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madhatterbri · 6 months

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Second Chance | Hook Part 5

Summary: The aftermath of Anna Jay's confession.

Author's Note: The next one will be longer. I got three Hook drafts and trying to clear out the rest of my drafts. 🤭

@99hook

The sound of constant notifications plagued your life ever since the segment aired on live television. Family, friends, even keyboard warriors had opinions on your broken relationship. The comments were pretty much the same on your Instagram and X account.

Let's bffr. Y/n is a baddy. She gonna whoop her ass.

Hook > Jack all day bay bay.

Getting her heart broken by a man named Jungle Boy lmfaoooo. Sad.

Seriously tho Anna is fine af.

Hook wouldn't have done this.

The empire you built to keep your life private crumbled at your feet. In the dust laid a broken you. The Internet knew that you were in a relationship with Jack Perry. Your Instagram bio had the date you two started dating and the initials JP next to it. Your profile was filled with pictures of the two of you together. Nothing scandalous of course. Just pictures of the two of you during random events.

There was no indication or mention of any problems in the relationship. Just pictures of a young, happy couple. No matter how much you wanted to portray a happy couple you couldn't. As you looked through the pictures now, you could see the cracks in the relationship. His smile seemed less authentic in the most recent pictures. The genuine happiness stopped just under his eyes.

The worst part was yet to come. Your boss, Tony, loved the possibility of this being a storyline. Your life falling apart was now going to be viewed by thousands of people. Tony assured you he wouldn't have asked if it wasn't for the good of the company. He couldn't believe all the interaction his precious wrestling company was getting.

For now Tony gave you time off to collect yourself. Now you were sitting on the couch in the comfort of your apartment. This was a safe place. No harm could come to you here. The walls were your protection from the outside world.

You hadn't reached out to Jack. Fighting over text message or a phone call wouldn't do for you. Now you were too hurt by Anna to even think about Jack. You would kick his ass one day but now your eyes were set on Anna.

A notification popped up on your phone. Someone left a comment on a picture on IG. You knew you should ignore it. The picture next to the comment looked different than all the others. You clicked on the comment and sighed.

It was over the holidays when you were still with Hook. He surprised you with a romantic getaway. The two of you were so happy. You sighed and placed your head in your hand. A single tear slid down your cheek. This was the trip you two first started talking about forever.

You dropped your phone on the floor and reached for the beer bottle on your table. The contents of the bottle quickly disappeared inside of you. You laid on the couch and cried falling into another exhaustion filled sleep.

#hook x y/n #hook x reader #hook x you #fanfiction #imagine #angst #hook #hook aew #aew hook

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rattyoakenbitch · 3 years

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❝𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞❞ ─ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨

hey, it's not like you ever tried to stay . .

❥ content ; gn reader, angst, dark themes, yandere themes, toxic relationship

❥ warnings ; sxlf hxrm & mxtilation, swearing, verbal abuse, manipulation, slight nxdity lol

❥ synopsis ; all you wanted was his attention. and by the gods, you were going to get his attention by any means.

❥ a/n ; first mello fic (: i've been wanting to write something dark for a while and ig i finally got the opportunity lol. i thought i got out of my death note stage but i'm back, so please don't be afraid to send requests or ask to be added to my nonexistent taglist! alsoo while this oneshot does include s/h, i am in no way glorifying or romanticizing it!!! but i do tend to write angsty and dark fics. again, this is a work of fiction and i don't intend for anyone to take this too seriously and let this influence them.

The loud crash of a glass echoed throughout the room as a vase went flying through the air and collided with the wall, just a few feet from where you were standing.

You didn't flinch. Didn't scream. Didn't cry. Didn't react. You were used to Mello's fits of rage by now, months into your relationship. If you could even call it that, at this point.

You knew Mello wouldn't dare lay a finger on you; if he did, he'd cut off his own hands and have live with the guilt forever, knowing he brought you harm. Which is why you didn't react.

However, he didn't seem to have a problem when it was only verbal.

"I don't fucking get you!" Mello spat harshly and continued to rant, "Why did you think that was okay?! Did you once consider how I felt?! I was worried sick that some asshole hurt you but you come back a day later and tell me you were at some boy's house!"

You only scoff, leaning against the wall in a relaxed manner, eyeing the remaining shards of the vase carefully. Just like Mello, you were incredibly stubborn.

"Answer me, Y/N!"

"Okay, Mihael," you state cooly, using Mello's legal name and causing him to listen more intently. "First of all, I don't know what you expected me to do when you invited your weird mafia 'friends' over while I was trying to sleep. Second, he's not 'some boy', his name is Y/F/N and he's one of a few people I can trust. I don't know what you think of me."

"You could've gotten a hotel room, that's what!"

"With what money, Mihael?! What fucking money? You forced me to quit my job and then practically lock me up in this hell hole that I can't even call 'home' anymore!"

Mello huffed. "Pfft, you should be grateful. I've kept you safe all this time, away from the dangers of the world. You're alive because of me. Me. You're mine."

"Yeah, some fucking life, right?"

"I provide for you, I protect you from the monsters out in the world, but you still decide to go and whore yourself out to your little 'friend'," Mello sneered, his sharp voice dripping with venom.

You stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. All words, all arguments and nasty retorts expiring on your lips.

"I.." You start, but laugh pitifully. "I don't even know what you're saying. I don't know if you even know what you're saying. Honestly, Mello, just when I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore, you start spewing complete and utter bullshit out of your mouth." Mello's silence only egged you on. "It's no wonder Near always came in first place." Aaand there it was. You snapped.

If looks could kill, you'd be dead. Mello's eyes widened in anger at the mention of Near, reminding him of his inferiority.

In a completely different situation where he wasn't on the receiving end, Mello would be smiling proudly, listening to your clever retorts and comebacks. You've always been as stubborn and hot headed as him, and he really liked that about you, fuck that "opposites attract" bullshit. (I ACC LOVE THAT TROPE LOL IM SORRY) However, considering you were both extremely toxic people, it was far from entertaining when it was you who got in a fight with the other.

You didn't stop, though. If he was gonna play that who-could-be-more-toxic game, you weren't gonna back down.

"I don't know if it was the explosion or you've really always been that stupid, but you need to get the fuck over yourself and stop throwing tantrums when you find out that I have a life, too, and I have friends. Friends who actually give a damn."

You stare down each other in silence, a heavy tension hanging in the air. Still, after a few moments, Mello didn't make any effort to speak or react, other than walking out of the room.

Days, weeks went by. Mello hasn't spoken a word to you. Hasn't even looked in your direction when you passed each other or walked into the same room. You didn't exist anymore, and it worried you.

Mello was never like this. Within a few days or even hours after an argument, you would easily kiss and make up. Had you gone too far this time?

Besides the fact that Mello was intentionally giving you the cold shoulder, he was also busy with work, and was out of the house from midnight to early afternoon. During that time, you would stay at home and carry out your every day mundane tasks and chores.

Even now, you didn't seek comfort in your family or friends. You were either busy keeping the house clean, sleeping, or entertaining yourself on social media. But it was all a sad attempt to keep your mind occupied on anything else other than Mello.

And one day like any other where Mello was out doing whatever the hell mafia dudes do, you snapped. You decided you were sick of the silent treatment.

If Mello was gonna play dirty and ignore you, you were gonna give him something to react to.

Mello came home some time after sunset. Kicking off his boots as he walked in the front door, he immediately knew something was off. It was quiet - too quiet. Despite the fact that you were practically taking some sort of forced break after the argument, you acted the same. You went about your day and didn't bother acting shy or timid around Mello. You still hummed earworm pop songs to yourself or put on a podcast to fill the tense air. But now there was nothing. Just Mello, the walls, and the silence.

Mello cautiously walked around the house and searched for any signs of you, fearing the worst.

As he frantically looked around, he stopped abruptly at the sight of blood smeared onto the hallway wall.

Blood.

His heartbeat began to thump loudly in his ears.

Then he noticed more blood. And more, smeared up on the wall, and eventually a trail picked up. He followed the bloody trail as it lead him through the hallway and stopped outside of your shared bedroom that he hasn't been inside for weeks.

Mello shakily inhaled and braced himself for whatever gruesome scene he would walk into.

He reached for the doorknob, twisting it and letting himself in.

Soon as he did, he ceased all motions, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to process what his eyes were showing him.

There, you sat on the bed, nothing on but your underwear and one of Mello's shirts. On one hand, you loosely held a pocket knife. On the other, you had your sleeve rolled up, your inner arm facing Mello's direction.

Your doe eyes looked up from the floor and met Mello's panicked ones. He was finally looking at you again. Despite the gorey setting and the stinging in your arm, you smiled. You were real to him again.

Multiple cuts oozed blood and trickled down your arm, onto your now dirtied clothes and the once satin white sheets below you.

As Mello got closer, silently freaking out, he could now see that these weren't just cuts - you carved out words. Sentences, onto your arm.

Among the many bloody 'I love you's' and pleads, one word stuck out to him.

It was his name.

He felt sick. Distraught. Guilty. Afraid.

"Y/N," he choked out shakily.

His gaze trailed up your arm, your body, and fixated onto your seemingly innocent face. Your face was rested and gentle, your eyes still staring up at him with adoration and desperation. If it weren't for the blood that painted your whole body and surroundings red, he would have found comfort in your presence.

"I did this.." You ran your fingers along your fresh wounds, not once wincing or drawing back in discomfort. "For you."

You continued, a sick sweetness in your voice. "Jus' wanted to show you how much I love you.. You've been leaving me so lonely, Mello." You frowned. "It was only a matter of time before I had to do something. And now you're finally here.. And you won't leave me again."

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steves-legs · 6 years

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“I Swear to God, I’ll Love You Forever” (Tony Stark x Reader OneShot)

**GIF NOT MINE**

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A/N: So I was watching Avengers Assemble last night, and wow this idea came to me. Also loosely based on Pints of Guinness Make You Strong by Against Me! :’-) I died writing this by the way. Don’t come for my neck, I haven’t written in 6 months. Enjoy.

Song(s): Lullaby / Sia || Pints of Guinness Make You Strong / Against Me!

Warning(s): mentions of possible death, anxiety, mentions of PTSD, reader under severe emotional stress, sad tony, emotions emotions emotions, and TONY FLUFF near the end ig??

