omg i got tagged by two ppl but cannot find the other one so if it was you PLS HMU
but ty @thechurchboyniall for the tag
READING: the chase by elle kennedy (i love the briar u series im fighting the urge to reread the off campus books)
LAST SONG: 1 thing by amerie
LAST FILM: idk tbh maybe the others OR american psycho (i'm gonna watch fight club this weekend tho)
LAST SERIES: i just finished tires on netflix it was so funny and now im watching overcompensating on prime and its very relatable college experiences tbh
SWEET, SALTY, SAVORY: i love sweet but im tryna be a savory fan (long winded story cut short, high cholesterol and triglycerides runs in my dad's side and i just found out i already have them BUTTTTT im tryna go on accutane so i have to lower my triglycerides aka im on a health journey and cutting out excess junk food)
COFFEE OR TEA: i hate coffee im sorry i can't w the taste and i don't like too much caffeine so i love tea or lemonades
WORKING ON: i have too many ideas and i've been bouncing around, i have a multi part peaky blinders project, but i also have soooo much domestic fluff in my drafts, and i need to finish my bucky series, so if you have any prefs lmk (even if you don't read them i just need opinions on what to focus on LMAO)
TAGGING: i have a lot of ppl i wanna get to know buttttt to not overload this
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝚰𝐍𝐆 — the glass bead game by hermann hesse, agua viva by clarice lispector and a collection of sylvia plaths poems!
𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 — mystified by fleetwood mac
𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝚰𝐋𝐌 — memento (2000)
𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝚰𝐄𝐒 — rewatching the office and friends, but also squid game season 3
𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 / 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 / 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 — definitely sweet!
𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 / 𝐓𝐄𝐀 — honestly my whole day is structured around different sorts of tea, it's a big part of my life
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝚰𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 — i'm officially on summer break now so i finally have some time to write! i'd love to write another logan oneshot soon. i'll probably post a few small blurbs next though!
Over the next few days, you didn’t exactly know what to do or what to think. After the news Castiel had dropped on you, you mainly hid out in your motels or sat in the back seat of the Impala, just staring out the window.
Castiel visited the brothers soon after he saw you, warning them of the dangers that were seeking you. Dean and Sam insisted you share a room with them whenever you go somewhere new, but you declined, saying you'd be fine.
You were too caught up in your thoughts, in your guilt, to focus most of the time, or to even include yourself. If you were alive, you’d be the reason Lucifer would rise if heaven didn’t stop the seals from being broken.
Something you stood by for as long as you could remember was, “Unless I am myself, I am nobody.”
But what if you never knew who you were, what if you didn’t know what you were? Who were you then?
It didn’t take long for you to come up with the decision. In fact, it was one of the first things you thought of after discovering you were the Living Seal. You could prevent the war from happening indefinitely.
It started with you being purposely sloppy on hunts, trying to make it seem as if you had died, it would be an accident. But every time, either the brothers would save you just in time, or you'd get hurt, but nothing would happen. You just wouldn’t die.
You were afraid of it at first. Afraid of death, and what would be waiting for you afterwards. But now you beg for it to happen when you're out, but it just never does.
It leaves you with only one option left: you have to do it yourself.
You sat on the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom, your body leaning up against the off white wall. Your hand lay limply by your side, a sharp hunting knife loosely tangled between your fingers. You kept your eyes closed, trying to coax yourself into doing it. You knew it was the right decision.
At least you thought it was.
Finally, you gathered the courage to lift the Knife, holding the cold blade against the skin of your wrist. A tear fell from your watery eyes, running down your cheek to your chin. Of course, you were scared; you didn’t know where you’d end up after this, or what would happen.
And the guilt you felt. What would Sam and Dean think, or feel? You would leave them alone.
You bit your lip, pressing the knife into your skin, breaking through the surface. You let out a whine, watching the blood run down, ignoring the pain, and pressing harder to go deeper into your flesh.
More tears fell from your eyes as you tried to stay as quiet as possible. You made a few more cuts along your arm, blood gushing from the wound and falling onto your thigh and the tiled bathroom floor, surely staining it a dark red.
You were losing blood quickly, your head began to spin, body growing weaker as the puddle grew bigger. The knife fell from your hand, landing with a loud ‘Clink!’.
Your head rolled back, hitting the dirty wall behind you, clouded, tear-filled eyes staring up at the white popcorn ceiling.
Your world spun around you, vision darkening slightly. You thought about the Winchester’s, you felt bad about doing this, about leaving them by themselves. But they would hopefully understand.
You knew they probably wouldn’t, especially not Dean.
First-person pov
It didn’t matter; my guilt could eat at me all it wanted, but it wouldn’t purify me, it wouldn’t make this decision any easier.
All I wanted in life was to be something good, something successful. I wanted to help people, and that's what I'm doing. I hope I die warmed by the life I tried to live. But in the end, life isn’t a fairytale where all of your dreams and aspirations actually come true.
I need to rest forever; therefore Lucifer can never rise.
I lay on the cold tile, staring up at the roof for what feels like hours, when in reality it's only been 30 minutes. But with how deep these cuts are, I should've already been gone.
I lean forward, sitting straighter, bringing my arm up to look at the damage better, then move it so I can glance down at the floor. Blood has seeped through my clothes, forming a large puddle on the floor that surrounds my body.
I sat in my thoughts for at least five minutes, trying to figure out what could possibly be going on. Why was I still alive? How is it even possible with the amount of blood that just came out of me?
The realization hit me like a train. I wasn’t going to die. It seemed like I couldn’t.
I slowly climb to my feet, the daze from earlier barely present anymore. And instead of being happy or relieved, I’m angry. Angry that I can’t finish what I started. Angry that I can’t do something at least a little heroic. Or is it really just a cowardly escape? I didn’t know anymore at this point.
I stumble over to the middle of the room, before falling sideways, my hands shooting out and catching myself on the small table before I could fall. My eyes glance all around the room, clouded with new tears threatening to fall.
I let out a struggled yell, swinging my hands up and forcefully knocking the glass vase onto the floor, watching it shatter upon hitting the floor just a few feet away. The tears finally spill like a broken dam, finally giving way. It takes me a few minutes to at least stand up straight after the outburst, having had to cling onto the small table to support my weak knees.
The flutter of wings and the feeling of another presence have me whipping my arm behind me, fisting the back hem of my tank top to keep it in place.
Castiel.
Second-person POV
He quickly took a step forward upon seeing your tear-filled eyes and distressed state. “Y/n, What’s wrong?” He glances to the side for a moment, seeing the shattered vase on the floor a few feet away.
He didn’t fail to notice you hiding your arm behind your back, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “What happened?” his voice was laced with slight suspicion, his eyes darting up to yours. Then his eyes flicked past you, seeing the large puddle of blood smeared all over the bathroom floor, and the small trail leading to where you stood. His eyes didn’t fail to catch the faint drip of blood coming from behind your back, falling and seeping into the plush carpeted floor.
It was only then did he realize the blood all over your clothes. He took a step forward once more, reaching a hand out to grab the arm that was hidden behind your back. You pulled away before he got the chance, however, stepping back to put some distance between you two. You didn’t want anybody to know what you tried to do, especially not an angel.
“Please go away.” You spoke softly, averting your eyes down to the floor. Your fist squeezed hard on the fabric of your tank top, the pressure only making you bleed more.
“Y/n, show me.” His voice was flat, he wasn’t asking, he was demanding. You could barely see any emotion on his face or in his voice, which was normal for him. But for some reason, now it makes you uneasy.
“No-”
You went to back up, but he was too fast; he reached out, pulling your arm from behind your back despite your effort to keep it hidden. Your arm was out on display for him to see fully.
You watched as his eyes widened, finally, some emotion flickering in them. A look of worry settled on his face.
His eyes traced every deep gash you made down your arm, and he could feel emotions he couldn’t quite explain. He was so new to all of this. To human sentiment.
The tears start back up again as soon as he finally sees it, so many emotions swirled around inside you. The guilt and shame, the fear of what he must think, the annoyance that you failed at the one thing you thought you couldn’t mess up.
You shake your head, bottom lip wobbling as you speak. “I’m sorry I- Please dont be mad-” You didn’t even know what you were saying, you were just scared. You didn’t know why you were so scared of what he of all people thought of you, but you were.
You tried to pull away again, but he tightened his grip, not painfully though, just firm. “No, Y/n. I’m not mad, I’m just confused.” He stepped closer, “Why did you do this? Was it because what I told you?”
You refused to look him in the eye, you couldn’t bring yourself to, you didn’t want to see how he was looking at you. “I- I just thought that if I did this I could help- I just wanted to stop the seals from being broken-”
Finally, your eyes met his blue ones. It was only in this moment you realized just how blue they were, a deep cerulean like the ocean on a stormy day. “It didn’t work though, I dont understand.”
Your voice broke, it was barely above a whisper, but he heard you anyway. “Death almost resist happening to you because of the prophecy around your existence. Its much harder to die but its not entirely impossible.” He kept his voice calm.
His other hand found your forehead, two fingers pressed up against it in an attempt to use his grace to heal your wounds. But it didn’t work. Castiels eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“It seems I cant heal you either because of these abilities..” He felt bad enough that you had done this to yourself because of what he told you, but now he can’t even heal you. Fix what he feels he had done.
You wipe your eyes with your free hand, pulling away from his grasp. “It’s okay, I’ll just clean up-”
“No, let me.” He cut you off without hesitation, holding a hand out and gesturing towards the bed. “Please.” He said it so softly it shocked you, this was by far the most emotion you’ve ever seen him, or any other angel, show.
You slowly nodded, walking over to the queen sized bed, taking a seat on the edge.
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Castiel stayed with you all night. He handled you with such care, making sure he patched you up good, before having you lay down and get some much needed rest. After you fell asleep, he cleaned up the bathroom and anywhere else that had blood on it, before sitting on the chair beside your bed all night. He didn’t dare leave.
You even awoke to him still there.
Its been a few days since then, and thanks to Castiel, you’ve been feeling a little better. Hes come to visit you almost every night, either in person or in your dreams. Its been nice having him to talk to. At first, you didn’t like him that much, but now, you really do enjoy him.
This night was different. Castiel had apparently gone into both yours and Dean’s dream, telling you both he had something important but he couldnt say it then, that someone could be listening, and to meet him at some abandoned warehouse.
The next morning, you and the brothers were headed there first thing. Only to arrive and find what looked like a blood bath of angels.
“It looks like a bomb went off.” You muttered, eyes scanning around the area, looking at all the bodies that laid in an ash of wing imprints.
“So, was Cas fighting angels?” Sam was thinking the same thing that you and Dean were. “I dont know..”
“Over here!” You called, walking over in quick strides, kneeling down besides Castiels seemingly unconscious body. The brothers quickly came up to stand besides you, watching.
“Cas, hey Cas.” You placed both hands on either side of his face, turning him so you could look at him better. “C’mon wake up..” You spoke softly, rubbing the pad of your thumb against his cheek.
