He'd finally found the one for him, the one that kept him in check and didn't put up with his shit.
She held him when he would be about to explode with that power surge thing and stopped him dead on just from that. She could've died but she knew he was just overloaded.
They'd spent hours laying in bed together after sex, or just naked in general, and he'd be trailing his fingers along her side. Her hands would always be on his face and chest, no other way felt comfortable. Just gazing into each other's eyes in silence.
Or they'd talk. Talk about their future together, how many pets, kids, where they want to live, what they'd do. It'd just be the fairytale life he'd always wanted.
Then the day would come when she tells him she's pregnant. He'd cry. Absolutely be so over the moon that he'd break down. She'd have to hold him for a while and promise him she's serious, that he's gonna be a daddy and she wouldn't want anyone else to father her child.
Then it all really kicks in once her belly starts to grow. That's his baby in there. His kid. The perfect mix of them both right there.
Of course he'd be utterly terrified of fucking up. He doesn't want to be like his dad. He would never want to have his own kid think they're never good enough for him.
But she's right there with him. She promises that he's got her to help him. She'll never let him struggle alone, that he's gonna be everything this baby needs and more. And she'll be right there with him.
He'd be so protective, talking to the baby about how, "Mommy is doing too much again. Daddy's gonna have to make her rest for once in her life." And all the teasing but serious worries he has about her doing too much.
The honeymoon phase never fading even when she's struggling with the mood changes and everything. He promises she's going to find it all worth it in the end when she holds their baby for the first time.
He'd love every single thing about her body changes too. He would not be able to keep his hands off her belly or hips. Or when he's feeling more cheeky, her boobs. Constantly going on about how he loves her like this.
Then the day comes and she's terrified, almost completely refusing to even leave the house. But his encouragement is what makes her finally go to the hospital. In all the hormonal, emotional outbursts, she'd admit to being afraid of fucking up and then it'd be his turn to promise he'd never let her do that.
Then something would go wrong, he'd be pulled out of the room with her begging him to stay. He'd be made to sit in the waiting room for hours not knowing what's happening.
But the minute the doctor comes out, he knows. His reason for existing is gone. His entire world is just... gone.
Then they say his baby girl made it and he immediately needs to see her. Begging them to let him.
By some miracle she's completely fine and he even gets to hold her. All he can do is sit with her and cry.
Every promise, every plan, all of it is ruined and dead. He's alone with his child and has no idea how to raise her alone.
The first few months would be absolute torture. Everything in the house is theirs, and she's not there to see the clothes they picked out being worn, or the toys being chewed on. He'd have many, many breakdowns. Every night alone in his bed would be hell. But he promised he'd do everything for his tiny daughter and he'll be damned if he disappoints his wife.
His baby daughter is the spitting image of her mother and he can't help but feel his heart sink every time she looks up at him with those little eyes. She's all he's got of her now and he'd do anything for her.
He would tell her all about her momma when she's old enough to understand at least a little. Tell her all the dreams they had for the future, tell her how much her mother loved her.
She'd be enamored by it all, and beg him to retell every story over and over. Loving the image of her mother that he paints in her head. And he'd never let her believe her mother is anything but perfect. Because she was.
When she's even a little older, old enough to see how much her daddy still misses her mom, she'd start drawing family portraits, the three of them together. She'd climb into bed with him and tell him her own stories of what they'd all do together.
He'd hold his little princess so tight and promise her he's never going to let her go. That she'd always be safe with him.
(I remember thinking this was super cute and it is, I just wish it wasn't in Wattpad.)
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, fluff, suggestiveness.
(Y/n's Pov)
I'm Sam Winchester's daughter and currently extremely anxious as my secret girlfriend Claire Novak, decided to get me to go hunt a lone werewolf with her. Of course I only said yes because I didn't want her going alone and getting hurt or something.
Sneaking out of the bunker was actually easier than expected since Uncle Dean was passed out drunk and Dad was out with Bobby helping him on some other hunt. Cas was in the bunkers library, reading up on some monster lore for Dad and Bobby.
Once out I met her down the road where she was standing next to a pretty beat up truck and raise an eyebrow. My girlfriend has stolen another random vehicle and I'm going to be her partner in crime.
"Did you seriously-"
"Well yeah, I'm not walking everywhere, not with this heavy bag." She smirks, holding up the bag and walks around to the passenger door, opening it for me.
"Why do I even ask?" I groan, kissing her cheek before trying to climb into the seat and feeling her shove me in. "Thank you."
"Of course m'lady." Claire bows, closes the door, tossing the bag in the back before walking back around and hops into the drivers seat. "How do you struggle so much, your dad is so tall?"
"Just because my dad is a moose doesn't mean I'm gonna be as tall as him! He said my mom was pretty short so yeah." I pout. My uncle teases me about my height all the time and I'm a little sensitive about it. I'm not that short, just shorter than pretty much everyone I know.
She laughs and grabs my hand, squeezing it caringly as she drives us down the road. We talk about the hunt and how we are going about this when we pull up to this old cabin. Claire helps me out while holding back a laugh so I smack her arm and roll my eyes.
She opens the back of the truck while I look at the clearly abandoned cabin, starting to shiver as I'd left my jacket back at the bunker since I figured it wouldn't be that cold. Claire lugs a large bag off the truck bed and drops it beside me before going through a backpack.
"It's so cold out here." I say, not really thinking.
"I told you to bring your coat stupid. But nooo it'll be fine Claire."
I blush as she mimics my text from earlier, calling each other stupid or idiot is a dumb inside joke from when we first met.
"But lucky for you, I knew you'd be like this so I brought the one you forgot when you visited Jody's last." She pulls my dark, navy blue coat out of the backpack and throws it at me.
I giggle as it hits me smack in the face and quickly put it on, soon warming up a little bit and accept the gun full of silver bullets she hands me. Once we've planned our entrance and how we will take the wolf on, we have our guns at our sides and with a quick but loving kiss we split up, both taking one side of the cabin.
(Time skip to after the werewolves are dead.)
"You said one Claire! One! THREE is a whole nother can of worms!" I pant, having been scratched up pretty good on my right arm, a long gash bleeding less than it was as she patches me up.
"I didn't know there were three! Y/n I'm so sorry. I sh-"
"No you don't, I don't blame you Claire, I was impatient and went in too early. I'm lucky you were here to help. Plus we got them and that's what matters. I'm just gonna have to figure out how to hide this." I smile and with my good arm pull her in for a hug and kiss her softly, pressing my forehead against hers.
"Maybe we should tell them now. I mean what are they gonna do?" Claire looks at me seriously, her eyes looking into mine and I bite my lip softly, thinking about what she'd said.
"They could separate us." I whisper, the thought hurting my heart as Claire was the first girl I'd met who was also entangled with this life and we share a lot of common interests. She was the first person I told about liking girls and when she told me she did too it was like I'd met my best friend.
Eventually we became just that and more, now we're like soulmates, constantly together whenever we can and spend time going on hunts or small dates. I don't know what I'd do without her.
She is about to speak when we hear the sound of an angry Impala and immediately we freeze in fear, knowing the shitshow we are in for as another car pulls in.
"Y/N WINCHESTER WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING OUT HERE?" I hear my dad yell and I look at Claire, worry filling her eyes.
"CLAIRE NOVAK I KNOW YOU'RE THERE TOO!" We hear Jody yell and we both decide to just admit defeat, we walk out from behind the truck and brace for the inevitable.
"Y/n what the hell happened?" My dad runs up with my uncle and looks at my bandaged arm with panic written all over his face.
"Dad I'm fine. Just some werewolves, Claire and I got them. Please don't get mad at her like I know you will." I look down at my shoes as I feel him looking at me.
Jody comes up as I mention werewolves and instantly a frown is plastered on her face. She turns to Claire and starts scolding her about sneaking out to go on hunts again.
"Geez Jody it was fine! Like Y/n said we dealt with the three we found and Y/n is okay. We've done it before!" Claire yells back, quickly looking back at me and I nod, my anxiety getting heavy and I just want to go cuddle with her to calm down.
"I'm sorry we didn't tell you guys." I say softly, "It's my fault, I just wanted to leave the bunker more than maybe once a month and hangout with someone my own age."
"It's my fault! I'm the one who convinced you to come with me. I'm the one who should be in major shit."
"Claire-" I'm cut off as Jody and my dad tell us to shut it.
"How long have you two been together?" Uncle Dean asks, making my dad and Jody look at him in slight shock.
"3 years." Claire admits, I nod in agreement. "How did you know?"
He chuckles and pats my left shoulder.
"I know romance kiddo. I'm gonna tell you that I don't care who you date, but sneaking out to hunt, without us knowing is really fricken dangerous."
"I'm sorry." I frown.
"Yeah me too." Claire grabs my hand and squeezes it tight, I lean on her shoulder and sigh, feeling good that our secret is finally out.
