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Started: 06 07 22

Last updated: 22 08 22

Key:  ✓ completed, ♥ ongoing,  ☾ angst,  ★ fluff, ♡ smut

Challenges

various x reader

30 day challenge | Summary: Using a 30 day prompt challenge, a collection of drabbles will be written for various characters.  ♥  ★  ☾

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Supernatural 

Dean x Sam x Winchester reader 

Join the hunt | Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business. ♥  ☾

Dean x reader

Messy kinda love | Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt.  ✓

Crushing (Part one) |  Part two | Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.  ✓ ☾

Sam x reader

Creepy Crawly | Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.  ✓  ★

Bobby x reader

I love you | Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?  ✓ ☾

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Stranger things (coming soon)

Eddie Munson X reader

Like marmite | Summary:  How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies. 18+  ✓ ★ ♡

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

let’s talk about the early stages of hyperfixation where you can literally feel your brain getting doses of serotonin because of a show or a movie or a person or a character and mentally you’re like ‘ooooh no’ but it’s like a blackhole you can’t run or escape from so you just gotta ride it out knowing full well the next few months maybe even years are going to be spent mindlessly obsessing over this thing

I love you

Dad!Bobby x reader

Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)

warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.

word count: 1109 

You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.

You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.

“My, my, my” A deep voice emerged, surrounding you, it sounded as if it was coming from all directions. The creature stepped out in front of you, in body clad in a black crisp suit, dark red splotches scatted on the material. Its hair was slicked back, styled smartly. It emerged from the shadows, into the slight light the salt and burn was casting, blue eyes, switching and turning black, the smell of sulphur and rotten eyes overpowering your senses.

The demon laughed, more like cackled as it walked towards you. If you weren’t incapacitated you would have fought back, but the searing pain froze you to the spot you were stood in. The vessel the demon was occupying was definitely attractive, but that didn’t matter. The demon got closer, until it was a few inches from your face, it grabbed at your face, leaning forward, inhaling your scent. “My, my, my” it repeated again, leaning in towards you, its hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“Who would have thought that I would get the jump on the infamous y/n Singer” it whispered, its voice sweet almost melodic, but the sinister undertone was still there. “I can’t wait to tell your dear old father” it continues, running a finger over your cheek, down to your side, where the hilt on the blade was sticking out of you. Its hand wrapped around it, wiggling it up and down, the pain surging again, as your knees weakened, and you collapsed to the floor with a gasp. The blade puncturing more of your insides as it stayed in the demon’s hand when you fell.

“Oh, yes!” it giggles manically, “I can’t wait to tell dear old daddy, but first you get to suffer” It kicked you in the side, dirt and mucked adding and mixing into your wound. It turned to look at you, smirking before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. You could feel the blood pouring out of your side faster than before, laying down you curled into a ball, trying to maintain body head. You could hardly feel your hands and feet by now, your body going into shock with the blood loss, but you willed yourself to dig around in your pocket, pulling out the phone, and calling the only man you had on speed dial.

The phone rings a few times, your close to giving up, conserving your energy, when a gruff voice finally answered.

“What have you done now, Idgit” The voice askes, the undertones soft and gentle, caring.

“Dad” you whisper, more blood pouring out of your mouth, you breath in shakily, pain rippling throughout you. “I need to visit you soon; it’s been too long” You try to keep your voice cheerful, not allow him to realise anything is wrong

“What’s wrong y/n” His voice is hard. Of course, you couldn’t fool your dad, of course the infamous Bobby Singer knew when something was wrong. The concern in his voice rolling in waves through the phone, you could imagine him now, standing in the yard, dark eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“Nothing’s wrong Dad” You squeak out, before a coughing fit overtakes your body, droplets of blood being expelled out of your mouth.

“That’s Bullshit, y/n!” He yells, dad could always tell when you were lying, but you ignored him, continuing with the story, that nothing was wrong.

“I just wanted to call you Dad, it’s been awhile s’all” You whisper, energy draining from your body quicker after you stopped coughing. Though a smile planted itself on your face, thinking of your father and the memories you had with him.

Bobby takes awhile to respond, you can imagine the cogs in his head turning, trying to figure out what was going on and how to help you. But you knew you weren’t long for this world, and you needed to tell him one last thing.

“Dad” you gasped, it was getting harder to breath, your eyesight had started going black around the rims, almost like those stylised photos you saw every so often.

“I love you Dad” Your energy was almost depleted now. Body cold and blue, most of your blood on the floor underneath you. Your ears had started ringing, your brain going foggy. Closing your eyes, it was easier to concentrate on your father’s comforting voice.