You watched his eyes flutter open, and a small smile graced your lips, one full of home.
“Castiel?” He said. Your eyebrows furrowed, He sounded the same, but different. Less monotone in a way, you couldn’t explain it.
“Cas are you okay?” You asked, only for him to shake his head in your hands. “I’m not castiel, its me.”
“Who’s Me?” Dean spoke up from beside you, starring down at him. “Jimmy, i’m Jimmy.”
You remove your hands from his cheeks, your eyes roaming his face. He was castiel but he wasn’t at the same time. Jimmy. That must be his vessel.
But the question was, where was Cas, and was he okay? Was he alive?
“Now, how many razor blades did they find?” Mrs. Wallace sighs and responds nearly in tears. “Two on the floor, one in his stomach, and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?”
It was the day before Halloween, and you three had found yourselves yet another case. The days have been flying by rather quickly, being mostly uneventful, and you all just kept busy chasing monster after monster.
As you walked around Mrs. Wallace’s house, searching for any hidden hex bags, your mind was elsewhere. All you've been able to think about recently is the upcoming war between heaven and hell. Demons and Angels. Lucifer vs God, or however it was going to be. You didn't know what would happen, and you certainly didn’t want to find out.
“If someone wanted to kill my husband, don't you think they'd find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?” You turned, finally listening to the conversation going on beside you. Your brows knit together, eyes glancing between the two men you traveled with. Dean held up the hex bag where Mrs. Wallace couldn’t see, and you sighed.
You knew you should take a break from hunting and focus on what was more important. It was only stressing you out more. But at the same time, it was keeping your mind off things, even if just for a moment.
There were two deaths that day. Jenny and Luke.
That night, you were in Sam and Dean's motel room. Sam was at the small table, laptop in front of him as he did research, while Dean sat on the couch and watched some random cheesy romance, claiming he was only ‘Channel surfing’. You lay in their bed, wrapped up in the blanket, staring at the roof. You were tired, exhausted, but you were forcing yourself to stay awake.
“I think I have it.” Sam finally speaks, and you sit up, looking at him. “It's not the work of a grudge, it's a spell.”
You swing your legs around the bed, feet hitting the carpeted floor as you walk over to him. “What is it?”
“Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st.” Dean walks up behind you, his brows pinched together. “Halloween.”
Sam hums, confirming Dean's word. “What exactly are these blood sacrifices for?” Sam leans down and reads a sentence from the website before straightening up again. “It's a demon summoning spell, but not just any demon.”
“Samhain.” You spoke up, and Sam nodded. You’d read about this before a few years ago, and you never thought you'd have to be worried about it, until now.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” You looked between the two, watching as Sam sighed, pinching his eyebrows together. “Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celts believed that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain's night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago.”
You looked down at your feet, a sigh escaping your lips. You knew what this meant. If you three don't stop the witch before the final death, then it's a guaranteed bloodbath.
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You, Sam, and Dean arrived back at the motel the next day after questioning Tracy’s art teacher, Don Harding. He claimed that his student, Tracy, nearly clawed his eyes out during a violent altercation.
Sam grabbed the handle to his and Dean's room, twisting it and opening the door. You watched as he tensed, quickly drawing out his gun and pointing it ahead of him, yelling, “Who are you!?”
You grasped his arm, walking in beside him. “Hang on, Sam.” You squinted your eyes through the dark, seeing Castiel facing you three a few feet away, another figure facing the window.
You place a hand on Sam’s gun, pushing it down. “It’s Castiel.” You tilt your head slightly upon seeing him. Dean hears you, walking in behind Sam to stand beside you, his eyes landing on the angel's large frame.
“Him I don’t know, though.” You pointed to the man who still faced the window, not paying you any mind.
Sam looks at Castiel in wonder and shock, a smile quickly growing on his lips, head shaking slightly. You forgot he hadn't met the angel before; you just watched him stumble over his words while staring at the other man.
“Oh my God- er- uh, I didn't mean to- sorry. It's an honor, really. I've heard a lot about you.” He held out a hand for Castiel to take, and he looked at Sam’s hand like he isnt sure what to do with it.
Sam shakes it a little, and it seems Castiel finally understands and takes his for a short, brief shake.
“And I, you. Sam Winchester.” He nods, his blue eyes staring at Sam. “The boy with demon blood.”
You stepped forward, watching the two. You didn’t know why he was here, and who the man in the back was, but you didn’t have the best feeling about it
“The raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?”
You parted your lips to respond, before Dean cut you off. “Why?”
“Dean, have you located the witch?” Castiel seemed almost annoyed, his eyes piercing into Dean's.
“Why do you care?” You let out a sigh. Dean always had to argue with him. “The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals.” Your eyes darted back to Castiel. He was one of the 66 seals? That made this even worse. If you didn’t stop the witch from completing the spell, then hell would be one step closer to raising Lucifer.
“Okay, great, well now that you're here, why don't you tell us where the witch is? We'll gank her and everybody goes home.”
“It's not that simple, Dean.” Castiel sighed, looking down at the floor like he was trying to find words to piece together his next sentence. “This is Uriel, he's what you might call a.. Specialist.”
Finally, the other Angel turned away from the window, revealing his face as he walked over. Unlike Castiel, he seemed not to like you or the brothers. It was very unwelcoming.
“A specialist? What are you gonna do?”
Castiel looked at the brothers, then at you, a frown on his face. He almost looked guilty. “You, all of you, need to get out of town immediately.”
“What? Why?” Dean steps forward, staring down the two angels in front of him. “Because we’re going to.. Destroy it.”
You, Sam, and Dean all share a worried glance.
Later that night, you were lying in the bed of your motel room, which was right next to Sam and Dean’s. You lay in the dark, blanket covering your cold body, eyes staring up at the roof. You couldn’t sleep again.
The sound of wings startled you upright, your eyes squinting to see through the dark. Castiel now stood beside your bed. “Cas?”
He stood at your bedside, quietly scanning your frame. He didn’t exactly know what to say, but he knew he had to relay the information he had found out. By doing so, he could get in trouble with heaven. Normally, if he found out something like this about another human, he wouldn't have cared, but you were different. He couldn’t explain these feelings he had towards you.
“I.. There's something I need to tell you.” He walked closer, pausing for a second, his face twisting into one of what seemed to be worry. The most emotion you’ve seen the angel show.
Your eyes stayed locked with his, brows knitting together in confusion. “What is it, Cas?” He breaks eye contact, looking off to the floor while his hand tightens around his trench coat.
“You’re.. You’re important to this war.” Castiel slowly looks back up to you, tilting his head slightly. He's trying to find the correct words. How to properly relay this information to keep you from freaking out, although he knew you probably would either way.
“You are what they call.. The Living Seal.” You sit up a bit straighter, eyes boring into his, urging him to continue. “You are unknowingly one of the 66 Seals that, if broken, would allow Lucifer to rise. But unlike the others- objects, locations, or celestial rituals- you’re alive, human, and sentient..”
He takes another step closer. “The only way to keep the seal intact, to ensure that the war won't start, is for you to.. Die.”
You stare at him, mouth slightly agape, your heart pounding hard against your chest. You're one of the seals..? How is this even possible? How is it you are out of everyone else in this world?
“What..? Castiel, you have to be joking-”
“I wish I was.” His voice held sincerity as he stared down at you, watching your reaction.
You shook your head, leaning back in the bed, staring at the wall. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. “If I live, then it's only going to risk the world going to war-” You breathing became quicker, and your eyes stung slightly, which you wish they weren’t. You didn’t want to cry in front of the angel.
“But- I don't want to die either I-” You shook your head, one of your hands splaying against your chest, trying to catch your breath.
Castiel wasted no time, quickly sitting in the bed beside you. He leaned forward, hesitating slightly, blue eyes tracing your face. He extended his hands, placing them on either side of your face, bringing your attention back to him.
“You’re not going to die.” He said softly. “Sam, Dean, they won't let that happen.. I won't let that happen..” His voice grew quieter toward the end.
His hands on your face felt.. Good in a way. You had expected them to be cold and unwelcome, but they were the opposite; in fact, they were warm and soothing.
“You do need to be careful.. Both Heaven and Hell want you, they want to.. Break you. But they won't kill you.” His thumb swipes over your cheek, trying to comfort you while laying out more information for you to wrap your mind around.
“I will stay with you tonight, watch over you, and when Sam and Dean get back from finding the witch, I'll relay the message onto them as well.”
You nodded against his hands, leaning back, feeling how his fingers grazed down your cheeks as you pulled away. “Okay..” Your voice was quiet, and your body was shaking slightly. Castiel stayed seated in the bed beside you, watching your every move.
You lie back in the bed, body sinking into the firm mattress. Turning on your side, you covered yourself with the blanket and closed your eyes. Trying to push back all of the thoughts that were racing in your mind.
The dreams were recurring. Almost every night since you heard you were moving to Middlesex. They were all different, but there was one thing that united them all. A boy whose name you didn’t know, a face you’ve never seen before. He only exists in your dreams. Some could be unsettling at times. There would sometimes be a man wearing a creepy bunny suit, but you hadn’t seen him in all of them.
Every time one of the dreams occurred, you’d wake up hearing a voice say your name in the middle of the night, and when you would look for whatever called for you, you’d find nothing. They kept you up at night. You started to feel like you were crazy or something, and it scared you.
Tonight was your first night fully unpacked and settled in Middlesex. Your parents had bought a nice house in the suburbs, a place where you could have a fresh start. New school, new people, new home.
You closed the book you had been reading, abandoning it on the nightstand beside your bed. Your bare feet hit the carpeted floor as you stood, moving over to the window. You looked out briefly as your hands gripped the curtains to close them, and you froze, breath hitching in your throat.
The house beside yours, its window, was open right across from yours, and through the branches of the big tree by your window, you caught a glimpse of the boy you’d been seeing in your dreams; he was staring right at you, sitting at his desk. You quickly drew the curtains closed and turned around, immediately thinking it was your mind playing tricks on you, like you were finally beginning to lose it.
As you lay down, covering yourself in the blanket, you fell asleep quickly. The boy across the street continued to stare at your window, which was now blocked by your curtains. But when it wasn't, he was watching you the whole time. He had watched you unpack, he watched you set everything up how you liked it, he watched as you moved out of view when you changed, and then he proceeded to watch you just lie in your bed and read. This boy's attention was solely on you the moment you moved in, and how lucky was he that your room's window was right across from his.
He recognized you the moment he saw you through the window. You were the girl who kept occurring in his dreams. That being the only reason he was curious about you. But the more he watched, the more this strange feeling grew in his chest, one he couldn't explain, he just couldn’t seem to tear his eyes off you.
Once he was finally able to pull himself out of the chair and over to his bed, he fell asleep quickly, thoughts plagued with you before he did. That night, you both dreamed of each other again.
