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The Day After Tomorrow

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!

Originally posted by canonspngifs

 

“Babe, I still don’t like you going off to Jody’s alone.”  Dean looks up at you as you enter the library.

“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 overload.”

“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 the garage.

“Don’t text and drive.”

“I won’t.”

“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?”

He laughs.

“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.

“Tell Jody I said hi.”

“I will.  Bye, Dean.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

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Salvatores’ x McCall Pack

Requested By Anon

Part Two


“How are you not freaking out, why is she not freaking out?” Stiles hissed as you calmly set Lydia’s list down and looked at the confused group.

 

“I have a small confession.” You muttered.

 

“Is it that you drank the mountain lion that attacked us last week because we saw that and it was gross.” Stiles said quickly.

“Stiles shut up!” Scott grunted.

 

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Constellation- 4

Originally posted by nottechae

Lee Minhyuk

word count: 2402

🎧 Fall in Love - Barcelona

It finally came time to keep up your end of the bargain. You had promised Minhyuk a date, so here you both were sitting across from each other at some restaurant that you had never heard of. 

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon that resident sad boy Bill Denbrough is scared of being in cars because of the accident he was in as a kid

“resident sad boy bill denbrough” my fucking GOD 

  • bill turns sixteen on the eighteenth of december, right smack dab in the middle of his other friends. richie, stan, and ben are all a few months older and bev, mike, and eddie are eagerly awaiting their own summer birthdays. therefore, they’ve all been through the sixteenth birthday shuffle a few times.
  • richie’s mom and dad gave him the keys to their minivan and richie had groaned then but it turns out to be useful for hauling the group around so he doesn’t complain too much
  • stan gets his older brother’s pontiac and he cleans it up real nice, shining up the leather interior and hanging an air freshener in the rearview mirror 
  • ben got his own car, a relatively nice and somewhat new jeep that bill knows his mom picked up extra shifts to buy and ben treats that car like GOLD like no one is allowed to eat or drink in it he even refuses to let bev smoke in it because it’s his BABY
  • anyway, bill turns sixteen on a snowy day in december and he’s been dreading it for a year
  • because on his fifteenth birthday, his dad had looked at him across the breakfast table and said “i’ll take you to the courthouse after school”
  • “w-why?” bill stammers
  • “to get your learners permit, of course,” his dad says and bill tenses. the spoon in his hand clatters into his cereal bowl. 
  • “i-i don’t need it,” bill tries to say, “i d-don’t mind b-buh-biking,”
  • “you need to get over this irrational fear of driving,” his dad sighs, putting down his newspaper. “any other boy would be jumping at the opportunity to drive,” and bill hears the underlying can’t you be normal for once
  • “your father’s right,” his mom says distantly and he knows the argument is over
  • he takes the written test at the courthouse, hands shaking, and never once asks his dad to take him driving
  • the day he turns sixteen, he doesn’t eat breakfast with his parents
  • he sneaks out of the house eaaaarly in the morning and bikes to richie’s, sneaking in the unlocked back door and climbing the stairs to richie’s room two at a time
  • richie’s still asleep, hair fucking wild against his pillow, and bill wakes him with a shake of his shoulder
  • “today’s the day” richie says sleepily, sitting up and yawning. bill nods, though richie can’t see it through his closed eyelids
  • “lemme put pants on” richie says and bill sits down heavily in his desk chair while the other boy struggles into clothes
  • richie had taken drivers ed last semester and bill had joined his class at the last minute
  • the teacher’s confused at first
  • “you’ve never been behind the wheel? you’ve had your permit for six months”
  • “not r-really interested,” bill replies and he hears richie crack up behind him
  • “why take drivers ed then?” and bill shrugs because that’s the magic question isn’t it?
  • “my dad’s making me” he replies, keeping it simple, and the teacher looks at him with narrowed eyes before shrugging
  • bill sits through every evening class with richie at his side, doodling in the margins of the notebook he’s supposed to be taking notes in
  • when the teacher has them sign up for drive times, bill and richie elbow kids out of the way to get every one of their times together
  • bill slides into the learning car with shaking hands and blurry vision, grabbing the wheel to stay upright. the teacher looks at his pale face worriedly and then richie’s leaning in from the backseat and turning the radio volume up
  • “I LOVE THIS SONG” he yells over the blare of the music and bill forgets about the sick feeling in his stomach and throws the car into gear
  • every time he gets nervous, breath quickening as the car goes over 40mph, richie distracts him
  • he smacks gum, he reads books aloud, he asks the driving instructor dumb questions about her personal life
  • bill stops equating driving with crashing and starts equating driving with spending quality time with his best friend
  • richie single handedly gets bill through drivers ed
  • and so when bill has to go down to the courthouse and take the official driving test, he makes richie go with
  • richie drives them there, windows down despite the cool air because he didn’t bother to wait long enough for them to defrost and he can BARELY SEE
  • they roll up and richie sweet talks the lady behind the desk at the DMV into letting him ride along with the test instructor
  • (bill thinks it more likely she says yes just to get richie to shut the fuck up and stop fidgeting with her name plate on the counter)
  • the driving instructor doesnt say a word when richie leans across the center console and slips a misfits CD in the car’s player
  • bill tightens his fingers around the steering wheel as Forbidden Zone blares out and puts the car in drive
  • he passes the test with flying colors and with richie cheering him on from the backseat
  • the lady behind the counter says his license will come in the mail in a few weeks and to enjoy his newfound freedom
  • the plastic card comes two weeks later, bill smiling stupidly in the picture, and bill slips it into his wallet
  • his parents buy him an old Ford, sky blue and only a little rusty
  • bill doesn’t use it
  • instead, richie picks him up for school every morning
  • windows down, music blaring, a goofy smile on his face
  • bill slips into the passenger seat without trepidation, trusting richie implicitly to keep them safe
  • richie reaches across the center console to grab bill’s hand and he entangles their fingers
  • bill’s over his fear of driving
  • it’s just that he prefers to ride along, that’s all. 