Jody and my dad lecture us for about an hour before they hug us and tell us to always let them know if we want to go on a hunt or where we are just in case.
"I'm glad you two are together, it could have been much worse." Jody smiles and side hugs Claire.
"I agree." My dad hugs me too and I look at him with a raised brow.
"What's that supposed to mean? Like oh well she could be dating Lucifer? Come on dad."
"Excuse me?" My dad and Claire look at me, dad a bit shocked and Claire sad.
"I'm kidding! Claire I love you, not the angel who I will never play ddr with ever again." I giggle at the memory and kiss her cheek, she just rolls her eyes.
"Hey, no funny business." My dad looks at us, with a 'dad' look. Claire and I look at each other before bursting into mad laughter. Everyone looks at us confused and we just keep laughing for about 5 minutes until we pull ourselves together.
"I-I oh boy if you knew what we've done." I giggle and look at Claire.
"Oh we'd be so dead." She smirks.
My dad, uncle and Jody look at us, then I realize we fucked up and yell,
"CLAIRE RUN!" Grabbing her hand I quickly pull her into the truck, literally jumping in and Claire turns it on, hits the gas and we drive off.
"We are gonna be in so much shit when we go back." She giggles wildly, grabbing my hand and smiling at me.
"Uh yeah! But I don't care, I'm just happy to be with you Claire." I smile back and look out at the road. "So where to?"
Well I'm here now - Dean Winchester x Reader (Angst)
(Wattpad holds my beginnings lol, minor edits, that's all. Apparently I was going to write a part two eventually but I probably won't, so sorry for the ending lol.)
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Abuse, attempted rape, violence, bad ex relationship (not with Dean), basically a lot.
(Y/n's Pov)
I've been dating Steve for 7 years now and honestly things were perfect in the beginning like you'd expect, flowers on the cheesy 1 month anniversary, cute dinners in the park etc. However after the first year he began showing his true colours, unfortunately by then he'd already manipulated me enough to make sure I wouldn't leave.
I slowly became his stress toy/maid, he had a bad day? Take it out on Y/n, be it in the form of sex toy, punching bag or just something to scream at. I just took everything he hurled at me without so much as a whimper eventually and soon he really convinced me that I was worthless, stupid, ugly, useless etc.
I gave up the few friends I had as I had no family left, moved into his mom's house with him (even though he's a grown ass man but whatever) and even took care of his nephews when his brother came over to drink or go to strip clubs/bars.
However as our 7 year anniversary came around things changed, he'd promised a surprise and that he'd make tonight perfect, just for me. I should've known something was wrong, especially with how excited and happy his texts sounded.
So I dolled myself up in his favourite green dress of mine with makeup and matching heels to boot, then headed down to the close by fancy restaurant he'd told me to meet him at.
When I got there I froze, and began to realize why he sounded so weird. The texts he'd sent me about tonight weren't for me, instead he was sitting in a window booth with some blonde bimbo, holding her hands in his and full on making out with tongue and everything.
I'd known he was cheating on me, he never hid it and I just figured it was something everyone did so I carried on. But tonight, actually seeing him with someone else crushed me in ways I could never have thought possible. The fact he was doing this on OUR anniversary just pushed the blade in further and made something in me snap.
I stormed into the building and slapped him hard across the face, tears threatening to fall as he looked at me with a 'Wtf?' look and the girl just pulled out her phone and played around on it.
"7 years. 7 FUCKING YEARS STEVE. All gone for some blonde bitch? Let me guess, Candy? Ashley? Kaitlin? Something stupid like that? (No offence to anyone with those names o,o) We're done. I'm going back to Lebanon." I see him roll his eyes and mutter something like 'That's why I'm cheating you crazy bitch.'
Acting like it was all my fault and even called over a waitress to kick me out for abusing them, I just cried and walked out, feeling every pair of eyes in the building on me as I did, making me feel small and stupid.
Once I got back to his mom's house I made sure she was asleep before going in, grabbing the few remaining items that Steve hadn't sold or pawned for beer money I had left and ran. With nothing but a hundred dollars, two bus tickets, some clothes, my phone, a large silver knife and a silver necklace from an old friend in a small backpack, I was free, free and terrified of being alone.
(Time skip a week and we are now in Lebanon Kansas.)
I breathe in the Lebanon air and a small smile forms on my lips, remembering my old home here and the few good times I'd had before Steve came into my life. Shaking the thoughts of him from my head I walk from the bus stop to a nearby, cheap motel and get a room for the night, my necklace resting nicely around my neck.
Once I've settled in as much as I can, I start scrolling through my contacts, hoping there might be at least one person I didn't mess up with too badly until I find a name that makes my heart flutter.
(Flashback)
I was 16 and wandering around the library finding books on different creatures for my mom when I came across two boys, brothers. The oldest seemed around my age, he had gorgeous green eyes and short brown sandy hair while the youngest seemed only a few years younger with brown eyes and longish brown hair.
They were talking about vampires or something and I got a strange feeling around them, so I of course sat down at a nearby table and pretended to read while I stared at the older boy, who the youngest called Dean.
After a few minutes I noticed him look this way and start coming over after motioning for his little brother 'Sammy' to go wait outside. So I started pretending to read until I heard his footsteps stop in front of me.
"Y'know your book is upside down right?"
His voice made my heart beat faster and my cheeks flush a deep pink. I look up to see his green orbs looking right back at me and squeak out some incoherent apology.
He laughs and sits down beside me, flipping my book right side up and peeks at the cover.
"Mythical creatures A to Z? Huh, interesting. Anyways I couldn't help but notice you staring at me so I figured I'd get a little closer for you."
I blush even deeper and try to ignore his blatant flirting as I manage to string some words together.
"Y-yeah... uh my mom wanted some books on shapeshifters or something so being an obedient soldier I found some." I awkwardly joke, continuing to ramble on about random monster facts and hoping he doesn't think I'm weird.
Actually he nods along and even throws in some facts of his own before we start talking about other things like family and something we both really love, Pie.
"Yeah it's just me and my Mom now, my Dad and younger brother died in an accident when I was 6 so my Mom is pretty strict. But we get to travel a lot I guess." I share, smiling sadly at the memory.
"I'm sorry, My mom died in a fire when I was 4 so it's just been me, Sammy and our dad. Our dad is pretty strict too, it can suck pretty bad sometimes but we're family." He tells me, I caringly pat his shoulder and nod.
"Hey, you said you liked pie right? I love pie! What's your favourite? Mine's Cherry!" I asked with a smile, hoping to not make him sadder than he looks.
"Hell yeah! I love Apple, the absolute best thing in the world!"
I watch his eyes sparkle a bit and smile widely as he starts rambling on about pie.
About an hour later we hear the sound of a big truck and I groan.
"That would be my mom. Unfortunately I gotta head out but I hope we can see each other again one day."
He nods but pulls out a pen and scribbles something down on a small piece of paper before handing it to me.
"See you around Y/n." He winks and walks over to his brother before giving me a small wave and leaves.
I unfurl the paper as I walk out and smile at it. He gave me his number, hopefully I'll run into him again.
Dean Winchester.
(End of Flashback)
Of course I did run into him a few more times, the next was when my mom and I hunted down a skinwalker but ended up being just a few minutes late, finding the familiar green eyes looking at us as we brandished our weapons.
My mom greeted his father as an old friend and we all chatted a while before separating again, then over the years we ran into each other sometimes until I met Steve. Even though I had a huge crush on my fellow hunter, I wanted a normal life so bad I was willing to do anything, including moving across the country.
So as I stare at his contact I don't notice the dark shadow creeping around the window to my room, I just zoned out until I hear a loud bang and rush to my feet, holding my knife tightly as the tall figure rushes in, grabbing me by the throat and shoving me against the wall.
"Mmn finally. Y/n L/n. We've been looking for you." The man growls, his eyes turning fully black and grins with an awful look in his eye.
"H-how-"
"You have been difficult to find, but rest assured we never stopped looking" He looks me over as he toys with the silver necklace around my neck, triggering another memory.
(Flashback)
I was 20 and had just met up with Dean again on a solo Wendigo hunt while my mother was on a Vamp hunt a few states away with a friend of hers. Dean had arrived just as I'd set the damned thing ablaze and began running out of it's den thing where I of course literally ran into him.
He offered to take me out for a slice of pie and to catch up on things, to which I happily accepted and rode with him in his beautiful '67 Chevy Impala. We settled down in a booth and caught up on things, Sammy was in college (Timeline might be wrong but eh idc lol) so him and his dad continued the family business.
My mom and I had started fighting more and rarely spoke at all. I had also been thinking about leaving this life to focus on my dwindling mental status but wasn't sure how.
"You know that no one has ever successfully left this life Y/n, I still worry about something happening to Sammy." Dean said, a small frown tugged at his lips.
