hunting bag

Songs and Vamps

Originally posted by casclarenceunicorn

Word Count: 2,220

Author: Deka

Warning: Blood, violence, weapons, sexual innuendos, fluff, a litlle angst, that’s it.

Pairing: Lucifer x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: After a good morning song, the boys and Y/N went on a hunt to kill some monsters, what could go wrong?

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more trash from the street rats au. 
as in a shitty unedited and mostly unexplained comic i scribbled down as soon as i woke up with no references, so sorry in advance lmao. 
like its uglie but im posting it anyway. 

Why It Matters

Anon Request: Maybe for the josh dun x reader request you could write how josh and the reader have been friends since they were little and they get into an argument and one accidentally confesses their feeling for the other? You don’t have to, it’s just an idea.  😊

Awesome request! Here it is for ya! Part of the scavenger hunt–see if you can spot the bandom references tucked in there (2 of them) and send me your guesses! If you would like to be added/removed from my tag list, lemme know!

@beeboatthedxsco @zimeah @opheren @staticpalmsvibes

It’s a party at Tyler’s house tonight. It ends up being pretty crowded, like a scene straight out of a high school movie. Solo cups, dancing, music… It’s wild, but you love it. You sip happily from your cup, casually swaying your hips to the music.

You see your boyfriend Luis walk in the front door. Uh oh.

He doesn’t like it when you stay out late, especially not with Josh and Tyler. You think he must see them as a threat. Sometimes you do find yourself admiring Josh–how sweet and gorgeous he is–but you’re with Luis, not him.

Luis spots you and makes a beeline over to you.

“What the fuck, Y/n?” He asked, irritated. You don’t reply, you just look into his eyes with an empty expression. “It’s 11:30 and I’ve been waiting for you since 5!”

“I’m sorry. I told you, Josh and Tyler–” you start.

“Oh, ‘Josh and Tyler’ yeah, yeah,” He mocks you, clearly agitated, “I told you to come over but then you never fucking came!”

“Because I told you I wasn’t coming! Why won’t you let me have a good time without ruining it?!” You prod.

“Don’t give me that shit, Y/n!” He raised his voice, “When I tell you to come home, you come home.”


As he came down the stairs, Josh spotted you and Luis across the room. He saw that your conversation was getting heated. He hated Luis and the way he treated you. You didn’t know the half of the abuse.


“You don’t own me, Luis!” You shouted.

Luis grabbed your shoulders and shoved, pinning you against the wall with his forearm crossing your chest. The air forced out of your lungs as a strangled gasp.

“I’m the only one who will love you. You’re mine,” He hissed in your ear.

“No,” You said, calling upon every bit of bravery you had within you. Your voice was small but direct.

Rage filled his eyes as he stared at you, his face just inches from yours. You braced yourself for whatever he was going to do. He paused then tore his arms away from you, causing you to lose your balance a little, as he stormed off out of the house.


Josh watched in horror as Luis put his hands on you. The look of pain and fear in your eyes made Josh want to scream. Josh starts pushing through the crowd to get to you, but the room is packed. You looked so scared of Luis, yet you were making every effort to be courageous. No one should ever have to feel that way, Josh thought to himself. He sees Luis throw you aside and leaves out the front door.

Josh saw the way you almost fell over from being tossed aside by Luis. A wave of anger came over him and all he felt was a need to protect you. Josh locks on to your location and continues to push through the dense crowd to get over to you.


A pained expression grows on your face now that Luis has left.

Josh emerged in front of you. You were looking down at the ground in tears, holding yourself around your middle. Josh reached out and put a hand on your arm. You jump.

“Hey,” He backs off, waiting for you to realize that it was just him.

You look and see it’s Josh in front of you. You say nothing. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the empty kitchen. The sound of the party in the next room still bumped the walls, but it was muffled and quiet.

“Are you okay?” Josh asked, “Did he hurt you?”

“No, no,” you took a breath to collect yourself, swiping a hand across your face to flick away tears, and shook your head, “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, Y/n,” Josh said quietly.

“Josh–” You start.

“Y/n,” He interrupted, “He shouldn’t treat you like that.”

“No, you don’t understand,” You try, “He was right. I shouldn’t have been out so late. It’s my fault.” You backpedal on what you had said to Luis, too scared to truly disobey him.

“He shouldn’t get to control you,” Josh counters.

“He just wants what’s best for me!” You reply.

