the hot flood

Drive By

Jax x Reader where the reader gets shot but Jax has to leave her.

Originally posted by nikitassoul

As you’re talking to Gemma, you look around the room, a content smile on your lips. Everyone in the clubhouse makes up part of your family, and you couldn’t be happier to be part of such a wonderful, yet slightly psychotic, group of people. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I’m really glad he’s got you, sweetheart. There’s nobody else I’d rather have as my future daughter in law.” Gemma says, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. Before you can respond, glass smashing fills your ears, loud continuous bangs adding to the sound.

“Everybody down!” Chibs roars, the people in the clubhouse dropping like flies, trying to find cover. Gemma pulls you down, your body paralysed with shock as the bullets continue to smash through the walls, eyes searching to find your boyfriend, wanting to know he’s okay.

You spot Jax crouched on the floor, his brows knitted in worry as his eyes find yours. He shakes out of Chibs’ grasp, swiftly yet skillfully making his way over to you, sheltering your body with his own as you grip his shirt, the warmth and scent of him calming you slightly.

After what feels like forever, the bullets stop, motorcycles revving as the shooters leave the lot, the sound getting further and further away before it eventually disappears from your hearing.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, his hands cradling his face as he watches you with concern. You nod your head shakily, forcing a small smile, your body revving with adrenaline.

“Jax, her leg.” You frown in confusion as Gemma speaks, you and Jax both turning your attention to your leg, blood seeping through your jeans. The adrenaline wears off as you begin to feel your injury, your lower leg throbbing painfully.

“Jesus christ.” Jax pulls his knife from its case hanging from his waist, carefully cutting your jeans, his hands ripping the denim until your leg is freed. Without the barrier, blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole below your knee, your eyes scrunching closed as white hot pain floods through your whole body.

“Jackie boy,” You force yourself to open your eyes, your sight misty with tears as Chibs stands over Jax’s shoulder, the blonde haired biker completely focused on you. “Cops will be here, soon. Jarry said they’re gonna cuff us if there’s anymore shit this week.”

Gemma squeezes your hand reassuringly, your forehead sweating as you try to ignore the pulsing agony, Jax looking completely torn. “I can’t just leave her, Chibs. She’s been fucking shot!”

“Yes, you can.” you groan, pushing yourself to sit up properly. Jax shakes his head defiantly, but you speak before he get his words out. “You’ve gotta go, babe.”

“She’s right, darlin’. I’ll look after her, get her to St Thomas.” Gemma adds, knowing that no matter how much Jax wants to stay with you, he’s no good to anybody locked up. Jax looks between the three of you, his jaw locked in anger.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Willing yourself not to cry, you try to adjust your leg, biting your lip so hard you can taste the blood. Sirens begin to sound in the distance, the other members coming to stand by Jackson, urgency on their faces.

“Fuck.” Jax curses, Gemma leaving your side to move to Jax’s position, fatigue beginning to slip over you, your head dizzy from the blood loss. “Look after her, mom.”

You rest your head on the wall behind you, closing your eyes yet trying to stay conscious. A pair of lips kiss your head, Jax’s aftershave filling your nostrils. You try to smile, forcing your eyes to open as you look up at your old man. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll come and see you as soon as I can.” he responds, stroking your cheek protectively. You nod, a tired smile on your lips as you do so.

You don’t realise that you’ve passed out until you come to in a hospital room, the smell of bleach almost burning your nose. You move your head to the side, the chair next to your temporary bed vacant, though voices can be heard outside the room.

You try to ignore the needle in your hand, the sight making your stomach turn as you shift your legs, a hiss leaving your lips as you do so. Fucking bullet.

The door opens, a sigh of relief leaving you at the sight of your boyfriend, the concern in his eyes unable to be missed. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he shuts the door behind him.

“Everything okay?” you ask, your voice slightly croaky as you talk. He nods in confirmation, his feet moving him over to your bedside as he leans down to kiss you, his fingertips moving your hair out of your face.

“M'sorry.” he says once he pulls away, sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand being held in his as he strokes your skin soothingly. You shush him, shaking your head, just happy he’s safe and well.“We dealt with the problem.”