"I know Dean. I just... I want to get married one day, have a kid, and a house. All that cliche crap. I just want to do something that doesn't make me question my sanity, or if I'm really doing any good at all." I sigh, finally putting my feelings into words feels like a weight off my back.
"Trust me, if all the bad just disappeared I'd be the first one to leave this life." He says, a sadness in his voice.
I nodded and sipped my drink, talking to my mom about these things wouldn't end anywhere close to the way they do with Dean. He made me feel appreciated and understood, unlike anyone else I've ever known.
"Hey how about tomorrow we go on a 'normal day'? Like maybe a casual walk around the park, mall or wherever you want. Just to forget about life for a day."
I raised an eyebrow in confusion and smirk.
"Y'know what, I think that's a great idea Dean Winchester. How about you come by the (Insert dumb name) motel on (Road name) at around 9am."
He got a big grin and nods, taking a big bite of his pie then highfived me.
"Sounds like a plan."
"Don't talk with your mouth full!" I teased
The next day we had a blast, there was a fair near the park so of course we went on a few rides, played some rigged games and ended the day with a nice walk around the parks attached lake while joking around.
"Watch it Winchester or I'll throw your ass in the lake."
"I'd like to see you try L/n."
We laughed and after about an hour sat down on a small bench to watch the sun go down. I absentmindedly leaned my head on his shoulder as the sky dimmed from a salmony orange/pink to dark blue and black.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for today, I know we both needed a day off. I can't imagine a better way to do it either." I smiled up at him, only to find him already looking down at me.
"Anytime Y/n, oh hey I have something for you." He digs around in his jacket pocket for a second before pulling out a small grey box and hands it to me.
"Dean, you didn't have to get me anything." I say softly, carefully opening it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace, the small pendant shaped like a duck, my favourite animal.
"Yeah, but when I saw it, I just thought of you and figured it had to be worn by you and only you. Need some help?" He smirks as I struggle with the tiny claspy thing.
I nod, a little pissed it had bested me as Dean gently places it around my neck and clips it in place, then moves back to look at me, a small smile on his face.
"I love it!" I hug him tight and feel his body vibrate as he chuckles.
"You're welcome."
(End of Flashback)
"Don't touch it you creep. I won't hesitate to-"
He tsks me and runs a small blade along my neck and down between my breasts to over my stomach. I try to squirm out of his grasp and successfully make it to the door but he's much faster and pulls me back, throwing me onto my bed and climbs over me.
"Well that's not very nice is it? Behave and who knows, you might even like it." He snarls in my ear, making my stomach drop. I've heard similar words from Steve before and it usually ends in me hiding in the shower sobbing.
Just as he slips off my shirt and begins sliding his grubby hand down my pants the door flies open again and a gunshot rings through the small room, making the demon turn to face the source of interruption.
I manage to squirm out of his grasp again and roll onto the floor facing away from the door as I hear a squelch, the demon screams and falls off the bed right onto me.
"Motherfucker." I groan in disgust as I push him off.
"Y/n?" A familiar voice calls out, making me peek over the bed and my eyes widen at the sight. An older looking Dean stands holding a bloody knife while a definitely older Sam looks confused.
"Dean? Um... can I have my shirt please?"
He tosses it over and I quickly fix myself before standing up and hugging him, letting out a few tears I didn't realize I had.
"Hey, hey are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Concern spiking his voice as he looks me over.
"I-I'm fine, just shaken up is all. What are you two doing here anyways? I thought you were in Sioux Falls helping Bobby with some wolves?" I asked, breaking the hug and looking back at Sam. "And you are definitely taller than the last time I saw you."
Sam chuckles and hugs me, the last time being a few years before I left hunting 'for good'.
"What about you? What happened to the apple pie life Y/n?" He asks.
I bite my lip, trying to figure out what to say.
"Long, crappy story Sam. I actually just got here yesterday, long story short, my now ex cheated on me constantly and a load of other shit I don't wanna get into. But hey, I'm free.... kinda."
The boys look at me with cocked eyebrows and slight frowns but I shake my head dismissively and realize my pants zipper is open a bit and quickly close it, blushing madly.
"So what are you planning to do now Y/n?" Sam asks, grabbing the demon's body and figures out a way to get it out of the motel without raising suspicion.
I sigh and shrug, not really having thought that far yet and just wanting a few nights of proper sleep for once.
"I dunno, I'm tired and I feel like crap honestly."
"What about your mo-"
Dean elbows Sam in the chest as he spoke, cutting him off and looking at his brother confused.
"She died, we had a huge fight a while after the day you and I had a 'Normal day' and she tried taking on two nests at once." I nod at Dean when I mention that day and bite my lip as I remember the day I found out about my mom. "They found out about me and left her head in a box in front of my motel door with a note saying I was next. Called her hunter friends and we slaughtered them."
I start packing up my few items again and feel Dean's eyes on me as I move around the small room while Sam quietly and awkwardly says he'll go dispose of the demon and be right back, leaving me and Dean alone.
"So you've got no one and nowhere to go? Y/n you should come stay with us, the demons won't be able to get you if I'm by your side huh?" He tries to lighten the mood, reminding me of the day we met.
"Dean. I don't want to be a burden on you two, besides, I'm a hunter, I'll find my way somehow. I've been on my own for a long time, I'm used to it."
"You're no burden Y/n, we'd be happy to have you around, isolating isn't good for you." He nudges my shoulder with his as he stands beside me.
"Says you Winchester." I stick my tongue out at him and smile softly, feeling a butterfly like feeling in my stomach that I haven't felt in years as I look into his vibrant green orbs.
"Well that wasn't a no so I'm gonna just say you're coming home with us and you're gonna like it N/n." His voice calming with a hint of a smile in his words, using the nickname he gave me so long ago.
"I guess I can tag along." I go quiet for a minute, sitting on the bed playing with my necklace as I tend to do most days when I'm nervous or bored.
"You're wearing the necklace." Dean almost whispers, slight surprise in his tone as he sits beside me gently.
I give him a look and smirk. "Well what else am I supposed to do with it? Eat it? Dork."
He laughs, playing with his hands as we sit in silence again, the air feeling awkward and the tension is so thick not even Dean's grenade launcher could break it.
"Y/n. I know you just left your asshat boyfriend but I can't keep shoving my feelings in a box and throwing them off a bridge." He stands and starts pacing slowly from me to about two feet away and back.
"Dean, what are you doing?" I ask, knowing full well what he's going to say, I mean come on I've watched TV. I just don't want to believe it so I stand too and stop his pacing by placing a hand on his jacketed chest and looking up at him.
"Y/n... I've had feelings for you since we met in that library down the road from that ice cream place. I never said anything because my dad told us never to get attached to anyone or anything so it won't bring us down and mess with our missions basically. I-"
I stop him as I see him tearing up a little by softly planting a short, but very passionate kiss on his lips and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in tight as I know Dean is an emotional man on the inside and it's hard for him to express these things.
Once I pull away I see his face filled with slight confusion and attraction, his arms around my waist almost protectively as his eyes rake over my face.
"Dean I love you. I too have liked you since the day in the library and always thought you were wayyyy outta my league. I know you love your dad but I know you hate him too, my mom was kinda the same so I understand." I then move a hand up to his cheek and wipe his tears away, feeling sad myself from just looking at them. "Please don't cry, cuz I'll cry and thats not manly."
Dean starts chuckling and holds me close to his chest. I smile and place both hands on his face before kissing him again softly, he reciprocates a little rougher as if he'd been desperately waiting for this. I know he has though, because I've felt the same way for years.
Sadly before it could lead anywhere, my phone rings, causing us to break apart and he groans loudly while I giggle.
(Another very obvious Wattpad fic from 2022. Edited a little, excuse my first person pov phase.)
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Miscarriage, a lot of death, sadness and pain, crappy old me writing, just supernatural stuff.
(Y/n's Pov)
(Flashback)
"Adam I'm sure she's okay, I'm worried about her too but she's your mom, she's allowed to go out without telling you."
"Babe, she always tells me anyways you know that. Besides, she was supposed to call me back yesterday. I'm just going to check in and make sure she's alright, I won't be gone long I promise." Damn Adam's voice, I sigh and hug him, knowing how much his mom means to him.
Kate Milligan is an amazing woman and has practically been a second mother to me since Adam and I were kids. She really loves Adam and I dating after always calling us cute when we'd play together on playgrounds or just when we'd spend time together.
She was so happy when we told her I was pregnant, she started rambling on about tips on how to handle morning sickness and even told Adam that he should treat me like a queen. We laughed at that, considering he already does so much for me regardless.
"I love you, be safe." I pout, rubbing my 7 month bump.
"I love you too Y/n. I'll be back before you know it." He smirks and kisses me lovingly before walking out the door to our small apartment.
