the hunters initiative

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Sam

As much as you wanted your brothers to stay with you in the Bunker you told them to go. Those victims and to be victims needed Hunters to take the case before anything got worse. These people were dying. You were fine…weren’t you?

Sam and Dean knew you struggled with mental health issues, which is why they were reluctant to leave you, but you promised them you’d be fine. How could you be fine? 

Your breathing was deep and heavy as you reached for your phone. It didn’t take long for him to pick up: “Y/N?” Sam’s worried voice was supposed to fill you with relief, but instantly guilt washed over. “Hey Sweetheart, you okay?” He spoke much more quickly this time.
“Yeah I’m fine…uh…” You tried to think of a reason to call that would convince him you were telling the truth. “I knew we shouldn’t have left you…” He sighed.

“Sammy everything’s fine.”

“Then why are you calling me? Bug, it’s okay to not be okay. I’m proud of you for calling.” His soft loving voice made you well up with tears.
“I just feel so empty.” You whispered, tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Hey shh, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay I promise.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “I miss you.” You sobbed, trying your best to hold it in, but ultimately failing.
“I miss you too, love. Dean can handle the case on his own I’m coming back, okay?”
“Are you sure? I’m not worth it, Sammy. There are people’s lives at stake-”
“Don’t put yourself down like that Y/N. You’re just as important and I’m not gonna let you suffer. I’m coming home….Love you, sis.”
“Love you too Sammy, hug De for me?”
“Of course.”


Dean

You didn’t want to wake him but this was important. Creeping down the hallway, your body visibly shaking from crying, you made your way to your brothers room.
You quietly closed the door behind you, your feet padding on the ground as you made your way over to him. He was asleep.

“D-Dean?” You managed, your lip trembling.
Immediately he was awake -Hunters instincts. After his initial panic, he calmed down. But not for long as he noticed your state.

“Y/N?” He got up from his bed and rushed toward your sobbing figure.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He knelt down so he was eye level with you. His gentle hand tucked away a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lightly resting on your cheek before he held his arms out for you. You collapsed into him, his arms enveloped you in a hug as he held you close.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed, his arm stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest.
He knew you struggled with depression, he knew you didn’t need to talk about it sometimes but just a shoulder to cry on. Dean was there for you whatever the need.

He gently led you to his bed where you sat next to him, still clutching on to him for dear life.
He continued to hold you, breathing with you, reassuring you through the occasional whisper and kissing your forehead.
You stayed there for quite some time, even when your sobs died down to sniffles then to nothing.
You remained, your head resting on his chest, the fabric of his flannel shirt a comfort of its own.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said, looking up at him with sad eyes.
“No you don’t have to be sorry, sweet.” He assured you, rubbing your back “Not ever. I’m proud of you, so so proud of you.”
You nodded against him, not wanting to get up from his comfort.

“If you want to talk about anything, me and Sam are always here. Always.”
“Thank you.” You managed a weak smile.
“Come on, you can sleep with me tonight.” He let you go to shuffle up so there was room for you to crawl on. You did, curling back up against him and closing your sore eyes
He wrapped his arms round you protectively, reassuring you he was there. Your soar eyes drooped shut as he held you close and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Requested by @winchesterjackson

Request:
Going ahead with my request XD Okay, I have an ideia. Can you do one with that the reader!sister is feeling down and depressive, and Sam notice that and try to cheer her up. (Fluff, pleaase, like I’ve told you lol)
I thought I might as well do both Sam and Dean Idk I guess this blogs been too Sam-centric recently and as much as we love our Moose Squirell deserves some love haha, Hope you liked it! x

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could give me some tips on outlining a fic? I have my character backgrounds down to a t, and I've been working on world building, but I've still been having trouble getting my ideas organized in a story format. Yours are always so well written and flow so nicely, I was hoping you had some advice! Thank you! 💕 (PS your newest fic is amazing and I can't wait for more!!!)

God I have been putting off answering this one too long because I Take Outlines So Seriously. In the last week I’ve probably written 30K words, and only about 7K was fic. The rest was the outline rough draft and then the outline final.