“I’m sure you did.” you respond cheekily, squeezing his hand. He smirks, bringing your fingertips up to his mouth and kissing them individually. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. You lost a lot of blood, babe, but doc said you can come home tonight as long as you promise to rest.” You roll your eyes, the sound of lying in bed and doing nothing completely unappealing to you, especially since you know Jax won’t be home with you.

“So, no sex?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. He runs his tongue across his lower lip, and you can just tell he’s thinking about the night before, the two of you completely tangled in one another as you reached sweet bliss over and over.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re feeling needy, darlin’.” he says, cradling your face between his hands as he watches you, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’m always needy for you, Teller.”

A/N - Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, thank you for your amazing support even through my mini break, it means the world. This was a bit of a random idea lol but hope you enjoyed! Xx

thisismylameassname  asked:

Okay, so, I've said this before... but: I noticed that Matt and Lance's brother looks similar (Hair/Skin- wise) and, imagine when Voltron gets Matt back, Lance just suddenly starts crying and hugging Matt. Matt is all, "Lol, wyd, k..."



It was like seeing a ghost. The boy in front of him was like a figment from the past, someone he’d been dreaming about night after night as he lost track of the passage of time in the endless empty void of space.

Leo. Leo with his shaggy dark hair, resting wildly at the nape of his neck. Leo with his sharp face and lopsided grin. Lance’s brother.

Rationality told him it wasn’t Leo, of course. It was Matt Holt. He could see it in the lightness of his skin and hair, in his height, in the fact that Pidge currently had a vice grip around his waist. But that didn’t stop hot, raw emotion from flooding his chest. It didn’t stop the tears prickling in his eyes.

Shiro was hugging Matt now, and they were speaking softly in choked but laughing tones. Pidge still clung to him, tears streaming down her face, babbling her joy unintelligibly.

“Lance,” Hunk’s voice was at his ear, soft but insistent. “Are you okay, man?”

Lance found himself surging forward, his throat burning, his chest tight. He remembered the last time he’d seen Leo, a family visit at the Garrison. He remembered him ruffling his hair, congratulating him on him on making fighter class, teasing him ceaselessly. He remembered the brief but tight hug he’d received as they made their leave.

Without thinking, just as Shiro distangled himself from Matt, Lance threw him arms around him in a crushing hug.

“Woah,” the word came in a shocked breath from Matt. “Uh… hello. Um, it’s Lance, right?”

Lance ignored him for a moment, thinking of his own brother, how he so wished he had hugged him tighter and longer when he saw him last, how he wished he’d kissed his mother’s cheek or lifted his sister off her feet. For a moment he poured his emotion into Matt Holt.

He moved back, slowly, flushing as embarrassment started to wash over him. “Um, yeah,” he rasped, his voice strangled with tears. “Lance. It’s, uh… good to finally see you.”

Matt gave him a genuine if slightly uncomfortable smile, and Pidge eyed him curiously but withheld comment. He felt Shiro’s hand rest on his shoulder and flashed his leader a sheepish smile.

He was glad Pidge had found her brother. He was so proud of her strength and so overjoyed that she could finally be with Matt again.

And he was only the tiniest bit jealous.

Image (Taehyung/Reader)

Prompt: Hey they~ can I request an angst scenario where reader and taehyung are both idols and are forced to date for public. It’s up to you on how you want to end it. Thank you! 😊

Genre: Angst

Words: 3.4k+

Author: Admin Meyg

Originally posted by bloodsweatearss

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The super soldier returns from a difficult mission, and you witness a side of Captain America that not many can or will see.

“Close to You” (Rihanna)

A/N: I wrote this a few months ago as a self-reminder that it’s okay to be sad and angry. Posting this is my way of letting that moment go. - j. x

“Well done, everyone. Today…” Tony lets out a heavy sigh and rubs his tired eyes. “Today was rough. But we did what we had to do,” he continues, his voice straining with effort. “Let’s get some rest, team.”

Steve waits until everyone shuffles into their respective suites to raise his arm and clap a hand on Tony’s shoulder, wincing at the pain the movement creates. “Hey, I’m going to head out for a bit… Clear my head,” he mutters.

Tony gives him an exhausted but bright smile. “Going to see (Y/N)?”

“Yeah… Yeah.”

“Take the autopilot car. You can’t take the bike in your current state. And it’s late.”