(End of Flashback)
That was 3 days ago, I've texted, called and even gone over to his mother's house to find it destroyed, it honestly looked like they threw a rager before vanishing or something. The police did what they could but it wasn't much, mostly just them telling me they'll let me know if anything happens.
My stress levels were high enough to begin with but now I'm completely broken and terrified, 'How could this get any worse?' I thought.
Little did I know.
As I sat on the couch, having just cried again after looking through some of my photos with Adam I was feeling sick, missing my boyfriend and his warm, comforting hugs. As I stand to get some water the door is literally knocked down by two strange men who look at me, a little confused but raising their machetes anyways.
"Uh Dean, She's pregnant." The taller, long haired man says quietly to the shorter, angrier looking man.
"Great, if we gank her then the kid'll... Y'know."
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? What do you want?" I start shaking and feel the tears returning, confusion littering their faces as they look me up and down.
"Oh I think you know." The one named Dean looks me over, brandishing his large knife in front of me, keeping a serious expression on his face.
"Oh god... Please, I-I'm pregnant I'm not going to do anything." I feel the anxiety filling my chest as I cover my stomach and back up against a wall while he gets closer.
"Dean."
"Sam she's a ghoul! A pregnant one at that!"
"A ghoul? What? Are you hunters? I'm not a monster!"
I look between the two men, of course they're hunters. There's no way I can escape them as even though I'm the daughter of a hunter family they are much bigger than me and outnumber me.
"How would you know about hunters if you-" Sam is cut off by me screaming as I notice blood coming out of me and I start to panic and freak out.
"Oh god, oh god please let me go to a hospital! I'm begging you I-I think... Fuck!" I cry out again as I lean over in pain at the two whisper to each other but before I can beg them again, someone I recognise walks through the remains of my doorway.
"B-Bobby? Bobby! It's me Y/n. Please tell them I'm not a ghoul!" I beg the older man who'd just entered, making him immediately rush over.
My mother was a hunter, Bobby was one of the people who taught her a few tips and tricks and even watched me when she couldn't take me on the more dangerous hunts. Bobby helped train me but I wanted nothing of that life, I should have listened to my mother when she told me I could never truly leave.
"Y/n? You two idjits, I told you the ghouls were good as dead! Now help me get this girl to a hospital." He yells at the now sheepish guys who are starting to realize the situation and start rushing to help me to their gorgeous car.
(Time skip to the hospital, after the miscarriage)
I wake up to the men I now know are Sam and Dean standing in the corner of my hospital room talking to a ragged looking man in a trench coat while Bobby Singer sat beside my bed. Bobby notices my eyes open and pats the back of my hand gently.
I groan as I feel the pain from surgery and the pain meds wearing off. Looking around I see a familiar office envelope and start to tear up as I reach over to pick it up.
"No.." I whisper, tracing over Adam's handwriting, the words 'Our Twins.' written in a pink and blue mixed ink, the ink is dried but I remember the smile on his lips as he carefully wrote each letter.
"How're you feelin Y/n. I'm sorry about those two, Adam was their half brother and-" Bobby stops when I look at him in the eye.
"What do you mean was? Wait.. If they thought I was a Ghoul then..." I feel the tears make a return as I slowly process what must've happened.
Sam, Dean and the raven haired man approach the foot of my bed, the brothers each with a saddened look on their faces while the other man looks confused more or less.
I clutch at the envelope while the tears flood down my face, the last memory of him replaying like a broken record. The room is silent for about a minute before I speak again.
"So... Kate too? Ghouls? Just like that... everything is gone?"
"I'm sorry." Sam says in a softer tone than before, Dean standing next to him and looking down in silence.
I don't say anything and slowly open the envelope, lifting the paper out and reading it before leaning back and throwing the papers across the room in anger.
"Daisy May and Lilly Milligan."
"What?" Bobby asks, the men looking confused at my slightly angry and broken tone of voice.
"Kate loved Lillies and Adam loved Daisies, My father loved May, always said it was a beautiful name plus he was born on May 12th." I speak, staring at my now smaller stomach, my other hand tracing over the marks Adam said he thought made me even more beautiful.
"I was going to have two girls you jackasses! I've lost my whole family in a matter of 3 days and now I'm being shoved back into this life?"
"Y/n, You've lost much. I u-" The still unnamed man speaks in a low gravelly voice.
"Don't you dare say you understand, who or what the hell even are you? I-I can't okay I'm done. I'm leaving." I start pulling off all the IVs and monitor lines and try getting out of bed but Bobby stops me and gives me that look only an adult scolding a child can give.
"Get back in that bed or so help me I'll chain your ass to it. You are going to stay with me once you're released and I won't hear another word got it?"
I just look at him like said scolded child and sit back down while tears of anger, loss and pain streak down my cheeks. I stay silent as the room grows uncomfortably quiet and solemn until Dean motions to the confused looking man, calling him 'Cas' and pulls him aside.
They talk for a bit while Bobby talks to the nurse that'd just walked in to check on me. I then made a decision, if I was being dragged back into a hunters life I'd damn well do it my way.
(Time skip like 2 years, idk the timeline for Adam nor do I care so let's just roll with it.)
It's been almost 2 years since Adam and his mother were killed and I rejoined the hunt. I do still blame the boys for losing my daughters but I've grown fond of the Winchester boys and have forgiven them to an extent. I live with Bobby when I'm not out hunting and he is good company to keep most days.
I missed Adam's return from death only to be told he's in Lucifer's cage with Micheal and Lucifer, all because the boys sent me away on an elaborate fake hunt to 'protect' me, Only making the resentment I had for them resurface.
But once again, an unexpected return surprises us all.
I was helping Bobby organize a few shelves when he offered me a beer and we chatted for about an hour before Sam came in holding up an unconscious dirt covered man.
"Woah, what's going on? Sam?" I quickly get to my feet and rush over to help Sam lay the man on the couch. I then grab a wet rag and start cleaning up his face.
"We don't know who it is but we found him in the dirt on the side of-" Sam starts before realizing I've stopped moving and looks down to where I'm looking and also pauses.
"I-it's Adam." I breathe out after unknowingly holding my breath, looking over his messy features and softly start brushing off the dirt from his lips.
"Again?" Bobby asks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he walks over to us, with Dean following suit. "This poor kid can't catch a break."
I watch as my hand begins to shake while I resume cleaning the dirt from his eyes, nose and mouth, my heart beating in my throat as I hold back tears.
"N-no it can't be. He's gone. I-I can't go through this again. I won't." I stand up and start walking away when I hear coughing and a rustle of clothing.
"Wh-what the hell?" A hoarse voice comes from him as he slowly sits up and wipes more dirt and grass from his eyes.
I walk out before I start sobbing like a child. I hadn't moved on but I had tried blocking my past from my mind so I could focus on hunting and now that wall is crumbling down, releasing the emotions I've tried so hard to suppress, I just feel overwhelmed all over again.
(Adam's Pov)
I groan as I start to realize I'm back in this guy Bobby's house again but look a bit harder as I see a Y/h/c woman walking out and I feel a sense of familiarity as I watch her quickly walk out the door.
"Who was that?" I ask, brushing off dirt and crap off me as I stand, not really bothered by the mess I'm making.
"Better question." Dean stands right in front of me and pushes me back down on what I'm assuming is a couch. "How are you here? Like alive again? You are supposed to be in the cage."
I sigh, "Yeah thanks for trying to save me by the way. I don't know how I'm back again, or even why I was buried for that matter. But again. Who was that woman who just walked out?"
Dean looks at Sam and Sam just shrugs while looking at Bobby who was about to say something until Castiel pops in out of nowhere. Damn Angels.
"I think I know why he's back." He speaks while practically glaring at me.
"Oh well this should be good." Dean mutters under his breath, I stand up again and keep myself planted to the ground.
"Look, I don't care, I want to get this crap off me and go find someone okay? Can I do that or am I under watch again?"
The four men look at each other as if deciding whether I'm a danger or not. Without a word Bobby guides me to a bathroom to clean myself up and I quietly thank him before closing the door.
I'm back again and this time I need to find my Y/n before some other shitstorm comes in.
(Y/n's Pov)
I just had to leave for some air, there's no way he could be back again right? Would he even remember me? Those being just a few of the hundreds of questions flooding my head, I mean I've wished he would come back for so long, but how real is this?
I come back inside after about an hour to hear a shower running and Bobby talking to Sam while Cas and Dean are sitting at a table, Dean drinking and Cas just watching him. Walking up to Bobby I sigh and begin to try processing this.
"S-so this is real yes? I'm not having another cruel nightmare?" I ask, my voice wavering more than I'd expected.
"Yes. This is real Y/n. You should talk to him." Sam looks at me with an empathetic look and I shake my head, honestly too scared.