Donnie was climbing off the back of the bus, followed by his friends Sean and Ronald. He stood by the front before walking in, listening to Sean and Ronald's weird conversation, which wasn't uncommon for them. His thoughts were elsewhere, your face popping into his mind constantly.
A feeling began to creep into his chest once more, and he stood straighter, removing his eyes from his friends to look at the walkway, and they landed on you.
You walked up, clutching the strap of your bag anxiously, forcing yourself to continue walking and ignore it. It was your first day at this school, and you didn’t know how it would go or what would happen.
Just as you were about to step in, someone rushed up to walk beside you. “Wait.” That voice. You’ve heard it before, too many times.
You turned your head, eyes immediately landing on him. “What's your name?” He asked, his bright blue eyes locked on yours. You couldn't find words, you were just staring at him, mouth slightly parted.
You found the will to snap out of your thoughts, eyes tearing away from him. “I- Uh- I'm Y/n.” Your voice was shaky as you stammered, and you didn't even know what to think. How could the man you’ve never met or seen until now plague your dreams for weeks?
“Y/n.” He said, as if he was testing how it felt when he said it, how it rolled off his tongue. He scanned your face, taking in every detail.
“I’m Donnie.” His lips curved into a small smile, and he held out a hand for you to take. You connected your shaky hand with his and gave it a gentle shake. “You're new here, right? Do you need any help finding your classes?”
Donnie was trying to find any excuse he could to stay near you, to continue talking. He noticed the way you seemed shaken up upon seeing him, and it made him think. He couldn’t quite understand why, but he had a suspicion.
“I would love that.” You offered a small smile and followed him as he led the way through the large doors of Middlesex High School.
“I’m an angel.” Just like that. No drama. No explanation.
You almost laugh, because that word doesn’t match the man in front of you. He’s not what the stories portray angels to be. No wings, no halo, no soft light. But slowly, through scraps of conversation and things you’re not supposed to see, you start to understand. Angels are soldiers. Messengers. Enforcers. Made to follow orders without question.
At first, Castiel unsettles you. He appears at random times, steps out of the shadows like he doesn’t belong to this world, too still, too intense, like the air bends around him. His eyes pin you with something ancient, unreadable. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, his voice feels like thunder held in a jar.
You’ve only had a few encounters with him over the past few days, and every time, they were quick interactions. He’d relay a task or some information, then disappear. It was strange, He was strange.
Castiel popped by once again today to inform you and Dean about what Sam has been doing. To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Sam had been using his powers, the ones he acquired from the demon blood inside him, no thanks to Azazel. But what got you the most was what fueled his powers. Sam had been drinking demon blood.
And the cherry on top was the fact that he lied about Ruby. He told you and Dean that the black eyed bitch was long gone, dead. You had always hated her; she was a demon for Christ's sake, you couldn’t trust her. You always had a gut feeling about her.
But to find out she's still alive, and Sam’s been with her the whole time? There was so much information all at once.
You were feeling a mixture of things, worry for Sam’s safety, disappointment in his actions, maybe other things. You didn't know. But Dean? He was pissed.
He left you by yourself in the motel, since Castiel gave him the location of Sam before he left. You knew exactly where he was going.
So you lie anxiously on your bed, waiting for their arrival. You didn’t get much rest, the sound of wings and the air brushing past you had you sitting up quickly, a soft gasp escaping your lips as your head turned to the side. Your eyes strained to see through the darkness of your motel room. You knew who it was just by the familiar sound of wings.
“Hello, Y/n.” He spoke with no emotion in his voice, as normal. “Cas, you scared the hell out of me, again.” You groaned, turning your body more to face him, giving him your full attention.
“I'm.. Sorry.” You could tell he was being serious, although it was weird. Castiel never apologized for anything, let alone when he spooked Dean. The older Winchester always made it a big deal, and Castiel never seemed to be phased, just continuing on.
You tried not to think too much about it, just shaking your head. “No.. It's okay.” Your eyes locked with his bright blue ones through the dark, the light from the moon shining in through the window behind you and illuminating his features. “What’s wrong? Do you need Dean? I’m sorry, but he's not here-”
“It’s not him I need.” He looked down, seemingly thinking. “I’d rather tell you and have you relay the message. I feel you’d take it better than Dean would.”
You let out a small hum, nodding. It was strange, his voice seemed to be.. Softer in a way. Very slightly, though, it was almost unnoticeable. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you; you haven't been getting much sleep lately.
“Okay.. What is it?” You sat up a bit straighter in anticipation. His pause only made you more anxious than before.
“You and Dean have to stop Sam’s addiction to Demon blood somehow. If not, we’ll take care of him ourselves.” He paused, taking a small step forward, looking down at you. “I'm sorry. Those are just my orders, I felt the need to tell you.”
You stared up at him, not even knowing what to say. His words replayed in your head. “We’ll take care of him ourselves.” You knew whatever they would do wouldn’t be good. The angels would most likely kill him. You’ve learned that the angels weren't merciful; they weren't friendly. They just did what they had to.
You swallowed thickly, nodding softly. “I.. I’ll think of something-” You sucked in a breath of air, looking down to your hands that rested in your lap. “Thank you for telling me.. For giving me a chance to help him.” The sincerity in your voice is clear as day.
Castiel’s eyes traced your face, head going down in a slow nod. He didn’t know why he felt the need to tell you this. It wasn’t like he could get in trouble with heaven by telling you this information. They didn't tell him otherwise.
There was something about you that just.. It called to him in a way. But he couldn’t let his weird feelings get to him. He had more important things to do.
“You’re.. Welcome.”
The motel door slammed open, tearing your attention away from the Angel in front of you, and over to Sam, who stormed into the room. “Sam-” You quickly stood to your feet, looking in front of you again, only to find Castiel had left.
You went forward, and Sam slammed his stuff down on the small wooden table that the Motel had provided. You were about to speak when Dean came in, stomping over to his bed and shoving his belongings into a duffel bag.
You stand back and watch, not exactly knowing what to do at the moment. You were never good at dealing with their arguments.
Sam scoffs, staring down at his brother. “What are you doing?” The older Winchester says nothing, completely ignoring his words; he just shoves more things into the leather bag. “Dean, are you just gonna leave?”
“You don't need me. You and Ruby go fight demons.”
Dean zips up the bag, slinging the strap over his shoulder and turning around to walk out the open door, but Sam moves to stand in his way. But he moves around the taller man, completely unfazed.
“Hold on. Dean, come on, man-”
Dean turns around without warning, slamming his fist into his cheek, and Sam whirles around by the force. “Dean! Stop.” You walked forward, placing your hand on Dean's chest and shoving him away from Sam. Oftentimes, when the two were fighting, one or the other would end up swinging at each other. It was normal for them. But that didn’t mean you were going to stand by and allow it.
“You satisfied?” Sam's voice comes from behind you, only egging Dean on further. He lunges forward to hit him again. “God- Dean! I said Stop!” You yelled loudly, shoving him back into the wall with a loud thud.
He glanced at you, then too Sam. “No, Y/n! You heard what he's been doing!” He returned his attention back to his brother.
“Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?” The anger in his voice was painfully evident, his voice raised.
“I'm just exorcizing demons.”
“With your mind!”
You should know better than to try to stop their arguing match; it was always futile.
“I'm pulling demons out of innocent people-”
“Use the knife!”
“Both of you stop it!” You yelled, sending glares in both of their directions. They both finally went silent, giving you a moment to speak.
“Castiel came to see me while you were both out.” You took a deep breath in, not quite too sure how to word this next part. “He said that if we don't stop you, Sam, the Angels will. See what that means? That means that God doesn't want you doing this..” Your voice had gotten quieter towards the end, feeling both their stares on you. It made you feel uneasy, but you knew you had to relay the message.
They both exchanged a look before their eyes returned to you. They were at a loss for words, just like you were.
The phone ringing in Sam’s jean pocket was the first thing to break the silence. He shoved his hand in his pants to fish out his phone, pulling it out and answering it. He held it up to his ear, tongue darting out to wet his lips before a small, “Hello?” escaped him.
“It's good to hear your voice, too, yeah. Um, look, it's not a really good time right now. It's- ..Yeah, okay. Uh, well, just give me the details.”
He brings his gaze back up to look at you, then to Dean, hanging up the call. You swallowed hard, looking down at the carpeted floor underneath your feet. It seems you all had something to do yet again.
You were asleep on the motel bed, an open laptop lying right next to you with a few websites open. Dean was right across the room, past out on the couch, sitting up, a closed book in his lap. It was late, and all the research you two had been doing tired you out.
The TV flickered on, playing a loud white noise, waking you right up. You slowly sat up in the bed, eyes glancing around the room until they landed on the lit screen. “Dean.” You called quietly, legs sliding off the bed as you stood.
The Radio behind you began to whine, head snapping in the direction. “Dean!” You said louder, finally waking him up. His eyes snapped open, his body coming forward as he looked around, taking in everything that was happening. One thing was missing, though, Sam. He was gone.
You glance over to Dean, watching as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes with a soft groan. You quickly grab the gun you kept beside your bed, walking over to him and shoving it into his hands. You were going to try to turn the TV and radio off, but before you could, a loud, piercing sound, almost like a ringing, shot through the room.
You looked back at Dean, grimacing as it got louder. “Dean-” You called, stumbling closer to him as it got louder. What was this? You’ve never experienced anything like this before.
Dean reached out and grabbed your shoulder, looking down at you, before glancing around the room. The ringing suddenly got louder, and your hands shot up to your ears just as Dean did his.
The mirrors on the roof, Tv screen, and everything else glass began to shatter, the ringing sound grew so loud your whole head hurt, and blood began to drip down your ears. Your body crumpled to the floor, Dean falling right next to you.
The shards from the mirrors rained down on both your bodies, the room beginning to shake. The door to your room bursts open as Bobby runs in. “Y/n, Dean!” He yells, coming down and grabbing you both, dragging you out the door.
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You sat in the back seat of Bobby's car, holding a cloth around your arm to stop the bleeding. Turns out, while you were on the floor, a piece of glass sliced up your arm. You stared out the window, watching the trees pass quickly. Whatever happened back at the motel room scared you in a way. You couldn’t think of one monster or spirit that could do that. Which is why the three of you were on the way to some warehouse to summon the dam thing. It's about time you all figure out exactly what raised Dean from hell.
Dean's phone rang in his pocket, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked forward and watched as he answered it. “What are you doing?” He asks, looking out the window beside him. He hummed, looking back at you, then to the older man driving. “Bobby’s back. We all went to grab a beer.”
Upon seeing Bobby’s shocked look, he held up a finger as he finished up the call with Sam. “Why didn’t you tell him?” He asked as Dean shoved his phone back in his pocket. “Because he would’ve tried to stop us.”
You both may have forgot to tell Bobby why Dean had him driving to a Warehouse far from any town.