Steve shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. Thanks, though.” He looks past Tony’s shoulder, making eye contact with Bucky. “Will you -”

The brunette super soldier shakes his head at him with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be okay. Go see her, man.”

Sending grateful nods at the two men, Steve backs up and heads to the garage, the light fading from his eyes until they’re dark and empty. He revs up the engine and rips through the dark of night. Tonight’s evening ride is different from previous rides because the bright lights of the city fail to cheer him up as he whizzes through the cars on the streets. The cathartic feeling of the wind whipping through his body doesn’t bring the comfort and thrill it normally does.

It’s only when he comes to a stop in front of the familiar apartment that the light slightly returns to his blue eyes. Gritting his teeth through the pain, Steve chains his motorcycle and clicks it locked. He pushes through the pain of the stairs, letting out a sigh once he finally stares at the dried rose wreath hanging on your door.

For the first time in a long time, a genuine smile cracks through Steve’s stony facade, and he poises his fist over the door.

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Learning to Ride

A while back @audreycritter and I were talking about Jason and bike riding which bloomed the idea for this story. Thanks so much Audrey for all your help getting me through this. : ) 

Words: 5,200

Rating: Gen

Summary:  Bruce was going to teach Jason how to ride a bike, but he’d died before they’d gotten to try. When Jason finds his bike in the attic Bruce decides it’s maybe time to try again.

Warnings: None

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Jason couldn’t remember why he’d gone up to the attic. There’d been a reason, he was sure, but whatever it had been was lost on him the moment he laid eyes on the bike. Unlike most everything else in the dimly lit space it was pristine. Not a speck of dust or dirt rested on it. The paint was as fresh and red as the day Jason had picked it out at the store. The tires were full and the chain looked brand new.

He reached out and touched his hand to the rubber grips on the handles, brushing his fingers over the rough edges of one of the bike’s only imperfections. The rubber was scuffed just so on the handle from where it had hit the concrete. If he reached down, he’d find a matching scruff on the hard plastic of the pedal. He’d been supposed to go out with Bruce to ride it. Instead he’d been late, caught up at a meeting. What it was for Jason couldn’t remember, he hadn’t cared enough at the time, only that it had ruined a promise. He’d wanted to show Bruce, show him what he’d missed out on, by learning himself.

He’d found out quickly that the bike was a bit too big for him, just like Bruce had warned him, and the weight of it had been too much. Too much to attempt riding, especially when he didn’t know how. Except he’d been so angry. So, he’d acted out, wanting to stir an emotion from Bruce, even if it wasn’t the one he actually needed. All he’d gotten for it was a scraped knee and a scuffed bike.

He had the distinct memory of shoving the bike against the brick of the shed he was supposed to keep it in and stomping inside. He’d blown past a worried Alfred and disheveled Bruce, just come back from his meeting, only half an hour late for their promised time.

He’d seethed with self loathing for the rest of the night. At falling. At scratching his new bike. At himself for not waiting for Bruce. He couldn’t get Bruce’s confused look out of his head, or his words twinged with hurt. He’d promised. He’d left early. He’d even come back. If only Jason had waited. There was still a faint scar on his knee from the accident. A little white line as a reminder of how impatience and hotheadedness could mess up something good.

“There you are, do you need some help finding the box?” Bruce’s voice, jarring in the way it was so normal, erased the lingering tones of hurt Jason had almost been able to hear moments ago.

Jason turned to look at him, Bruce had noticed the bike. A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “I remember when I got that for you.”

It hit him again how dusty everything else was. How the room was filled with the disused, old, and forgotten. His hand fell from the handle like it had burned him. His mind went back to the memorial, always in sight, always ready to bring fresh the memory of his death. And his room, the first time he’d walked in it had been like a tomb. Frozen in time. Not a thing moved from where he’d left it, socks draped over his chair, a book half open on the bed. There hadn’t been a speck of dust to be found there either, it had even smelled clean. Like lemon, the bright scent a burning contrast to the dreary weight of memory. A room should never smell like lemon.

