so i went to plaid pantry and i got my grape soda and whipped cream and i was on my way back when i saw a dog across the street from me. i looked over and another dog walked up to it and i was like “nice, double dog”.
i kept walking and a minute later i saw a third dog and i thought wow these dogs look like big foxes. oh wait they’re coyotes. but no one else on the street was acknowledging it? so i figured i was just Too High.
Then a couple minutes later, a big truck full of kids pulls up beside me and starts waving at me so i take my earbuds out and someone says “dude, you know there’s a pack of coyotes following you?”
if being hunted by coyotes in downtown portland on the way back from getting munchies isn’t Northwest Gothic idk what is
Summary: You’re new to Beacon Hills, alpha of an all girl pack and when you meet with a certain pack on your first week of school, their alpha falls head over heels in love with you when he sees your relationship with your pack.
Wherever you fled, the hunters caught up on the tracks of you and your
pack and as a young alpha you were a big target, since that meant you could
recruit betas to your own pack by biting ‘innocent
teenagers’ as they so cute called it.
Every member of your
pack was a young girl who never got a chance to a life. There were some of
them whom were plucked by their abusive parents, some orphans, some brats living on the street and barely survived streetfights as a human and one of them was your cousin from the west coast that
you picked up during your journey to safety.
You recently lost one
of your closest betas, a girl whom you referred as your Epsilon, which means
she was a warrior of your pack, proven for her strength and a skill. Her task
of the pack was to kill other werewolves and humans if necessary,
making her eyes glow ice cold sapphire blue whenever she was on the edge of
exploding into a war machine.
My prom is taking place across from a giant forest preserve. I’m going to meet Scrappy there, in the middle of the night, with me all decked out in makeup and a fancy dress, and kick his ass with a pack of coyotes that I’ve become the leader of. I’ll leave him bleeding in the woods and then storm the prom with my coyotes. It’ll be great.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Length: 1667+ words
TW: Nothing but fluff here, folks
A/N: I saw three dogs while going on a walk yesterday. It was a good day. I was inspired by THIS video right here (please watch it, and be prepared for your heart to melt, and I couldn’t help, but write this. Plus @winchesters-favorite-girl kept posting pictures of Eeva, and I really love her dog ;; So here’s some dog!Dean fluff!
Dean hated witches. I mean, he hates all monsters in general, but he’s very vocal on his hatred for witches. This case just gave him more reason to hate them. Sam was down with a broken leg back in the bunker so it was up to Dean, and Y/N to gank the witch.
The witch had led them to a forest, the hunters on high alert, but kethat didn’t matter because the witch had enough of running. She casted a spell on them from a safe distance, letting the dust surround them before disappearing.
“Dean!” Y/N yelled, bringing attention to the dust around them, but it was too late. They had already inhaled whatever mystic powder she threw their way on them.
“Fuck!” Dean cursed. “We don’t even know what spell she hit us with.”
His partner didn’t respond. Instead, she leaned her weight on the tree closest to her. Her lungs felt like they were expanding, and collapsing at the same time. The blood in her veins felt like hot lava slowly pumping through her bloodstream, and yet she shivered, her skin prickling with cold dampness that came from her sweat. Her heart felt like it was racing, too fast to be normal, too fast to be healthy. A choked sob escaped her lips.
“Y/N?” Dean whipped his head around to see her lurched over. He ran to her, one hand on her back, the other cupping her cheek. “What’s wrong? What hurts?”
She couldn’t respond. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Dean ignored to pain that was starting to bloom in his heart. He ignored the fact that he could feel his blood pumping his heart, and the fact that it fucking hurts. He ignored the pain he felt all over because the blood in his veins were moving too slow, and too thick.
“Y/N?” he choked out, trying to push through his pain to help her with hers.
Then everything started spinning, and darkness overtook the two hunters.