HOW TO WRITE MASSIVE FICS LIKE A FUCKING BOSS: THE ARCTURUS METHODOLOGY

So I have literally a Process I use. My larger fics literally have a pre-production period that I have to work through before they are ready to be written.

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It’s bad enough that Geoff is fairly sure Gavin is unknowingly walking around with an alien promise ring around his neck. Being the messenger of their weird long-distance not-relationship is too much. ***

Lucy: I just made a joke about Geoff going ‘imma chargin my lazer’ in my outline
i hate myself
Toby: oh NOW you do? NOT WHEN YOU MADE THE GODDAMN WRECKING BALL JOKE?
Lucy: nah
naaaaah
geoffrey LAZER ramsey in the IRON MAN SUIT is CHARGING HIS LAZER
that one i feel shame over
Toby: I KNOW
THAT IS SUCH A BETTER JOKE THAN THE DAMN WRECKING BALL
THAT IS HILARIOUS AND IT SHOULD GO IN THE FINAL DRAFT
Lucy: no
no it shouldn’t
what are you talking about
who are you, have we met
Toby: do it
Lucy: no and you can’t make me
but itd be funny if
geoff made that joke
and michael the alien was all “?????”
and geoff was like “8( nevermind”
Toby: and everyone else is just groaning and mad and DAMMIT GEOFF
and that’s what i meant by it goes in the final draft SOMEBODY HAS TO MAKE THE JOKE THEY ARE TECH PEOPLE AND THAT MEANS THEY ARE INTERNET PEOPLE
Lucy: and michael is not and won’t get it and be like “is… it because your name because my initials are MJ but I don’t make michael jordan jokes”
and geoff is like “GO BACK TO YOUR HOME PLANET AND TELL THEM THEY SHIPPED YOU WITHOUT A HUMOR”

“Well… Bollocks…”

Guess what season it is!! Molting season!! That’s right, folks, birds and bird hybrids alike, all over the world, will soon be shedding every single feather on their body! This signifies the coming of spring! Warmer weather is on its way!

Gavin has lost his first flight feather this season. He is totally looking forward to losing more.

Marked

Prompt:  I was wondering if you would write a Gabriel x female reader fic for me? Where people are born with a black tattoo that represents their soulmate. Hers is golden wings on her back which is really unusual, because of their color. She normally hunts with the Winchesters, but has taken a few cases without them and Gabriel has been helping her out on some of those hunts. He is drawn to her and doesn’t understand why. 

Word count: 3,638

Warnings: None, I don’t think

Author’s Note: Finally, a Gabriel fic. Ramadan’s over, and so is Eid, so I get to get my schedule back on track. Hopefully that means more writing and a start of the new series >.> 

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1+2=3 [S. Smythe/Reader/H. Clarington]

Originally posted by huntbastianhumpday

You and Hunter are in a happy relationship. But that’s doesn’t stop the lingering want for the perfect piece of ass that is Sebastian Smythe.


You were over at Dalton Acadamy, visiting your boyfriend, Hunter. It was spring break, and Hunter had decided to stay at the school with the Warblers instead of escaping off somewhere in the country for seven days. Being a once-trained military student, Hunter didnt like much change. You were more than happy to visit, especially when that meant you’d be spending time with his roomate.

Sebastian.

You loved your boyfriend. God, did you love your boyfriend. But Sebastian…the name sent shivers up your spine just thinking about all the things that he could do to you. He was also, dispite all the things he’d done to his competition, extremely nice to your. You always took pride in knowing that you were one of the only people that was on Sebastian Sebastian Smythe’s good side.

You and Hunter were laying on his bed in his and Sebastian’s dorm. Hunter’s arms were around you and you were laying on his chest as the two of you watched Grease. The two of you were under the covers, Hunter shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants. You were in a loose white tank top and spandex shorts. You’d been paying attention to the movie since it started, but Hunter’s attention was never on the screen. His face was buried into your shoulder, nose rubbing against your warm skin.

Hunter had just started kissing your neck when the door opened, revealing Sebastian. He froze, seeing a shirtless Hunter kissing up and down your neck. Finally, you and Hunter put your plan into action.

