitty girlfriend and get HIM sick!!”

Nightwing lets out a tiny chuckle, “Don’t worry babe, that’s why I’m here.” He playfully ruffles your hair before stepping out of your room, seeming to know the way to your kitchen when you heard some noises coming from it.

After waiting for ten minutes, Nightwing finally returns to your room with a tray containing a steaming hot bowl of soup, some medicine, and a glass of water. He sets the tray on the nightstand and holds the bowl of soup, “Here, you need to eat before taking your medicine. I’ll feed you.”

The soup smelled delicious, yet you were hesitant to allow Nightwing to feed you because he wasn’t Dick. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

You could tell that he was rolling his eyes at you, “Well your boyfriend is busy right now and can’t take care of you, so I have to.”

“Don’t talk shit about Dick!”

“I’m not talking shit, I just want you to let me take care of you!”

“You’re an ass-” A spoon filled with lukewarm broth cuts off your words, and you practically moan at how good the soup tasted against your tongue. It wasn’t too heavy and the warmth felt heavenly against your empty stomach.

No longer arguing with Nightwing, you allow him to feed you, and you end up finishing the soup in just a few minutes. Feeling a bit better with some sustenance in your system, you wipe your moist lips with the back of your hand and look up at Nightwing, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” The handsome hero was smiling now when he takes out two pills for you. Holding out the green gel tablets with the glass of water in his other hand, you see Nightwing lift his eyebrow in question, “So can you be a big girl and take these by yourself, or do you need my help?”

You manage to glare at him weakly for teasing you, “I can t-take them!” You hold out a hand to him, making him drop both tablets on your hand. Placing both pills in your mouth, you take the glass of water from his hand and take a big gulp from it-

Only to have both pills come out of your mouth as you choked a bit on the water. Several painful coughs came out of your mouth, causing Nightwing to let out an exasperated sigh at your antics. “You idiot, you’re supposed to take them one at a time.”

He takes the pills and glass of water from you, shocking you when he places the pills in his mouth before drinking the water. Leaning down, he grasps at your chin with his strong hand before suddenly kissing you. Your gasp was all he needed to transfer the pills and copious amount of water into your mouth, helping you swallow the medication when he moves the pills and water down your throat with the tip of his tongue.

With the medication finally in your system, you pull away from the sort of kiss to shyly look at Nightwing with a blush on your face, “Y-You kiss like my boyfriend does.”

His chuckle was filled with an unbidden mirth, “Is that so? Your boyfriend must be quite the lady’s man, then.”

“He is, but he promised me that he was mine and mine alone.” You let out a sleepy yawn, feeling your eyelids turn heavy when you continue, “Shit, Richard’s gonna be so mad at me when I tell him Nightwing kissed me. I gotta be truthful or else he’s gonna break up with me…”

“He won’t be too mad at you. I just helped you take your medicine.” Nightwing then coaxes you to lie down, throwing the blankets around your form before placing a kiss against your forehead, “Now sleep, sweetheart. And get better soon.”

You were close to dozing off when Nightwing stepped toward your window, ready to jump out of it when you hoarsely called out to him, “Nightwing?”

His back stiffens at the sound of your voice, “Yes?”

“You remind me…of Dick Grayson. I love him so much…”

He chuckles and looks back at you, “I love you too, [Name].”

Before you could ask him why he loved you, Nightwing was long gone as he escaped from your room through your window. His words made your cheeks heat up, and you found yourself falling asleep with a smile on your face.

Whether this was all a fever dream or not, you knew that this night would be an unforgettable one for you.

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Sinking

Archie X Reader

Summary: Archie and his girlfriend are taking a swim in Sweet Water River, but Archie doesn’t know that Y/N can’t swim very well. 

With the sun beaming through the trees, we slowly strolled through the forest by Sweet Water River. Hands intertwined and soft smiles graced on our faces. It was only my second date with Archie Andrews, he’d suggested we go for a picnic, while in the height of summer. Riverdale hadn’t had a day this hot in years. It had seemed the last year had been covered by a storm cloud during the investigation of Jason Blossoms death. But soon after it was over and winter had passed, the sun grew hot again.

