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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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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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.”

omg okay so

I was sick the week of my birthday, so I postponed my get-together with my local friends to tonight

so we went out and I am drunk but we get home and Firework tells me I have packages waiting for me??

my REI stuff wasn’t supposed to be here until Monday but they’re already here!

so I just want you to picture drunk me in a brand new rain jacket with a headlamp and a Black Diamond Moji hand lantern and a tea kettle walking around my house in the dark (after midnight??? oops) showing my new stuff to my boyfriend and my dogs

Cleanup in Aisle Five - Kylux, housewife!au

Another bit of housewife!AU. I’m still deciding if I want to post this on AO3 as-is or continue it, so I’ll leave it here in the meantime.

2100 words / light M / kylux modern AU


Hux always feels like a prey animal at the grocery store.

He pauses in picking through a colorful display of starfruit and papayas to do a casual scan of the produce section. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Richard Attenborough is narrating.

The male uses his superior height to evade detection by the females of the species while foraging.

Adding a couple of mangoes to the hand basket at his elbow, he snorts quietly to himself.

It wasn’t that he was antisocial. He generally liked being around people, especially when he could be in charge of group activities. But something seemed to happen to women his age who had moved to a rich suburb and produced the obligatory 2.5 children. It came with the territory, like one of those awful minivans with the televisions in them, or an affinity for kale smoothies. They would corner him with effusively friendly offers; invitations to play tennis, to join book club, to go shopping -  help me pick out a swim suit, you always have such good taste- or to come over for girls night.

We’re going to watch Magic Mike, Susan’s bringing the wine so we might get a little crazy, and I’m making these cute little fat free chocolate rice balls I saw on pinterest-

Meanwhile, Hux couldn’t escape the feeling that he was being hunted and bagged and mounted for display- the rare and elusive gay best friend to complete the appearance of the picture-perfect life for some aging California housewife.

That was better than the alternative, of course- that they were just being friendly because he was one of them. The thought makes him feel cold in a way that has nothing to do with the chilly air in the produce section.

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The Middle Child pt.3

Paring: TFW x Sister!Reader

Word count: 1389

Warnings: Swearing, the usual supernatural shenanigans

IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED JUST HIT ME UP AND I’LL FIX IT

And if you want me to write something specific, feel free to request!!

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for all the honest world to feel (trixya) (4/8) - dare

“You always get so scandalized when I’m the one to bring up sex,” said Brian, amused. 

“Scandalized is one word you could use for it.” Katya sounded flustered; Brian covered his mouth with one hand, like someone might catch his grin in the empty room.

(AN: finally! this chapter is once again absurdly long and i’m not gonna apologize for it. also, do take note of the extra little tag at the bottom – this chapter is NOT pg13. as always, i mainly use “he” for brian & katya and “she” for adore. we’re picking up speed! i know this fic is like the slowest of slow burns in terms of plot but i promise pieces are starting to move into place. and in the meantime – more bad jokes! so many more. i really outdid myself here tbh.

this week on “honest world”: brian has found himself a new normal. adore prepares to host a pageant for seattle’s local weirdos. brian and katya make things uncomfortable for whichever NSA agent is listening in on their conversations.)

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wolfyangel-is-a-pluviophile  asked:

So happy to see you writing! I know you're just dipping you're toes in so take all the time you need! For the drabble: Mick Davis, abandoned house, bandage. Love you <3 ^_^

“Bloody hell,” you heard Mick snarl and you quickly ran into the kitchen of the abandoned house you were in.  He was pressing a hand against his chest and you could see blood on his shirt.

“Are you okay?” you asked in concern.

“I’m fine,” he replied, “He barely caught me with the tip of his knife.”

Nodding, you pulled your angel blade out of your bag and slipped around the corner, anxious to finish the demon once and for all.

Once the demon was dead you rejoined Mick in the kitchen. “Shirt off,” you said as you pulled your first aid kit out of the hunting bag.

“It’s just a scratch,” he muttered, pulling his shirt off.

You swallowed heavy as you took in the planes of his chest. “I need to clean it to make sure but I don’t think you need stitches.”

You were busy cleaning the wound with alcohol when you felt Mick’s breath on your cheek. “I’m sorry you were saddled with me.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, biting your lip as you focused on your task.

“I’m not a skilled hunter. I know I’m a burden still.”