Dean turned to look at Bobby again. “From summoning the damn thing.” You watched as Bobby shook his head, a shocked scoff escaping his lips. “You can't be serious!”
It was finally your turn to speak up. “Serious as a heart attack. It's high noon, Baby!” He turned to look at you. “You knew about this, too?”
“Yeah, it was my idea. Now, eyes back on the road.” You leaned forward, patting his shoulder, watching him roll his eyes.
You wanted to know what this thing was and what its intentions were. So, of course, you suggested the idea, and Dean agreed to it. He wanted to know just as much as you did.
“Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything.” You could tell Bobby didn't like this idea too much, he was skeptical about it. You knew you should be too; you've seen how powerful this thing can be, but you were more excited to finally see what it was.
“That's why we've got to be ready for anything.” Dean spoke, holding a hand out to you. Your lips pulled in a smirk, pulling the demon-killing knife from your pocket, and reaching forward, handing it to Dean. You meant to give it to him earlier, but amid everything happening, you forgot, but at least you could prove a point by doing it now.
“We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk.” You spoke up again, leaning back into the seat. “This is a bad idea.” You knew Bobby wouldn’t like the idea, but He’d do anything to help you three.
“Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand.”
“We could use Sam on this.”
You let out a sigh. “Sam would only try to stop us, Bobby. He’s better off where he’s at.”
It didn’t take much longer to arrive at the warehouse. Bobby’s car pulled in front of it, the purr of the engine stopping as he pulled the keys out of the ignition.
All three of you grabbed weapons from the trunk, shoving the duffel bag full of things you might need. You had also brought a bag full of spray paint and things needed for the summoning ritual.
You were the first into the warehouse, Bobby and Dean following behind. Your hand found the light switch, flicking it on, the large building was only one room, completely empty besides two tables in the middle of the room. It was perfect.
“Alright, boys.” You set the bag onto a table, quickly unzipping it and reaching in. You grabbed three cans of spray paint, tossing them out to them. “Let's get started on these walls.”
It took around an hour for you all to finish covering the walls in protective sigils. Bobby had just finished the ritual around 5 minutes ago, and you all just sat there. “Are you sure you did it right?” Dean finally spoke up, earning a glare from the older man. “Sorry, touchy touchy, Huh?”
As if on cue, the roof began to rattle, the ground shaking lightly beneath you. Bobby and Dean grab their shotguns while you whip out your pistol, eyes glued on the door.
You were finally going to see this thing. “Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind.” Bad time to crack a joke, but it's all that you could say at the moment.
The doors fly open, a bright white light shining through as a man slowly walks into the room. He stepped into the room with a quiet intensity, tall and lean, his dark trench coat brushing against his legs. Tousled brown hair framed a face marked by sharp features and piercing blue eyes- eyes that seemed to see far more than they should. His clothes were formal but rumpled, like he’d borrowed them from another decade: a white shirt, loose tie, and worn slacks.
You lowered your gun slightly as he grew closer, completely lost in staring at him. He was very attractive, and you could just feel how powerful he was.
As he steps closer, the light above his head shatter one by one, You shield yourself from the falling shards of lightbulbs. Both Dean and Bobby begin to shoot at him, but he continues forward, completely unfazed. Dean throws his gun to the side, pulling the demon knife from his pocket, and holding it out defensively.
“Who are you?”
“I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”
It's been four months since Dean died. You watched firsthand as his stomach was torn open by hellhounds. It was something that has stuck with you for months; you haven't been able to get it out of your mind.
You were very close with the Winchester boys; you've been hunting with them for a few years after they ran into you during a hunt. You went everywhere with them and did everything with them. They were like family to you, the only family you had.
And now Dean's dead, and Sam's dead set on bringing his brother back from the dead, so he ran off and won't contact you at all.
You were happy you still had Bobby. You’d been staying with him since Sam left. You two went on the occasional hunt, but most of the time, you didn't have anything to do but be at the house, nothing to distract your mind from all the bad that had happened.
Today was another day like that. It was early in the morning, and you'd been up for a few hours, which was normal for you because of your frequent nightmares. You sat on the couch watching some show, while Bobby walked from the hall into the kitchen.
The sudden banging at the door tore your attention away from the TV, your eyes snapping in that direction. “I got it.” Bobby Grumbles as he walks over to the door that was around the corner and out of your view.
You heard the door open, along with a voice you haven't heard in months. “Surprise.” You stood from your place on the couch, but not moving, just listening further. It couldn’t be who you thought it was.. Could it?
“I-I don't..” Bobby trailed off, while Dean pushed past him and into the house, fully confident that Bobby would believe it was him. “Yeah, I don't know either.” He spoke as he turned around, breath hitching in his throat as Bobby lunged at him with a silver knife.
“Bobby, Its me!” He yells, hand wrapping around Bobby's wrist, pulling it away from his neck, but is then struck in the face. “My ass!”
You ran from your spot and to the doorway, just in time to see Dean, who was now holding the Knife in his hands. “I'm not a shape-shifter.” He says, bringing the blade to the skin of his arm, and making a small cut to prove himself.
He still hadn't noticed you standing behind him. Your hand reached into your back pocket, fingers grasping the cool metal flask holding holy water. You pulled it out and watched as the two quickly hugged.
“It's good to see you, Boy.”
“You too.”
Dean pulled away from his embrace, turning around, before stopping in his tracks. His eyes land on you, standing there, your eyes wide. This had to be fake; there was no way. He wasn't a shape-shifter.. Maybe a demon possession.
“Dean..?” Your voice was small, right hand grasping the flask behind your back tightly, watching as he took another step. “Y/n.. It's-” As he took another step forwards, you whipped your hand forwards, splashing him in the face with holy water, expecting him to scream, to be burning.
But no, he just stood there, spitting some of the water out, then bringing a hand up to wipe his face off. “I'm not a demon either.”
You stood there for a moment, eyes wide, just staring at him. It was really him. You went forward, throwing your hands around his neck. “How.. I watched you get torn up- How did you bust out?”
“I don't know, I just woke up in a pine box.” That must be why he's covered in dirt; he had to dig himself up.
“I missed you, you know.” You said quietly, hugging him a bit tighter. “I missed you..” He said back, just as you pulled away.
Bobby stepped up beside the two of you, fingers tangled in his hair as he scratched his head, something he did often while he was thinking. You watched as his eyes shifted between you two, lips parting to speak, “Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried for four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit would-”
“I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.” Dean cut him off, looking back at him.
You listened to the two talk; you were so happy Dean was back. Four months without him has been awful, now all that was left was finding Sam, then everything would be back to normal.
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It didn’t take long for you and Dean to find Sam; you both knew him well, knew his patterns, knew what he liked. You found him in some nice motel, and well, he attacked Dean just like you and Bobby had. But once he calmed down, Dean explained everything that had happened to all of you, and a bit after, as usual, the boys got into a small argument. It wasn't anything you weren't used to. Which was why you were all now on the road to some house owned by a Psychic Bobby knew, Pamela Barnes.
Bobby pulled into the dirt driveway, the purr of the engine coming to a stop as he pulled his keys out. You all shove the doors open, wasting no time up to her front porch, climbing up the few stairs, and stopping at her front door. You weren't sure what you expected her to be like, but you didn't care as long as she told you what tore Dean out of hell. It wasn't a demon, and it wasn't anything Sam did. So what, or who, could it be?
Bobby brings his arm up, taking in a deep breath before knocking on the door. But he barely gets a single knock on it when the door swings open and a tall woman in her thirties stands in the entryway. She was Beautiful and had a ready smile. “Bobby!” She goes forward, arms wrapping around Bobby’s waist, lifting him briefly off the ground.
You, Sam, and Dean all share a look as she does so.
Once Bobby is out of her grasp, he takes a minute to look at her. “You're a sight for sore eyes.”
“So, these them?” she asks, eyeing all three of you up and down appraisingly, a smirk gracing her lips. Bobby holds a hand out, pointing to each of you as he says your names. “Sam, Y/n, Dean, This is Pamela Barnes. Best damn Psychic in the state.”
“Hey.”
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
“Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.” You watch as she bites her lip, propping a hand on her hip. Her eyes trail up and down Dean's body, and you look away. You'd rather not watch them both undress each other with their eyes.
“If you say so.” He responds, before walking in beside her, you, Bobby, and Sam following behind. As she led you all throughout the halls, she spoke again. “Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why.” Your eyes found her as she spoke. “So what's next?”
Pamela turned to look at you, stopping just outside a door. “A séance to see if we can see who did the deed.” She turned the handle behind her back, pushing the door open and standing flat against it, inviting you all in. She moved and grabbed a black cloth, unraveling it as Bobby spoke. “Your not gonna summon the damn thing here are you?”
“No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal.” She lays the table cloth covered in sigils over her table, before moving to a cabinet, squatting down to reach inside, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads: Jesse Forever.
“Who's Jesse?” The older Winchester asked, his eyebrow raised and a smirk growing on his features. “Well, it wasn’t forever.” Pamela chuckled, moving a few candles over to the table and lighting them.
“His loss.”
You just rolled your eyes. Leave it up to Dean to flirt with every woman he met.
She moves over to stand in front of him, a smirk mirroring his own. “Might be your gain.” Then she turns around and begins lighting all the candles.
Dean turns to whisper to you and Sam. “Oh, I am so in.” You shake your head, a small laugh escaping your lips, while Sam just rolls his eyes. “Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive.” You say, eyes glancing back to Pamela.
“Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.” Dean says, before he stops speaking. You turn your eyes to see why, just in time to watch Pamela wink at Sam. “You’re invited too, Grumpy.”
A snort ripples through you, hand shooting up to your lips as an attempt to hide it. “You are NOT Invited.” Dean whispers loudly, pointing a finger at his face.
“Alright, alright, everyone sit,” Pamela says, already seated at the table. You all waste no time taking a seat, ready to get started. “Take each other's hands.” You took hold of Sam's right hand and Bobby's left.
“And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.” Dean's knees jump up and hit the underside of the table as Pamela’s hand rubs his inner thigh. “Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there.”
Dean exhales a heavy breath as he looks around the table, slowly bringing up a hand and pulling up his shirt sleeve, revealing the brand, or scar, shaped as a hand. Both you and Sam stare at it with wide eyes. What could have left something like that?
“Okay..” Pamela carefully lays her hand over his shoulder, closing her eyes. You do the same, and everyone else follows right after.
“I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” She begins to chant.
“I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” Each time she repeats it, she grows a little louder.
She chants it around two more times before pausing a moment. “I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare that easily.”
Castiel?” You and Dean both say in unison. “It's his name.. He's warning me to turn back.” She says, looking at both of you, who now have your eyes open. You jump slightly as the table begins to shake, the Radio in the back turning on and playing nothing but white noise.
“I conjure and command you, show me your face.” You looked between the four of them, and you felt uneasy, like something was wrong. Whatever this thing was, you had a feeling it was powerful.