“Y/n! What is going on?” He yells down the phone, impatience and fear radiating from his voice.

“I love you Dad” You responded, a happy smile slipping over your face as you got to tell him something you didn’t say often. A hunter’s life was one of gore and hard-faced people, not a life full of lovey moments, though you wished you had said that you loved him more.

You couldn’t open your eyes anymore, eyelids to heavy to move. Your chest felt like the weigh of the world was rested upon it, organs shutting down one by one. Your heart slowing, trying to pump the last remaining blood around your system, your lungs hard inflating with much needed oxygen. It was your time. “I love you, Daddy.” You mustered up the last of your strength, taking the deepest breath you could, before repeating the three little words you wished you had told your father more. Your soul started to slip from your body, the ache in your side becoming more distant, your senses becoming numb, fading. Your dads voice distant, yelling and pleading your name over and over again like a broken record. You smiled as darkness encompassed you, your life slipping away, peace holding your hand as you crossed the line between life and death. Happy as you got to remind your dad that you loved him one last time.

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Just the two of us

Day 3: Use the words - Kitchen, date and music

Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It’s been awhile since you and Eddie were able to have some time to yourselves

a/n: First time i’ve ever written for Eddie, or even a stranger thing character. To be honest I thought my first stranger thing character would have been Steve. But oh well, I love Eddie too! Sorry if he’s a little out of character. I’m so used to only writing for supernatural, I need to get used to his character.

warnings: Flufff!

word count: 1550

It had been a while since you and Eddie had been on a date. To be honest neither of you had been on a proper date together. When the two of you originally got together, you were too wrapped up within each other, and each other’s beds to even care about going on proper dates. Then by the time you both hit senior year, the months of rolling in the sheets caught up to the two of you, and you fell pregnant. Your pregnancy was rough, leading to you missing most of senior year. Eddie felt bad that he had put you in this predicament, so spent a lot of his time caring for you. Unfortunately, you were both held back; but the birth of your daughter Melissa was worth it. The following year, you both got held back again; with no one to babysit during the day due to absent parents and Eddies uncle only able to look after Mel a few days a week, you both decided to wait it out another year. Now Mel was two years old, and both you and Eddie had decided that this year you were going to graduate, no matter what it took. With studying, Mel and the hellfire club, neither of you had had much time for each other, and one night it was agreed that you’d let the hellfire club babysit while the two of you had a date.

Walking up to Dustin’s front door, your nerves were bubbling. Mel was clung to your hip, Eddie bounding down the path ahead of you a little more excitedly, before rasping his knuckles on the door. It didn’t even take one knock, before the door swung open, the curly hair and cheeky grin of Dustin stood at the door, with the others poking their heads over his shoulder.

“D” Mel squealed from your hip, eyes bright and shining at the older male, hands reaching out as she tried to wiggle out of your grip. Gently, you lowered your daughter to the ground, where as soon as her small feet hit the floor, she waddled as quickly as possible to Dustin’s waiting arms. Where he quickly picked her up, throwing her in the air, a giggle escaping her lips, before she landed safely back in his arms and nestling her head into his shoulder.

“Dustin” You stepped forward towards the male in front of you, ready to give him a lecture, but Eddie stepped in, placing a reassuring hand on your lower back.

“Y/n, it’s ok” He smiled over at you before looking at the rest of the hellfire club. “Keep an eye on my princess for me, any issues call us. Don’t keep her up to late” He spoke, waiting for confirmation that everyone had heard him. Once he was happy, he spun around grabbing your hand, before walking you to his van, and holding the door open for you. You climbed in and started to fasten yourself, as he shut the door and joined you.

“Do you think she’ll be ok?” You question, eyes downcast as you start playing and picking at the skin around your nails.

“She’s in good hands” Eddie comforted you, the vans engine revving to life, as he drove off to the trailer park. Climbing out, of your boyfriend’s van, he looked over at you “Are you sure you don’t want to go out, y/n?” His voice is sweet yet laced with worry that you wouldn’t think this date would be enough.

“I’m sure. I want to be close by in case something happens to Mel” You respond, lacing your fingers with his as you walk inside, dumping your shoes and keys by the front door. Your sock covered feet trudged through the trailer, heading to the kitchen. Your head was fuzzy, filled with ‘what ifs’ about Mel. You were so out of it, you didn’t even realise that Eddie had joined you in the kitchen, until a warm hand wrapped around your waist, and a kiss was placed to your hair line.