You stopped and looked up to meet his eyes, startled at how close he was to you. “Mick you are not a burden. You are getting the hunter thing down. Nobody picks it up perfect right away. Now hand me the bandage.”

Mick remained silent as you finished patching him up.  “All done,” you said, pulling your head up to look at him.

You barely had time to realize what was happening when he captured your lips in a kiss and with a smile you kissed him back.

Falling Around You: Part 1

Title: Falling Around You

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam pines away for the reader in secret, but when she loses all memory of hunting and monsters, he’s forced to rethink how to approach his feelings.

Theme song: “Over You” by Ingrid Michaelson

Word count: 4,159

A/N: What is it with me and one shots that turn into series??? Anyways, this is my first Sam series, and I have to give a huge shoutout to my beta @idjitmonkey​ for helping me to avoid Sam sounding like Dean (#DeanGirlProblems). This is the first part of what will probably be a 3 or 4 part series for @impala-dreamer​ and @idreamofhazel​ ‘s Sam fic challenge. My prompt is the quote “We are far from perfect, but we are good.” I haven’t used it yet, but trust me, it’ll be used later. Let me know if you want to be tagged for future parts!

Originally posted by berezneva12

Sam smelled it first. The smoke. The charred flesh. The smoldering fabric. It was an all too familiar smell, a scent no one should have to be familiar with. But the scent came first, and with it, the memories tattooed in his brain, permanent and infecting his body with a poisonous ink.

Next came the realization. It’s happening again. Sam’s heart flew into his throat as tendrils of gray curled from underneath the door to the next room. He kicked the door open and the blaze towered over him in an arc like a tidal wave, but even through the flickering forest of scorching flames, he saw clearly who this time was pinned to the ceiling.

You.

Your mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes wide and panicked but long since dead. Sam called out your name, lungs bursting in his chest with the force of his shout, but he made no sound.

Sam woke up to sheets soaked with his sweat.

It had been the same nightmare for one-hundred and sixty-four days.

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One Hell of a Hunter

Summary: Tired of Sam and Dean keeping her away from other hunters and hunting in general, she tries her own hand at it- solo. It was going well- just as she had planned- until it didn’t. Not that it was her fault…
Word Count: 2060
Warnings: mild swearing, mild violence
A/N: so I wrote this at midnight so not that late but im not totally in one mindset right now also this is so long that’s what she said (sorry) but let me know if you like them long or short so I can cater to your every need

SIDENOTE: holy shit???? 40 fucking followers??? Thank you guys soo much!!!!!!


Y/N tiptoed quietly as she walked up the bunker stairs, bag of hunting supplies on her back. She had found a case nearby- nothing too big, just some vamps the next town over- and decided she could handle it without the boys. They were out in Utah working a case with some other hunter, taking out a small witch coven. They left the other day, and weren’t supposed to be back until two days from now. She had loads of time.

Clambering to the top of the steps, she swung open the bunker door. Y/N decided to take Dorothy’s bike- which was already parked outside, waiting for her- to the nest, which she had already scoped out the night before. She had done her research, went over the police files a hundred times, and even managed to hack into the cameras at the police station while eating Oreos in her bed. Y/N was ready, prepared, and full of adrenaline.

Truly, it wasn’t fair that she was left behind. She was a good hunter- hell, she was a great hunter- but her brothers wanted her staying put in the bunker. Y/N had gone on more dangerous hunts before, worked with other hunters before, and walked away alive. Usually.

When she tried to bring this up to Dean, well… it didn’t go over as smoothly as she imagined. Of course, she knew he’d be tough to crack, but she figured she’d at least have Sam to back her up.


“Dean,” Y/N heave a sigh, irritated. “I’ve gone through worse-”

“Yes,” he grunted, shoving clothes into his bag. “I’m aware. You’ve told me a hundred times. It’s not that I doubt your skills, it’s just- well, you know I don’t like you around other hunters.”

“I know,” she pleaded, passing him his shotgun. “But I can handle myself. Besides, nobody would dare to try anything on ‘Sam and Dean’s little sister.’ You scare them too much.”

“Good,” he grumbled.

“Listen- Sam!” she called through the bunker. He was there in an instant.

“What?” he asked hesitantly. “You okay?”

“Well, there seems to be a thorn in my side,” Y/N gritted out. “And he won’t let me come along.”

