suction cup darts

anonymous asked:

In the collage au mccree shoots hanzo with a nerf gun and genji has to restrain hanzo so mccree can escape with his life because hanzo got a knife

Jesse hits Hanzo right between the eyes with a suction cup dart and it just. Sticks there and Jesse and Hanzo are staring at each other in shock

Hanzo almost breaks down the bathroom door where Jesse is hiding. Genji is crying from laughing

Demon Hunters

Title: Demon Hunters

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, random carnival guy

Word Count:  1 500

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: I don’t think so? It’s just fluffy! With a mildly rude carnival worker.

Summary: Dean and the reader go to a fair! This story has Dean’s shooting prowess, a big pink teddy bear, “are you cold?” jacket transfers and kisses on top of a Ferris Wheel, really all required cute couple at a fair things!

Author’s Note: Okay! This, again, was not a request, but I had an idea for Dean winning the reader a prize at a fair, then I found a gif of a Ferris Wheel and wanted that in the story, and ta-da you’ve got a cute fair one shot for your reading pleasure! And don’t ask me where the “don’t let me fall” thing came from, it was just kind of there and I left it, even if it doesn’t quite make sense … :D   –xoxo Katie

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     The cool fall breeze brushed your skin as you walked between the tightly packed rows of vendors, your gloved fingers intertwined with Dean’s and leaves crunching softly under your boots. You scanned booth after booth, passing most, pausing at some simply because the person running it wouldn’t let you pass until they’d told you the “special deal just for you”, and you and Dean were just about to move on to another part of the fair when your eye caught on a small black stall at the end of the row. You pulled on Dean’s hand and dragged him towards the booth, your smile growing as you neared your target and confirmed the sign said what you thought it did, the dripping red letters popping off the black. Demon Hunters.

     You walked up to the vendor with an amused grin, listening as he asked passers-by if they “have what it takes to be a demon hunter”. You heard Dean scoff beside you.

     “What about you, Missy?” the man running the booth said. He was wearing all black as if to blend in with his setup and had fake blood smeared on his hands and face - like the cut-out demons inside had actually put up a fight. You bit back on a snort of laughter. Dean did not. “Do you think you have what it takes to hunt demons?” the man asked. “Or maybe your boyfriend thinks he can slay the King.” He pointed behind him to a particularly angry looking Demon in the middle of his other targets, this one with fangs and a tiny black crown on his head, and set a good 10 feet behind all the others – not that the cut-out lackeys were very close either. It was clearly supposed to be impossible to win.

     You turned and smiled knowingly at Dean, tugging on his arm as if to convince him. “Please, babe,” you asked, no doubt in your mind that he would do it - even if only to wipe the smug look off the carnival worker’s face. “I know you can do it!”

     You and Dean smiled at each other, both of you knowing full well that this game wouldn’t provide even the slightest challenge for either of you, and you suppressed a laugh when Dean threw his hands up and said, “Alright, I’ll give it a try.” You saw the carnie smirk out of the corner of your eye and you pressed your lips together to hide your own. It would be more fun this way.

     “Okay, Sir, step right up,” the man said. You let go of Dean’s hand somewhat reluctantly and watched as he was given a plastic gun, one that shot foam darts if the broken ones littering the ground were any indication. “Now, all you have to do is hit one of those demons,” he pointed to the tiny, red-skinned monsters inside the booth, “and you win a prize for the lovely lady. If you hit the King, you can take one of the big ones at the top.”

     Your eyes followed where the man was pointing and you mentally picked out the stuffed animal you wanted from the high up display, knowing this wasn’t going to take more than one shot.

     The man took a step forward and clapped Dean on the back, making you cringe as his blood stained hand made contact with your boyfriend’s jacket. “Now, don’t worry if you don’t get it on the first shot,” the man said, “you can always try again.”