“I conjure and command you, show me your face.”
Bobby shakes his head. “Maybe we should stop-”
“I almost have it.” She cuts him off.
The tables begins to shake more violently, white noise continuing to rage on as a loud ring fills your ears. It was slowly growing louder.. It hurt.
“I command you to show me your face!” She yells, “Show me your face now!”
The candles flare several feet in the air as a piercing scream shoots throughout the air. You look over at Pamela and watch as her eyes fly open, a white hot flame taking their place. The smell of burning flesh fills the air, your nose scrunching up at the smell while you watch her fall out of her chair.
Dean crouches beside her, holding her body while Sam and Bobby stay in their place, just watching in horror. You push up from your seat, the wooden chair following behind you, your eyes glued on her, and you just watched as her bleeding eyelids opened, revealing nothing but black. Her eyes were gone.. Completely burned out.
“I can't see! Oh god, I can’t see!” She cries, her hands lifting to touch her face.
You just stared at her, not knowing what to do. You were in shock. You just watched this lady's eyes catch fire and burn out of her skull. It wasn't something you could easily snap back from.
One thought was going through your mind. Whoever raised Dean from hell.. It was Powerful, unlike anything else you've ever seen.
Rhett has been staying at a friend's house after your dad died. He’s barely returned any calls or texts, refusing to leave the house for anything, just staying in the guest room. You knew he was mourning, but you were still worried.
After the others caught wind of what was happening, Jacob reached out, offering you a place to stay. The room right next to his has been empty for some time. Next thing you knew, you moved all your stuff into his house.
A week has passed, you and Jacob have gotten closer, so have you and the rest of the pack. You've gone on frequent hunts, hangouts at La Push, and dinners at Emily’s house. It's honestly been nice, it's helping how you feel after everything that has happened.
Seth and Leah had been around more lately, too; they shifted not too long after their dad passed. You felt bad for them, since you knew what they were going through. You quickly got close with them; it seemed a lot of the others couldn't handle Leah's temper, but you admired that about her. And Seth was a young boy, he was very kind, you liked them both a lot.
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Here you were now, walking around Jacob's house, dressed in a tight red, lacey tank top, paired with some boot cut jeans. You found it easier to wear less constricting clothes when you need to shift.
Billy came into the kitchen, and you quickly bid him good morning with a friendly smile, the sound of loud knocking disrupting your conversation. “Ill get it.” He moved, wheeling himself over to the front door as you went back down the hall.
“Where is he?” A familiar voice asked- more like demanded, from the door. “Hes not in.” You peeked down the hall at the front door where the two stood, immediately reconizing Bella.
She shoved past Billy, “Im sorry but I really have to see him.” She stroms down the hall, before stopping when you move to block her path.
Her eyes scan your face, before darting down to the tattoo on your shoulder, the one that appeared right after you shifted. It was similar, but slightly different from the others, not like she could tell.
“You,” Her voice full of disgust. “Your one of them, part of Sam’s.. Gang or whatever.” You rolled your eyes, propping your hand on your waist.
“Billy said hes not here, so go.” You knew Billy had lied, Jacob was in his room, fast asleep in his bed. But if he lied that clearly means shes not welcome.
“No, No,” She shook her head. “I need to make sure hes okay, who knows what you guys have done to him.” You scoffed, looking away for a moment, she sounded crazy. Not that was much of a surprise, she was always odd.
You parted your lips to speak, before quickly closing them when she shoved you to the side, storming down the hall.
“Stop-”
“Jacob?”
She slammed his door open, only to find him asleep in his bed. She let out a heavy sgh, shaking her head. You quickly walked up behind her, grabbing the door from her hands and shutting it.
Right before you did, she caught a glimpse of Sam, Paul, Embry, and Jared, all walking up to the house from the distance.
“Its time for you to go.” You spoke, before yet again, she shoved you into the wall. “Not before i get some answers.” She stormed outside, and you knew where she was going.
“Bella wait.” You called out but she didnt listen, she kept moving forwards, walking out the back door into the pouring rain, yelling, “What did you do?!”
You let out a huff, quickly pushing out the door and following her into the rain, body immediately getting soaked. “Bella stop!” You called out. You knew how paul could get, hes a bad instigator, and gosh he cant control his anger to save his life. Shes gonna get herself hurt, and although you dont like her, your not going to stand by and watch her get herself killed.
Bella now was in front of Sam, her hands coming up and slamming against his chest, although it didnt do much. The others quickly went forwards, before Sam stopped them with a single word. “Easy.”
“Bella you need to stop.” You said from behind her looking back at the others. She turned back to look at you for just a moment, “No-” Then looking back at the others.
“What did you do to him?!” The others growled from behind him, but stayed put due to Sams orders. “He didnt want this!”
You shook your head, watching the scene unfold. There was nothing yo could do, she wouldnt listen. This girl really knew how to get on your nerves.
“What did we do? What did he do! What he tell you?” Paul growled, coming forwards and getting in her face, before an arm separated the two.
“Both of you calm down.” Sam was quickly interrupted by Bella, both of them ignoring his demand.
“Nothing, He told me nothing because hes scared of you!” Paul started laughing, followed by Jared and Embry. You even let out a small scoff from behind her, that was one of the most stupidest things youve ever heard come from her mouth. Jacob, Scared of them? The mere thought made you want to laugh.
Bella raised her hand, striking paul across his face with a loud slap. Your back straightened, staring at the two. Paul quickly looked back, body shaking, growls escaping his lips as he let his anger get the best of him, Again.
“Too late now.” Jared smirked with a small laugh, backing up a bit. “Bella gat back.” Sam pointed at her, but of course she just stood there and stared at them. Ignoring people seemed to be her specialty.
Paul threw his body forward, his body shifting quickly, his grunts quickly turned into growls. It was only when he presented himself as his wolf that she began to ran.
“I guess the wolf’s out of the bag.” You shook your head, before running forwards, jumping over Bella, and shifting in the air. You landed in front of Pauls path, stopping him. You stood tall before him, growling, as if to warn him.
As you were, you heard Jacob run out of the house and onto the porch. “Hey!” He yelled, jumping over the railing and running straight towards everyone. “Jake run!” Bella ran towards him, trying to get him to stop.
Paul tried to go around you to get her, but you quickly moved, grabbing him by the neck and tackling him. You both rolled on the floor a bit, the sound of jaws slamming together was loud, fur flying around everywhere.
Jacob ran past Bella, completely ignoring her and shifting, following both you and Paul into the woods. He wasnt about to have you deal with something that you didnt start, he had to help.
“Take Bella to Emily’s” Sam ordered Embry and quil, before jogging off to the woods where you disappeared into.
Bella wasted no time, quickly running through the woods, not without tripping a few times. It didn’t take long for her to find her truck and drive straight home.
She slammed the front door open, speeding straight for the kitchen where Charlie Swan sat at the table, Harry clearwater just next to him. Trent Benally, your father, leaned against a wall just a foot away from them.
“I saw them, In the woods.” Her words were breathy and full of a lingering fear. Charlie sat up in his chair, looking at his daughter. “What were you doing in the woods?”
She ignored his question and kept saying, “They Are not bears, theyre wolves! I mean, huge wolves!” The three men stayed where they were, just staring at her, not knowing what to think about her outburst.
“Are you sure about that?” Harry asked, looking up at where Bella stood, an eyebrow raised. She just nods “I saw them.” Her chest heaved as she sucked in fast breaths, hands coming up and Pushing a strand of hair out of her face, a gesture she did often.
“Uh, Okay. Harry, Trent, you boys feel like goin’ hunting later?” Trent looked over at Charlie, shrugging lightly, taking a step forward to reach his can of beer on the table and take a swig. “Why not?” He smirked.
Harry knew all about the wolves and what they were, but didnt say anything about it, instead he just nodded. “Yeah, um.. Sure.”
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It wasn't long until you were all taking turns biting and throwing laurent, Sam being the one to end him. You never expected it to look like that. Sam grabbed his head by his mouth, front paws on laurents chest holding him in place as he pulled. His neck disconnected from his head like broken glass, and he was dead in an instant.
The celebration afterwards didn't last too long, for you anyways. You thanked Emily for the meal and bid everyone goodnight, Before starting up your car. It was a decent drive back home, but it was one that helped you relax. The radio turned up high as you listened to the rock station, the steady thrumming of the rain against the windows. It was nice.
You pulled into the driveway and hopped out of the car, making your way up the stairs.You fumbled with your keys, quickly shoving it in the door and walking inside.
“Dad? Rhett?” You called out, eyes scanning the area. It was quieter than normal. You walked over to the stairs, grabbing the railing and taking a step before pausing upon the sight of your brother at the top of the stairs. “Hey.” You smiled, continuing up the stairs.
“You were out late, I was worried.” His brown eyes soften upon seeing your tired expression. “Sorry, Rhett. I was with some friends.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You? Friends? I haven't seen you hang out with anybody since you were with cameron.”
Cameron was your boyfriend. Well, your ex now. He treated you awful and then broke your heart after 10 long months of dating. And ever since you've just hidden yourself in your room.
“Well, I made some new friends today.” A small smile graced your lips at the thought. “Really? I'm happy for you Y/n.” Rhett spoke softly, matching your smile. Your older brother cared for you deeply, he was happy to see you made new friends. That you were actually leaving the house for once.
He Hated Cameron and how he treated you, He didn't even know all that was happening to you until after you two broke up. He saw how bad you were getting, how you never left your room, how you always seemed.. Sad.
“Hey, uh, where's dad?” You asked, moving a strand of hair from your face. “Oh he called earlier, he's going hunting with Charlie and Harry.”
You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “I'm gonna get some sleep. Had a long day. Goodnight.” You smiled softly at him, before walking past and off to your room at the end of the hall. “Goodnight!” He called out as you shut the door.
It didn't take long for you to fall asleep that night.
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You woke up to the feeling of somebody shaking you. “Y/n, Wake up.” It was Rhett, and it sounded like something was wrong. You quickly sat up, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the tired blurriness. “What's wrong..?”
“Its Dad,” His eyes were glossed over, body tense. He looked like he was trying to keep himself from crying. “Rhett what happened?” You could feel your chest tighten with panic, head full of different bad possibilities.
He sucked in a breath, trying to find words. “The hunting trip.. It..” He shook his head. “Dad seemed to have fallen and hit his head to hard, and Harry had a heart attack.. It was all so..”
You leaned closer. Grabbing his hands. “Rhett please tell me..” Your words trailed off as you saw the sad look in his eyes. “The only one who survived was Charlie..”
A choked sob escaped your lips, tears immediately spilling from your eyes.
He didn't expect it to happen so soon, especially not with a girl he's never met before. Just a few weeks ago, he was sure his imprint would end up being Bella, that was until they were together for the first time since he shifted, and nothing happened.