Instead of pushing Hunter off, you lifted your arm to wave at Sebastian. “Oh, hey Seb,” you greeted nonchalantly, as if Hunter wasn’t shoving his hand up your shirt, “Didn’t think you’d be back yet. Where’d you go?”

Sebastian watched the two of you with wide eyes. “Um,” his tongue darted out to wet his lips, “the gym…” He stared at you and Hunter as the latter shimmied out of his sweatpants. Sebastian blinked. “I-I’ll give you two some privacy.” He barely spoke over a whisper, but before you could tell him to stay and join you, Sebastian was halfway down the hall.

You huffed, leaning back on the pillows. Hunter paused his movements. “Don’t worry, kitten,” he assured you, bumping your nose, “We’ll get him eventually.”

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isaac the slut

Originally posted by emmawathson

Summary: It wasn’t until about four months after Isaac had returned, when he and the beta were taking showers in the practically-empty locker room at the gym, that Scott realized something very, very important about Isaac that he’d miraculously ignored: Isaac was a huge slut. 

Pairings: Scott x Isaac, Kira x Isaac, Stiles x Isaac, Derek x Isaac, Boyd x Erica x Isaac, Mar (omg that’s me tho) x Isaac

Warnings: slut!isaac, sub!isaac, boyfriend!isaac, yoga pants!isaac 

A/N: My lovely friend Addison and I were talking about Isaac Lahey one night. Later, she decided to turn our thoughts into a fic–one that includes me in it. She is amazing and I am not worthy. (She even included my princess kink.)

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Lost Love (Zoom X reader) The Flash.

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM SEASON 2 EPISODE 15 OF THE FLASH!!!

AN: I’m basing Zoom’s identity off from the comics but taking his appearance and everything else from the TV show.

“Hunter?” (Y/n) called out, unsure of whether he was around or not.

“Yes love?” He asked, walking out of the bathroom, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping with water. (Y/n) could feel her cheeks heating up as she looked away, embarrassed. Hunter chuckled, (y/n) was too innocent. He walked over to her, turning her around and pulling her up against his chest.

“You’re too cute.” He mumbled, kissing her forehead as his hands cupped her warm face.

“Put on some clothes.” (Y/n) replied, gently kissing his lips, which was a bold move coming from (y/n) as it was Hunter who usually initiated any form of affection. Hunter smirked, pulling her on to his bed, (y/n) squealed as Hunter climbed on top of her, peppering kisses on her neck. (Y/n) gripped the fabric of the bed sheets tightly, her body burned.

“H-hunter…."she whispered, as he gently bit one spot, marking her as his. The way she said his name drove him crazy.

"I love you so much.” He whispered, his voice low and seductive. (Y/n) closed her eyes, feeling electricity run through her body. She loved Hunter so much, so much that she’d give up the world for him.

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“Come on Hunter, we’re going out tonight.” (Y/n) laughed as she continued to massage his shoulders. His work had caused him a lot of stress in the recent days and (y/n) decided that Hunter needed a break from all of this.

“I can’t, I have stuff to do.” Hunter replied, gently pushing (y/n) away and got up, putting on a shirt over his singlet. (Y/n) sighed, there was definitely something wrong, Hunter never acted like this.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice dripping with concern. Hunter looked up, not being able to make eye contact he shrugged her off.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He sighed and began to pack up his work files. (Y/n) moved towards him and grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at her.

“Hunter, please let me help, you’re acting strange.” (Y/n) pleaded, placing her hand on his cheek. Hunter was growing angrier, he certainly did not need (y/n) to be pestering him right now.

“Please, just talk to me.” She spoke again, but hunter didn’t reply, instead, he pushed her off, (y/n) stumbled back, her waist hitting the sharp corner of the table.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” He yelled, scaring the living day lights out of (y/n), who cowered away from him, tears of fear falling from her eyes. Never had she seen this side of him. She covered her mouth as she let out sobs but wiped her tears and grabbed her bag and headed out the door, leaving a frustrated and shocked Hunter by himself.

He hadn’t realised what he had done. He’d scared (y/n), he’d hurt her. She was only trying to help him but he had pushed her away. Finally coming back to his senses, Hunter quickly grabbed his coat and headed out the door, he needed to find (y/n). The weather was continuously growing worse and worse. He tried to call her but she wasn’t answering.