“She’s fine angel” He whispered, lips ghosting your forehead. “Let’s enjoy tonight” He smiled, moving away, to wash his hands, you following suit. The two of you moved around the kitchen, never once bumping into each other. It was like a perfectly recited dance, as you grabbed bowls from the cupboard as Eddie filled the boiling saucepan on the stove with spaghetti. Dinner wasn’t fancy, but it didn’t have to be, all that mattered was that you were there with your boyfriend.

“Shall we put some music on?” You asked Eddie, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, before walking off to put on a record. You were expecting Metallica, or some other choice of Eddie’s music to fill the air. But instead he had chosen one of your old records, hardly used, that just sat in the back collecting dust. The last time it was used, was to help settle Mel one night when she couldn’t sleep.

You gasped, turning to look at your boyfriend, as the soothing piano of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the air. He just smirked at you, before collecting a couple of candles and placing them on the table, lighting them. “What?” He questioned a laugh rippling from deep within, “I can be romantic sometimes.”

It wasn’t much longer until the timer started beeping, alerting the two of you to the fact that dinner was ready. Eddie started grabbing the plates, as you drained the pasta over the sink, before scooping up the long spaghetti strings and plopping them down in a dish that Eddie had left on the side. He covered the pasta noodles, in the sauce that the two of you had actually made, and not just grabbed from a can.

Eddie ushered you to the table, hand placed gently on your back, guiding you to your chair. He pulled the chair out for you, before helping you sit down and pushing you in; though the scraping of the wooden chair on the floor, sent a shiver down your spine. Next, he placed the food on the table, before sitting down opposite you, smiling gently as he started to tuck in to the delicious homemade meal. You mostly ate in silence, except for the sound of the piano, and Eddie slurping his spaghetti up like a child.

After, you’ve finished eating, Eddie gets up gathering up the dirty dishes and cutlery, you start to push your chair out to help him, but he just shakes his head at you, before wondering to the fridge and pulling out a fresh pot of strawberries. He messes around in the kitchen for a few minutes, before emerging, with the fresh red fruit and some melted chocolate.

“Eddie” you gasp, looking at your boyfriend in shock. He just smiles at you before dipping a strawberry in the chocolate and wiping it across your face. “Eddie!” You yell, though you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth, which transforms into full blown laughter as he kneels next to you his tongue lapping at the sweetness on your cheek, making you squeal and move away from him. He laughs back at you, a smile over his face. Looking at your crazy boyfriend, you laugh even more when you realise his nose has chocolate on it, and you lean forward giving him a kiss on his nose to help clean everything off.

That’s when you notice that Eddie is quiet, and serious; a complete 360 from his behaviour just minutes ago. You shuffle closer to where he’s kneeling on the floor. “Bub, are you ok?” You question, trying to look into his eyes.

He shifts slightly, hands fidgeting in his pocket, before he smiles at you. “Never been better” He replies, still not fully looking at you.

“Are you su-“He cuts off your question, by leaning in placing his lips against yours. You shut your eyes savouring the taste of the chocolate on his lips. The kiss was short and gentle, and when he pulls away, you notice that his eyes are teary, but before you can question him further, he starts talking.

“I-I kept trying to find the right time to do this.” He looked down at the red velvet box in his hand. “I-I had a long speech planned but screw it.” He opens the box revealing a simple silver band with a small diamond. “I know its not much. But I love you. Y/n, will you marry me?” He questions, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Your eyes fill with tears, and before you know it, you’re throwing yourself off the chair and into his lap. The table gets pushed slightly, chocolate spilling everywhere, but you don’t care. Eddie smiles widely at you slipping the ring on your finger.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. A spark shot up your spine, it was like you were having your first kiss all over again. The pressure of his lips against yours was intoxicating, and it wasn’t long until he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and his hand started trailing up your leg. You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead on his. “I love you Eddie Munson” You whispered.

“I love you too, y/n Munson”

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Firsts

Day 1: First kiss 

Sam x reader

Summary: Sam and the reader have been dating for a month. But how does their first kiss go? Will it go well, or could it end in chaos? 

a/n: Start of my 30 day challenge! Though lets be real this will take longer than 30 days XD Hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this, just wish I was able to write longer stories, and hopefully one day I’ll build the courage to write a series.

warnings: Firsts, gentle, soft, super fluffy!

word count: 1113

You and Sam had been dating a little over a month. You were taking things slow. You did a weekly date night when you were both free, going out for coffee, walks and movies. It was nice, and it was slow. Just like the two of you wanted. It had taken to the second week of dating for you to build enough courage to slide your hand into his. You remember the feeling, his hand was warm, and calloused, but soft and gentle at the same time. He was gentle, he didn’t clench tight around your hand, but he didn’t leave it limp. It felt awkward and first, and Sam looked like a tomato as your hand touched his, but he smiled slightly. His facial expression communicating how much he loves you, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing the unspoken words between the two of you.