“Oh, give me a break, Y/N,” Dean heaved out a breath. “You’re not coming, final.” Y/N heard Sam sigh.

“Sam-” she coaxed. “You know-”

“Yes, I know you can take care of yourself,” he agreed. “But Dean’s got a point. I’m not too eager on you coming along. It’s safer here.”

“Traitor,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Sorry,” he ruffled her hair. Kissing the top of her head, the two of them left. She briefly heard the rumble of the impala before opening her laptop.

“If you won’t let me hunt with you,” she smirked. “Then I guess I’ll just have to go on my own.”


After driving for an hour and breaking every speed limit there was, she arrived. She walked around to the back door. It faced the sun, so she figured if she had to ran- which she wouldn’t, she was certain- she could sprint back out the back door, into the sunlight, and either gank them there or leave them burning in the sun and… well, the plan would work, so it didn’t matter anyways.

Double checking that her machete was stuck in its holster, extra knife in her jacket and boot, she silently crept out back.

I’ll show them, she thought. I’m just as tough, just as smart, just as quick as they are.


“Y/N?” Dean called out into the bunker. “Y/N, we’re back early! Where are you?” He frowned. Usually, she was either in the kitchen or the library when they came back. He felt bad about leaving her, but it was for her safety. He didn’t like her around other hunters, and he already was against her hunting. Of course, though, there wasn’t much he could do. She was a Winchester, through and through.

“Y/N?” Sam called out behind him. “Dean, have you seen-”

“No,” he replied quickly. Looking at his brother, they both pulled out their guns and moved throughout the bunker.

Sam entered the kitchen, checking for Y/N. He was about to turn and leave when something caught his eye.

Y/N’s phone.

“Dean!” he called. Within a couple seconds, his older brother was in the room. He looked pointedly at Sam.

“What?” he asked sharply. “Where is she?”

“No, but look at this.” Sam tucked his gun in his pants before reaching onto the table. He picked up Y/N’s phone. They both frowned. “Dean, Y/N never- and I mean never- leaves her phone alone.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “The only time she’d even consider it is when-”

“-she’s hunting,” Sam finished for him. Their faces dropped. “Damn it, kid.”

“Didn’t Clark say there was a vamp case around here?” Dean dragged a hand down his face. “Oh, she’s really going to get it.”

“The hunter’s name was Kent,” Sam frowned. “And, yeah. Apparently there’s a case over in Wichita. Vamps, I think-”

“We’re going right now,” Dean grunted, storming out to the impala. Sam sighed heavily, following close in pursuit.


Silently, Y/N walked through the back door. Her blade was held high, body tense as she crept through the warehouse. Peering into the open space, she saw five vamps- all asleep, thank Chuck- and a hostage. Without a sound, she covered her hand over the hostage’s mouth. The girl looked up with frightened eyes, starting to rustle, before Y/N shushed her.

“Woah, hey,” she whispered, keeping one hand on her mouth. She put down the knife. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m getting you out of here, okay? But I need you need to be quiet. Can you do that for me?” The girl nodded, letting out a breath of relief. Y/N made quick work of her bindings, deftly getting her out of the warehouse in less than two minutes. That’s gotta be a personal best, she smirked to herself. Now for the fun part.

She turned around, prepared to take action, when she saw a flicker of movement in the next room. After a moment, she decided to take out the easy targets. Less work for later.

She had just lobbed off the second vampire head when a bucket clattered in the other room. Whipping her head around, she tried to locate the source of the noise. Unfortunately, so did the other vamps.

Within a moment, they were surrounding her, hunger gleaming in their eyes. The first one tried to lunge at her, but she kicked his abdomen, sending him toppling into the next vamp. Y/N turned to brace for the third vampire, but was knocked to the ground.

Then she heard the grunts.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw two others fighting with the remaining vamps. She tried to make out faces, but the vampire sitting on top of her was priority number one at the moment. Y/N writhed under him, making the monster on top of her scowl.

“Hold still, bitch,” he snarled.

“Been told that once or twice,” she smirked, thrusting her hips up. He was thrown off balance for a moment, but that was all Y/N needed. Flipping so that she was on top of him now, she reached for her blade- only to find her holster empty. Trying to buy herself time, she punched him square in the nose.

“Y/N!” the taller figure called out. How does he know my name? she questioned as she sliced the vamp’s head clean off. And why does he sound like…

Shit.