I could feel the sheen layer of sweat covering my body as we walked through the woodlands. Archie had taken it upon himself to disregard his shirt, insisting it was due to the ‘unbearable’  heat, but I had an inkling he was just trying to impress me.

His hands clutch mine a little tighter as we reach the rivers edge. Archie released Vegas from his leash and let him run around in the grass. I smile at Archie and take a blanket from the basket and place it by the bank right in the suns heat.

“Is here okay Arch?”  I ask not really seeking an answer as I’ve already sat down.

“Yeah here’s perfect” he retorts letting out a breathy laugh, sitting beside me on the blanket. He reaches into the picnic basket retrieving strawberries and cakes. Vegas soon came running back as soon as he caught sight of food, jumping on us in excitement.

“Vegas, sit down boy, good boy” Archie commands the dog stroking his ears. I place a strawberry in my mouth closing my eyes looking up to the sun. I sigh in content and feel Archie’s breath hit my neck. I open my eyes to be met by Archie inches away from my face. A small smile laces its way onto my face as I close the gap pressing my lips against him. Being close to him sent tingles up my spine. We had only kissed a handful of times, but each time we did my stomach erupted in butterflies.

We stayed like that for around half an hour, just laughing, eating and sharing short but meaningful kisses. The sun only seamed to beam hotter rays by each passing hour. Archie fanned himself before looking into the water longingly.

“Let’s go for a swim” he states randomly

“What? I um- I don’t think that’s a good idea” I say shaking my head, nervously.

“Why, it’s boiling out here, what’s the point in sitting in the heat when we can cool ourselves off?” he laughs and stands up removing his shorts and shoes and gesturing for me to do the same. I reluctantly pull down my shorts, leaving my top on, slipping out of my shoes, taking Archie’s hand following him to the water.

I dip my toes in feeling the cold water pour over them.

“Come on, we won’t go in far” I nod my head towards Archie and follow him further into the water. We reach waist deep and I feel comfortable, but Archie insists we keep going.

“Arch, I can’t g-“

“Come on just a little further” He coaxes, pulling by my waist onto his back, I cling onto his neck as he swims further into the river. He pulls me round his body so I’m facing him, he had gone a lot further away from the bank than I would like, but my mouth couldn’t utter the words how afraid I was. I held onto Archie’s neck tightly as he kicked his legs to keep a-float.

“I feel like you’re enjoying clinging onto me for dear life, is it just because I took my top off?” he laughs, I ease the tension by laughing along.

“Oh of course Archiekins” I giggle, just then a strong wash of water came flooding over us, tearing me apart from Archie’s body.

My body sets into panic, my limbs flailing around. I feel myself slipping under the water, accidentally inhaling water into my lungs. Everything around me goes black as my body relaxes passing out and floating with the current.

-       Archie’s POV       -

I look around for Y/n but can’t see her anywhere.

“Y/N!! Can you hear me!?” I cry out thrashing in the water. Vegas starts barking his head pointing across the river. I look and see Y/N’s floating body in the water. I swim over to her as fast as my body and the current will take me and drag her onto my back swimming back to the bank. Her body lay still and limp.

“y/n” I repeat shaking her chest repetitively trying to wake her. I check her pulse and notice it’s worryingly low. Following the CPR procedure I pump on her chest trying to get her breathing again. Water spouts out of her mouth and she coughs frantically sitting up gasping for air.

“Y/n. God are you okay?” I ask caressing her cheeks. She jumps forward kissing my lips clinging onto my shoulders again. I deepen the kiss sliding my hands down her back to bring her closer to me. She pulls away coughing slightly again, breathless but smiling.

“You saved me” she stated wide eyed.

“We’ll obviously I’m not gonna let my girlfriend drown am I?” I smirk at her placing my forehead on hers. All of a sudden we’re attacked my Vegas jumping on the pair of us knocking us to the ground. Both of us laughing I stroke the dog telling him to sit. I wrap the blanket around y/n not wanting her to catch a chill.

-       Y/n’s POV          -

Archie wraps the blanket around me before shaking on his shorts and pulling his tee shirt over his head. He gets a hoodie out from the basket and hands it to me. I take off my wet shirt replacing it with the fluffy warm jumper. I pull my shorts back up my legs, retrieving the items from the picnic and packing them up. We both stand and Archie takes my hand again as we walk through the woods and back to his car.