“What’s best?” Josh scoffed, “He just wants what’s best for himself. One of these days he’s going to hurt you!”

Your stomach dropped. You tried to stray away from the thought of Luis hurting you, but Josh said again quietly, “He’s going to hurt you. Can’t you see that?”

You realized: of course you could see that. It’s why you’ve always been too afraid to defy Luis’ wishes. You knew Josh was right, but you ignore your revelation and come back at Josh with anger.

“He wants me to–” You shouted but were cut off.

“What he wants? It’s your life, Y/n!” he interrupted you, completely exasperated,

“Goddammit Josh!” You screamed, “Why the fuck does it even matter to you?!”

“Because I love you!” He shouted. You are taken aback, falling silent. “Because I fucking love you, Y/n,” He repeated quietly, his voice cracking.

Regret immediately spreads across his face. You feel something change within you.

You feel the fear of Luis fade away as you looked at Josh. He felt like love and he felt like safety. Everything became clear: it’s Josh. It’s him–it has always been him. In that moment, your heart let go of Luis and thirsted for Josh’s love and touch.

Josh had backed up, looking like a deer in the headlights, and seemed like he was about to run away.

“Josh,” You breathe, stepping forward and taking hold of his wrist.

He looks down at your contact and then back to your eyes. You didn’t know what to say. Well, actions speak louder than words, you thought to yourself, nearly smirking.

You place your lips on his. He is completely still and stiff for a moment, his mind needing to catch up to the wonderful thing that was happening. He then melted into you, holding you around your waist.

You push your body into his as your tongue slides between his lips. You back him up against the kitchen sink, pressing yourself into his embrace like it’s the first time you’ve ever been touched.

A tear streams down your face and Josh releases you, pulling away.

“Y/n?” He asked quietly, full of concern.

“I just–I never th–” You stammered. You gathered your words and looked at him with wonder twinkling in your eyes. “I love you too,” You said simply, adding a smile and a sniffle.

“Yeah?” Josh asked quietly with a cautious enthusiasm.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head purposefully and giggled as another tear escaped your eyes. He smiled from both relief and joy. He placed one hand on your hip and used the other to wipe your tears, coming to a stop to hold your cheek.

“God, you are so beautiful,” He whispered, looking a little emotional himself.

You smile at him gently and lean in to begin kissing him again. Your kisses become open mouthed, desperate and demanding.

“Josh, don’t stop,” you sigh against his lips. He responds with a hitch in his breath and a nod against your forehead.

Fuck Luis.

And literally fuck Josh.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think and if you have ideas for more. Like and reblog if you’re feelin’ it :)

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Ten Minutes Ago (Part 11)

Feysand - Cinderella au

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Only one more part after this!

Originally posted by princess-rapunzel

Rhys is pacing again—he seems to be doing this a lot lately—dragging his hands through his hair over and over, practically pulling chunks out.

“If you keep doing that you’re going to go bald.” Cassian warns, not even looking at his Prince to know what he’s doing. “We tried everything Rhys, and now Az will find her. Don’t worry.”

But Rhys has to worry. Cassian hadn’t seen—really seen what had happened tonight. He witnessed the carriage going through the gate but his Captain hadn’t seen the rest.

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COFFEE AND CLOWNS 

a/n; requested by anonymous, a reader who loves well, reading! and how pennywise reacts to it, either wanting to join or being confused. I did a lil bit of both so I hope you enjoy it and it’s everything you wanted! ( ᵕ́ૢ‧̮ᵕ̀ૢ)‧̊·*

The old, worn out mattress creaked underneath you as you rolled over to wrap yourself up in your jester’s warmth only to be met with a cold, empty space. A small pout graces your lips as you sit up and search around, finding no trace of him anywhere. If you couldn’t see him, you were always aware of his presence by the soft bells that jingled when he moved around. The thought of his musical suit made you smile and you shake your head, taking in a deep breath as the chilly morning air hits your lungs; waking you up a little bit more. 

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Spellcast

Originally posted by ashiewesker

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Summary: A hunt leads goes awry when a Witch throws a powerful hex at you that leaves you seeing all sorts of crazy… 

Tags: Sister!Winchester, Wing Kink, Reader Insert, Female Reader, Smut

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Wing Kink, Language

Author’s Notes: My light bulb started going crazy and just died when I wrote the ending… Inspiration is a funny thing. Let me know if you’d like a part two to this! I left it open on purpose with a few unanswered questions.