Wiping the blood off her face, she tenderly touched a cut on her collarbone. She didn’t remember getting cut. Frowning, she stood. Slowly, Y/N turned to the figures.

“Hey,” she said nervously, scuffing her boot on the ground. “So, you’re probably a little upset-”

“I’m a little more than a ‘little upset,’” Dean’s gruff voice half shouted. “Y/N, I told you to stay in the bunker. The whole point was that you’d be safe. Out of harm’s way. Not running half-assed into some vamps nest you stumbled upon! You’re… you’re grounded until… till Sam cuts his hair!”

Excuse me-” Sam asked, mortified.

“Dean,” Y/N said through clenched teeth. “I am safe. I’ve got all my limbs, I’m alive, and I most certainly did not run into this vamps nest ‘half-assed.’ I did research, I watched interrogations, I snuck into the coroner’s office and examined the corpse. I knew what I was getting into.”

“Y/N,” Sam intervened. “You are not alright. You’re bleeding. “

“I’m fine,” Y/N insisted, heading out towards the back door.

“Damn it, Y/N,” Dean growled as the followed her outside. “You’re so stuck up! You can’t even follow a simple order? This is why we don’t take you hunting with us.”

“Oh,” she laughed coldly. “Right, I’m the stuck up, the one who can’t take an order. Dean, I’m one hell of a hunter. I’ve had the best train me. I know you don’t like the idea of me hunting, but it’s real and it’s happening, so you could at least support me through it so I don’t kick the can sooner rather than later!”

“Y/N,” Sam stated. “That aside, you can’t just go out and hunt on your own. It’s dangerous.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I know, Sam. But you two already had a case lined up, and I was going to give it to another hunter- honest- but then that didn’t pan out and, well… I mean, someone had to stop them. I wasn’t going to wait what was supposed to be a week for you two knuckleheads to show up. So, I decided a couple of vamps weren’t that hard, I’d be in and out in less than 20 minutes. Of course,” she eyed the boys suspiciously. “That plan didn’t turn out well, because someone decided to wake them up!”

“C’mon, Sammy,” Dean shoved his younger brother, holding back a smile. “Way to mess up the hunt.” Sam gave Dean the classic bitchface before returning to Y/N.

“We just want you to be safe,” he reassured her. Dean nodded, sullen.

“I am safe,” Y/N sighed. “I’m just tired of you guys treating me like I can’t handle myself. It’s not like I’m going out to hunt wendigo in the woods by myself. I just… wanted to play ball when you guys benched me.”

“Y/N,” Dean rolled his eyes playfully. “You don’t even watch sports. How the hell do you know what that even means?”

“You don’t get laid; doesn’t mean you don’t know what sex is,” she replied smoothly, walking over to where she stashed Dorothy’s bike. Sam laughed, following a stuttering Dean who was trying to make a witty comeback.

“It’s still dangerous,” he finally responded. Y/N sighed, turning to face them.

“I know it is,” she said softly. “But I’m doing it; whether that be behind your backs or not is up to you. I’d really like your help, though.”

They sighed unanimously, emitting a small giggle from Y/N. They glared, which only made her laugh harder.

“You two are just adorable, you know,” she teased. Dean rolled his eyes as Sam playfully elbowed her.

“You’re still grounded,” Dean sighed. Y/N looked at him with anticipation in her eyes.

“Does this mean you’ll let me hunt?” she asked, hopefully.

Never on your own, and never if we think it’s too much for any of us,” he conditioned.

“Promise,” Y/N nodded eagerly. “I don’t like hunting without your running commentary, anyways.”

Dean rolled eyes yet again. He pulled her in for a quick hug before pulling back.

“How’d you get here, anyways?” he questioned. “You didn’t hitchhike-”

“What? No!” she assured him. “I’ve got my own ride.” Y/N sauntered over to where she had hidden the motorcycle in some bush, and had just sat on the bike when she heard him.

“Y/N,” Sam hollered as Dean looked at her, a mix of awe and rage in his eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Riding back to the bunker, dumbass,” she retorted as she struck up the kickstand.

“Yes,” he sighed. “But you’re riding Dorothy’s bike! Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“That’s part of the fun,” she winked. “Race you home?”

“You’re on, kid,” Dean grinned. Sam sighed, exasperated.

“You two are a lost cause,” he muttered to nobody in particular.