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Morning After - GRAY

Originally posted by alittlepessimistic

 Alcohol running through her body, her heart beating to the rhythm of whatever song the DJ was playing, body moving on its own, and a pair of eyes watching her every move with hunger and a trail of jealousy. Soon enough, plump lips were attached to hers, kissing her feverishly and sucking the breath out of her lungs, then moving down to her neck to bring out of her lips sweet and tormented moans, which he always longed to hear from her, but never had the chance to.

 The stranger’s lips were still attached to her collarbone as they made their way stumbling into a bedroom which was unknown to her, this being her smallest problem at the moment. The room soon got filled with their hot, pleasure-filled moans and groans echoing throughout his bedroom. 

 In the morning she was woken up by the feeling of unbearable hotness. Opening her eyes, she couldn’t recognize the room she was in. Looking carefully around the room, tightly holding the duvet to her chest, her eyes finally landing on a photograph on the bedside table next to her, eyes going wide in shock as she recognized the man next to a beautiful, long-haired woman. On the second picture, the same couple was kissing. Her heart broke to thousands of pieces as memories from the previous night crept into her mind, remembering how the man from those pictures held her, kissed her, how he made her feel, how he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and how they made passionate love just a few hours prior. 

 She buried her face in her palms as memories from her teenage years came back and the feelings she had had for the man who was still sleeping beside her in the king-sized bed, the same man she had been in love with for several years, the man who had stolen her first kiss then a week after he had announced his relationship with some other girl. It took her quite some time to get over him. Just how did she end up in his bed? 

 Not wanting to be caught by him in his apartment when he wakes up, she slowly got out of his bed, gathered her clothes, got dressed up, and after opening some doors she found the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she looked into the mirror. Her reflection was all but joyous. Dark circles under her eyes threatened to flood her face (which was contorted because of her broken heart) with salty tears. 

 As she was about to leave the bathroom her eyes caught the sight of a sticky note on the side of the mirror:   

  I won’t see you ‘till the wedding ceremony on Saturday. I can’t wait to become your wifey. Love you!

The traces of her lips coated with red lipstick on the right down side of the note made her hate red lipstick even more than she already did.

 She felt like her insides were on fire, she had to get out of that apartment, she felt suffocated in there. She couldn’t look into his eyes, actually, she couldn’t look anyone in the eye in that moment. She felt dirty, like a whore. How could she sleep with a man who was about to get married in a few days? Why was life punishing her like this? Whatever god was above, must have hated her a lot.

 As she opened the door exiting the bathroom she silently prayed for the man to be still deep asleep.

 Her hopes came crashing down when she bumped into Sunghwa’s chest and if it weren’t for his quick reflex she would’ve ended up on the floor and with a bad headache.

 He held her close to his chest deeply staring into her wide eyes. She cursed in her head when she realized where she was and how close his lips were to hers, memories of their hot night once again flooding her mind, blinding her for a second.

 She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him away as reality hit her and realized what compromising position they were in. Taking a few steps away from him, she walked towards the door looking for her purse and hoping he wouldn’t follow her.

 "Where are you going?“ Sunghwa grabbed her hand. She looked back and met his questioning eyes which were holding some sadness, and desperation, maybe. She didn’t plan on finding out.

 Pulling her hand out of his grip in a swift movement she continued her way toward the door. “I asked something,” he was getting annoyed, however, her pain was stronger than to care about him.

 She turned back, “What do you expect me to do?” She looked at him expectantly, “I don’t plan on waiting till your girlfriend, oh wait, your soon-to-be wife comes and kicks me out calling me names,” the pain and hurt in her eyes killed him. He didn’t plan their first meeting to be like this.

 Ever since their first kiss at a gazebo he couldn’t forget how his heart had been beating the whole time, how her eyes had been shining in the moonlight, ha had wanted back then to confess his love but as always, he had been a coward and never followed his heart.

 Her words hurt him, at the same time he couldn’t imagine how hurt she must’ve been. His eyes were inspecting the rug beneath his feet as he tried to find the right words. “What?! Kitty got your tongue?” She asked sarcastically. “ Man up, Sunghwa!” She yelled at him.

 "Give me a chance,“ his voice was barely audible as he looked up at her with fear in his eyes.

 "Tsk…” she couldn’t believe her ears. “A chance, Sunghwa?” She grabbed his chin to direct his gaze to her face, “you’re a few years late,” though her voice was sad, she was determined not to let him lure her in.