Currently, the two of you were sat on your sofa, a plush grey coloured thing that had seen better days, but you covered it with a crochet blanket, and it looked like it was new again. Though Sam didn’t care, all that he cared about was being near you, even if you were sat on the other end of the couch, a gap between the two of you.

You’re not sure what movie Sam had put on for this week’s date night. To be honest you weren’t paying attention, instead you were watching your boyfriend. The way he laughs, his lips stretching across his face, white teeth parted as a guttural laugh escaped from his chest, his eyes squinting and crinkling up. The way he bit his soft red lip when the movie amped up, and he waited on the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on the screen.

You took a deep breath, shuffling closer towards him, closing the space. Sam looked at you out the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his lips. They entranced you, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Closing the space, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder. You were stiff at first, and he froze when he felt your head lower down, resting against him. The most contact you two had, had since first dating.

“Relax y/n” He whispered, moving his head, and placing it on top of yours. You breathed out a sigh of relief, body easing, moulding into him. He was warm, comfortable and you knew you could spend your entire life curled up into the side of the gentle giant. The movie was ending, the credits started to roll, and you snuggled closer into his shoulder, nose in his neck breathing in his scent. He smelt of pine trees, with hints of amber and lavender. He smelt like home. He chuckled, dipping his head slightly and pecking your head. His lips were even softer than you imagined, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding you, so you tucked your head further into him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I should have asked first” He mumbled in shame, scared that you didn’t like it.

“I liked it” You breathed against his skin, causing a big smile to erupt across his face.

“What was that?” He smirked, having heard you clearly the first time, but wanting to see your face while you said it. You shuffled closer into his neck, breath fanning against his skin again, as you were about to repeat yourself. But his soft hand reached under your chin, lifting your head up, you closed your eyes, face and ears hot with embarrassment. “Open those pretty eyes y/n” He whispered gently.

You opened your eyes looking at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, what was that?” He continued, smirking a little.

“I liked it” You turned your head away, but he turned it back to look at him. You could see the happy smile spread across his face, his eyes showing all his adoration, his cheeks rosy. Your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips. God, you wanted to know what his lips would feel like on yours, and subconsciously, you poked your tongue out and licked your lips. Sam noticed straight away; you weren’t making anything subtle.

He moved his hand slowly, calculated. Making sure not to startle you, to not scare you away. Hand gently placed on the back of your neck, leaning in. You snapped out of your trance, when you felt his breath on your lips, your heart rate speeding up. Nodding at Sam, giving him permission, you closed your eyes. It felt like years before his lips touched yours.

They were plump. They were delicious, and you wanted more. But he pulled away.

“Are you sure your ok with this” He purred. You nodded, not trusting your voice, eyes fluttering slightly before you initiated the kiss this time, leaning in, placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You could feel the beating of his heart, it was fast and energetic, just like yours.

This time as your lips met you pressed a little harder, the gentle kiss was amazing, but you much preferred it this way. Feeling the pressure, as he pressed his lips back into yours. Your lips danced together, like they were made to be. You didn’t have to think about anything, in fact you didn’t think about anything. Your mind was surrounded by Sam, his smell, his touch, his taste.

He slipped his tongue out, tenderly pressing against your lips. You parted them slowly and he hesitantly entered your mouth, tongue exploring, until it met yours. Your tongues danced together, just like your lips did, fighting for dominance, and it wasn’t long until Sam won.

Though all good things must come to an end, and the two of you pulled apart, saliva connecting the two of you, your hand still resting on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as the two of you panted, gasping for air. His hand moved from the back of your neck, to play with a strand of your hair. You looked up at him, through your lashes. A beaming smile spreading across your face, Sam’s face like a mirror reflecting your expression.

You shifted around to your knees, putting more weight on his chest, leaning in quickly and pecking his lips. It was quick, lips ghosting against each other barely touching, and you just giggled at the pure happiness that was spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m guessing you liked that” Sam murmured. You smiled brightly, before snuggling back into his side, as he selected another movie. Sometimes the best date nights, were the ones that were spent inside.

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