Anonymous asked: Can I give you a prompt? Bellamy decides to have fun with the rest of the kids one night and drunkenly tells Clarke that he wants to have her babies (yes HE wants to have HER babies). And he can be like dead serious about it when he says it or smiling goofy or whatever - you can decide what kind of drunk he is. And then maybe Clarke is sober or not as drunk as he is so she has to deal with responding (or not responding) to his confession and then facing him the next day.

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Aquaphobia

Inspired by this: ask for fics where Sherlock has aquaphobia


Deep waters, Sherlock, all your life …



It’s summer, and it’s unbearably hot.

Sherlock is only wearing his swimming trunks, while he crouches in the dried up grass and carefully takes a little brown frog in his hand.

Redbeard sits beside him, panting loudly.

Sherlock curiously holds the hand with the frog in it before his face. He laughs, when the frog walks a bit on his hand and it feels lightly slimy.
He looks at Redbeard.
“Come on Redbeard, we must bring him to the pond! This is no grass frog, it’s a sea frog. He can’t stay in this heat.”

Sherlock carefully closes his hand around the little frog and runs to the nearby pond. Redbeard follows him with a happy bark.

The pond has lost water because of the heat, but it’s still big and deep.

Sherlock slowly walks a bit into the water. Until it reaches his knees. It’s wonderfully cool and he giggles when Redbeard runs wildly into the pond and spatters him with water.

Sherlock puts the frog in the water, and watches how it swims away quickly.
“Bye, froggy,” he murmurs and smiles.
And then he hears it.
Voices. Coming nearer.
He frowns and swallows, when he sees a group of young boys walking to the pond. Their attention is on a gameboy one of them holds in his hands. They are laughing and shoving each other around.

Sherlock knows them.
They are two classes above him and they aren’t very fond of him.
Sometimes, they steal his lunch or his books from the library. And when the mood strikes them, they shove Sherlock around between them for a while.

Sherlock hopes they aren’t going to notice him.

Suddenly, Redbeard barks loudly, but friendlily and the boys look up.

The one at the front, big for his age and with tangled, sweaty, blond hair, Tom White, sees Sherlock and smiles spitefully.
“Look what we have here,” he says loudly, and the other boys look up from the gameboy. “The little freak is in the water. What are you doing in there, weirdo? Are you looking for your relatives?”
The other boys laugh, altough Sherlock doesn’t find the statement very funny or smart.

“Leave me alone,” Sherlock says and points at Redbeard. “I have my dog with me!”

A few of the boys swallow nervously when they see the big Irish Setter in the water, but Tom just laughs amused. “Your dog is like a big sheep, weirdo. Look. Come here, doggie, come here!” He whistles and Redbeard points his ears. In the next moment he jumps out of the water with his tale wagging. He runs to the boys and they laugh loudly.

Sherlock feels a lump in his throat.
It’s true, Redbeard isn’t a very good dog for protection.
He hopes that the boys won’t have enough energy to deal with him further.
But he hopes in vain.

Tom pats Redbeard between his earth and grins snidely. “Yeah, look at your dumb dog. I bet he would lick my hand even if I slapped him!”

Sherlock feels anger rising up in him. He balls his hands to fists. “Leave my dog alone,” he says. “Or I … I’ll tell your mother about the stealing!”

Tom looks at him sharply, and his look darkens. “What do you mean, weirdo?”

“I know that you steal money from her. For your cigarettes and …”

He doesn’t get any further. Suddenly Tom walks to him very quickly, with his hands balled into fists.
Sherlock moves back, suddenly he’s scared. He moves back until the water is nearly up to his belly button.

“You aren’t going to tell her anything, freak!” Tom yells at him and grabs him by the shoulders. “Or I’m going to be very unpleasent!”

The other boys come nearer too, they grin.
“Teach him a lesson, Tom!” One of them says and laughs. 

“Yeah, I should do that,” Tom says and grins. “Hold his dog,” he advises the boys, and then he grabs a handful of Sherlock’s curls. Before Sherlock can do or say anything, Tom shoves his head under water violently.