 "Coward!“ She looked at him with rage and pity in her eyes. “How dare you ask me for a chance when you’re getting married in a few days?” She looked at him with disappointment.

 His eyes were yet again cast downwards, “How about the woman you’re supposed to love more than your own life? What about her?” She knew she was going overboard, yet she couldn’t help her anger, “Do you plan on keeping me as your side hoe?” Her face contorted at the thought, she was hurting herself more than him at this point.

 "Don’t say that,“ he begged silently, “I’ll call down the wedding if you give me a chan…” her hand came in contact with his face before she could give it a second thought. Her eyes went wide at the sound of her powerful slap, “Sorry…” she wanted to caress his red cheek when he softly grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

 "I deserved it,“ he looked at her in agony, “I did wrong. I should’ve been a man, I should’ve made you mine when I had the chance,” his quite confession was like a dagger, “just a moment ago…” he looked at her with sincerity trying to convince her of his honesty, “I was serious, though. I’d call down the wedding without a second thought.”

 Yet again, she couldn’t believe the nonsense coming out of his mouth, “Get your head out of your ass before I smack you again,” she ordered. “I’m not the same teenage girl anymore, Sunghwa. I don’t care what would you do if I asked you,” she looked at him with determination, “you’ve made the choice to marry her, don’t you dare to go back on your word cause I swear to whatever god there’s above I’ll kill you,” she scolded him like a mum does with her child.

 ”Did you have fun playing with me? Cause it was not a freaking game to me, Sunghwa! What do you think about me?” he didn’t seem to have an answer to her question. “Don’t you dare play with me! I slept with you because I was drunk. Do you think you’re the only man I slept with?” He didn’t want to know the answer to that question. 

 She was on the verge of crying, “If I was her, I wouldn’t want to marry you after what you’ve just said. It hurts that you used me in my weak moment to get me in your bed for your selfish thoughts and needs. A few years ago I would’ve given anything and everything to have you, but that’s in the past,” her arms fell to her sides as she once again went towards the exit. 

 “Don’t look for me,” she said without turning back.

 He fell on his knees the moment the door got shut behind her. He knew he did wrong, he knew that a one night stand wasn’t the right way to get her back… oh, wait, she didn’t want to be with him. She moved on. She did what he always thought to be impossible for him: moving on.

Author’s Note: Something that was on my mind ever since I had started writing Morning After - Simon (it was originally supposed to be a Gray scenario, ended up being a Simon scenario - I love that side of writing) 
This ended up being angst for @iamlisteningtotherainsound had kindly asked me “to make them suffer” 
Enjoy your reading and don’t be afraid to leave feedback! ^^ - J

100+ Kink Challenge #1

Kink #89: Quickies

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 519

Warnings: NSFW, Unsafe Sex, 

Requested by anonymous. You asked for it. And Gabriel’s going to give it to ya.

Check out the other darling, kinky, wordy chickies that are abusing themselves with this much smut. @formidablepassion, @helvonasche,  @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell, and @when-the-day–met-the-night

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Originally posted by richardspeightjriii

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Falling Away

Written for @leiascully‘s XFWritingChallenge Prompt: Resentment.
Slightly NSFW.

The desk was just one of the symbols. The missing nameplate on the door. There were countless others, too. The assumption by those they met in the field that they must be fucking, and good on him. The reports he never wrote. His martyrdom to whatever cause or conspiracy he was chasing that week left her trailing in his arrogant wake with her rationalisations, her science and her questions that sometimes bordered on petty.

And then Diana had placed herself in his line of sight with a motive that was at best dubious and at worst devious. Scully’s resentment of Diana and of Mulder’s trust in her was stretched and thinned so that it shone with a brilliance that sometimes blinded her better judgement.

Sometimes Mulder’s ignorance to the facts astounded her. For six years she had been sceptic to his believer, scientist to his dreamer, brought logic to his theories. He’d told her not so long ago that he needed her, that she made him a whole person. Now, she felt like a shadow.

           She packed her bag with a deal of reluctance. Heading to California to play house with Mulder was not exactly the optimal way to start back on The X Files.

“The Falls has consistently been voted…”

“I read the brief too, Mulder.”

“This case, Scully. It’s like for trainee agents. Kersh was a fuckwit, but I don’t get why we’re being given shit like this.”

