~Dean picks up the pieces after a devastating accident~
Dean x Reader, Sam
Warnings: Angst. Death. Blood. Implied Sexual Activity. Mostly just Dean Angst.
A/N: This is my entry for @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge! My song prompt was Meatloaf’s ‘Paradise By The Dashboard Light’. I went in a totally different direction than I had originally planned, I hope you like it…
For the first two days he did nothing. Bruised and concussed, Dean sat on a stool in the garage staring at the wreckage.
Sam checked on him every few hours. He brought him food at mealtimes and cold beers now and then that sat at his feet untouched. He didn’t bother him; Dean was grieving. Sam had seen it before, but this time it was worse. He didn’t speak, refused to look up when Sam entered the room. Gone was the brave front, the placations that so often peppered the elder Winchester’s vocabulary. He wasn’t fine, so he didn’t say it. Sam kept a watchful eye, but he left Dean alone to do what he had to do.
On the evening of the second day, Dean got up; he legs protested with the sudden movement and his muscles twitched, reminding him with each step of the trauma. He ignored the pain and set to work, silently walking around his Baby, deciding where best to start. His hands passed over the hood, dipping into the fresh dents; his fingers catching on the mangled metal that stuck out at odd angles.
Summary: A weather catastrophe sends Sam and Dean out on a rescue mission.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex
Word Count: 1348
Warnings: fluff, slightly annoyed Dean
A/N: This is for @supernatural-jackles SPN Birthday Challenge My prompt was the film “The Day After Tomorrow” and I wondered what Sam and Dean would do in a naturally occurring weather catastrophe. This ended up going in a totally different direction than I originally planned. I blame the Wayward Sisters announcement. I hope you like it Jen! Happy Birthday!
And thank you to the always lovely and wonderful MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch for checking it over!
“Babe, I still don’t like you going off to Jody’s alone.” Dean looks up at you as you enter the
“Dean, I’ll be fine,” you say, dropping your bag at his
feet. “Besides, I need a girl’s
night. I’ve been spending too much time
here with you and Sam. It’s testosterone
“Call me as soon as you get there.” He stands scooping up your bag.
“I will,” you say over your shoulder as you lead the way to
“Don’t text and drive.”
“Make sure you check the tires when you stop for gas. Which will be often since the Jeep gets
terrible gas mileage,” he says, stepping in line with you.
“Pot,” you sass. “Indy
is worth the extra gas.”
“Baby is too, but she’s all essentials. Indy’s full of useless crap, not to mention
those ridiculous tires. Your mileage
would be so much better if you got rid of all that.”
“Excuse me? Indy is
not full of useless crap.”
“When will you ever need a winch?”
“You never know… And those tires never get stuck. I can’t believe you’d talk about Indy like that,
he’s a good Jeep.” You bump his hip with
yours as you enter the garage.
“Well, just be careful and no talking to strangers.” He stops next to your Jeep.
You stop too, giving him a hard look. “Seriously?
You do realize I can take care of myself, right?”
“Just making sure you’re paying attention. Gotta make sure my girl stays safe.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you
close. “I only have one of you.” His lips capture yours and you can’t help
sighing into this kiss. This man was made
to kiss, among other things.
You finally break away, “Ok, I gotta go.”
“Y/N,” he hesitates.
You look up into his peridot eyes and it seems like he’s
holding something back.
It was, or still is Matt Mercer’s bday and I was thinking about what to draw the whole day and I planned it totally different (with VM puppets) but then I got sleepy and wanted to finish it as soon as possible soooo - I made this pretty simple and clean ~
She loves him, she supposes. It is simple enough. One of her brother’s friends, a few years older than she is. It would have been a love story for the ages, right? High school sweethearts, friends. Two people who manage to click into place early-on and no matter who gets between them, they easily fit back into a routine.
It’s a shame the world doesn’t work that simply, doesn’t it?
I always hoped I would have your company on nights like these, but not like this, not as a ghost that frequents the inside of my head. I had totally different plans for my 2ams, ones that didn’t involve the usual staring contest with my ceiling that I never seemed to win. You were with me, not as a figment of my imagination but a tangible part of my reality. Sometimes your body would be entangled with mine as sleep took you to lands you never knew existed. Other times, our mouths and minds would lose their filters and we would discuss what we knew of the world and what we wished to learn, questions abounding with a desire for more than shameful shallowness. Things obviously haven’t gone the way I wanted them to. I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re probably giving your 2ams to some other person. Whoever they are, I hope they treat you well. I hope they love you more than I ever could. As for me, well, I’m still trying my hand at the staring contests. Even though it hurts at times like this, I’m gonna try to keep myself open. Not in hopes that you return, but in hopes that someday I’ll have someone to share my nights with that will call this heart home.
That winteriron pattern I mentioned two months ago… It’s almost totally different from what I had planned in the beginning. I wanted to do another pose, but man, lineless and chibi style is way more difficult than it seems hahaha…
Anyway, here’s a couple phone backgrounds and a little transparent badge for you guys!
Please credit me if you plan on sharing them or using them online! :D
GUYS. This is the sweetest thing ever and I’m so happy with this piece. I had a totally different plan in the beginning but this story practically wrote itself. Ignis is so cute and I really hope I got his mannerisms down. Not only am I blushing but this breaks my heart a little.
I know it’s overshadowed by the Women’s Marches and that is the best thing that could happen (yay headlines for women and fight for feminism instead of racists!!!!), but yesterday the leaders of the European Right Wing partys (ENF) met in Koblenz/Germany to celebrate Trump and to make plans how they can win with their racist, nationalist, sexist movements in Europe. People like Frauke Petry (German AfD), Geert Wilders (Dutch PVV) Marine Le Pen (French Front National) and others are teaming up in their effort to win elections.
They excluded media, so we have very little reports on what was said behind closed doors. But we know what they do. They want to learn from Trump. Their plan is simple: provoke people with hate speech, garner the most attention, then gaslight them. The horrible thing is: it works.
I know we all look to the USA right now, but we can’t forget that they are here as well. They are not far away and we mustn’t be afraid. We can’t turn them into a doomful dark that sneeks up on us. We have to put them into the light as the idiots they are. We have to resist their provocations. We have to stand up and call them out. We have to fight for the rights that are important to us. For the free and democratic movements that value everyone the same. Before it is too late. Before we are standing here in autumn and bemoan our own stupidity and ignorace.
Title: Here Comes the Boom - Kidge Week 2017 Day 6 Prompt Fill Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Keidge Summary: Pidge and Keith get assigned to save a hostage and it doesn’t go quite as planned. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy
this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.
AN: This went totally different than I planned but it still turned out kinda cute.
So I pulled a sweater out of my closet today that I haven’t worn since last time it was cold, and it occurred to me- the last time it was cold enough for me to wear this, I lived in a crappy apartment. I had my first dog ever, a silly little Jack Russell, who was growing older and needing some accommodation for his arthritis. I was planning on a totally different career path than I am now.
Now- I live in a better yet cheaper apartment. My jack russell is gone, but I have a lab mix and a cur now, and these two ladies are the highlight of my day. I’m looking at a promotion to a totally different position.
And it occurs to me- it’s so easy to look back to last winter and see how much has changed, but it’s not so easy to look forward to next fall and imagine that maybe, everything will have changed in a positive way for me by then too. And honestly, that’s what will keep me going.