"He's right, I'd bet my hat you're the one he wants to find so badly." Bobby chuckles a bit, trying to lighten the mood. I force a smile and proceed to bite my nails, a bad habit I developed after being discharged from the hospital two years ago.
"I just don't know if I can face him, it's been so long and after the whole 'Adam came back and you sent me away because you didn't want me involved' thing I don't know what to think anymore. I love him but how long will he be here? I can't let myself be happy like that again unless I know for sure."
Unbeknownst to me Adam had finished getting cleaned up and was standing right behind me.
"Y/n?"
I turn around and see the man I've spent most nights sobbing into my pillow over, he looks like crap honestly, having been through so much has made him look older and more emotionless. It breaks my heart to see him after so long and in this way.
"Adam?" I whisper, slightly audibly, my heart pounding in my throat as I slowly look up at him.
But before I can even blink I feel him rush into me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me right into his chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold back my sobs.
Taking in a breath I get the memory of his cologne and hug him tighter, the smell of him has practically faded from the shirts and sweaters of his that I use to sleep in. The scent that had once lulled me to sleep on so many rough nights comes flooding back and I press my head gently against his.
"Please be real. Don't be another nightmare. I missed you so much. Please." I whisper, straining to hear his heartbeat, only for it to prove he's really here.
"I was thinking the same thing but I promise I'm real and I'll never leave you alone like that again." Adam whispers, I can hear his voice tremble and can tell he's trying to hold back tears too.
"I-I don't want to lose you again." I look up at him, my eyes getting blurry and see his own sad eyes, a few tears already halfway down his cheek.
He stays quiet but slowly presses his lips against mine, loving, soft and passionate filled just like before. I kiss back a little harder, feeling happier than I have in ages and feel his fingers gripping the old shirt that I've been wearing lately, my favourite of his.
"Okay, either get a room or chill out. This ain't Casa Erotica- Ow."
We pull apart to see the end of Bobby smacking Dean upside the head and Sam stifling a chuckle.
Adam slips his fingers between mine and holds my hand tight, as if scared to let go. I shake my head and lean it on his shoulder.
"Adam, there's so much I need to tell you."
"Later baby, I promise. But right now I'm going to kick their asses for leaving me with Micheal and Lucifer."
Sam and Dean's eyes widen and they start running as Adam gives them a death stare and begins what would be a 3 hour long chase around Bobby's.
I finally have my soulmate back but things are not going to be easy, I have to break his heart and hurt him before we can even think about how to proceed with this insanity we call our lives.
(From my Wattpad days, hence the crappy formatting and random comments. I didn't edit much as I figured I'd leave it in all it's 2022 Wattpad glory.)
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Canon character death mentioned, cringey writing lol, mention of masturbation, sad talk, mentions of a gun, I think that's all.
(Y/n's Pov)
Secretly dating is hard, secretly dating an Angel is harder, but secretly dating an Archangel? Definitely a task bigger than oneself, especially when that Archangel is none other than the annoying Gabriel.
Being Charlie's younger sister meant the Winchesters felt responsible for me so they took me in after she died.
I found out about Charlie and monsters when the brothers stopped me on my way home and asked me to get in, explaining my sister is gone and I'm in danger. I was of course broken deeply as now I had no family left but Gabriel told me I could trust them and so off I went with them.
I'd actually known Gabriel for a long time before meeting the boys, we literally bumped into each other while I was at some library back in my hometown and we just got closer over time. I was helping Charlie with some work thing and he was staring at some religious book that I now know was to see how accurately he was written.
Sam and Dean don't know that I know Gabe as he asked me not to tell them, he didn't even tell me who he was until the first anniversary of Charlie's death when he told me he was my guardian, something that angels rarely are.
We began dating soon after and never told anyone as we felt it was safer that way, plus it felt more exciting.
Now, after 5 years of living with Sam, Dean and occasionally Castiel, I'm getting more anxious about hiding my relationship with Gabriel. Sam seems to be suspicious, Dean doesn't really seem to know why I get so weird when they mention Gabriel and I think Cas already knows but won't say anything because of whatever reason.
"Y/n!"
"Dean!" I yell back with a slight grin, knowing he hates when I do it. I get off my bed and wander down the bunker halls to what I call the 'long table' and see Cas and the boys talking to someone but of course the Moose has to be in my line of sight, blocking the familiar sounding guest.
"Funny Y/n." Dean rolls his eyes and motions for me to come closer. As I do I hear the familiar voice of a certain trickster and get a bit anxious.
"This must be Y/n Middleton?" (Charlie's actual last name, yes I googled it.... Shoo) The golden-haired man gives me that dumb smirk I love and gently kisses my hand, acting as if we truly are just meeting for the first time.
"Y/n, this is Gabriel.... the one that put me in that repeating Tuesday." Sam introduces with a slight frown, earning a good laugh from Dean while Cas looks confused as usual.
"O-oh? Well I must say I'm quite fond of your work." I joke, "Especially since Sam hates when I play Heat of the Moment on Tuesday mornings at full volume."
Gabriel loves when I tell him about it every week but he acts like he had no clue and chuckles loudly, his acting skills quite honestly scare me a bit considering how good at it he is.
"Always happy to meet a cute fan." He winks and turns back to Dean to continue their discussion, I walk up close beside Cas and hug him like I always do when I see him.
"So what's going on? Why's he here? Is something happening?" I ask the tense seeming man.
"Sam found a similar case to the... Tuesday one you previously mentioned, so Dean figured the best way to solve it would be with Gabriel." Castiel explains to me while we watch Gabriel tease the boys and I can't help but giggle as Gabriel looks so short next to Sam.
"Ah gotcha, I take it I'll be hitting the books?"
"Actually Y/n," Sam says as he turns to look at me with those brown eyes of his, a slightly guilty look on his face. "Since the bunker doesn't really have any books on this kind of thing and your laptop is broken...you'll have to just sit tight for this one."
I stand there quietly for a moment and sigh. They never let me go on hunts with them so I'm usually in the bunker 24/7 while they're gone, doing research for their case or cleaning the bunker's many many rooms and oh so much dusting. They know I can't sit still for long and how much I want to help but always sternly tell me no like I'm a small child.
"Oh-kay. I suppose I'll find something else to clean around here." I shrug and smile sadly as I realize that if Gabriel is going with them, he can't visit with me while they're gone.
"Sorry kid, I know it fills your tiny head with rage but you are always helpful no matter what." Dean teases and gives me a side hug before grabbing his dufflebag from the ground. "C'mon Sammy, help me with some of this will ya?"
Sam rolls his eyes at the nickname and gives me a quick hug before jogging a bit after Dean while Cas looks at me, then Gabriel and nods knowingly before walking after them.
"He knows doesn't he?"
"Yeah but he's not going to say anything. He's Castiel." Gabriel smirks as the three move from within earshot and sight.
I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight, knowing I won't see him for a bit. He fakes a pout and kisses me softly, cheekily lowering his hands before I smack him playfully.
"Nuh uh, I'm mad at you for leaving me." I laugh as he kissed my cheek.
"Alright then my candy girl. But I promise you'll be over it soon."
And with a cheeky wink he's gone, leaving me in the now eerily quiet bunker that I've grown used to.
(The next day)
I'm casually moving some boxes aside while humming some song I heard Dean playing a few months ago and feeling proud of myself, decide to take a break when I spot something I hadn't seen in years.
A baby grand piano in nearly perfect condition!
"I can't believe it! A piano in the bunker. Wait til the boys-" I pause, wondering what Sam and Dean would say about this, and the teasing from Dean of course.
"You know what? You are going to be my little secret." I say as I look it over for any visible damage.
Ever since I was a baby I'd loved the sound of piano music and began playing when I was four years old, never had lessons or anything serious as I just loved to play. This piano is still in working order as I gently caress the dusty keys with my fingertips, the sound bringing back memories of me and Charlie playing with a plastic toy piano our grandma gave us before she died.
I tear up a little as I sit on the small bench, carefully dusting off the rest of the front and slowly beginning to play some basic notes before stopping as I realize the sound echos through the small room and down the halls.
"Well then, maybe this won't be so bad after all."
(Maybe 6 months later? I dunno lol)
After learning the brothers and Cas will be leaving on another hunt I do pretty much everything but kick them out of the bunker in pure excitement.
"Woah there, someone wants us gone huh?" Dean chuckles.
"Wh-what?" I chuckle awkwardly. "No, I'm just.... going to uh.... masturbate.... Yup that's it."
I suddenly blush a deep scarlet as the words just slipped from my mouth and the three men stop to stare at me.
"Uhh alright then... Have... fun with that Y/n." Sam says, clearly also getting awkward.
Cas not understanding fully sort of shrugs it off as a weird human thing and continues to help Dean drag his bag to the Impala while Dean gives me a "The fuck?" look.