Cold. It’s so cold.
And dark. Sherlock can’t see anything. He can hear a loud swoosh and laughing somewhere in the distance.
He holds his breath, and feels how fear rises up in him.
He struggles against the hands which hold him down, but he’s not strong enough.
He starts to feel uncomfortable, a pain begins in his chest.
And then, he panics.
His lungs begin to burn, as his body begins to scream for air in earnest.
He can’t … He needs to breathe, he needs to breathe, he needs to …
Sherlock feels like his lungs would burst the next second, he screams under water, he …

And then he is pulled up.

Suddenly, there’s air around him again.
He gasps for breath, and everything is burning inside him. Everything …

He is dragged onto the grass and falls into it.
Hyperventialting.

Faint voices are around him, Redbeard is barking.

“Uhm, don’t you think you have overdone it a bit Tom?”
“Oh shut up, the little weirdo deserves it, Sam!”
“Yeah, but …”
“Shut up, I said! Let’s go.”

Suddenly, Tom’s shadow is above Sherlock, and the older boy whispers into his ear: “You are not going to tell this to anyone, you understand? If you tell anyone about this, I’m going to kill your stupid dog. My father buys rat poison every month, I could just give your dog a nice sausage with the poison in it …”

“No,” Sherlock gasps breathlessly. Tears flow over his face. “No …”

“Do what I say. I’m warning you, weirdo.”
And then Tom is gone.
They’re all gone.

Sherlock lays in the grass and gasps for breath. Crying, trembling, still full of panic.

Redbeard suddenly licks his face and whines quietly.

Sherlock stares at the blue, cloudless sky above him and cries.

Since then, he could never go into the water again.

*

Aquaphobia, is the term for it, he learns when he tries to find out why he suddenly can’t bear being in deep water.
Caused by a traumatic experience.

And from now on Sherlock stays out of the swimming pool. Out of ponds and rivers.

Because every time he thinks about going into the water, he remembers.
Remembers the panic, the cold and the dark.
His struggle. The pain in his lungs.
The feel of dying in darkness.

And he can’t. He simply can’t.

*

John is in the well, and it fills with water quickly.

John is in the well full of rising water, Sherlock stands above and nearly hyperventilates.

“John,” he stutters, “Oh God, John.”

“Sherlock!” John calls out of the well, the water has already reached his shoulders. “Sherlock, is someone coming?!”

“Yes,” Sherlock says and swallows. “Yes, yes … I called for help and … “

“Okay, all right,” John says, and obviously tries to stay calm. “Everything is going to be all right, Sherlock.”

This makes Sherlock flinch, and he shakes his head in disbelief. “How can you say that? You are the one in the well!”

“Yeah,” John says and laughs warily. “I’m the one in the well. Oh Fuck, it’s so fucking cold. I can’t feel my legs!”

Cold …
So cold …

Sherlock closes his eyes. Memories climb up in him, grab for him …
NO! He shouts at himself. Not now, John needs help, my help, John …

“Help will be here soon, John,” he says, and hopes he’s right.

The water is now at John’s neck, and Sherlock can see how John stretches his body, to stay on the surface.

Oh God …

“Sherlock,” John coughs, “If this … If this isn’t going to end well, I want you to know something!”

“Shut up, John,” Sherlock says, and feels how he is slowly getting desperate. There are still no sirens to hear in the distance … “Everything will be all right!”

“I hope so, I really hope so, but …” And then, John’s mouth is suddenly full of water and he coughs violently.

“JOHN!” Sherlock screams, and he sees, how the water still rises, how John’s struggle weakens …

I need to do something!
I need to …
Jump into the water.
Hold John over water.

Oh God.

Sherlock stares into the dark water. Dark. Cold. Memories …
His lungs burning.
The feeling of drowning …
Pain.

Then he looks at John, who gasps for air desperately.

Into the water …

There are no boys who are going to push you under.
There’s just John.
John who is drowning.
John, who needs your help.

John.

And just when he can hear the faint sound of a siren, Sherlock jumps into the well.

Then the water surrounds him and it’s so cold, that he gasps out of shock.