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You sat on the main deck of the helicarrier with Hill at your side. You bit your nails nervously, awaiting some form of assurance that your friends were alright. You’d been taken over by Loki just hours ago, and you were a little more than worse for wear. The team had begged you to stay back and of course, you didn’t want them to be worrying about you, so you did. Maria rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

“They’re going to be alright, Y/N.,” she said although she didn’t sound too sure. Her voice was unsteady despite her stoic expression. You nodded, not even bothering to return the full eye contact. Your attention soon was drawn back to the floor, then your shoes. You worried for your new friends in a way you’d never felt before. You’d known Clint, Tony, and Natasha for years, but somehow you cared for the other Avengers just as much already. If something were to happen to Bruce, Thor, or Steve… You didn’t know what you’d do, especially knowing you’d chosen to sit on the sidelines. And that’s when Fury came stomping out onto the deck, mumbling something about some “stupid-ass decision” Council had elected to make. You’d heard him shout “nuclear strike on the island of Manhattan” and “thousands of people will die”, but that was about it and honestly you were too afraid to ask. Maria gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze before heading directly over to her superior. They talked in hushed voices, concerned looks curtaining both of their faces. Maria glanced back over at you but never returned to your side.

What followed was the most agonizing ten minutes of your life. Radio silence. Then, just as you began to feel hopeful there was no way this day could get any worse, Hill’s voice echoed through the room.

“Sir, we have a bird in motion! Anyone on the deck, we have a rogue bird! Shut it down! Takeoff is not authorized!” You looked around, panicked, and saw Fury speed out of the room, guns-a-blazin’. You heard multiple loud explosions and gunshots but watched in horror as the jet sped through the clouds anyway.

“No… No, no, no, no, no…” you exhaled loudly, panic taking over your body. Your heart rate was through the roof and no matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to slow it down. You felt as though the world was spinning around you. As Fury came back in the room, you heard him speaking to Tony.

“Stark, can you hear me? You got a missile headed straight for the city--” A pause. “—Three minutes… max.” You tried to catch your breath, but you couldn’t help the guilt pulling at your gut.

Why the hell am I not out there fighting with them? I should be… I shouldn’t be here. This is a coward’s way out. As the news blared on all the computers around you, you felt as if you were falling, falling, falling and you weren’t going to stop anytime soon.

“We have limited information on the team, but what we do know is that billionaire Tony Stark’s iron man……--”

You could feel the room shrinking around you, and if it weren’t for your phone suddenly buzzing in your back pocket, you were positive that you’d be crushed between the walls. You went to check your phone and the name that came up on the phone pulled tears from your eyes. You stood abruptly, answering the phone as fast as you could.

“Tony… What the hell is going on?!” you shouted into the speaker.

“I… I’ve got the missile… I’m going through the portal… Y/N… I’m… so sorry.” He said breathlessly, not wasting any time. You could hear the pain in his voice and it made your heart wrench.

“Tony… Dear god, no. I should’ve never let you talk me into staying. I could’ve been there. You asshole, why’d you talk me out of it!?”

“Jarvis reminded me that I should probably give you a call. I gotta say, it’s really… really nice to hear your voice right now…” Tony sighed weakly. You could hear the smile in his voice. “J is telling me my power’s getting real low.” The reception cut out a little bit near the end, and you felt like you were being crushed by the weight of every single word Tony said. Maria watched you curiously, worriedly, and Fury headed over to one of the monitors. He looked as though he wanted to give you space.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come back.” You said softly. You heard the breath hitch in his throat.

“I love you, Y/N. So much. If I don’t come back, I need you to know that, okay? I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone, and I mean anyone, as much as I do you. And I swear to God, I’ll love you forever.”

“You really are a dick.”

Tony’s broken-up laugh sent you into a mess of tears. You sniffled slightly.

“Don’t cry, angel.”

“I’m gonna punch you in the stomach for telling me at a moment like this.”

“What better moment to tell the girl I’ve loved for years?” Tony asked, almost nonchalantly. You couldn’t help but crack a smile. You laughed a little, tears streaming down your cheeks. You breathed a little, the static sound becoming louder. You could hear what you guessed was the strange ear-ringing sounds of the portal get louder and louder. Tony grunted in what you knew was excruciating pain.

“I think it’s time to go…” he said, and you could tell he was panicking, more so than you.

“Make me proud.” You said. “I’ll love you forever.”

“I always try. I’ll see you soon, I-- promi—"

And the call dropped. Either the suit had run out of power or Tony had made it through the portal, where cell towers obviously couldn’t reach. Everyone around you cheered; he’d made it through the portal with the missile. But you were thinking of the next few moments… The fall would kill him. Or the portal could close. You dropped your phone, reality suddenly hitting you like a sack of bricks. There was a large chance you’d never see him again. You sat back down, unable to stand any longer. Maria came to your side, almost immediately, and put her arms around your shoulders. You put your head in your hands, waiting until you weren’t crying anymore to wipe your eyes and show your face again. You put on a brave face, turned to Maria, and said, “I have to head to Manhattan. Whether it’s street cleanup, talking to officials, or clearing the Avengers’ names. I have to go.” She nodded, understandingly.