“It’s better than the piles of doo-doo we were investigating, Mulder. Just enjoy the fact that this case has unusual hallmarks and we have been given an opportunity to investigate the festering underbelly of middle America, instead of festering piles of manure. It smells a whole lot better from my perspective.”

“It’s still crap, Scully.”

“You’d better not sulk for this whole time, Mulder.”

“Sulk? I think you’ve mistaken me for the other partner.”

“What?” It sounded snarkier than she intended. He turned his chin slightly, enjoying his little victory.

“When we disagree, you get this righteous look of indignation and you give me the silent treatment.”

“Mulder, I am not a teenaged girl. If I disagree with you, and let’s face it, there have been a multitude of times where we have debated a point, I will listen to your argument and offer my own. I do not sulk.”

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.”

He flexed his fingers over the steering wheel and she saw him quirk a smile into the mirror on his visor. She pressed her forehead against the window and watched life on the outside blend and haze.

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When she turned sixteen, the princess wished for a needle. “I want to sew a bit,” she wrote on a note and put it into the basket that went down her tower for food and books. “Just so I have something to do.”

When she received it, tucked under berries and cheese, the princess took the needle between two fingers. She went down the tower and to the door where the dragon lay.

“Beast,” the princess said.

The dragon said nothing. The chain around its neck was golden and terrible. Its wings were folded. It lay still and looked at the princess.

She lifted her hand. The needle gleamed silver in the dragon fire under the beast’s belly. “I can unleash you.”

For a while, the dragon only looked. It looked and looked, and then it opened its jaws. “And what do you want in return?”

The princess smiled. She went over to the dragon and pushed the needle into the lock sealing its neck.

“What do you want?” the dragon asked again. But the princess said nothing.

While she worked, the beast slowly shifted to its feet, and the princess did not flinch when hot breath flooded over the scars on her naked shoulder blades. She did not tremble when the dragon nudged her where her wings used to be, neither when it sniffed where horns used to adore her bald head, nor when it nosed at the burns that torches had left on her four arms.

The chain fell. A shudder went through the dragon’s body. It took a deep breath, its throat bulged, and magic erupted from its freed lungs. The door on the bottom of the tower burnt to ashes.

The princess smiled.

“Well,” the dragon said when they stood outside and looked at the sky. “Now you must tell me.”

And still, the princess smiled, a slow and horrifying little smile that stuck to her tiny mouth. The dragon stumbled away from her, terror shooting through his veins. He was up in the sky within seconds, but the princess only looked at him.

When she spoke, it echoed across the clearing deep in the forest, and the dragon in the sky shuddered from her soft voice that sang gently:

“I want to ask them why they did not lock me up a bit better.”

An incomplete list of references in the Series of Unfortunate Events Netflix show to the books

(I’m sure I didn’t catch all of them, and I started writing them down a few episodes in, so if please add any others I missed!)

  • “This one’s a bit… Lemony”
  • “I can’t seem to find the sugar bowl”
  • Justice Strauss’s book on the most dangerous fungus in the world
  • “A library is like an island…” “Particularly if the library is tall, and the surrounding area has been flooded”
  • The hot air balloon (aka the Quagmires) hanging out behind Lemony’s window
  • The World is Quiet Here
  • Very Fresh Dill 
  • Harpoon Gun
  • “You’re asking the wrong questions”
  • “The word ‘Nero’ could make a man play an instrument he’d never studied”

anonymous asked:

How would the boys (Leiftan too) react to accidentally walking in one Guardian while she was changing?

I hope you like these headcanons, Anon!


  • Nevra is surprised and immediately realises what’s going on.
  • Contrary to what others may think, Nevra isn’t a pervert and is super embarrassed and ashamed he caught you changing.
  • He’ll leave the room quickly, spluttering apologies over his shoulder as he does.
  • He apologises again when he sees you next, and promises to knock in future.
  • He also scolds you for not locking your door and tells you to be more careful.


  • Ezarel is scandalized.
  • Why are you half-naked?! Have you no decency?! 
  • It’s your room but Ez is too embarrassed to listen to reason and leaves in a flustered mess.
  • When he calms down later, he’ll feel bad for freaking out when he’s the one in the wrong and he’ll go and apologise.
  • He’ll even give you a gift. Half of his cookie rations!
  • He’s that sorry.
  • Once/If you accept his apology, Ezarel will return to his normal sassy self, though he may have trouble looking you in the eye for a while.