Once they've left I sigh in embarrassment but quickly get excited again and wait till the next day to rush down a couple hallways to a secret, soundproof room I'd found a year earlier.
I open the door and I smile a true smile, closing the door carefully behind me as I approach the nicely cleaned up piano I'd painstakingly dragged into the small room. I'm just happy I managed not to break or even chip it in the process.
The small room was probably used for monster interrogation due to the soundproofing and outline of a large table that I'd moved elsewhere to make room. I made it into my own private haven using a special spell to make the soundproofing only work on the outside, meaning I can play as loud as I want and it'll make the room sound like a concert hall and not a sound can be heard anywhere else. I really only use it whenever I'm by myself, though this time I'd forgotten one thing,
Gabriel.
I began playing some of my old favourite songs from childhood before slowly changing into playing some of my own songs I'd been writing.
I start playing a slow, sad sounding song with the lower notes and begin immersing myself in my music, causing me not to hear the sound of flapping wings right behind me.
Tears rolling down my cheeks as the memories of my parents, my sister and just all the darkness in my life flood my mind. The feelings in turn result in a beautiful, yet heartbreaking melody that fills the room, my fingers moving along the keys and I watch as the memories flick through almost like I'm trying to find a good show to watch until one specific memory stands out to me.
It was the last memory I have of Charlie. The day she died.
We had fought over some stupid thing and I said things I didn't mean... some awful, nasty things that clearly hurt her before I stormed away saying I hated her and wished she wasn't my sister... like a childish ass.
I stop playing and just start to cry. The knowing of never being able to take it back and apologizing keeps me up most nights.
A sudden hand on my shoulder snaps me out of my depressed thoughts and I grab the gun from the small table I keep some sheet music on and point it at the intruder, still crying.
"Hey, hey Y/n, it's just me." I wipe my eyes and see a worried Gabriel standing directly in front of my gun.
"G-Gabriel? Wha- What are you doing here?" I lower my gun and drop it as he moves swiftly to hold me as I reach out to hug him.
"I figured since dumb and dumber are gone I'd come see my candy girl but when I came to you I found myself in here. What's wrong Y/n? That was beautiful yet so depressing. I've never heard anything like it before." He hugs me tight and lets me cry into his shoulder a little.
"I-I told her I hated her. I told her I blamed her for our parents deaths and would never forgive her!" I sob out a bit loud, my body shaking as I remember the fight vividly. "Those were the last things I said to her Gabe... I'm a horrible sister. She died thinking I hate her."
He doesn't say a word, only picks me up and teleports us to the long table, just by the entrance and to the right where Dean had somehow found a couch and put it there.
Gabriel gently sits on the couch while pulling me onto his lap and holding me tight.
"I'm sure she knows you didn't mean it Y/n. It-"
"No Gabriel, you don't understand. We never fought, like ever. That was the first and last fight we ever had. I was so upset about something I can't even remember and just lost it. That's the only part I don't remember as everything else is so clear."
I spend the next hour or so explaining everything to him and letting him comfort me to the best of his abilities. Eventually I calm down enough to tell him about my piano room project and he manages to make me smile.
"I'm sorry G-" I begin but he cuts me off.
"You never have to apologize to me for how you feel. I'm here for you no matter what sugar. You can't get rid of me with a few tears." Gabriel smirks and kisses my forehead.
"I love you candy dork." I giggle softly.
"I love you too Y/n. Pinky promise?" He goofily holds up his pinky and I wrap mine around his before kissing him passionately.
"We come back from a fake monster to this? Come on dude!"
(Not feeling emotionally okay today so I wrote myself this. Just want a Hughie hug honestly.)
Word Count: 916
Warnings: None really, just some emotional stuffs
For some reason everything was just going wrong, she had coffee spilled on her favourite white dress, she was inches from getting hit by a car, twice, she had four separate people yell at her for things that she couldn’t control, and her boyfriend won’t answer her texts, or calls.
By the time she gets home to her apartment, she’s about ready to scream and then sob uncontrollably in bed for a few hours. Everything is just too much and the one thing she needs right now is ignoring every attempt to contact him. So she finds her couch and sits down a bit harder than she intended, hearing a not-so-good creak from somewhere inside it. That for some reason is what pushes her over the edge and she breaks down. She cries into her hands for a good few minutes before she hears a knock at the door, the sound filling her with a bit of frustration, making her more annoyed and overwhelmed.
She gets up and opens the door a bit more forcefully than she initially planned, only for the suddenness to startle the man at the door. Upon seeing him, she just bursts into tears all over again, leading to him immediately wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight.
“Wh- woah hey, hey I’ve got you. It’s okay. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m here okay? I’m right here.”
Hughie Campbell. His voice echoes in her head as she sobs in his arms, unable to even form a coherent thought in her own mind. She clings to him, her fingers curling into the sides of his green jacket, her face buried against his chest. Hughie’s beyond confused, but also deeply concerned that something is very wrong with his girlfriend.
Though for the next five minutes, he just holds her against him in the doorway, letting her tears soak his shirt as he rubs her back slowly. Once he feels she’s at least a little calmer, he gently guides her to the couch after shutting the door, sitting her down before sitting beside her, keeping his arms around her.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t get back to you, I left my phone behind when I had to go with Butcher to check out a place for later. But I’m here now okay? Please just- just breathe for me. Please.” There’s a hint of desperation in his voice as he’s never seen or heard her so hopeless and sad. All he wants is to make her feel better, make her calm down so he can talk to her better.
She has to take a couple shaky breaths before she can even refocus her thoughts, and it takes a while before she gets her breathing calm enough to slow the tears. She ends up leaning her head on his shoulder with her eyes shut, just slowly breathing as her hand finds his. Her fingers slip between the spaces of his, needing the soft intimacy and grounding reminder that he’s here.
“I had a really bad day.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not yet.”
“Okay.”
Hughie presses a gentle kiss to her forehead and pulls her in a little tighter, squeezing her hand gently. He’s still worried about her, but seeing her calm down and realizing it’s not something extremely serious makes him relax a bit. He knows she’ll tell him when she’s ready, but for now all he can do is be the comfort she needs him to be.
She still can’t really think straight, her emotions still feeling too overwhelming, but she knows she has Hughie by her side no matter what. Knowing that makes her more calm, not completely, but it dulls things a little. She keeps her head rested on his shoulder, focusing on little things about him to really ground herself. Things like his voice, the scent of his bodywash, the warmth of his body heat, the orange and white stripes on his jacket.
“I’m not doing okay Hughie.” She whispers, admitting something she’s been scared to admit to him for a while. She doesn’t know where to begin talking about everything else that goes on with her every day, not just today.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to be. We can talk about it when you’re ready. But for right now-” Hughie knows this is definitely the start to a serious conversation that neither of them seem to be ready for just yet. So for now the best thing is to just do something to get her mind on something positive. “-how about we just order something and spend tonight watching happy movies? You can lean on me for as long as you want alright? I’m yours as you need me.”
She nods softly, not sure how in her entire life she did something good enough to deserve a man like Hughie, but she’s damn grateful for him every day. She lifts her head up to move back a bit, using her dress’s sleeve to wipe her face.
“Yeah… I’d really like that. I-I’m going to shower first I think, change into something warmer.” She takes another breath. “Thank you. I really need you and I’m happy you’re here.”
Hughie smiles softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand, more than happy to be with ehr when she so clearly needs someone. “Of course. I’d be a really shitty boyfriend if I just left you hanging.”
You're MINE - Homelander x Starlight's Sister Reader (MASSIVE SMUT 18+ DARK THEMES)
(This took about FOUR HOURS TO WRITE, so when I say I put a lot of work into this, I mean it. Anyways, I really hope y'all like it because, whew.)
Warnings (EXTREME MDNI): Oh boy lets see, Homelander is a warning, smut obvs, non con, unprotected p in v, fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, slight forced stuff I think, Somnophilia, mentioned verbal abuse I think, stalking, obsession, gaslighting probably, evil vibes, delulu?, mentions of jerking with panties, I'll add more if I think of any lol.
Word Count: 4.4k
Being new to Vought, she was excited to be an assistant for The Seven to rely on, but after a while her excitement faded quickly. The more she learned about how things really worked here, the more she became less optimistic about her new job, the more she feared it.
She should have believed her sister when she warned her about it all, why wouldn’t Starlight know this kind of thing? Annie warned her not to accept the job, to run as far away from Vought as she could, but she thought her younger sister was just being dramatic. But how bad could it really be?
Bad is the answer, really bad. The supe men have all kept an eye on her, most of them anyways, Black Noir couldn’t care less and A-Train and The Deep are just horny bastards, but it was Homelander that scared her the most. He watched her with those blue eyes she knew would turn red in a split second if she messed up, and she knows he can tell her hands shake whenever she hands him something, that her heart rate gets jacked up to the moon whenever he walks past her.