He didn't know how to feel now that he knew you were his imprint, Happy, Disappointed? It was a mixture of things.
Right before he brought you inside the pack house, he made the others swear to tell you everything but imprinting. He didn't know why he did it, maybe it was because he'd rather you choose him out of your own feelings rather than some wolfy power telling you you had to be with him, or maybe it was because he was still caught up in the whole Bella situation.
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Emily had given you a change of clothes from her closet, so you could have more than just a shirt to hide your naked body. After Jacob was finally able to coax you to calm down, you shifted back, completely naked due to your clothes ripping from your body during the shift. He looked away and pulled off his shirt, handing it to you. It didn't cover too much, but at least it went down to your knees. It was enough to make it to the house.
After you changed, the others, who were all like you, sat you down on the couch and explained what was happening to you and what it meant. They told you about the wolves and what their jobs were, which also told you that vampires existed.
Never in a million years would you have thought vampires and werewolves existed, but here you were. You had so many questions and thoughts running through your head. You were a werewolf. Your job was to hunt down vampires and kill them.. Rip their heads off.
You never thought your life would have any important meaning; you believed you were destined to finish school and live a boring life slaving away at some 9-10 job.
Sam, who you quickly learned was the pack leader, informed you about the hunt later that day, which you'd be joining to learn how they did things. A few vampires were in the area, and they were determined to take them down.
So here you were, a few hours later, standing with the others, your eyes darting around as they spoke amongst themselves. Safe to say, you were nervous. You didn't know what you were doing or if you'd even do it right. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest at the mere thought of messing up.
A hand landed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked to the side, seeing Jacob stand beside you. “Relax.” His voice was gentle, mouth upturned in a smile that showed his perfectly white teeth. “You look like your gonna have a damn heart attack.” He chuckled softly at his own words.
Your skin burned around his hand in a way you couldn't explain. Your eyes met his, a small, nervous smile gracing your lips. “Just worried, you know. It's my first time. Who knows if I'll even do it right.” You admitted, eyes gazing down at your hands which were nervously fidgeting with each other.
“Don't be.” His hand gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, his eyes never leaving your face. “I felt the same way my first time, but when you're shifted, and going after a vampire, it's sort of like instinct. Your body just knows exactly what to do.”
You looked back up at him, a more confident smile taking your lips. You felt a little better after what he said. You gave a small nod. “I hope so.”
Your eyes met his, and you felt it again, the strange feeling in your chest, and the way your heart beat increased. Both of you just stared at each other, his hand never leaving your shoulder. That was until Sam's loud voice snapped you back into reality. Your back straightened, and your eyes went to look at him.
“There's one in the area, it's time to go. You all know what to do.” And with his words, everyone began to shift, including you.
You were all running quickly through the woods, chasing the scent. Somehow, you knew what you were smelling was a vampire, must be that instinct Jacob informed you about. The farther you all went, the stronger it got.
After a while, you could hear two voices in the distance speaking to each other, and the scent only getting stronger. It seems all your senses were enhanced due to your new power.
You were all led to a small plain, one where all the grass and plants were dead, most likely from the winter cold. It must be beautiful in the spring. You shook that from your mind as your eyes landed on two figures, one of whom you recognized..
Bella, the daughter of one of your dad's friends. You and she were never friends, more like acquaintances. She never seemed to be happy to speak to you, but it didnt bother you much, you didnt particularly like her. There was always something about her that never sat right with you.
You watched as she spoke to the man, who you could now tell was the vampire, and she seemed scared. Whod blame her, it was a freaking vampire.
You watched as Sam slowly revealed himself first from the thick trees, standing tall and snarling at the vampire. Bella looked like she had pissed herself, taking a few steps back, while Laurent only narrowed his eyes. You could just tell this man wasn't going to be hard to kill.
“See you soon.” He bid farewell to Bella before running in the opposite direction, Sam and the others following quickly. Jacob wasn't lying; your body was acting on instinct. All you knew was that you wanted to kill him.
Laurent threw Sams body in the opposite direction, but it didn't take long for him to stand up again. You all quickly chased him into the woods.
You did notice something.. Odd, before following the others.
Jacob paused for a moment, standing right in front of Bella, his eyes softening slightly as he stared at her with a look of longing.
He seemed to snap himself out of his thoughts, running behind the others while she took off in the other direction, tripping over her feet a few times.
This is part one to a new series im making where Jacob Imprints on the reader when he first meets her, while shes having her first shift. She had no idea about her ability, never being told from her father, so she was terribly confused and scared. Her whole world changes that day as shes told about all the secrets and powers her ability holds.
Part 2
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The mud squished beneath your feet with every fast step you took, the rain pouring down on you as you ran through the dense forest. The pounding in your head matched the pounding of your heart. Whatever was happening to you, it scared you. The burning sensation coursing throughout every inch of your body drove you faster, and god did it hurt.
You let out a loud cry of pain, body collapsing into the mud. And from your spot on the ground, you watched yourself transform painfully in front of your eyes. The cries that escaped your lips turned into huffs and growls as your body stretched and changed, clothes ripping off your body as you grew.
The pain was gone immediately, and you quickly jumped to your feet, which was now four giant paws. You stood tall and confused, body now taking the form of a giant black wolf, only spots of color being the large spot of white on your right eye, which was now blue, and your tail which was all white.
Your wide eyes looked around, not sure whether to stay put or to run more, your mind was swirling with confusion and fear. What the hell is happening? You had to have lost it.. or maybe this was a dream? There was no way you were a giant wolf.. The last thing you were doing was getting ready for bed, then you were running out the door with a pain you've never felt before.
A twig snapping in the distance tore you out of your thoughts, your eyes snapping up, and locking onto the body of a rather muscular man, who seemed to be around your age. You took a few steps back, breathe fast with fear, you could feel your heart beating in your chest.
"Hey, Hey." He spoke, his voice gentle. "Its okay.."
He took a few small steps closer, mud squishing under him. His dark eyes finally locked with yours.. and his body froze just as yours did.
You watched things flash in your mind; it was all him and you. It felt like you knew this man forever although you had just met him..
Hii! If you’re still taking requests, maybe could you please write an x josiah trelawny fic? or drabble, or headcanon. anything you want, really! i just need something to feed off my obsession. If not, you can go ahead and ignore this! :)
Yes omgosh! This is so late I haven’t been active in quite a while 😓
I’m sorry this is so short
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Corn Fields
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Trelawny x Reader
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Arthur had informed Dutch about Trelawnys warning about nearby bounty hunters, and of course he waved it off as nothing. But just to be safe he sent Arthur, along with you and Charles to find him.
It had been a few days since you’ve heard from him, and you had been worried. So of course you jumped at the opportunity to go with. And once you three arrived at his house just outside of Rhodes, destroyed and messy, completely unlike him, it confirmed your worries.
Something had happened to him.
Charles picked up a trail coming from the house that lead you to where you were now. A small camp in the woods where two men were resting.
Trelawnys walking cane laying right next to them in the dirt. “Have you two seen a strange yet sophisticated feller?” Arthur asked, standing in front of them while you kneeled down besides the cane, your hands reaching down and grasping the cool dark metal in your hands.
“Strange? Sure, sophisticated? No.” The man stepped closer to Arthur. “Why don’t you three get out of here. You’re botherin’ us.”
You knew from the moment you’d seenn these men that they were bounty hunters. And the fact Trelawny was no where to be seen only worried you more, a lot growing in your stomach.
You stood up holding the cane in your hands. “Are you sure? He had a cane, just like this one.” You turned to the other Man who had walked up right in front of you.
“Why don’t you tell us where he is, before we make you.” Arthur growled, stepping forwards, getting in the man’s face. “I suggest you go, now. We told you we haven’t seen no man that fits your description.” He used his hand to move his coat and reveal his gun, resting his hand on the handle, as in to scare you.
Arthur went forwards and punched the man, and you whipped Trelawnys cane quickly and hit the other man in the face, knocking him down.
dropping to the floor, you climbed on top of him, punching him a few times before knocking him out. Blood splattered on your shirt and fist, but you didn’t care. These men straight up lied to you all about where he was, and you were determined to find him.
You stood up, shaking your hand, it stung lightly due to hitting him so hard. You watched as Arthur interrogated the bounty Hunter, finding out that he was located at a farm just near braithwaite family mansion.
You wasted no time climbing back on your horse, “hurry, we should go. These men were bounty hunters, there’s no telling what happened to him.” You spoke quickly, looking at Charles and Arthur as they followed your lead, getting in their horses.
Your mind raced with thoughts and possibilities in what could’ve happened to Trelawny. You cared deeply for that man, you needed him to be okay. You’ve known him for a long time, he was the first friend you made when you joined the gang after all.
Once the three of you made it to the corn fields, you saw the bounty hunters come out of a small shed like structure, Trelawny beaten and tied up in their hands. They shoved him to the wooden floor, his body struggling to sit back up.
And well, you acted quickly, pulling out your revolver and shooting the nearest bounty Hunter. You jumped off your horse and ran up to Trelawny as the others ran off into the corn fields. “Charles, Arthur, you take care of them, I got trelawny!” You called out, the two men running towards the fields, their guns drawn.
“You looked awful.” You said softly, unsheathing your knife and cutting the ropes the bound his hands and legs. You finally got to look at him, the sun illuminating his features, showing you the extent to his beating. Your heart heart seeing him like this, you hated that he had gone through this.
“I knew you’d come.” He said weakly, laughing, his eyes locked on your face as you helped him sit in the chair near the door. “What happened?”
“Bounty hunters, thought I’d talk. I didn’t of course.” He explained, his eyes looking out you so softly. You nodded. “Thank you for coming for me. They would’ve surely killed me.”
“Of course, I’m here Trelawny. I’ll always get you if something happens.” You smiled at him. Your eyes locked with his, and you sat there for a few seconds in front of him, heart beating fast. “I was worried you know.” You said quietly, looking away. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”
He reached out and grabbed your hand with such gentleness. “I’m only alive because of you, dear girl.” You looked up at him again, smiling softly, you could feel your cheeks heating up lightly.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.” You helped him up from the chair and lead him over to your horse. He pulled himself up, grunting in pain as he did so, placing himself right behind the saddle.
You made sure he was stable, before climbing in the saddle in front of him, his arms quickly finding their way around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.
You were glad you got him back safely, you had been worried for days. Now he’s here, sitting behind you holding you so gently.
Ohh can you do Javier x reader angst?? Where in the last fight where the reader chose Arthurs side instead of his and they like reunite somewhere in the future where the reader has a kid now but is taken a back when she meets Javier again because they both still really much love each other but never really said anything just one finale goodbye
I love this!! I’m definitely thinking on adding on to this and making a part two because I love the concept.