Y/N came to first. She opened her eyes, finding her surroundings to be bigger, and monochrome. She tried moving her fingers to scratch the itch away from her cheek, but when she brought up her hand to her face, she found a paw- a small paw. She looked down finding a furry chest instead of her normal human body. Trying not to panic, she analyzed her surroundings, and her mind went to Dean. She found a German Shepherd near her, and Dean’s clothes surrounding it. She quickly ran to his side, nudging her paw against his chest, but when that didn’t work she placed her snout on his neck, trying to feel a pulse. Suddenly, he moved, and she backed up from him, trying to give him some space. He tried raising his hand to his head, but he found the same thing, a paw. His eyes widened, and he frantically looked around, seeing her. There was concern in his eyes as he scanned her figure for any injuries. He tried speaking, but only a bark came out, and Dean looked less than happy. She walked over, and nuzzled his chest once again to relax him.
He looked around, trying to look for his phone, thanking Chuck for smartphones. He used his snout to unlock his phone, growling in annoyance at the rectangular device for moving around as he held it in place with his paws. Finally, he got it to dial Sam’s phone, waiting until he picked up before barking. Y/N rolled her eyes at his incessant barking. They could hear Sam’s confused questions as Dean kept barking at the phone. Finally, they heard him speak the words they wanted to hear.
“I’ll come find you guys. Just stay on the line.”
Dean just kept barking, and barking. Y/N’s ears perked up as she heard some howling from afar, she quickly leapt on Dean, trying to shush him. She put a paw near his mouth, missing his sharp canines. He got the message, and stayed quiet, realizing the sound of growling was getting closer. With their heightened senses, they could see a pack of coyotes approaching them.
Ford, how do you felt in watching the Solar Eclipse?
It had an eerie feeling about it that I was not expecting… As a man of science, I know of course all these events can be rationally explained, but lets just say that you shouldn’t mock ancient cultures for reacting with fear and terror at these happenings unless you’ve experienced it yourself.
A sort of strange stillness came over us as we neared totality. The air dropped in temperature remarkably fast, and the dimness of the light around us gave the sense that something had gone wrong. It was sort of a sense of uncanny valley to be sitting in the bright sunlight, but everything around you is cold and dim. Five minutes before totality birds started to panic and fly above us, singing. A pack of coyotes howled in the distance. Had we not been expecting this, I can easily see why one would believe it to be a mystical, apocalyptic event.
We witnessed the shadow bands across the ground looking like shadowy snakes moving through the grass. The sun was blotted out and the sky fell dark, but the horizon still glowed. Venus, Mercury, Mars and Jupiter popped in to view, like bright stars in the dark sky. And then the sun was just a thin ring. The corona (yes, not the chromosphere) extended on either side, glowing brilliantly. And then, just about a minute later, a spot of bright light appeared on one side of the ring as the moon began to move away. We had to put our glasses back on, and before we knew it moving away and totality was over.
Pictures and videos really do not do it justice. To be there and to feel the cold air, to sense the tension of the animals around you, to watch the world slowly dim was incredible. I don’t usually use this word, especially for an event that is explained and predicted by science, but I would even go so far as to call it spiritual.
Malia’s heart sank as she heard the noise. She could hear it
just as clearly as the alarm bells that told her lunch had started. Ignoring
the pack’s call to her she barged through the busy corridor to the basement
where she found you sat alone, crying.
For a moment, she watched you silently, she liked you a lot
and your scent was so distinct, when it was warm you smelt like the grass near
the creek and when it was cold or raining you smelt like a thunderstorm. But
now you smelt like spilt petrol and burnt rubber, she hated it, deciding
quickly that she’d do whatever she could to get you to stop smelling like that.
“Stop it.” She said sharply and you jumped, quickly wiping
your eyes as you grabbed your bag and stared at your feet.
“You’re not supposed to be in here.” You mumbled and she tilted
her head slightly.
“Neither are you.” She glanced at the book that was in your
hands and spotted the title, wondering if local mythology included her and if
you’d want to see the pack on a full moon, perhaps you’d let her take care of
you on a full moon and keep you safe.