Weeks Later

“The Avengers Initiative is a collection of the ablest individuals to defend our planet Earth from imminent global threats. These individuals have come together as a functioning response team to said threats which are too great for humankind to handle. But enough of that, you all look just about ready to fall asleep hearing me explain what you already know. Now, most of you are probably wondering what I’m doing up here, representing the Avengers Initiative. The reason that I’m up here is that I’m fully human. No special suit, no trust fund” –this earned laughter from the crowd—“no shield, special training, or bow and arrow… and certainly no green skin. I went to your average public high school in Queens. I lived there my whole life. I grew up with my mom, my dad, my little brother, and a dog.

“My life was like yours. I hold that chapter of my life near and dear. It’s in my heart and always will be. And although my life has changed drastically since then, I am always looking out for people like me, people like my mother, my father, and my brother. People who aren’t superhuman, specially trained, or billionaires. I believe that with the Avengers on our side, defending our lives, we have no reason to worry. Our lives are in good hands with these people. They love our Earth, they love the streets we walk on just as much as we do… and ultimately, we all have the same goal: global protection. Now that we are all fully aware of extraterrestrial beings, that’s something we need now more than ever. Protection. For our families. For our mothers, fathers, siblings, children, and, yes, our dogs too. It’ll take time, it’ll take getting used to. The truth is, I don’t need each and every one of you to take what I’m saying and accept it, to trust it. It’d be the smart thing to not quite trust us yet… Give us a chance to show you why you can. But these past few weeks, these past events in this city marked the end of an era… and with the end of one era comes the beginning of another. Welcome to the future... A world protected!” You called, raising your hands up. The crowd cheered loudly, excitedly. You’d done your job: clearing the Avengers’ names in the people’s eyes. As you stepped offstage, Happy pushed you in the direction of the BMW awaiting you. You waved at the crowd, smiling, and blowing kisses as you climbed into the backseat of the vehicle. To your total surprise, Tony sat there in the backseat, waiting for you.

“Hey there,” he smiled. You felt your heart skip a beat. You didn’t say a word, just pulled him into a tight hug. You hadn’t seen him since you flew out to Manhattan and discovered that Tony was still alive; Bruce had saved his life. You had a lot of cleanups to do outside of Stark Tower, and Tony had decided to completely remodel, as well as begin working on rebuilding the city. He chuckled softly, returning the hug. “Missed you too, angel. I saw the entire speech. You did amazing… Stellar.”

“I think I might just be spending too much time around you, Mr. Stark.”

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing, Y/L/N.,” he said smiling like an idiot.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get your quip out, Tony grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you softly but passionately.

“I’ve seriously missed you so, so much.” He said more seriously this time. You knew your cheeks were bright red by how warm your face felt.

“I missed you too, Tony. But… probably not as much as you seem to have missed me.” You teased, and he feigned offense. He leaned back, hand on his chest, and gasped audibly.

“And to think, I came all this way for you to just reject me!”

“You literally had Happy drive you here.”

“Not my fault you decided to hold your speech in the rubble and ruins of a building we blew up…” Tony said cockily.

“I wish you were up there with me.” You said. Tony took your hand and squeezed it.

“I can’t face a crowd of people and talk about how… how that made me feel.” He said, and you could tell he was trying his best to keep his voice steady. You placed your other hand over his and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“It’s going to be alright, Tony. I promise. That’s never going to happen to you again. And if it does, if everything around you falls apart, I’ll still be here. And if you need proof of that, just look at the past three years. I’ve been here.” You promised. You held up your right pinky in front of the two of you. He locked his left with yours.

“If you’re wrong, you owe me $10,000. For emotional trauma.” He said, then let your hand go. You smirked.

“If I’m wrong, I can write you an IOU and a 10-page apology.”

“Deal.” Tony agreed, then sighed. “Do you swear you’re here to stay? You’re not going to go away?”

“We did just pinky swear, didn’t we?” you asked. Tony smiled, laying his head on top of yours.

“I love you forever, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tony.”

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dean-the-smol-bean · 6 years

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Snow Day

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam (mentioned)

Word count: 2.1k

Request: Hmm what about reader and Sam and Dean, and reader is stir-crazy because it's been raining all week and is bored. Then somehow it turns into cuddles and relaxation. (by @princess-of-erebor1992 )

Warnings: none really. a bit of cursing. innuendos?

A/N: Anyone who knows me- or has really ever looked at my blog even once- will find it no surprise that I chose Dean for this. He’s my main squeeze. (I like writing Cas next, and then Sam- I can and will write him, just personally, I feel like he’s such a brotherly type! (that said don’t hesitate to request him)

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“Jesus,” you sighed, your breath fanning out and creating a foggy cloud across the thin barrier of glass that separated you and the raging storm outside.

The snow roared, whipping and swirling around everything, making it impossible to see. You pulled your sweater tighter around yourself, shaking your head at the icy beast encompassing the city just outside your motel window.

“Ok. Keep me updated.”

You turned your gaze to the man across the room from you. Dean clicked his phone off, pocketing it and pushing himself up from where he leaned against the counter of the kitchenette. He made his way over to you.