(Btw I need more requests 😔 I have no ideas on what to write at the moment and need help)
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Old goodbyes, New beginnings
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You never thought that you would see the day the Van Der Linde gang had its fallout. But here you are, pistol in hand, Arthur and a wounded John standing by your side. Dutch, Micah and his friends stood just a few feet away from you, their guns pointed and ready to fire. But your eyes were on Javier.. it hurt seeing him in the opposing side, although you should have known this would happen by how he’s been acting.
You joined the when you were just 19 back in 1994, and you were there when Javier first joined in 1995. you two were practically inseparable from the moment you met. He was a very skilled and charming man, not to mention he was extremely handsome. And over the 4 years of knowing him, you fell in love. And so did he.
A relationship blossomed between the two of you two years ago from now, and at first, it was amazing. He was such a loving man, and he cared deeply for you. Just as you did for him. Each time he’d go on a mission, or vise versa, you’d both be thinking about each other the whole time, and how much you missed one another. He’d even put his life on the line if it meant you were safe. He loved you, and you loved him.
But recently, as everything began to fall apart, Dutch, the gang, everyone began to turn in each other and the pinkertons were close to capturing you all, you had noticed him becoming.. distant, easily irritated. At first you thought maybe he was just stressed or worried about what would happen, but now you are begging to think that he’s choosing Dutch. That he’d rather be on his side than be with you since you disagreed either Dutch. Overall he had completely changed from the man you once knew..
Your glossy eyes scanned his figure as he stood across from you, his pistol pointed upwards at the air, unsure of what to do.
Your lip quivered slightly as you spoke. “C’mon Javier.. don’t be dumb. Please, Just listen to me.” You pleaded, not even bothering to hide the desperation in your voice. You loved him for Christs sake, even if he had changed, you couldn’t just stand around and watch him make a mistake.
His deep brown eyes stared at you, lips parting, not exactly sure on what to say. You could see he was trying to figure it out, to make a decision.
You tuned out Micah and Arthur’s back and forth banter, all your focus directed to the man you loved, standing a few feet in front of you. You could feel your heart splitting. Why was it so hard for him to make a decision? surely he hadn’t lost his way completely..
Surely he still loved you..
He shook his head, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he clenched his teeth. “No.. no you’re the one being stupid.” He gestured at you with his gun that now aimed at you. “Dutch fed us, clothed us, gave us a place to stay and you’re turning on him?”
Your shaky hands tightened around your gun, eyes narrowing. “No Javier.. he betrayed me, betrayed us, when he started listening to that rat.” You gestured to the blonde standing beside Javier.
“Please.. just come with me, don’t do this.” You pleaded desperately, eyes glossy with tears, the pain you felt growing as you saw him look at you with a cold look in his eye. There was no love in his expression. He was betraying you just as Dutch had.. why?
“Javi..”
He looked away as soon as you spoke his name which you called him often. He used to love it when you did.
“Don’t,” he started, but before he could speak another word, a large group came rushing into camp, interrupting the stand off. It was none other than the Pinkertons, lawmen who had been chasing after the gang for months. They found you.
“Damnit, Go!” You, Arthur, and John went one way, while the others went the opposite. You looked behind you, eyes catching Javier’s figure, who was behind the others, firing some shots at the men on their horses.
You didn’t know at the time that it would be the last time you saw Javier, for many years.
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“Norman, stop Messing around, you’re gonna bump into someone.” You sighed, attention loosely on the young boy that ran around the streets of black water. You shook your head as he continued to chase around the golden dog that yelled and panted, it’s tail wagging vigorously behind him.
“Alright, anything else I could get you, Ma’am?” Asks the store clerk as he steps over to you, placing the peach you had asked for in your hand carefully. You shook your head, a small polite smile gracing your features. “No, this’ll be all.”
You dug into the pocket of your weathered pants, pulling out a few cents and handing it to the man. You turned your attention to your horse, stepping carefully over and dropping the plump peach into the saddle bag. A huff escaped your parted lips, you just wanted to go home and rest. These past few days had been even more eventful then normal, You were exhausted.
Cecil barked, his paws pattering against the dusty stone floor as Norman chased behind him, giggling loudly. But suddenly, you heard the boy let out a grunt, and a loud thud, along with a soft curse, a voice that sounded so familiar.
You quickly turned away from the horse, eyes searching for your son, who was now sitting in the floor covered in dust, along with a man in front of him who you didn’t quite get a good look at. Hurrying over, you reached down, grabbing Norman just below the arms, helping him up to his feet.
“I am so sorry, I told him to watch out—“ you stood up, eyes turning to the man, and paused, breath hitching in your throat upon seeing who stood before you.
“Y/n..?” He uttered quietly, in clear disbelief, just as you were.
You studied his face, noticing the smile lines and soft crows feet he had beside his eyes, along with how his frame filled out more. You couldn’t be seeing things, could you? At first you doubted it was him until you called his name. “Javier?”
If it was him, He sure didn’t age much.
Javier’s wide eyes traced the soft features of your face, the bags beneath your eyes, and the hint of smile lines that began to form. He noticed your hair had grown longer, and grew slightly lighter from days in the sun. Although it’s been 12 years, you were still just as beautiful in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” You stood up straighter, not seeming to be able to take your eyes off of him. You could feel your heart thudding against your chest, as swirl of emotions happening within you. You missed him, god you missed him so much. Seeing him here.. it brings back old feelings you tried so hard to push down. But you’re still angry, angry at the fact he chose Dutch over you all those Years before.
“I’m looking for a place to stay.. figured I’d look here. I always liked Black water.” His voice still carried the same thick accent, not wavering a bit.
You nodded and hummed a sound of understanding, looking down at the stone road. There was so much you wanted to say, but you couldn’t find the right words. You wanted to jump into his arms, but you also wanted to scream, tell him how badly he hurt you.
“So uh.. is this your boy?” He asked, eyes casting down to Norman, who stood a bit behind you, patting your golden retriever.
“Yeah.. this is Norman, I had him 5 years back.” You glanced behind you, before meeting Javier’s eyes once again. You felt your heart jump, just as it did all those years back.
“Oh, his father must be a lucky man, Having you at home,” He said softly, a hint of something in his voice you couldn’t quiet pin. “And knowing he has such a handsome son.”
You shook your head, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “No uh.. his father isn’t here anymore. He left when he was born.” Back then, you had met a guy named victor. He was very handsome, and he was good for you. And you tried to love him like you did with Javier and push your memories behind, but you couldn’t. And then he got you pregnant.
And once he did, he switched completely from a charming man, to a rude asshole. And he left after you gave birth, leaving you alone to take care and sustain for your child, and let’s just say it has not been easy.
“Oh,” Javier didn’t exactly know what to say, a bit shocked at your words. “I uh, I’m sorry.” His dark eyes traced your face, watching as you shook your head.
“No, it’s okay.” You pursed your lips together, taking in a deep breath. “So.. how have you been?”
The Spaniard scratched his chin, shrugging a bit. “I’ve been doing okay. I went to Mexico after what had happened. Let’s just say I got into some trouble. Which is why I’m here. Lookin’ for a new start.”
You nodded and listened to his words intently, humming. “This is a Great place. Maybe I could help you, Y’know, find a place.” A small smile graced you features as your gentle eyes met his once more.
“Yeah, that’d be great.” His lips curved into a smile just as yours did. For a moment you two stood there, looking at each other, your cheeks burning with a soft blush, stomach doing flips. You missed him so much over these past years, you don’t even care how angry you were, you’re just glad to see him again.
“Why don’t you come over? I’m making Peach Cobbler.” The words just fell from your mouth, but you didn’t care. All the exhaustion you felt before disappeared, the only thing fueling you was the hope that he would say yes so you could spend more time with him. Get to know what he’s done in 12 years. And maybe even become friends or, hopefully something more with time.
Can I ask for Javier to be actually awkward around Reader? A lot of people make him a womanizer, but I want to see him be dorky and awkward <3
Just some fluff like a cute first date or something!! Please and thank you!!
Of course!! I wrote this based off of like, one of their first interactions. Basically the beginning of it all. I was gonna make two parts for this, the next being based of maybe the confession or the first date.
Sorry for it being short though!
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I don’t bite
Javier Escuella x reader
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Javier was widely known around camp for his skills, not to mention when everyone would gather around the fire at night, and he would play and sing some magnificent songs. You always found him interesting. You loved watching the way he would intently strum away at the strings of his guitar without a worry in the world, the way it sounded like a lullaby.
But you and him didn’t talk much. You were always to nervous to talk to him, why wouldn’t you be? He was a handsome man, standing tall, and watching everyone through his narrowed dark eyes. And he never seemed like he wanted anything to do with you, whenever he would actually speak to you, he was always quiet, never meeting your eyes with his.
Tonight was like often nights, some were drunk, or getting there, and others were either sleeping or isolating themselves. You were one of the only sober ones left, along with Javier. You sat on a log, staring at the fire and the way its yellow and Orange flames burned together, enjoying the way it kept you warm on this cold night.
Javier was here to, leaning on a log closely sat to yours as he worked at tuning the strings of his guitar. Every now and then your eyes would drift away from the fire to watch him as he worked, the way his fingers twisted the nobs, the way his eyes gazed upon his instrument with care.
You took in a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak. “You’re really good at playing that thing.” You spoke softly, immediately looking away and back to the fire.
Javier stops what he’s doing, his fingers stop and hover just over the knobs. “What?” His voice sounds hesitant. You look back over at him. “Your guitar. I always look forward to you playing it.”
His dark eyes trace your face, and you swear you catch the sight his cheeks turning pink, but maybe it’s just the fire.
“Oh,” he licks his lips nervously, letting out a dry chuckle. “I’m glad you like it.” He looks down. God why was he so nervous? Every time he played he always looked for you. He enjoyed it when you were there to listen to his music. But he never spoke to you, he was to scared to. Too shy.
Although you two didn’t talk much, he was fascinated by you. The way you held yourself, the way you could handle a gun better than any man he’s seen, or how you look good in whatever you wear or do, and how you hated dresses. Hell, even the way you walk or the way you laugh intrigued him.
Javier was harboring a crush for you, but he was too nervous to act upon it.
You glanced back over at him, watching as his eyes quickly darted away from you. A small smile grew on your lips, he was always like this. He seemed almost.. shy?
“Arthur told me you and him robbed a homestead today, how did it go?” You asked, wanting to keep up some form of conversation. His head perked up a bit, eyes coming back to meet yours as he sat up straighter, clearing his throat to speak.
"Uh, yeah, that was... something," he stammered, his usual confidence faltering. He could feel his heart racing, and he quickly looked back down at his guitar, strumming a few random chords to keep his hands busy.
“The whole house was ran by inbred’s.”
You raised an eyebrow, that was certainly something Arthur hadn’t told you. “Inbreds? No way, were they all like strange looking?”
He nodded, “they were certainly strange. Uh.. the way they spoke, wasn’t normal.” You watched as his hands nervously played with his guitar, playing a soft tune as he spoke.