  • Valkyon is indifferent.
  • He firmly believes a body is a body, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about if someone sees you naked.
  • So he’s a bit confused as to why you’re yelling at him to get out.
  • Did he upset you or something?
  • It’s only when he runs in Yhkar later and recounts the event is he informed not everyone feels the same way he does, and he’d probably embarrassed you.
  • He goes to apologise to you immediately, and feels ashamed for not considering your feelings on the matter in the first place.


  • Leiftan is mortified.
  • As a gentleman, he’s believes he must be courteous at all times and is very distressed to have caught you undressed.
  • He’s leaves the room even faster than Nevra, but hangs outside your door so he can apologise to you as soon as you come out.
  • Even if you forgive him, Leiftan won’t forgive himself for a looong time afterwards and can’t meet your eye without white hot shame flooding through him.
Godspeed, Dean Winchester - Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2354

Warnings: Character Death, language, angst

Read Chapter 1 by @impala-dreamer

Read Chapter 2 by  @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester

A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters SPN Team Building Challenge. The prompt for this part was the song Open Your Eyes by Daughtry (listen here).

~After another heated night, will you heed Dean’s pleas or are you already in too deep?~

Dean’s POV

Dean woke to an empty and cold the bed the next morning. The light breaking through the dingy motel curtains, illuminating the dank room. Running a hand over his face, lightly scratching the scruff, he sighed, making his way toward the bathroom.  A quick shower helped to ease the tightness in his aching muscles. He was gathering what little he had in the room, not wanting to leave anything behind, when he spotted it, a single sheet of motel stationery laying on the table.


I am so sorry, but I couldn’t stay. Thank you for saving me and taking care of me last night. Please don’t think I wasn’t listening, but this is something I have to do. I couldn’t live with myself if I don’t at least try. You say I won’t feel better after the rush wears off, but even if I die trying, it will be better than not trying at all.

I have nothing left here; no one. Please don’t look for me, Dean. I don’t know if I could leave you again. Please take care of yourself. Godspeed, Dean Winchester.



“Damn it, Y/N!” I cursed out loud, balling up the note and throwing it across the room. I had no idea how long she had been gone, but I may be able to catch up to her, no matter what she thinks she meant in that ‘Dear Dean’ letter. If she was intent on going down this path, the least I could do was make sure she was prepared. I peeled rubber leaving the parking lot, trying to reach Sammy and keep my eyes open for any sign of her.

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It Can’t Be!

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warning: Sad?

Prompt: “Don’t You Die On Me.” A thank you to @imamotherfuckingstar-lord for sending in your prompt I hope you enjoy and this is up to your liking.

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Originally posted by thorodisonking

“Where is she!” Thor is running down the hallway towards the group of his team members, Natasha’s shaking her head as Bruce looks her over, she’s bleeding panic in her eyes as she looks up at Thor.

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Teddy Lupin Imagine: “Library Paradise”

Omg since the new book came out i’m obsessed w/ the next gen! Can you do a Teddy Lupin imagine where they meet in the library and he finds out how the reader is a book worm so he shows her is father’s book collection and he thinks she’s cute when she reads and yeah make up a cute end😘 love your work!
Requested by anon
Notes: [y/f/b] = your favorite book

The library. That was your paradise, your favorite place at Hogwarts. You simply adored reading. You could travel to faraway lands without stepping out of the school. Books were like little treasures to you, and the fact that you could get to the library every day and immerse yourself in thousands of different stories, of different worlds, made your life better.
You were engrossed reading [y/f/b] when a folded paper that looked like a little bird, landed on the page you were reading. Frowning, you forgot about the novel and opened the paper. It read:

“Dear [y/l/n],
I’ve noticed you come to the library every day. You really seem to cherish books, so I thought that you’d be fond of my father’s collection. Christmas break is coming. What do you say? Would you like to come home during Christmas and see it?