“Sam okay?” you worried, and Dean nodded.

“He got to the Library just before the storm came in. He’s stuck, but he’s in. I’d say I feel bad, but I swear he’s loving this, the damn geek.”

You laughed, turning back to the window. Dean took a seat across from you.

“He’s not the only one who’s stuck. It’s crazy out there- what, are we on Hoth?”

Dean chuckled.

“Now who’s the geek?”

You cast your eyes sideways, pouting at him. A silence fell over the both of you, comfortable and warm despite the ice forming on the outer edge of the window just beside you.

“s’kinda beautiful, you know?”

You watched the storm outside as it flourished, fell, burst and combusted all before your eyes.

Deans traced his gaze over the features of your face. Down the arch of your nose, over the soft flesh of your cheeks, across pink, slightly chapped lips. He cleared his throat, quickly averting his gaze to the white wall on the other side of the window, seemingly bland now.

“Yeah- uh, yeah. It is.”

It was quiet for the moment and all you could hear was the wind roaring beyond your comfortable walls.

“What do you say we make some cocoa? No better time.”

Dean pushed himself from his seat eagerly, walking back over to the kitchenette and pulling one of the cabinets open.

“Hell yeah. I’ve always wanted to snuggle up with some hot cocoa on a snowy day.”

Dean frowned as he pulled out a box of complimentary instant teas, coffees and chocolates.

“Haven’t you?”

You pushed yourself from your seat as well, making your way over to him.

“Nah. Never had’em where I grew up- wasn’t really snow weather. It was all dust and cactus where I’m from.”

He pulled the plastic sheathes off of two disposable warm drink cups.

“So no snowball fights? Fighting over the best blanket? Snow days?”

You smiled as seemingly genuine despair spread across the grown man's face.

“Not a one.”

Dean huffed, handing you a paper packet of cocoa powder and a cup. You tore its top seam away, sighing at the familiar smell.

“Well, we simply can’t have that, Ms. Y/L/N.” he picked up the pitcher from the coffee maker, walking over to the sink, and beginning to fill it. “Consider this your first official snow day.”

You laughed, pouring your packet into the bottom of your cup. The powder puffed up at the sides, sending a cloud of chocolate up into the air. You waved it away, shaking your cup to level it out, tiny artificial marshmallows revealing themselves in the mound of sepia powder.

“Do all of them take place in an old ratty motel room?” you teased. He came back to your side, the pitcher full of water. He placed it on the machine.

“For me?” he pressed the button at the top of the coffee maker and it whirred to life, a little red light beginning to blink with the word ‘HEAT’ cheaply painted next to it began to blink. “Definitely.”

“So, Mr. Winchester, what do we do on snow days such as these beside drink hot cocoa and stare out the window?”

You settled yourself onto Sams bed- it’d originally been your turn to take the couch tonight, but Sam was off at the library probably nose deep in some old book that no ones touched in 50 years, so you overruled.

“Well, first and foremost, we make a fort.”

Your eyebrows shot up at him.

“Seriously?” you laughed, sure he had to be joking.

“As I’ve ever been. Come on, it’s freezing out, we’re stuck inside for who knows how long so we’ve got plenty of time to kill- it only makes sense that what follows would be-”

“-A fort,” you interjected, still not sure if you were hearing the 6′3″, 200-pound hunter in front of you correctly.

He grinned, and for a moment, you saw that carefree, childlike Dean that you always knew was hiding under all that angst.

“A fort,” he repeated.

You shook your head, unable to stop a grin from infiltrating your cheeks.

“Alright then. Fort it is.”

“You were right, this is pretty awesome.”

Settling yourself in comfortably, you took in your surroundings. Using the space between the beds, you stretched the sheets up and over your heads, tucking it up against the headboard and under the mattress to create a tent shape. You took every remaining pillow and blanket and created a cocoon of cozy. You’d even taken the liberty to bring the TV to the floor and stretch the blanket over that.

“I know. I’m always right.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the fact that Dean was laying just inches away from you, the henley that he used as a pajama shirt hugging him impossibly perfectly, his body radiating heat, just asking to be touched.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore your wandering mind. He was your best friend. Not your boyfriend.

“Yeah, you were super right last month when you ‘knew exactly where you were going’.” you raised your voice and made a face, mocking him.

“Oh my god, you and Sam are gonna hold that against me forever, aren’t you?”

You giggled, biting your lip.

“Oh yeah. I’m gonna be teasing you for the rest of time.”

Dean rolled his eyes, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“You wish.”

It took you a second, but your eyes widened, coral blush spreading across your cheeks. A silence fell.

“What do you say we find something to watch?” He stuttered.

“Yeah, yeah. TV. Let’s just uh, put something on.”

You eagerly picked up the remote, pointing it at the TV and pressing power.

The TV sizzled to life, a newscaster flashing across the screen for approximately one second, and then-

The TV clicked off, and with it went all the lights in the room and the heater.

You both laid there for a moment, stuck in the headlights of the idea that all the power- most importantly the heater- was suddenly gone.

“Shit.” Dean breathed, and you both sat up, tops of your heads pushing at the fabric of your tent.

“Does this... usually happen on snow days?”

Dean huffed.

“Not... particularly.”