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P.R.I.M: Pranks Resulting in Matrimony

Written by: @ghtlovesthg

Title: P.R.I.M: Pranks Resulting in Matrimony

Prompt 28: Noting tension between Katniss and the baker’s youngest son, carefree and mischievous Prim can’t resist pranking her annoyingly uptight and very responsible sister. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Notes: Rated All Ages, Never-reaped!Everlark, Complete. 

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Friends, have I ever told you how I met my wife?

We were both at a summer camp for Kids Who Just Love School Okay And Want More School Even In The Summer.  They matched us together by birthday months to play icebreakers: Jan/Feb, Mar/Apr, etc.  We had to do a scavenger hunt through our bags.  One of the things was a toy.  I pulled out the Mulder action figure I bought for something like three dollars at the local comics store, since I was a pretty new baby Phile, only one year deep in my lifelong fling.  

“Is that a Mulder action figure???” quoth she.

“You’re my new best friend,” I told her.

Fifteen years later, we got married and it was my favorite day ever.

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Character/Pairing: Dean x Reader
Location: Motel swimming pool
Random Word: flirty
Requested by: anonymous

“I wondered where you got to,” you said, looking down at Dean as he surfaced at the edge of the pool.

He looked up at you and smirked. “We’re allowed to relax, you know?” He ran a hand over his face, wiping the water from his eyelashes and cheeks. “I keep trying to tell you and Sam that.” He leaned on the edge and you kept staring down at him. You were feeling inexplicably warm at the sight of the water clinging to his skin, mixing with the freckles on his face and shoulders. 

“Right. Well, Sam and I have to work hard to make up for you slacking off,” you said. 

“Hmm. Well, I give you permission to take a break… Right now. Right here. With me,” he said. He flashed you that boyish grin you found nearly irresistible. He pushed back off the pool wall and took a few strokes back toward the middle of the pool. “Come on. The water is perfect. I promise I won’t even dunk you,” he teased.

You tried not to be obvious about staring at his strong chest and back, the muscles rippling beneath those freckles. “I seem to have left my swimsuit in my other bag of hunting gear,” you replied.

“Swimsuit?” he repeated. “You think I own swim trunks?” He looked down at himself. “These are boxers,” he said, giving you another grin. “Besides… who said anything about you wearing a swimsuit?” 

You felt your cheeks grow warm. “Dean!” 

He laughed and swam back over toward the edge of the pool. “I’m just kidding. …sort of.” He looked up at you. “Come on,” he said again. “You’re gonna make me stay out here and enjoy these stars and this empty pool all by myself?”

You considered him for a moment, pursing your lips in thought. The ripples on the surface of the pool were throwing light into his green eyes and making them sparkle and you finally bent and began to roll up your pant legs.

“I will sit. Here. And put my feet in,” you said. You pointed at him. “No splashing,” you warned.

Dean put on a mock stunned expression. “You think I would splash you? I’m offended!” The gravel in his voice was thick and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip again. He swam closer to you and you caught a mischievous glint in his green eyes.

“Dean…” you said with a warning tone. 

“What?” he shrugged, still swimming closer.

“Don’t! I mean it!” 

“Would you relax? I’m not gonna splash you!” he said. He came and leaned against the edge of the pool by you, sighing contentedly. “It is nice in here though. You really should come in,” he said.

“Yeah, I believe you,” you said, kicking your feet in the water. You caught Dean’s eyes for a brief moment and both of you let the gaze stretch. 

The next thing you knew Dean had grabbed your hand and pulled. Hard.

You came up gasping and sputtering and started raining punches on every part of him you could reach, pushing your wet hair back out of your face with the other hand and shaking the water from your eyes. “DEAN! YOU. ASS!”

He was laughing and easily caught your fist as you threw the last blow. “I told you it’s nice in here,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

You wiped a hand over your face and shook your head at him. His hand suddenly relaxed around your fist and he slipped his fingers in between yours.

“Do you want me to get you a towel?” he asked. There was still the small ghost of a smile on his lips, but something in the mood had changed, and his fingers between yours were making it hard to think.

You shrugged. “Eh. I’m already here. Might as well stay for a while…”

Dean nodded. “Good.”

The Middle Child pt.3

Paring: TFW x Sister!Reader

Word count: 1389

Warnings: Swearing, the usual supernatural shenanigans

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