E.L. Who could that person be? Curiosity filled your veins and instantaneously, your eyes rose from the note and scanned the room in the search of possible authors. There were few people in the library, all of them working and reading, all of them save for a tall hufflepuff boy who was grinning at you. The head boy. Of course, it had to be him. He went by Teddy Lupin, but his real name was Edward Lupin, E.L. So his father had a book collection, eh? Well, how bad could it be to take a look at it? You were nodding at the boy before you knew it. His grin enlarged and his hair turned your [y/h/c] shade of color in response.

“So this is it. My father’s collection!” Teddy exclaimed enthusiastically.
Your mouth was agape. Your [y/e/c] eyes were glistening. Books. Hundreds of books. All of them were ordered alphabetically and by themes on the bookshelves. It was a beautiful sight. You wanted to grab all of them and never leave this place. Your fingers made to reach a book but before you could touch the spine, your hand dropped. You nearly grasped a book without permission. Merlin! You felt the heat getting to your cheeks in embarrassment, turning them bright pink. Teddy chuckled at your expression.
“You can borrow some, you know? If I had only wanted you to see the library, I would have sent you a photograph…”
You blushed even more, but this time you grabbed that book that had caught your eye. It was old yet well conserved. Your fingers caressed the front board delicately as you took in every detail. The title was a golden fancywork that contrasted against the dark brown color of the cover material. His voice snapped you out of your daze.
“Mhm? I’m sorry. I was in my own world…” you apologized.
He smirked for a second before repeating, “I asked you if you fancied some hot cocoa…”
You smiled brightly at him and nodded quickly. Hot cocoa was your favorite drink, especially in cold days like this one.
“OK, then. You may sit on there while I bring you one of those…” he mumbled as he pointed to a little sofa of the room.
You did as told and let yourself get lost between the words of the old pages. You were so absorbed that you didn’t even notice the smell of hot cocoa that flooded thr room.
“[Y/l/n], are you in here?” asked the hufflepuff boy amused.
His voice startled you, making you slightly jump. You brought the book close to your chest as an instinct.
“Bloody hell, Lupin! Don’t scare me like that!”
He chuckled as he mumbled an apology and offered you hot cocoa. You took the glass, and unconsciously, your fingers grazed his. You felt an electrifying sensation traveling through your veins and your heart pounding wildly. Your eyes locked, and you saw that his orbs had turned as [y/e/c] as yours. You began to lean in but caught yourself before anything happened. This was Teddy Lupin. He was two years older than you, he’d never see you like anything more than a friend. He was handsome, kind and intelligent. He could get any other person. Why would he notice you?
You cleared your throat and averted his eyes. Then you sipped the hot chocolate drink and made as if you continued reading. You weren’t though. Your mind was keeping you distracted with what could have happened. A few minutes later, you let out a sigh and forced yourself to forget about Lupin and actually read the book.
“You know, [y/l/n], you look cute when you read…”
You lost your breath and your cheeks flushed.
“What?” you breathed out.
“You look cute when you read…” he repeated. “And you look even more adorable when you blush like that…”
You gulped and avoided his eyes, but he cupped your face until you couldn’t escape his glance.
“Why did you invite me to come here?” your voice merely a whisper.
“You love books.”
“I’m not the only one.”
“No… But you are the only one who’s ever caught my eye. I thought we could start off being friends… I supposed you’d like my father’s collection and so I decided to show it to you…”
Everybody knew that Teddy was an orphan. Everybody knew that his parents died the 2nd of May of 1998 during that horrible night, defending Hogwarts.
“Why do you trust me with something so personal? You don’t know me…”
It was his turn to blush as he babbled, “W-well, I may have a crush on you and I thought that you’d appreciate the gesture and that maybe you’d-“
“Thank you, Teddy,” you cut him off with a soft and sincere smile.
He stared at you agape. It was the first time that you had used his first name. He shook his head to snap out of his trance and murmured, “You’re welcome, [y/f/n].”
So he had a crush on you. You couldn’t believe your luck. Maybe this could work. Maybe you’d end up going out. You wanted to tell him that you felt the same for him, but a lump formed in your throat, so you snuggled into him instead. He froze for a second, but you paid it no mind. You focused on reading once again, drinking hot cocoa now and then. A timid arm draped over your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. You had thought that the library of Hogwarts was paradise. You had been wrong. This was paradise.

Originally posted by iglaris