also my dad got so used to 1970s Chicago police taking ‘bribes’ that when he moved to LA and got pulled over for a busted taillight and he slipped some cash underneath his license the cop was like “I see youre from Chicago so Im going to warn you to never try that again here”

Oh Sehun//Fast Lane

Summary: You finally find out how your big cousin earns her money - she’s the flag girl for the illegal street races in your neighborhood, and now she’s dragging you along. And that’s where you meet the Hawaii-shirt wearing, orange-headed Oh Sehun, ace street racer and smartass.
Scenario: street racer!au 
Word Count: 6,337

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Byun Baekhyun//Batter Up

Summary: Byun Baekhyun is the star player of your college’s baseball team - plenty of people have a crush on him, and of course you do too. But you have one thing they don’t have: a quiet friend who can’t pick up her damn phone and a head full of air.
Scenario: baseball!au, fluff
Word Count: 4,353

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Characters:  Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  The reader has a secret and tries to protect Sam and Dean from it.

Word Count:  4223

Warnings:  Sexual situation, Angst, Dying

A/N:  A long time ago @thing-you-do-with-that-thing me this ask:   I wish you would write a fic that starts with the reader sneaking out of the Bunker at odd hours of the night. Dean confronts her about it but she makes up excuses so one night he follows her and….. 

I’d like to issue a formal apology to Kari about the angst.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr


Dean’s POV

Dean wakes when he hears muffled footsteps in the bunker hallway. Fumbling in the dark, he reaches for the pistol in the top drawer of his nightstand. It’s highly unlikely that there’s an intruder in the bunker, but it never hurts to be careful.

Cautiously making his way down the hall, he pauses and opens Sam’s door quietly. Sam is out like a light, snoring softly. The next door is (Y/N)’s. Silently he twists the knob and peeks in. (Y/N) is not in her bed.

Moving a little more rapidly, he makes it to the library just in time to hear the outside door open. The door is heavy and groans loudly in protest. It slams shut as Dean makes his way up the stairs, two at a time.

He makes it out the door just in time to see the taillights of (Y/N)’s disappearing down the drive.


Reader’s POV

I’d like to say I was stoic about the whole thing, stiff upper lip and all that. I thought I was made of sterner stock, but I just parked the car at the end of a long, dusty road and sobbed. For hours. Sobbed until I couldn’t breathe. Until my ribs hurt and my lungs felt like they were going to explode.

My heart aches as if it’s splitting into little shards of glass, splintering and fracturing, tiny lines cracking through it.

I am not strong enough for this.  

I am terrified.


The sun is just breaking over the horizon when I pull up in front of the bunker. Pinks and oranges wash over the clouds, the rays of the sun promising a warm and sunny day.

Despite the weariness in my bones, or maybe in spite of it, I take a moment to appreciate it’s stunning beauty. I close my eyes and imagine for a moment that the sun is melting away all my pain and fear.

But I open my eyes and the dream fades and disappears.

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Do you believe your shiny mew is rare? Think twice. The Taillight Shark (Euprotomicroides zantedeschia) is an extremely rare, small oceanic shark. This small shark is only know from two specimens found in Atlantic, and a recent third and fourth record from off Chile, near Pacific Juan Fernandez Islands   .

The species possesses a luminous organ in a large abdominal pouch which covers the cloaca, this character is unique to the genus. Reproduction is assumed to be ovoviviparous. Its pectoral fin shape and orientation suggest hovering ability within the water column. Given the species’ oceanic occurrence, small size and distribution, it is not likely to be captured regularly in any fisheries, and as such there are no apparent threats. However, at this stage it cannot be assessed beyond Data Deficient, given that it is known from only four specimens. 

  • Imagen: Taillight shark assumed mature female (50 cm in lenght, and Drawings by Inge van Noortwijk, Naturalis.
  • Reference: Stehmann et al. 2016.  Re-description of the rare taillight shark Euprotomicroides zantedeschia (Squaliformes, Dalatiidae), based on third and fourth record from off Chile. Cybium
The Arrangement (Part 3)

Summary: Dean reflects on your first date, and makes plans. The second date goes a little better, though Dean finds out how good your acting skills really are.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, angst, sexual implications/references (shocking, Dean’s mind is in the gutter)

A/N: Part 3! Hope you guys like it! (not my image, but this is was my Dean inspiration for this part)

Need to catch up? Part 1 - Part 2

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Driving with class

A few months ago I posted an aspect “test” that made some of you laugh. Here’s the other half of it: A class “test” based on the way people drive.

Lord: Honks and screams throughout his two hour commute. Randomly floors the gas pedal or slams the brakes. Cuts people off without signalling. Bribes and blackmails his way out of speeding tickets. Has a vanity license plate that reads “NMR1 BOSS.”

Witch: Hauls scrap metal in a flatbed truck with an engine she’s rebuilt five times. Sings and dances to rap and country while waiting in the drivethru. Pulls over sobbing uncontrollably after seeing a dead deer on the side of the road.

Prince: Weaves in and out of traffic. Tailgates people who won’t let him pass. Drifts into a U-turn at full speed while sipping a latte and booking plane tickets on his phone. Never wears a seatbelt. Never looks in the rear view mirror except to fix his hair.

Thief: Pulls up behind you and leans on the horn just as the light turns green. Speeds past you on the wrong side of the road to beat you to the next red light. Opens her sunroof so she can give you the finger. There are no other cars on the road.

Knight: Stays up late restoring his ‘67 Mustang. Revs the engine loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. Wears eleven different Mustang T-shirts in rotation. Joins conversations just so he can change the subject to Mustangs. Rides the bus to work.

Maid: Pulls over to ask a stranger for directions. Gets upset that their explanation was insufficiently clear and spends the next half hour lecturing them about interpersonal communication. Owns a GPS. Has no idea how to use it.

Mage: Wanders around back roads for two hours looking for a shortcut. Gets lost while daydreaming about Pokemon. Has fuzzy dice on the rear view mirror, an anime figure on the dashboard, decals on the hood, and a bumper sticker that says “my other car is a cdr.”

Sylph: Shows up unannounced to take you to the farmer’s market. Buys exactly one sweet potato. Decides, upon dropping you off, that the sweet potato belongs to you. Remains in your driveway with her engine idling and balances her checkbook.

Rogue: Drives a 1986 Toyota with missing wipers, missing seat cushions, two burnt out taillights, a broken muffler, a huge crack in the windshield, and a radio stuck on a Spanish-only news station. Doesn’t speak a word of Spanish. Sleeps in the back seat with the garbage.

Heir: Heads down the road at a normal speed like a normal person. Notices you standing on the curb. Stops and waits for you to cross. Rolls down his window to smile warmly and tell you he hopes you have a nice day. You’ve never met this guy.

Seer: Takes a taxi. Breathes in sharply when the driver forgets to signal, speeds up to catch a light, or gets within ten feet of another car. Keeps asking if they’re lost. Can’t understand the driver’s accent and constantly asks him to repeat himself.

Bard: Drives in the fast lane at half the speed limit. Cuts across three lanes of traffic with his left blinker on to get in the right lane. Misses his exit. Shifts into reverse to go back to it. Parks in the wrong driveway. Falls asleep at the wheel with the engine running.

Page: Gets a used Volkswagen with the steering wheel on the wrong side. Doesn’t understand what the clutch is for. Stalls the engine at every stop sign. Learns to parallel park just so he can stay out of the parking garage.

Muse: Owns three thousand pairs of roller skates. Never leaves the house.