“But, we’ll be okay, right? It’ll come back on soon, right? it has to., right?”

Dean pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, crawling out from the tent and grabbing his phone. You watched him open it up, glancing at the screen, his brow furrowed.

“Uhhhhhh... right.”

You groaned, falling back against your pillows. Not a promising response.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be fine! Look, this fort's good for more than one thing,” he shoved his phone into his back pocket, crawling back inside. “All these blankets in this little cocoon- it’ll keep us warm enough until the power comes back on. Here,” he began pulling at the blankets, covering you with as many as he could manage. “And uhh... oh! Look,”

He crawled back out, and despite the fact that you were already beginning to shiver, you smiled, watching as he went full mom mode.

He came back around a few seconds later, and you frowned, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

“No way.” You scolded, watching as he crawled back inside a second time, bundles of candles you used for rituals from time to time cradled in his arms.

“What?” he questioned as if he weren’t about to light a bunch of fires in a pile of cloth.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Dean, you can’t light candles in here!”

He ignored you, beginning to place them on open spaces around the fort, namely above your heads, in and around the side table that stood between the two beds.

“Pshhh, we’ll be fine! Live a little, Y/N! We hunt monsters for a living and you’re afraid of a couple scented candles?”

You frowned, pursing your lips at him.

“Fine. But if I catch on fire and die, I’m blaming you.”

He laughed, pulling out his lighter and flicking it to life.

“Fine by me. At least you won’t be cold anymore.”

Ten minutes later, all the candles were lit, and strategically placed in the least dangerous spots you could manage. When he’d finished, Dean had slid under the covers next to you, burying himself deep inside the chrysalis of comfort you had created.

Despite the circumstances, you were fairly warm- well, as warm as you could be, lying on the floor in a pile of blankets with no power during a snowstorm.

However, there was one other thing you could do to get even warmer, and you had a feeling you were both thinking it.

Who was going to be the first to suggest it, however, was a much different story.

You lay in silence for a little while, just staring up at the shadows cast by the candles, dancing across the sheet above you, trying to ignore the fact that the glow they created made Dean look exceptionally beautiful.

You could feel how warm he was without even touching him- the man was a damn space heater. You could just imagine what it would be like to reach over, pull him close and bury yourself in him. It would be that easy...

But you couldn’t. You’ve had some more than friendly feelings for the man for who knows how long now, and you didn’t want to put yourself through wrapping yourself in his arms, letting your mind get caught up in the fantasy when you knew it was never going to happen.

A particularly harsh cold brushed through you, and you shivered roughly, teeth clacking together cartoonishly.

“Alright, fuck it, this is ridiculous. C’mere.”

You sucked in a breath, staring wide-eyed at the man next to you. He’d pulled up the blankets, opening up his arms and offering a space for you to scoot closer. You swallowed.

“Oh... you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do. You’ve been shaking over there for the past fifteen minutes. I’m freezing too, alright, so it just makes sense that we should, you know, share our body heat.”

You looked him up and down hesitantly for a moment, before nodding.

“Alright. Yeah.”

You pushed back your covers a bit, proceeding to scoot yourself over, inch by inch, until you were pressed up against his chest. He dropped his arm, wrapping it and the blanket around you. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, softer than you had imagined. Without thinking, you curled yourself inwards, eager for more warmth.

“See?” He quipped, voice slightly hoarse. “Better, right?”

You nodded, hoping to god he couldn’t feel the rapid thrumming of your heart.

“Much. Thanks.”

He cleared his throat a bit.

“No problem.”

You remained silent for a while, trying to come to terms with the idea that you were curled up in his arms and dammit- if it didn’t feel like you fit there perfectly.

You took a deep breath, trying to distract yourself.

“You know... I could get used to this.”

You pushed your head up so that you were looking directly at him.

“What do you mean?”

You could feel his breath fanning across your lips, impossibly close as you lay tangled together.

“You know... just... you and me... us... togeth... ah, fuck it.”

Suddenly, his lips were on yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, and it took you a second to register that this was really fucking happening, but as soon as it did, you reciprocated, running your hand through his impossibly silky soft hair, tightening your grip on his shirt.

Your mouthes seemed to fit together just as perfectly as your bodies did.

After a moment, you pulled away, lips plump and breaths short.

“I uh... I’m not always the best with words and... I just wanted to... you just...”

You cut him off yourself this time, pulling his lips back to yours.

“Just shut up and kiss me,”

You definitely didn’t have to worry about keeping warm anymore.

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A Hunter’s Life For Me

Word count: 2249

Warnings: description of panic attack

Pairings: OFC(Jules) x Dean, Reader x Sam

A Hunter’s Life Masterlist

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Chapter 4: Not the Titanic song

Jules POV

Half an hour, that’s how long it took me to work up the nerve to keep asking Dean questions. The brother’s were up to something, I knew they were. Surprisingly enough, Dean had stayed in the kitchen with me while I ate my sandwich. Maybe he didn’t want to leave me alone in the bunker to wander freely, finding things I probably shouldn’t be finding. Damn, now I wanted to snoop.

“Why was Y/N even here? I thought she’d left for good.” Dean gave me a look. “Hey, I invaded your home because I think there’s more going on than you’re telling me. Now, I want to know what you know, and I have a feeling it has something to do with Y/N. So what did she say?”