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Bring a Wild Man Back Home (Stiles/Parrish)

It’s still Thursday in a small part of the world, so here’s my contribution for day 6 ( How to Kiss a Boy - Stiles/male) of Shipping With Stiles Week 2017! Also, surprise - I wrote a non-Sterek fic! ;)

Bring a Wild Man Back Home | Stiles/Parrish | Explicit | 4k | Also on AO3


Stiles ran through the preserve, losing himself in the peacefulness of the early morning and the steady rhythm of his shoes pounding in the dirt. He was alone, on a seldom-used trail that was closed to the general public (and far away from the nemeton), and the weather couldn’t have been better. A smile flirted with the corners of his mouth as he thought back to his high school days, when he could barely run laps at lacrosse practice without upchucking or passing out. Oh, how he’d changed.

Without the same distractions that had plagued him through high school, Stiles had managed to get his bachelor’s in computer science in three years, then stayed at GWU for another three years to get a master’s in digital forensics.

Knowing he’d need to pass the FBI physical fitness test, but with no experience in any of the university’s D1 sports, Stiles had opted for club lacrosse and Brazilian jiu-jitsu instead, and he’d flirted his way through enough personal training sessions at the gym to learn what he needed to get fit. By the time he was ready to apply to the FBI, Stiles had been in the best shape of his life.

That, along with his impressive grades, his analytical mind, and the tentative affiliation he’d managed to forge with Scott’s dad, had helped Stiles make it through the FBI’s rigorous application and testing process. It had been rough, but he’d succeeded. Any time he’d even remotely considered giving up, Stiles had resorted to the memory of his dad openly weeping when Stiles had gotten his master’s, hugging him fiercely, barely able to choke out an I’m so proud of you.

He’d managed to mostly avoid Beacon Hills while he was in college and at the academy. It felt good to get away, to start a new life somewhere else, in a place where he wasn’t haunted by the ghosts of high school past. He’d even gotten in touch with Derek, who’d given him the number of a supernatural-savvy therapist in Rosslyn. She’d practically worked miracles for Stiles, mentally preparing him for college and beyond, and had never asked for payment. (A few years later, Derek had admitted what Stiles always suspected - that he’d covered the cost of Stiles’ sessions.)