He pushes the feel of panic, the urge to get out, aside and moves to John, who seems to be close to passing out.
He grabs John under his arms and lifts him, as high as the chains let him.
Then, he paddles on the spot and holds John’s face above water.

John opens his eyes and looks at him weakly.

“You idiot,” he mumbles and smiles faintly. “What are you doing here? Do you want to drown with me?”

“No one of us is going to drown,” Sherlock says grimly. “Help is coming and everything is going to be all right, John.”

“Sherlock,” John whispers and sighs. Then he really passes out.
Sherlock can feel how his body goes slack in his grip.
He swallows when he noticeshow the water rises again.
How long, until …

And then, a bright light suddenly shines into his eyes from above.

“Sherlock!” Lestrade’s voice. Worried. “Sherlock, John, can you hear me?”

“Here!” Sherlock yells. “Get us out of this bloody well already!”

And then, someone comes to them with a rope and pliers.

While Sherlock still holds John’s limp body in his arms, they cut the chains, and finally, they are pulled out of the cold water.

*

Later, when they sit on a stretcher together, side by side, wrapped in blankets, Sherlock says quietly to John, “Did you know, that I have suffered from a case of aquaphobia since I was a child?”
“No, no I didn’t. Oh wow, Sherlock …”
“Yeah. Thanks for curing it, Doctor.”

And they laugh together.



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Yesterday, Mom got to telling me about her childhood summer vacations. “Those were the most unbearable months of the entire year,” she said. “We never went anywhere. We had no Netflix or Hulu, no air conditioning, nothing. We just sat around the house in that heat for three months.”

When she got to high school, she remembered she had relatives in the capitol and went to stay with them. One of them had a fully air conditioned house. She called it paradise, and slept until noon.

Her story got me thinking of all the ways we have to entertain ourselves these days. We can binge watch whatever we want. We’ve got video games and the internet and books. We can hop in a car and drive to McDonalds down the street for hamburgers and sundaes.

And I guess I had this feeling that I don’t appreciate all of that enough. I let laziness keep me from taking advantage of these things. I could do so much in one day, but I don’t.

So when Mom went into the kitchen to make dinner, I stood up and told her I wanted to help. Dinner got made twice as fast, I got in some rice practice, and I observed how to prepare ground beef (sofrito, oregano, garlic, pimientos, tomato sauce, salt).

A new experience. A productive experience! Something I ought to strive for every day in this life I have full of entertainment.

As for today, there’s a ton of thesis work to get done, so I’ll catch y'all later.

anonymous asked:

Could I request maybe zelink with Zelda pregnant and Link being all cute and protective :3

Yep!! You didn’t specify which incarnation so I’m gonna go with BOTW!

Zelda decides that Summer is the worst. Clothes already are uncomfortable enough as they are rubbing against the large swell of her stomach. The heat makes them nearly unbearable. She tucks her golden locks into a tight bun on her head, wondering for a moment about just hacking them off before she slips out the backdoor with a sigh.

Zelda manages an awkward shuffle to sit upon the ground with a groan. She sighs. “Soon.” She dips her feet into the pond next to their house. Her palm rubs across her belly and she smiles. “Soon, little one, and I shall be happy to hold you.”

“Do you often talk to yourself?” Link’s voice lifts from the dusk lit air and she glances his way.

“Yes.” She answers, pinching her face at him. “Only this time, I am speaking to your son.”

“Oh, so it’s a boy now?” Link laughs and joins her by the pond after depositing his equipment by the door. He steps out of his boots and into the water with a shiver. “Water’s cold, darling. Should you really have your feet in it?”

Zelda rolls her eyes. “Yours seem to be doing just fine.” She flicks water at him with her foot and shuffles closer to the edge. “In fact, I was thinking of taking a dip.”

Link pulls a face. “The doctor said that your water might break at anytim–” Her hands squish his cheeks and he peers into her annoyed green eyes.

“Sweetheart,” she says in a sweet and dangerous voice, “help me shimmy out of my dress.”

“Yes, dear!”

Summer in Arizona (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Originally posted by hopeanddoubts

Pairing: Anthony Ramos X Reader

Requested?: Day Four of Write-a-thon! :)

Prompt: Anthony decides to visit you in Phoenix.