“She told us to stay out of the demon thing.”

“The demon thing?”

“Apparently your demon, the other five deaths and maybe even the one at the gas-n-sip, are just the tip of the iceberg.”

“So are you going to? Stay out of it, I mean.”

“Hell no.”

“Okay, good. Because I want in.”

“Not happening.”

“Were you not listening? I’m here for a reason, and this is it.”

“You don’t have any experience whatsoever.”

“Two demons, just saying.” He threw his hands in the air, rolling his eyes.

“It wasn’t even you who killed them!”

“Touché. But I want to learn.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“And please make it a nice funeral. No roses.” I leaned over the table, sarcasm gone. “Seriously, Dean, I want to do this. I left my home and my dad because of this. I lost my mom and sister to the last demon. Do you not think I’d have wanted to be the one to kill it or send it back to hell? Because I did, so badly. But I couldn’t, because it was my mom. I was selfish and asked you and Sam to do it. Had it been anyone else I would’ve done it, but I couldn’t even watch you torture it.” Dean leaned his arms on the table, looking me right in the eye.

“You haven’t cried. You’ve acted like this was all some walk in the park, but you just said it yourself; your mom and sister died. How are you holding it together?” I held his gaze, trying to find an answer that wouldn’t sound… well, fucking crazy. No luck. I tried to make words come out of my mouth, but they just wouldn’t do it.

“I… I don’t…” Mom and Maria were dead… What had I… And dad, I’d left him with just a shitty ass letter to explain what I’d done. No. No, no, no. It wasn’t fair, I was selfish, and it wasn’t fair to him, not at all. My heart started to hammer away in my chest and there was a tight feeling growing in by body, and suddenly I had no idea where to go, just away from here, away from Dean’s eyes staring holes in my head. I flew up from my seat, stumbling backwards and tripping over the legs of the chair, which of course had fallen over. I went down, seeing the hard stone floor coming up fast. A flash of pain and then darkness.

“Jules…” A mumbling voice, like it was far away. Then, “Jules!” I opened my eyes and saw Dean standing over me with his hands on my shoulders and a genuinely worried look on his face. It all came back in a rush, the fall, the realisation of…

“Oh god, they’re dead!” The tears and sobs came like a flash, and I tried my best to wriggle away from Dean, to hide. He let go and I scrambled to the wall, leaning against it. I gripped my hair, pulling it tight as it all washed over me. I would never see my family again, how the fuck had that little fact escaped my notice? Was I that callous and insensitive? I was breathing hard and couldn’t get my thoughts under control.

“Jules.” Dean’s voice almost broke through the waves of emotion that were crashing over me like tsunamis. “Look at me.” His voice was firmer this time and I twitched, looking up from the floor and let my eyes meet his.

“What?” I asked in a cracked, desperate voice. Did he think he could fix this? How? I was the one who had done wrong here, and I was way past the point of fixing anything. Suddenly there were footsteps in the corridor outside the kitchen, and Sam’s voice coming from the door.

“What’s going on?” Dean didn’t look away from you for a moment.

“Sam, leave.”

“Dean-”

“I said leave, Sam. Now.” I didn’t see Sam, so I didn’t know if he actually did as his brother said.

“Jules, you need to calm down,” Dean said.

“How?” I asked. “Do you know what I’ve done? Do you realise what I’ve just left behind?”

“Yes, I do. Because I’ve done it countless times.”

“How did I not realise… All I cared about…”

“You ran. It’s what I would’ve done.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” It didn’t make me feel any better, not at all. Dean said he understood. I was losing my mind, but he understood. That was good, right?

The talking had calmed me down, so I let go of the death grip I had on my hair and let my arms fall to my sides. The tears were drying up on my cheeks as I looked around the kitchen. “Do you have any booze?” Dean smiled and held out his hand.

“Come with me, sweetheart.”

Dean POV

“What did you do to her?” Sam asked.

“I swear, she did this to herself, Sammy.” Sam tilted his head, critically eyeing the girl passed out, ass in the air, on the map table. One of her shoes had ended up on her hand, and her bra was hanging out of her left sleeve.

“Okay, let me rephrase,” he said, walking around the table. “What happened to make her do this?”

“She was trying to convince me to let her in on hunting demons, and she brought up her family. It’s been weird, how she’s just acted like what happened to them is nothing. So I called her out on it, and it was like a bomb dropped. She flipped out and fell over the chair, knocking herself out. Only for about a minute, and when she woke up she started crying. That’s when you came in.”

“Yeah, about that, why’d you tell me to leave?” Dean looked at Sam, eyebrow raised.

“You’ve been kind of a dick to her, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Hey-”

“I’m just saying, she didn’t need you in there. Anyway, she calmed down as we talked, and then she asked if I had booze. I had no idea it would lead to this.” Dean had gotten wary when after just one drink Jules found a way to put on music, even more so when after three drinks she started singing along and dancing. It was a relief when she passed out. She hadn’t talked one bit, just downed drink after drink.