After being assigned to the San Francisco field office, though, Stiles had run out of excuses for avoiding Beacon Hills. His work with the cyber division kept him busy, as did getting himself set up in his new apartment and getting acquainted with the city, but he could only put off the visit for so long. He made his dad promise not to tell anyone he was coming back. He wanted to ease into it, see people from his past on his own terms.

It wasn’t that he was avoiding anyone, except that he was. He didn’t particularly want to see Scott or anyone else from the McCall pack, though he knew it would have to happen at some point. Scott would smell Derek on him. Okay, and Isaac. And Jackson and Cora. Then he’d have to admit that after reconnecting with Derek, they’d become close during Stiles’ early college years. The two of them had been able to persuade the rest of Derek’s ragtag pack to return from around the globe, and they’d solidified the bond that they should’ve had in the first place.

The five of them had lived together in DC for as long as Stiles was there, and then when Stiles got his post-Quantico assignment, they’d made the cross-country trek together. They lived in the same building (which Derek bought, because Derek), but in separate apartments, in Sausalito. After all, though both of them had matured, there was still no way Stiles would be able to share a place with Jackson. He shuddered at the thought, but couldn’t help grinning about how far all of them had come.

He was almost back to the parking area when he felt that familiar tingle at the nape of his neck, the one that developed during full moon outings with the rest of the Hale pack, the one that told him he was no longer alone in the woods. Stiles fought the instinctive urge to look back over his shoulder, not wanting to give in to the underlying paranoia that came with being back in the preserve. He wasn’t that kid anymore.

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Always keep the keys.

This happened a good ten years ago or so. My dad has a group friends from highschool who all own jeeps and go jeeping together several times a year. They are all old highschool friends from a suburban type town, plus a couple of family members who’ve since joined the “band wagon.” One of those guys, let’s call him Randy, got some awesome prorevenge.

Now Randy is a nice guy, through and through. He’s the kind of guy you feel you could trust with just about everything, and sometimes he gets stepped on because of this, but he keeps on going because he’s far above bitter resentment. Randy also has a nice red jeep he takes on the trails with my dad and the rest of his friends. It looks like your standard jeep, but he’s put a lot of money into it, fixing it up and modifying it to run the trails they like to go on.

Turns out someone else decided he had a nice jeep, too.

Randy wakes up one morning to find his jeep gone. It doesn’t take long to realize it’s been stolen. They rally a search, call the police; nothing for about a week until they finally find his jeep flipped over and stripped bare in the middle of an orchard.

Several thousands of dollars and days worth of time - POOF - gone to one jerk. But whatever, Randy shrugs, hauls it back, and takes his sweet time trying to restore his toy.

Several months go by. The police have no luck and we’re all convinced the guy got away scot-free. I mean, most of the parts were standard stuff. They probably got separated and sold off on ebay. Heck, he could be selling them a next swap meet and there’d be nothing we could do about it because how could we prove those parts were Randy’s? It’s a done deal, we realize. Nothing to do. We kind of even forget about it all for the most part. Then, one day, my cousin in the next town over gets a knock on his door.

Now my cousin is basically mid age between me and my dad. He has his own jeep, goes on trips with everyone else, and so he thought nothing of it when some random guy knocks on his door telling him, “Hey! I saw you had a jeep. I happen to have some jeep parts for sell. Are you interested?”

“Of course!” my cousin says without thinking. “What do you have?”

“A whole lot, come on over!”

So my cousin goes to this guy’s house and sees an array of jeep parts, including a hardtop shell. He thinks to himself and says, “You know, I have all of this, but I have a buddy who’s looking for a lot of this stuff. Here’s his number.”

The guy, also not thinking, says “Yeah! Let me do that.”

So Randy gets a call from a guy trying to sell jeep parts in the next town over. Why not take a look? he thinks. He calls my dad and they head over in my dad’s truck prepared to buy some parts.

They start talking with guy, looking at the stuff, realizing he has a lot of the same things Randy is looking for. Everyone gets happy, seeing that a transaction is about to occur.