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Arizona heat, and Fluff!

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The one thing you hated the most about living in Arizona was the heat

I mean, yeah you live thousands of miles away from friends, family, and your loving boyfriend of four years, but that had nothing on the hellish pain at Arizona’s dry heat waves. From late-April to Mid-September, the temperature will skyrocket between 110 and 115 degrees down in the valley. It’s basically hell compared to the chilly weather back in your home state of New York. It didn’t help that the AC in your dorm was busted so you were stuck rooming with your cousin Natasha until the AC was fixed, which won’t be for some time. Natasha, being the wonderful young woman that you knew and loved, allowed you to stay with her rent-free since she gave you the benefit of the doubt since you had an online summer semester to complete because of the barbaric English Literature degree you had chosen to study. Everyone pitied you and this life choice.

It was mid-June. The weather was clear skies and unbearable heat. The professors at NAU (Northern Arizona University) finally came to their senses and decided to cancel the classes for the rest of the week, and most of the teachers are leaving for the summer around this time. You needed a few days of relaxation from that horrid project you had for your English Literature class. You only had three plans today; eat fast food all day, play all your video games, and call your boyfriend. You didn’t get to talk to Anthony, your boyfriend, in about three days. The longest you went without calling or texting him was about three weeks because of mid-terms. You felt bad that you couldn’t call him or any of your friends often. Living all the away across the country wasn’t the best decision you’ve made since you graduated high school. 

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Leonardo's invasion

Night fell on the city gently and lovingly. The daytime sun had been a harsh mistress and the urban jungle was feeling the scorch of early summer heat.

Already, in these late months of spring, the asphalt was hot enough to blister. The blasts of sunlight reflecting off the roofs of passing cars near Times Square was like a laser beam to the retina. It was so early the season, and all too soon the heat was becoming unbearable.

Escaping the Dantes Inferno like atmosphere, The tall human woman was tending her rooftop garden. Which had grown to monstrous size in these past few weeks. With additions of vegetables, more nocturnal beds, aloe and other succulents, hide outs for Pumpkin to cool herself down, and even some water features and a small pond. For privacy, trellises and flowering vines gave natural curtains from prying eyes.

It was a modern day Eden.

Even the energy here was drastically different than the apartment. This space was a living, breathing testimony to thriving in the most unlikely of places.

Wearing a long wrap around skirt that hugged every curve of her waist and generous hips, and a tank top that made her feel like she wasn’t sweating to death, the female tending her garden was brushing a bit of dirt off her hands when she stood up. She smiled to herself when she heard the pond frogs and cicadas start their evening chorus.

The air was thick with perfume of lilacs and jasmine. It made her cheeks burn slightly thinking of who inspired the recent additions of lilacs.

Turning around to check on the hibiscus the redhead let out a startled squeak. No matter how good her situational awareness was, a ninja could shatter that confidence. Raph was on patrol tonight so she wasn’t expecting visitors. Much less the one standing before her.

Leonardo was the groups leader. He was also more affectionately know as ‘Fuckwad’ from her man. Raph and Leo didn’t often see eye to eye on things like leadership, or fighting rotations, or training, or well… anything.

“Fuck Leo! You scared me half to death.” The flustered woman exclaimed. Immediately she regretted saying the ‘F word’ in front of him. It’s not like he’s never heard it before, (given who he lived with) but the thing was Leo never swore. So, out of respect she tried to watch her language in front of him. She thought it really fucking odd he never swore, but she didn’t dog the male out over it either. He was always such the gentleman, especially in manner of speech.

His towering, well muscled frame took half a step towards her and made a courteous bow of his head. “My deepest apologies. I didn’t mean to. I would have called if I had a way. Forgive me?”

Slightly shaking herself from the rush of adrenaline, the female regained her composure. “Yeah, of course. No worries.” Looking around she told the leader in blue, “Uh, Raphs not here if you’re looking for him. He’s on rotation tonight so..”

Clearing his throat the mutant sheepishly replied, “No, I know. I’m the one who makes the schedule. I actually came to see you if that’s alright?”

The wind picked up at that moment and made the tall grasses in the planters sway and rustle giving a serene moment to help break the tension forming.