“Well… Should we move her?” Sam asked. He didn’t seem to keen on the idea, and Dean himself would’ve happily left her right there, except for the fact that she was lying on the map table. Dean did not want to clean up after her if she woke up in a bad way. He looked at her face and noticed that she really was young. She looked… kind of innocent.

“I got her,” he said and gently moved her around so he could pick her up without waking her. He didn’t see the frown Sam threw his way, his attention on Jules as he moved out of the war room and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

Jules POV

And this was the reason I didn’t do a lot of drinking. Death was coming to claim me, I was sure of it. My head felt like it was going to explode, and my stomach was revolting in a glorious way. Getting up was the last thing I wanted to do, but I’d be damned if I threw up on the floor. That’s not very guest like behaviour. Despite the bathroom not being far from my room, it felt like it took forever to reach the promised land of a porcelain bowl to save me. I made it, and sagged against the toilet, sweat forming on my face as I heaved and emptied my stomach. When there seemed like there was nothing left to come up I fell to the floor in a heap.

It wasn’t until the door opened that I realised I’d fallen asleep in the bathroom. I looked up and saw Dean standing in the doorway.

“Wow.” His eyebrows flew to his hairline. “You didn’t even drink that much.”

“Please, stop shouting…” I whispered. His voice was like shards in my brain, meaning not at all welcome. He laughed, I winced.

“I actually came to tell you that me and Sam talked it over, and okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, you’re in. We’ll look into the demon thing together. As long as you promise to keep out of harms way. We’d like to avoid any damsel-in-distress-type situations.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I said and managed to pull myself into a sitting position. Something was flopping out of my left sleeve. What the-… I looked at Dean, trepidation slowly filling me.

“What happened?” I asked, fear coming through in my voice. How fucking drunk had I been?

“Well… There was music, dancing…” I groaned.

“Fantastic.”

“…and then you passed out on the map table.” I groaned louder.

“So what happens now?” I asked when the mortification, and Dean’s laughter, had died down somewhat. “We’re leaving in about an hour.”

“And going where?”

“We found more signs of demonic activity around your home, so we’re going back.” Great. One hour to make myself useful again. I tried my best to stand up from the floor, and promptly fell back down.

“You don’t drink much, do you?” Dean asked, teasing tone in his voice.

“Gee, Einstein, what gave you that idea?” He laughed again and finally left me alone. Getting back to my room was much harder than it necessarily had to be. I stumbled through the door and went to my bag to find fresh clothes. Bending down I got a whiff of myself and almost wanted to throw up again. I needed a shower.

I actually pulled off getting ready in time and met the brothers in the library.

“She lives!” Dean exclaimed. Loudly. Oh that dick is asking for it.

One bird and two insults later we headed outside and got in the car. My headache had calmed down a little, but I still felt like complete and utter shit. The only good thing I found in this situation was that I’d be able to relax and maybe get some more sleep in the car, since getting back home would take at least a day. Sam and Dean got in the car. As soon as we were on the road Dean did something that made me contemplate throwing up in his backseat.

“Dude, turn the music down!”

“Driver picks the music, Jules.”

“And the very hungover passenger decides the volume, unless you want to spend hours scrubbing these nice leather seats.” I saw the flash of panic on his face before his hand flew to the volume dial and turned it down until it was barely on at all. Sam turned in his seat and looked at me with a grin.

“You are my hero, Jules.” That was a change, but a very welcome one. I smiled and leaned back against the door.

“Anytime, Sam.”

I didn’t exactly sleep during the drive, but instead sort of floated on the edge of consciousness. We stopped at a gas station to refuel and Dean went into the store to get something he probably considered food. Time for payback. I sat up and leaned over the seat, fiddling with the stereo.

“Quick, what’s the worst music you have?” Sam gave you an odd look, before it dawned on him and he grinned. He dug around in the glove compartment and eventually pulled out a treasure.

“This is perfect.” I felt the evil grin spread across my face. Sam turned his eyes to the store.

“Quick, get down!” he said and I dropped back in the seat and pretended to still be not-sleeping. I heard Dean open the door and get in. There was some rustling, like plastic bags.

“Dude, did you get anything that’s not junk food?”

“Man food, Sammy.” Sam snorted a laugh. Then I heard the keys jingle and stuck my fingers in my ears. Dean started the engine.

“THERE WERE NIGHTS WHEN THE WIND WAS SO COOOOLD!!!”

The music blasted from the speakers.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean yelled and turned off the stereo. A bubbling laugh burst from my mouth, Sam joining in.

“I thought you two didn’t like each other!” Dean said, sounding accusing, like we’d betrayed him.

“I don’t know what you did to Sam, but he was all too willing to help me,” I said as I sat back up again. Dean narrowed his eyes and I sensed retaliation was just over the hill. Bring it, big boy.

@carryonmyswansong Loved your speculations on Jules and your enthusiasm for her development as a character :D I hope I’m writing her well and staying with her personality :)

Note: So my dad has this thing where he jokingly says “oh you’re free today, huh?” on the weekdays I’m not working. He thinks he’s funny. I point out that I’m working the whole weekend. My dad is not funny. Mostly. Okay, sometimes he’s funny. In a dad sorta way. I’ve asked him where he keeps his copy of Dad Jokes 101, but he won’t tell me. I know he has it somewhere....

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