She’s been with the company for five months now, longer than the last 3 assistants, but slowly she feels herself wanting to finally heed her sister’s warnings and run. However, unfortunately for her, Homelander has grown attached to her, and he’s not about to let her go. This assistant was going to be his, whether she wanted to or not.
The older January sister did her job well, she was diligent, efficient and was always polite and kind to everyone, even him, which was her first mistake. Her second mistake was how she dressed, she always wears a simple white, navy blue, purple or grey button up shirt and a black pencil skirt that ends just above her knees. She wears the same simple pair of black office pumps with a small heel, so he always knows where she is. Her outfit always makes him convinced she’s doing it for him, how could that not be the case when her breasts practically beg to be released from the tight, shape showing fabric? Her skirt teases him whenever she sits as he can damn near see up her thighs, showing whatever colour panties she’s wearing for the day.
He found himself walking through her office after she’d gone home for the night, smelling the lingering scent of her perfume, looking at how everything in her office is meticulously placed exactly where she knows she’ll need it to be. Another mistake she made was leaving a change of clothes in her office on a day she had to follow The Seven to a waterpark opening, when she went to change, she couldn’t for the life of her find her underwear. She eventually chalked it up to forgetting them at home or somehow losing them somewhere, Homelander taking them to jerk off with was definitely NOT what she would ever assume.
She didn’t know he’d follow her home some nights, watching through her apartment walls from the fire escape as she undressed from her day, taking a shower or sometimes just having a small breakdown after a long day of being yelled at by him or Ashley. He never shows her any clue that he could potentially even tolerate her, let alone be obsessed with her, so she’s utterly unprepared for what’s coming, what he’s building himself up to.
His favourite thing to see when she thinks she’s alone is when she puts on her favourite song, wears nothing but a slightly too big tank top and some panties before just letting loose. She does it at least once a week, usually Fridays since she gets Saturday off, she just dances. She lets everything go and just has fun for a few minutes, letting herself be free to do anything and be anything.
Every time she does it, she does this one thing where she runs her hands down her sides to her hips, hits the side of her ass and then just gets back into having fun, and every time he feels himself filled with desire. His already tight pants grow tight and he aches to just open the window and take what he wants, what he deserves for watching her taunt him like that.
Over months he slowly gains the confidence to start going through her apartment when she’s asleep, learning as much as he can about this woman, wanting to know every little dirty secret. She has no boyfriend as he would never allow it, he’s even sabotaged a few attempted dates, unknown to her of course. She doesn’t talk to her mother much, they stopped being close after she found out her sister was dosed with V and that her mother was the one allowing it. She adores her sister, but they aren’t as close as she’s like.
He knows she’d never be okay with what he does, what he thinks about when he watches her, no one in their right mind would, but why shouldn't he be allowed to do whatever he wants? He’s THE Homelander, of course he can have what he wants. When he sneaks into her apartment while she sleeps, she always makes the most innocent sounds, she looks innocent, but he knows she’s not, no, she’s definitely more of a slut than she lets on.
One night, he gets bolder.
He wanders around her room as she sleeps, she’d had a long, awful day, having messed up one small line in her paperwork and he yelled at her for being useless. Of course he adored how hard she tried to hold back tears in front of him, her eyes all glossy and her hands shook more than usual, she looked pathetic, and he loved it. As he goes through her room, he decides to try and lay behind her. His weight sinking into the mattress and causing her to shift in her sleep, her ass accidentally, briefly, brushing against his crotch.
That had to be intentional, even in her sleep, she can’t help herself. That’s what he believes anyways, so he takes a gloved hand and brushes some of her hair out of her face as he leans over her. His hips pressed into her slowly, his arousal pressing against her soft curves, lucky for him, she fell asleep in just a pair of panties, having been too tired to find a shirt.
She only sighed and moved herself away from him, sleepily unaware of the plan forming in his mind. He gets more bold, moving his head closer to her shoulder and pressing his lips to her exposed skin, wanting to see what his limits are for this interaction. Once again, she’s out, barely reacting aside from a slight shiver, good. He takes an even bolder risk and moves his hand down to his belt, quietly unbuckling it and carefully takes out his aching shaft.
He slowly pumps himself a few times before slowly pressing against her soft ass, groaning as quietly as he can as he feels the cotton of her panties against his bare length. Knowing it’ll just be in the way, he tugs the fabric to the side as his tip already leaks a few beads of precome, then he softly slides himself against her soft cheeks, waiting to see if she reacts. When she only lets out a soft breath, he starts slowly grinding himself against her, taking care to make sure he doesn’t make any sudden moves.
It doesn’t take him long to lose himself in the dark act, his release coating her lower back and over the top of her ass as he uses what control he has to stay near silent when he'd rather let her hear it. In a normal situation, he’d be ashamed of how quickly he came, but he was already desperate when he came in through her window, so really it’s not his fault. He uses her white sheets in a quick attempt to somewhat cover his tracks and carefully moves off her bed, though not without whispering to her as he leaves.
“You belong to me.” Then he takes his leave for the night, feeling more confident about himself and what he's done, though next time he’s going to try to go a little further.
Over a couple weeks, he’s slowly been testing how far he can go, while she’s none the wiser. The first few times he only used her ass, but eventually he got bored and started taking her hand and using his over hers to stroke himself, then he tried to slide between her thighs, not touching her core yet, but it never worked without making her move around. She gets credit for being a fairly deep sleeper, but his luck soon runs out, and everything changes.
She didn’t go to work that fateful day, she’d just needed to take a break so she and Annie went out for lunch and wandered around a mall for a few hours. Once the two parted after having dinner at a nice restaurant, she stayed out a few more hours before coming home. When she didn’t show up at work, he was hurt, and when he went to find out what she was up to, he became infuriated.
How dare she not come do her job? How dare she not come see him like she does every day? It’s not her scheduled day off so she should be at work, with him! When she goes home, he’s there, waiting for her, too pissed to stick to his usual routine of waiting until she’s asleep. She doesn’t notice him until she’s put the few things she bought down and taken off her shoes and coat.
Her eyes accidentally meet his and she squeaks out a half gasp, half scream, which just makes him stride over and cover her mouth with the red leather of his glove. He moves behind her, moving his free hand up to her face and moves her hair from her neck as he leans in to whisper into her ear.
“Why didn’t you show up today hm? Is your sister really more important than me? You know I could easily snap you in half faster than a twig under my boot, so why do you act like you can do whatever you want without consequences?” His voice drips with a sultry anger that she’s never heard from him, and she’s heard pretty much every tone of anger she could think of, from him.
Of course she can’t answer as he continues to hold his hand over her mouth, all she can do is widen her eyes and freeze up, scared and confused as to what he’s talking about as he sounds insane. His gloved fingers trail over her neck and shoulder, before dropping down to her hip and squeezing a bit too tight. In a swift, power-filled move, he moves her into her bedroom, pushing her onto her back and uncovering her mouth to allow her to speak.
“Wh-what are you talking about? How did you- What do you want?” Her voice trembles slightly, her shock making it difficult to hide how freaked out, confused and a tiny, tiny little bit turned on she is. Though she’s more panicked than anything, just knowing he’s going to kill her tonight and silently begging him to leave her alone, though she knows it’s wishful thinking, it’s Homelander afterall.
He just chuckles darkly and stands at the foot of her bed, obviously angered and annoyed, his blue eyes flickering red as he attempts to control himself. A grin forms over his lips, slowly opening to show his perfect white teeth, and the pronounced canines that she swears both glint in the dim lights of her room.
“You owe me sweetheart, it’s that simple. I didn’t get to see my lovely assistant today, I hate to go find the file I needed myself, that's your job, not mine. You don’t get to just ignore me, not without retribution.” She can practically feel the malicious intent on her skin as he speaks, and her eyes flicker towards the window momentarily, only causing him to laugh aloud.
“Oh no, you wouldn’t make it an inch out of that spot missy, besides, we’re on the third floor, do you really think you’d make it that far?”
Now he has an almost playful tone, one that definitely can’t be trusted, not that he’s hiding his intentions anymore. He grabs her ankles and tugs on her legs, pulling her right to the edge of her bed and grabs her chin in his hand, forcing her to look him in the eyes. It’s dead silent for a minute as he just listens to her rapid fear breathing, her heart racing in her chest and he can even smell the hint of arousal, which catches him off guard slightly.
He’s curious at this point, and a new idea starts forming in his mind, one that he really, really likes. Without a word he pulls her in for a rough, deep kiss, not giving her a chance to think as his tongue pushes past her lips, only to be surprised when she gives in and kisses him back. Her tongue putting up a pathetic fight against his own, which he allows to go one for a few seconds before obviously dominating hers.