Then Randy and my dad start noticing things. That part there? Look at that weld. That’s not standard. That looks an awful lot like the weld you and I did. Oh, look at that. Didn’t we repair that part just like that, too?

Wait a second …

It dawns on Randy that he is looking at his own shit, and the guy trying to sell him this stuff is the thief. His mind flashes red, his eyes go wide, but he’s not prone to violence and thinks ahead. He wants prorevenge. He realizes instantly he can’t prove any of this stuff is his. How could he prove that weld was done by him? You can’t. He’s only got one saving grace: the hardtop shell still has the original lock.

And back home, Randy has the original key hanging up in his garage.

“You know, I’d really like to buy this stuff,” he says to the thief. “Let me go get my trailer cause the truck we brought isn’t big enough.”

“Absolutely!” says thief. Today’s his lucky day, he’s sure of it!

So Randy goes home, calls the cops, grabs his old key, and heads back to thief’s house. With cops standing by as witnesses, he walks up to the hardshell top and opens it.

Randy gets every single part he lost back and thief goes to jail.

Always keep the keys.

Who’s This Guy, Mom? Pt. 4 (Erik Durm)

a/n: the finale is next week ahh!! catch up with the series here 

“How about this one?”

You stepped out of the closet for what felt like the millionth time for the night. Erik was going to be over to pick you up soon, you didn’t have the time for your best friend to over criticize everything you wore.

“That’s actually pretty amazing.” She quipped, doing a little circle walk around you.

“Are you sure this time?” You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on your hips.

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halelikehell  asked:

Luz is a mad driver right? But what about the others! What kind of drivers are they? What are your headcanons? I mean you would think Dick is a proper driver but i remember a scene where they were driving in the woods and Lew looked like he was going to fall out of the jeep tho he tried to look cool 😂

Richard Winters

  • okay, to start with, dick loves driving.
  • he loves it! it’s fun, it’s liberating, it’s exciting, and he’s able to be a little adventurous.
  • he is very adventurous.
  • dick has two driving modes – overly cautious (“it’s a stop sign, you have to come to a full stop, you have to wait, it says STOP for a reason”) or has never heard the word caution in his life (“the light is yellow, not red. time to floor it.”)
  • dick isn’t a bad driver, but you never know what to expect with him. riding with him is always an adventure.

Lewis Nixon

  • lew has nearly hit five people
  • like. not cars. PEOPLE.
  • he wasn’t even drunk (he has an awful track record in p much everything alcohol-related, but he’s never once driven drunk). he just… doesn’t look sometimes.
  • he does his best.
  • he is, however, way more predictable than winters. he doesn’t take unnecessary risks on the road, and he doesn’t make his passengers anxious. he’s a better driver, tbh, as long as his head’s in the game.

Carwood Lipton

  • lip could be a driving teacher, okay? he’s a really good driver.
  • he keeps his head, he stays calm, and he’s vigilant on the roads. he knows what he’s doing.
  • everyone wants to drive with lip. he has a really nice jeep – it’s roomy, comfortable, smells nice, and drives smoothly even on dirt roads. lip is the best driver.

Ron Speirs

  • ron enjoys driving just as much as dick. ron is also, somehow, even more unpredictable than dick.
  • he can usually keep himself from speeding, and obeys the rules of the road. he’s not a reckless driver, and not unsafe by any means, because he loves his car. ron has a passion for cars, and he loves his baby.
  • somehow, he has never gotten a ticket??? like?? no one knows how he does it.
  • okay, ron chases people. if they piss him off, he will literally chase them.
  • he has gotten out of his car and chased people on foot.
  • ron does not have road rage, but god help anyone who tries to come at him.
  • may or may not have a legal license, but that’s not about to stop him.

Harry Welsh

  • harry is kind of a speed demon
  • seriously, no one wants to drive with him. 
  • he just… he gets excited. he has places to be, people to meet, and everyone on the road is just so SLOW. he gets road-rage sometimes, and has gotten into more than a few arguments with cops while getting ticketed.
  • harry is the one to eventually teach his and kitty’s son how to drive. and harry’s a teacher, okay, so he knows how to deal with nervous teenagers, so you’d think he’d be real good at it
  • he’s not. he freaks out. he doesn’t start yelling (he’s never been that sort of dad) but he gets PANICKY and makes his kid so nervous that the car stops in the middle of the road
  • (kitty has to take over. she’s a much better driving teacher than harry.)