Never had she been alone with another male since her monogamous commitment to Raphael. It felt like a violation to have anyone else in her personal space while she was alone at night. As if to further prove her point, Pumpkin the cat chose to sit at the woman’s feet and growl at the offending turtle. The feline wasn’t exactly shy about her dislike of him either. She was Raphs kitten after all.

“Um, alright… can I get you something to drink? We can talk over in the cabanas.” The woman said leading the way to the seating area.

It felt especially strange having Leo come to take a seat in the plush U shaped platform with the oversized shade umbrellas and curtains flowing on bamboo frames. It felt like he was invading a scared space. Raph and her built this custom extravagance with their own hands. It was however, the only seating large enough to accommodate a plus four hundred pound turtle. So here they were.

Fireflies danced in the humid air and a pitcher of mint cucumber water sat on a tray between them. Glasses with ice were filled and a thanks was mumbled. Like a heavy molasses, uncomfortable silence stretched between the mutant and the human as they sipped the cold water.

Breathing in deep and closing his eyes in that thoughtful way of his, Leonardo seemed to be meditating. Y/N didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Her eyes glanced around and she was glad to have something to occupy her hands. She was a nervous fidgeter.

When she thought she was going to scream from the waiting, finally Leo opened his blue eyes and trained them right on Raphs female.

It was unnerving for her. She had never been the sole focus of his attention before and it was startling. His gaze was deep and piercing. The kind of stare that a male had when he could look right through you, and already he knew your deepest secrets. The kind of stare that stripped you bare and vulnerable.

“Raph comes home smelling like this place. Of earth, and fresh growing things. Of things other than city grime and sewer. The other night the smell of fresh basil lingered on him for hours. I was so jealous I wanted to choke him.” Softly, a smile curved Leo’s lips as he made his confession.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. When he comes over we usually spend most of our time out here. No one can really see in and I’m already stuck inside most of the day. So… yeah…” The female said. Her reply was somewhat sheepish because she still didn’t really know where any of this was coming from. Or where it was headed.

The frogs chirped and the wooden wind chimes could be heard on the other end of the canopy. Long flowing curtains around the platform seemed to be moved by invisible hands as they danced in the breeze.

Y/N was really starting to squirm now. This setting, this environment, it was all too intimate, it was all too much. She was really kicking herself at the moment for lighting all the citronella candles when she first came out here some hours earlier.

Just what a girl needs when shes hosting her boyfriends brother in the middle of the night. Fucking candlelight ambiance.

For fucks sake. Could this get anymore awkward?

“Look, Leo. Are you okay?” She didn’t mean to be so abrupt, but the tension was killing her.

Ever graceful, ever cool Leo just smiled again and looked away. “Yeah. I’m good. I just… sometimes..”

“If it’s alright with you, if it would be no intrusion… could I spend some time up here? In your gardens? After being stuck down below for so long, you start to long for the world above. Especially when it’s close enough for you to be reminded of its fragrance.” He took that opportunity to look her in the eyes again as he asked his question. Her throat went dry at his focus on her.

God damn. She’d never seen Leo like this before. Like a starving man asking for a crumb as of it were a filet mignon. How in the hell was she supposed to shut down a request like that and still sleep at night?

“Oh.. uh.. I don’t mind. Let me talk to Raph. Maybe there’s a way we can work out a night a week you can come up here while we are in. Or something.” Not knowing how to add in that it would have be to something the three of them agreed upon.

So Raph didn’t field dress his poor brother.

Like a phantom he was up in front on her and picking up her hand to lay a gentle kiss upon it. Like someone bit her, Y/N jumped back.

“A thousand times I thank you. I don’t think you could ever possibly imagine how much this means to me. I’ll come back in a few days after you and Raphael have talked it out to see where we all stand. From the bottom of my heart I cannot thank you enough.”

Gliding in that animalistically smooth way of the mutants, Leo was already to the roofs edge when he stopped. Turning his head to the side he called over his shoulder, “You are an angel among mortals. I can see why he’s so taken with you.”

Leaping over the brick, like a whisper in a graveyard he was gone into the night.

And she just agreed to let him come back?

Damn her bleeding heart.

Damn it straight to Hell.

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