     You fought your laugh as Dean looked at you and raised his eyebrows, then turned back to the targets and lined up his shot, aiming right at the King. The vendor’s jaw barely had time to fall open before there was a foam dart suction-cupped to the little demon monarch’s head.

     Your voice rang through the air as you squealed and ran up to Dean, acting as surprised as you could while you threw your arms around his neck. Dean dropped the gun on the little counter in front of him and pulled you against him. The man running the booth just stared.

     “Yes, well … good shot,” the man said, reluctantly walking towards the prizes. You noticed that the top row was completely filled, not a single stuffed animal missing. You made no move to hide your pride in your boyfriend. But even you had to admit that you were impressed he got it on the first try - even if your little show was greatly exaggerated - because well Dean was an excellent shot, shooting a foam dart on a windy day out of a plastic gun was nothing like firing a real bullet. You held your head a little higher.

     “Congratulations,” the vendor said, a small tinge of anger in his voice, “you have what it takes to be a demon hunter. You may choose your prize.”

     Dean looked down at your face and pulled you in a little closer. “What do you want, Sweetheart?”

     You grinned and pointed to the biggest prize there was, a large pink teddy bear that was taller than you. Dean laughed as the vendor grumbled something about it not being that good of a shot anyway and pulled down your new stuffed friend. You knew it would probably end up in some storage room in the bunker - since it was too big to actually keep in the room you and Dean shared - but you couldn’t care less as you peeled yourself off Dean’s side and took your prize.

     After you’d left the booth behind and had begun walking through the crowds of fair-goers once again, Dean stopped you and reached for your bear. “Here, let me carry it,” he said, taking the pink giant from your arms. “You’re too short to hold this thing, it’s gonna end up in the dirt.”

     You smiled as Dean somehow managed to get the bear under one arm and take your hand with the other. “You’re not embarrassed to carry a giant pink bear?” you asked, using your free hand to wrap around the arm that was tethering him to you.

     Dean chuckled. “Nah, how can I be when I have a beautiful woman like you on my arm? … Even if there is a giant pink bear under the other.” You laughed and put your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, making you bob slightly with every step he took. “Hey, do you wanna ride the Ferris Wheel?” Dean asked after a while, stopping a few feet away from the entrance to the ride.

     You eyed the towering metal ring in front of you and followed it up, up ,up, bending your head all the way back to find the top. “I don’t know, it’s kind of high.” You shoot Dean a sweet smile. “You promise you won’t let me fall?”

     He kissed the top of your head and started pulling you towards the Ferris Wheel. “I would never.”

     You and Dean gave the teenager running the ride a few of the tickets you’d bought upon entrance to the fair and left your bear on the platform at the bottom, trying you best to pick a clean spot. Then once the next available basket came around you and Dean climbed in and rode it all the way to the top, his arm firmly wrapped around you the whole time.

    “Are you cold?” Dean asked, no doubt feeling you shiver against his body as the cold air at the top of the Ferris Wheel nipped at your exposed skin. You were about to protest when Dean pulled away from you just enough to remove his leather jacket and put it around your shoulders, then rub his hands up and down your arms as he tucked you into his side once again.

     You snuggled down into the warm coat and happily lay your cheek on his firm chest, watching the flashing lights of the fair beneath you glow in rainbow colors against the black night. “I love you,” you whispered, you voice almost getting swallowed up by the wind.

     Dean gently pressed his finger to you chin, urging you to look up at him while he said, “I love you, too.”

     You smiled and sat up enough for your lips to reach Dean’s, your eyes fluttering shut when they made contact. Dean quickly brought his hand into your hair and nudged you closer, if that was even possible, making you suppress a moan as you became all too aware of the people above and below you in the other baskets. But then, before you had a chance to think about it anymore, the Ferris Wheel surged to life around you and jerked you and Dean apart. It almost made you knock teeth, but luckily Dean caught you before that happened.

     Then with that, you looked at your boyfriend and started laughing, once again pressing yourself into his side for the rocky ride back down.

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