George Luz

  • basically
  • he’s trying his best okay but sweet jesus
  • don’t get in a car with george luz

Joe Toye

  • road rage incarnate
  • joe likes to think he’s a very safe driver, but he’s… he’s not. he does his best but he just isn’t.
  • he gets way too worked up. it’s kind of funny hearing him yell at people from behind the wheel. he monologues. he snarls like an angry badger.
  • he’s gotten into races before. people piss him off and he just – goes for it.
  • “oh, you wanna go, jackass? is this really how you wanna do it? fuckin’ – fine. eat my dust!”

Bill Guarnere

  • road rage 2.0 - revenge of the obsolete swear words
  • bill likes to do the driving whenever they’re going somewhere, and he’s honestly a good driver. he just… gets frustrated really, really easily.
  • he’ll curse anyone out. he’ll curse your mom out. he’ll curse himself out.
  • he’s the type of guy who cheers on people who try fighting in the middle of the street, just for the hell of it. well, he’ll curse at them for being idiots, but cheer them on in the same breath.
  • nothing stops bill, okay? he’s driven 20 miles on two blown out tires. he one crashed into a tree, and drove home with half the tree still embedded in his car. HE HAS ONE LEG AND HES STILL DRIVING.
  • u wanna get bill guarnere off the road? haha good luck.

Babe Heffron

  • once again he tries his best
  • this does not mean he knows what he’s doing
  • he’s an anxious driver. he doesn’t mean to be, and he’ll deny it if anyone says anything, but he gets nervous, okay? people on the road are idiots. he doesn’t like driving, and he’ll only do it if bill or gene isn’t willing to cart him around.
  • will not hesitate to yell out the window at dumb drivers, but won’t actually fight anyone himself

Eugene Roe

  • boy has nerves of steel, ok
  • he does not get mad, and he definitely doesn’t lose his cool on the road. he knows his car inside and out, and he knows a surprising amount about mechanics. he takes good care of his girl.
  • the type of person to name his car. the ancient convertible he has is named Lucy.
  • gene is the sort of person you want to drive with.

David Webster

  • the “hey, can you give me a ride?” friend
  • like, everybody hates him. if they know web has plans to go somewhere one day, they also know he won’t think about transport until the last minute. his friends will actively avoid answering their phones if they see him calling, because they don’t want to be roped into giving him a ride.
  • (he doesn’t even give gas money, ffs)
  • getting your license is just a lot of effort, okay? and driving makes him nervous anyway. web has a bike. he has feet. he has JOE.
  • joe is pretty much web’s chauffeur most of the time. he doesn’t know how this happened, but he’ll bitch about it every chance he gets.

Joe Liebgott

  • joe knows how to freakin’ drive, okay?
  • he could have been a pro racecar driver, but decided to aim for taxis instead. he likes cars enough, and he’s a good enough driver. he’s in his element when he’s on the road.
  • he’s just the right combination of careful and risky. plus he’s a fast driver – he gets where he needs to go. 

Don Malarkey

  • okay, who gave him a car??? who???
  • malarkey has stolen cars. he’s a speed demon. he races people for fun.
  • malark does’t know what he’s doing.
  • he has such a track record of getting tickets that it’s amazing he hasn’t actually gone to jail by now. (he’s really good about paying them off, and he’s got a few police officer friends)
  • still this man should probably not be on the road. every ride is a joyride for him.

Skip Muck

  • a very, very cautious driver, believe it or not.
  • road time is not playtime. malarkey’s the joyrider. skip has driven a carpool for his little sister and her friends since he was sixteen. he doesn’t mess around.
  • he doesn’t get road rage, but he will rant at other unsafe drivers a little bit. no yelling, though, because he hates people who do that.
  • he’s the one who teaches his little sister to drive, and he’s about the most patient teacher ever.