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Hunter sat outside the operation theatre, head in his hands as he cried. (Y/n) had been hit by a car and the chances of her surviving were low and it was all his fault. Only if he hadn’t yelled at her, only if he’d stopped from from running.

The door opened, and the doctor walked out. Hunter instantly got up, inquiring about (y/n)’s health.

“We managed to save her and she is stable now but due to significant trauma to the brain, we believe she has lost her memory.” The doctor concluded, patting Hunter’s shoulder as he left. Hunter looked at (y/n) through the viewing glass in the door, she lay on the bed, a bandage wrapped around her head and an IV needle in her hand. He opened the door and went in, sitting down next to her, he gently held her hand.

Hunter knew that he had to leave, he could risk (y/n)’s life, she was too precious for him to hurt or to lose and the path he was headed for, didn’t ensure her wellbeing. Hardening his heart, he got up and left, hoping she would start over.

Hunter headed to their shared apartment, he cleaned out the entire place in a matter of seconds, leaving no traces of him ever being there.

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2 years later - Earth 1

(Y/n) shielded the young child as the Barry and Zoom fought. The two of them were pressed in the corner of the room as the fight continued.

“Shh, you’re gonna be ok, I’m here with you” (y/n) whispered, consoling the little girl who was hysterically crying. (Y/n) herself was scared, she knew what a monster Zoom was and very little people who saw him made it out alive.

Barry fell to the ground, his head bleeding heavily. (Y/n) covered the girl’s eyes, not wanting her to witness this bloodshed.

“Let him go!” She yelled, taking a stand against him. Zoom stopped, allowing (y/n) to gain a look at him. Zoom let go of Flash, amused by (y/n)’s courage he sped over to her, knowing she’d work as the perfect bait.

He grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to him and pressed the nerves in the base of her neck rapidly, causing her to pass out and fall limp in his arms.

“If you want her, come and find me.” He growled at the Barry before speeding away.

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(Y/n) woke up in a dark room, or what she perceived as a dark room, but she had a blindfold tied around her eyes. He hands were tied together and she was seated on the cold floor. Groaning, she got up and sat against the wall, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her head against them as tears came out of her eyes.

She heard heavy footsteps heading her way and she sat up, wiping her cheeks with her selves. The door, or what she thought was the door, creaked as it opened and the footsteps stopped in front of her.

“Please, let me go.” (Y/n) begged. Zoom stopped, finally noticing her appearance and recognising her voice. The same voice that haunted him every night, the same voice that he craved to hear . His heart almost stopped, it was (y/n), his (y/n).

He instantly untied her hands and sped her up to his room, or the run down part of the building with a bed. (Y/n) gripped the cold bedsheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from her grip, she was so afraid.

“Please-” (y/n) began but Zoom cut her off by grabbed her warm hands in his cold ones. (Y/n) flinched, pulling her hands away from his and shuffled backwards, until her back hit the wall.

“Please, let me go, my-” he cut her off, moving closer to her and cupping her face with his hands.

“(Y/n).” He whispered, his voice sounding like a low echo.

“How do you know me?” She asked, afraid of what he was going to do. He said nothing but placed his lips against her’s in a short kiss. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as her whole body melted against him but her brain didn’t agree.(Y/n) instantly pulled back and gathered the courage and pushed him away. If she was going to die, she was going to die with her dignity intact.

“Please, let me go.” She said again, as Zoom adjusted to the shock. No reply came but (y/n) felt her hands being tired again, but not together, rather he tied her hands to the bed and speed away, leaving her in the cold, dark room to cry.

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(Y/n) sat on the bed when the door opened and Zoom walked in, his loud footsteps echoing throughout the room. (Y/n) had lost count of how many times this had happened, he would bring her food and force her to eat, even against her will.

“Eat.” A low growl came from him but as usual, (y/n) shook her head, indicating no.

“Let me go!” She yelled, pulling on the ropes. She felt the grip on her wrists loosen and soon her hands were free. Pulling herself together, she pulled her knees close to her, afraid. She still had a strong blindfold tied on her eyes and despite the - presumably - long time she had spent here, she was still afraid of him.