“Damn, I wish I went along so I could see.” You sighed, pulling your gaze away from him to look up at the sky. It was late, and god were you tired. You brought your hand up to your lips to cover your yawn, a soft hum escaping you as you did.
Javier just watched, his face tinted pink as he watched the way your eyes squinted and your nose creased, the small sound comping from your throat as you yawned. It was cute. At least to him.
You looked over at him, wiping your eye a bit. “I’m going to get to bed. You really should too, it’s late.” You stand up, walking beside him, eyes staying on his. You carefully reached down, setting a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. “And there’s no need to be so nervous, I don’t bite.”
You giggled as his face noticeably flushed red as he looked away, nodding quickly. Your hand fell from his shoulder as you began to walk away. “Goodnight Javier.”
Javier sat there, Heart hammering in his chest from both embarrassment, and the way your hand felt resting upon his shoulder so carefully. “Goodnight..”
He took a deep breath as he turned to watch your form as you descended off into the direction of your tent, smile tugging at his lips
Of course!! Now I’m just going to warn you, I’ve never written Yandere once in my life, so I’m hoping this is good. I tried not to change him too much, keeping him as closely to his original character as possible despite the Yandere aspect.
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That’s not Love
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Kieran Duffy x Reader
Summary: Kieran calls it love, but you call it an unhealthy obsession.
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From the moment the O'Driscoll boy caught sight of you while bound to a tree, he was captivated. Your sense of style, the assertive stance you took with folks like Micah, and the kindness you showed everyone, him included, all drew him in. The sway of your hips as you walked, and your gentle beauty, fascinated him; he found you intriguing and admirable.
He’s finally been allowed to walk freely around camp, doing as he pleased. And he always found himself staring at you, watching your every move. Soon, he found himself volunteering to help you during missions, or brush your horse, even help you with chores, just so he could get to closer to You.
After awhile, you and him became friends. You’d always find yourself sitting with him near the fire or during meals, and on almost all of the missions Dutch sends you on, he’s almost there with you, which you found a bit weird, but you pushed it off as Dutch wanting to get Kieran working.
It’s just became a normal thing, you’re always with the man. You even stand up for him when Bill, Javier, or Micah tease him about being an O’Driscol. Which was another reason he found himself so attracted to you.
Weeks turned into months, and Kieran’s obsession just grew even more. He began leaving anonymous Gifts in your tent every night. Things ranging from flowers, love letters, to jewelry and small trinkets.
You found it odd, having a secret admirer leave you stuff. You so desperately wanted to know who it was leaving you such gifts, and you looked at all the possibilities at camp. Never once did you suspect it to be Kieran.
At first, you tried to figure out who it was, asking the girls if they heard about anyone talking about it, or maybe even seen who it was.
But no body knew who your admirer was, so after awhile you just gave up, excepting all the kind gifts you got without thought. Obviously who ever was doing it didn’t have any bad intentions, right?
You’ve also noticed that a lot of the guys in the gang suddenly started to avoid you, Only speaking to you when they needed to.. it was strange.
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Well today wasn’t to different from any other day, you walked around camp, did your chores, conversed with friends, and of course, spent time with Kieran.
Currently, Kieran was busy tending to his horse, so you sat by the fire by yourself, relaxing your aching muscles.
Kieran brushed his horse, tending to its muddy coat, gently scraping out the dirt. He watched you closely as he did so, his eyes never leaving your resting body. His eyes scanned your face, watching as the fire shined against you, its Orange and yellow light dancing along your fine features, illuminating your beauty.
Kieran snapped out of his thoughts once he saw Javier striding over to the camp fire, a charming smile on his face as he stopped just beside you.
You brought a hand up to rub your eyes gently, looking to the side. Suddenly, you heard the familiar voice of Javier call out your name.
“Hey.” He spoke softly, taking a seat on the dirt next to you. “Hi, Javier.” You turned your head to face him, a soft smile playing in your lips as you watched him get onto the ground.
He starts a conversation, his words flowing effortlessly, filled with anecdotes and questions that draw you in. His hand gestures add animation to his tales, and he listens to your responses with genuine interest, his eyes alight with amusement.
On the sidelines, Kieran's presence is like a silent shadow, his eyes never straying away from the duo. The sight of Javier's easy manner with You stirs a storm within Kieran, his emotions swirling like leaves in the wind. There's a sharp tug in his chest, a possessive instinct that he can't shake off.
He knew he shouldn’t be thinking this, considering you were his, and he wasn’t yours, but Every laugh shared between you two feels like a personal affront, as if Javier’s challenging him, like Javier’s trying to take away what belongs to him. His fingers clench into fists at his sides, the brush that was in his hand now dropped to the floor, the mirthful scene before him fueling a strange feeling of anger, of resentment. A bitter taste of jealousy resided on his tongue as he stands back, trapped in his own troubled thoughts.
He couldn’t help but think that it should be him over there, laughing with you, tlaking with you just like always, not Javier. Javier was getting to close to what was his. And Kieran didn’t take to kindly to that.
Kieran decides that he’s had enough, that he couldn’t stand by and watch anymore.
Kieran's beginge to walk over, every move he made was carefully calculated. His smile is a well-rehearsed curve of lips, not quite matching the mixture of angry feelings he felt deep down. "Javier, always the early bird, I see," Kieran offers with an airy chuckle that sounds more like a challenge than genuine humor.
Javier, unbothered by Kieran's presence, smirks and replies, "Just taking in the good company before the vultures swoop in." He spoke casually, but his words carry an edge to them, a subtle acknowledgment of the tension between them.
Kieran leans in closer, his voice a low purr meant only for Javier's ears. "You know, it's fascinating how you always seem to linger. But then again, some people are naturally drawn to the light, even if it burns." The insult is wrapped in velvet, but the threat is unmistakable. You stand there, eyes darting between the two men. You had no idea what was happening, nor what they were talking about.
Javier's response is quick, his ‘Friendly’ smile never faltering. "And some are too busy casting shadows to recognize when they're standing in someone else's sun." The air between them is tense as they try to play off their obvious disdain for each other, each man marking his territory with words as sharp as knives.
The back-and-forth continues, Kieran's jokes becoming more pointed, his patience wearing as thin as the veneer of civility that coats them. Then, a particularly barbed comment from Javier pierces through Kieran's armor, hitting a raw nerve.
Kieran's laughter dies down and his expression darkens, the atmosphere quickly changed. "You think you're clever, don't you? Let's see how witty you are when you're the one being laughed at.” Kieran hisses, the mask of friendliness slipping to reveal a bit of what he was truly feeling.
You quickly looked over at Kieran, his sudden outburst shocking you. He’d never spoken to anyone like that before, he normally acted all timid and scared, but now.. he seemed completely unfazed, the expression on his face dark and intimidating.
The change in Kieran was startling, like witnessing a shadow come to life. His usual shyness was long gone, replaced by a steely resolve that seems alien on his normally gentle features. The atmosphere tensed even further, as if the air itself is holding its breath, waiting for what Kieran will do next.
You can't help but feel slightly uneasy, watching this new side of him emerge. It's as if he's shed his meek exterior to reveal something much more dark beneath. His eyes, once filled with hesitation, now burn with a cold fire, and his posture is straight and rigid, every muscle tense and coiled like a spring.
"Is everything okay, Kieran?" you ask, voice slightly caseous, the concern evident in your voice. You're trying to reach the friend you know, the one who's always been more keen on retreating from conflict rather than causing it.
Kieran's gaze quickly lands on you, and for a seocnd, you see the flicker of the normal Kieran that you know, the vulnerability returning in the depths of his eyes. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared, his expression hardening once more. "I'm fine," he says, though his tone suggests anything but that. “Just tired of playing the part of the harmless one, that's all."
Your eyes widen slightly. Playing the part? What does he mean playing the part? Has he.. has he been faking his personality this whole time? Your gaze remains on his body as you watch him closely, And you notice how everything about him has changed. He’s standing meow straight up and assertive, rather than his slightly hunched and shy posture. His face is more hard unlike his normal gentle expression. And the way he speaks, is so much more different.
The mere thought of it sends your mind spinning. The Kieran before you is like a puzzle with pieces that don't fit the image you've always known. It's slightly unsettling, the idea that he might have been wearing a mask all this time. His new demeanor is like a rude awakening – assertive, confident, almost a stranger compared to his old personality.
"Kieran, what do you mean?” Your question is gentle but probing, an attempt to peel back the layers of this sudden change. You're reaching out for answers, you need to get to the bottom of this.
Kieran's gaze flickers past and lands on Javier with a dismissive sneer. "Why don't you go bother someone else, Javier?" he snaps abruptly, his voice carrying a sharp and cold tone. The unexpected harshness in his tone seems to cut through the air, and with an annoyed look, Javier turns on his heel, walking away without another word.
With Javier gone, Kieran's attention shifts back to you, his posture relaxing slightly, but his expression remains intense. He takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours for any type of reaction. "I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't stand it anymore," he begins, his voice softer now, but laced with a slight desperate tone, maybe even crazed. "I've been trying to keep this to myself, but it's driving me crazy. I'm in love with you. I'm the one who's been leaving you those little gifts you find, hoping they'd bring a smile to your face."
He takes a deep breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if grappling with the weight of his confession. "And it's been me, joining you on those missions without even asking Dutch. I wanted to be there to protect you, to be close to you. I've been... I've been scaring off any guy that gets too close because the thought of someone else being with you—it's unbearable. That’s why people haven’t been speaking to you so much lately, but that’s a good thing. That’s how it should be.”
The expression kn his face was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It was almost crazed, desperate. If you were being honest, it scared you.
“.. And that’s the way it should be.”
You looked back at him as he said that. “What..?” You whispered, shock present in both your tone and present on your face.
“I’m the only one that you need, I’m the only one that deserves to talk to you.” He stepped closer, looming over you with an unreadable facial expression. You stumble back, trying to keep some space between the two of you.
Your brows were knitted together tightly as you tried to wrap your mind around what he was saying.
“Why can’t you see that this isn’t bad? That I’m what you need, and no one else?” He reached out to grab your hands in his, but you quickly swatted them away. “Don’t touch me.”
Your heart hammered against your chest, a mixture of fear and disbelief coursing through your veins. "You can't just decide what I need, Kieran," you said, your voice firm despite the slight tremble running through your body. "You can't force someone to want you or to be with you."
He looked taken aback, as if your resistance was something he hadn't anticipated, as if he excepted you to just be okay with this whole thing. “But I love you," he insisted, his voice softening. "I've done everything for you. Can't you see that?"
"You're talking about love, but what you're doing isn't love at all," you countered, finding the strength to finally counter his response.. "Love is about respect and choice, Kieran. You can't protect me from the world, just like can't lock me away from it either."
"I need some time to think about all of this..”
As you turned to walk away, You hoped that when you faced each other again, it would be with a new understanding and a healthier perspective on what it really means to care for someone.