Zoom took off his mask, and came forward to (y/n), grabbing her hands and placing them against his face. (Y/n) on the other hand was confused, why did he act so affectionate towards her?

“Do I know you?” She asked, as she could feel water, no, tears on her hands. Tears coming from the monster that had been holding her captive.

“I’m so sorry…” He replied, his voice cracking and no longer inhumane but rather soft. (Y/n) took control of her own hands and wiped his tears, and gently moved her hands around his face, trying to intake his appearance. Her hands reached his lips and he gently placed a kiss on them.

“Can I see you?” She asked, unsure of his reaction. Zoom came forward and leaned over (y/n), undoing the fabric around her eyes and letting it fall to the ground. (Y/n) looked up, her eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room. Her eyes fell on Zoom, who sat right in front of her and he was absolutely breath taking. His blues eyes shined in comparison to his blond hair and his jawline and cheekbones were sculpted to perfection.

(Y/n) could feel visions, no, memories rushing back to her, memories she didn’t not remember possessing. She closed her eyes, feeling dizzy, she fell forward and passed out in his arms.

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“Come on Hunter, let’s take a photo!” (Y/n) giggled as she pulled him closer, smiling widely as she held the camera. Hunter looked at her, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

“Come on you grouch, smile.” (Y/n) scolded him and he smiled before pressing a kiss onto her hair as the photo clicked.

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“Happy Birthday love.” Hunter smiled as he placed the cake I front of (y/n), it was exactly 12 o'clock and he’d woken her up. (Y/n) teared up, never had she thought she’d meet someone so loving in her life.

“Hey, don’t cry, cut your cake, blow out the candles, come on.” Hunter smiled, wiping her tears away.
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(Y/n) woke up gasping, cold sweat running down her face. She looked around to see that she was still in the cold dark room but she had been freed of the ropes and blindfold. Instead, she lay on the bed, covered by a thick blanket as a small lamp was lit in the corner. Sitting up, she took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. The visions she had been getting were too overwhelming.

The door opened and (y/n) looked up, Zoom was no longer wearing his black suit, rather he was dressed in a grey hoodie and some sweatpants, his face being uncovered. He walked over to (y/n) and handed her a glass of water, which she gratefully took and gulped down.

“I know you.” (Y/n) whispered, looking down at the glass, seeing his reflection in the base. Hunter’s eyes perked up as he sat down in front of (y/n).

“Your name is Hunter isn’t it?” She asked, not looking at him. Hearing her say his name brought back so many feelings and memories for Hunter and not being able to control himself, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her’s. (Y/n) could feel a warm feeling spread through her body as he kissed her, butterflies erupted in her stomach. How many times had she wished that she would have had someone with her, someone who could make her feel like this. Ignoring the moral debate inside her head about this being right or not, (y/n) kissed back, feeling Hunter smile into the kiss as he pulled her closer. He gently lay her down and hovered above her, slowly and softly kissing her, as if she was going to shatter. (Y/n) rested her hands against his chest and was about to pull him closer when the faint sound of sirens was heard.

Hunter instantly pulled away and in a flash, he was back in his Zoom outfit. He cleaned up all evidence of him being around before turning to (y/n).

“I will comeback for you.” He said, his voice back to the echo and he sped off just as when officers of the CCPD entered the building. (Y/n) smiled, knowing he’d keep his word.

“Ma'am, are you ok?” An officer questioned. (Y/n) looked up, it was detective West, internally smirking she got up and replied.

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(Y/n) sighed as she walked out of the police department. Their questions never seemed to end. She walked home, and upon reaching there she opened her door and heard a noise coming from inside.

“Helena, you home?” She called out, wondering if her house mate was home. No reply came but a bolt of blue lightening came forward and sped (y/n) to her room and lay her on the bed. Zoom took off his mask, and (y/n) relaxed, knowing it was him.

“Now where were we the last time?” He smirked, connecting their lips. (Y/n) smiled, she’d found her lost love.

AN: I haven’t proofread this yet, forgive me for any typos!