As she winds up losing herself in the kiss, in the rough display of lust, she barely notices when he practically tears off her pants, pulling off her shirt next, which she obviously notices. Yet she doesn’t say a word in protest, despite every cell in her body begging her to, she’s still very scared of him, but she can’t deny a slight attraction. So she lets him strip her down to just her panties and bra, though when he’s done, he shoves her right back down against the mattress, one gloved hand over her shoulder to hold her down, while the other trails down her stomach to a stop at the line of sky blue cotton.
“You like this don’t you? You can’t hide anything from me, I can see it in your eyes, smell it between your legs, you like being used don't you? You want to be a good little slut for your favourite hero right?” He taunts, taking his middle finger and moving it down lower until it rubs up against the small damp spot in her panties, then presses it in a little, making her gasp softly and squirm against the touch.
She nods, unable to stop herself despite her best efforts, but he’s right, she can’t hide anything from him, so why should she try? She figures if she gives in, he’ll leave her alone, and maybe she can finally quit, but deep down she knows that it’s too late to leave, way too late. She tries to push herself more against his hand, but he moves his hand down from her shoulder to her hip.
“No no no, you, you have to behave like a good girl tonight, you messed up remember? Now, you’re not wet enough for me yet, so you’re going to be quiet and let me help you out. Don’t say a word or I’ll make this torture for you, understand?” He removes his finger from her panties and moves to squeeze her inner thigh, enjoying how she reacts to him.
Once again she nods, her legs trembling slightly from the anticipation and she can feel her skin growing hotter the more he talks to her like this. With her consent out of the way, he lets go of her thigh and moves his hand to her face, index finger tapping her lips as if to say, ‘open up’. She nervously opens her mouth, even sticking her tongue out a little, making him groan from how almost eager she is to obey him. So he pushes two gloved fingers into her mouth, encouraging her to suck as his other hand lazily starts pulling down her underwear, then pulls at her bra until the clasp breaks and he can toss it aside.
She sucks on his fingers obediently, running her tongue over them to ensure they’re lubricated enough to make it more comfortable for what she thinks she knows he’ll do with them after she’s done. When he’s satisfied, he retracts his fingers from her mouth, making her breathe out a bit hard as she almost forgot to breathe while focused on her task, a small line of saliva connecting between his fingers and her mouth for a split second.
“Good girl.” He pushes her legs apart with one hand, then he starts rubbing his spit-covered fingers along her folds, slicking her up to his taste before slowly pushing one digit into her, making her release a sudden moaned whimper. The feel of his leather clad finger moving into her soft, wet walls is like nothing she’s ever felt, the added thickness of leather only makes it all the more pleasurable.
Sure it’s not completely comfortable as spit can only do so much, but it still feels good. She nearly cries out when he adds the second finger, stretching her open a little more. He can feel himself hardening more with every wet sound and moan, though he won’t be too rough on her, this time. Once she’s more adjusted to his fingers, he starts pumping them into her, not slowly, but not quickly either, as he wants her to feel it, to remind her that he is in charge.
She wants to beg him to stop, to push him away because she knows this isn’t a good idea, but she doesn’t, because he’s right in that she wants this, she even helped him do it. So she doesn’t speak, just like he asked and takes what he gives her. Her hips squirm as he fingerfucks her tight cunt, feeling herself grow wetter and more aroused, only to whine when he pulls them out of her.
“There we go… look at you, already so needy from just my fucking fingers.” He speaks in such a degrading way that her pussy aches in response, her hands clutching at the sheets. He’s still pretty damn angry with her, so he moves away from her, walking over to the side of her bed and sits right in the middle of her bed. Unbuckling his belt, he pulls out his throbbing cock, staring directly at her as her eyes follow his movements.
He doesn’t even need to ask, she knows what he wants, so she crawls over to him, straddling his lap, hands on his shoulders and waiting for his directions, he is in charge. One hand goes over her thigh, teasing the inside of it as he pulls her in closer, then teases himself at her now very slick entrance,making her whine yet again.
“Please...I-”
He clicks his tongue three times and looks her dead in the eyes, that flicker of rage still trapped in the rings of blue that stare at her.
“No. Talking.” His voice more stern and serious now, eliciting another shiver of fear to flow through her, his gloved hand squeezes her thigh a bit hard in warning, enough to leave a bruise to remind her of her mistake for the next few days. “You’re going to ride me like you love me, you’re not allowed to come until I say you can and you’re not going to say a word unless the building is on fire, understand?"
With another nod from her, he thrusts himself into her, causing her to nearly scream his name and her fingers bite into his shoulders as she barely has time to adjust to his size before he pulls her down fully so he bottoms out. His own pleasured groan escapes him as her tight walls clench around him, keeping him in and making his cock twitch excitedly for what’s to come.
Her hips move instinctively, like this is what she was made for, her thighs pressed against either side of his to plant herself in place. Her pelvis grinding against his as she takes him as deep as she can, her mind practically fogged up in pleasure as she moans each time he hits her sweet spot. His hands practically hooked into her hips, though he lets her do most of the work, he mostly just keeps her in place as she rocks her body, making them both moan.
Her chest so close to him makes him more turned on as her soft, perky breasts bounce against her chest as she rides him. So he moves his head and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, the only real gentleness he’s shown. She feels utterly lost, conflicted even, this is the most intense pleasure she’s ever felt in her life, and his warm, wet tongue lazily moving over her hardened nipple makes her breathe heavier and faster.
He switches to her other nipple, moaning against her soft skin and slightly bucking his hips up into hers when she squeezes him just right. Her hands stay planted on his shoulders, gripping onto him tightly as she feels him throb inside of her, her hips keep moving, starting to pick up in pace, riding faster, harder. He doesn’t stop her, instead releasing her nipple from his mouth and moving his head up to whisper in her ear.
“Such a good slut, keep going. Remember you’re not allowed to come until I let you, but you can speak now.” Of course he knows she won’t be able to, if she tried he’s sure only incoherent curses and pleas will come out. And he’s right, she curses and whines, borderline begging him to touch her, but he ignores them and enjoys sitting back and letting her ride him.
She moves faster, bouncing herself on his cock and riding him like she loves him, just as he asked. Her hips rock, grind and push as she fulfills not only his pleasure, but her own. It’s not much longer before a familiar pressure begins to build in her belly, the desperate need for it makes her lustful sounds louder and more frequent. He can feel her walls tightening around his shaft, but with one look and she does her best to hold back, her clit rubbing against the small bit of neatly groomed hair above his cock just makes the need worse.
“Please, Homelander, I can’t.” She begs, only gaining a grunted, ‘no’ before he pulls her up, nearly off his cock before having her slam back down his length, making her actually scream in pleasure this time. She almost came right then, but somehow she stopped herself and just kept moving her hips, her legs shaking and her breathing becoming more shallow.
He himself is damn near bursting, but he wants to torture her a little, make her suffer as he suffered today. His balls ache to just release already, but he just needs to wait a little longer, just until he gets what he wants.
“Apologize slut. Promise you won’t do it again and that you’ll make it up to me every night until I decide I’m done.” He practically growls the order lowly, scarily, yet there’s a tiny hint of vulnerability, like he’s genuinely hurt that she “abandoned” him today.
“I-I’m sorry, I-I’m so sorry Homelander. I won’t- I won’t do it again, I’ll never leave you alone like that again. I fucked up and I’ll make it up to you for as long as necessary. I promise.” She gave him what she wanted and then some, so he’s more than happy to let her come, as he believes her, he’d know if she was lying of course.
“Good girl, come for your hero, your favourite hero.” His voice softens just a bit, though it’s still just as dominant as his actions, just as possessive and very egotistical. The second he gives her permission, she cries out as her body finally releases, the orgasm coming down hard from the desperate wait. Her body shudders as her walls squeeze tighter and tighter around his cock, making him groan just as loudly and he explodes into her, his member pulsing with each shot of seed he releases into her.
She pants as her mind becomes overwhelmed by ecstasy, having just had the most intense orgasm of her life. Her eyes close for a minute as she tries to come back into reality, wanting to really process what just happened, but then she feels his lips on her neck and she sinks back into the moment. He’s not completely soulless, sometimes, so he sweetly kisses her neck, then up to her jaw until his lips meet hers. He kisses her more passionately, still being a little rough but much less so, and he keeps his tongue to himself this time.
After a solid 3 minutes of just making out, her hips still moving to ride out the high, he stops her and pulls back from her lips, breathing heavily himself. He pulls off his gloves and places a hand on her flushed cheek, thumb lightly caressing over her warm skin.
“You’re mine, no one else will ever touch you again, understand? You belong to me now.” His words don’t really register in her sex fogged brain, so she just nods and leans her forehead against his shoulder, feeling him chuckle at her response. “I didn’t break you now did I? Well, I’ll be nice tonight and let you recover before we go again. But by the end of the night I’m going to know every inch of your body.”
Then he carefully guides her off his cock, making them both moan once more, and before his seed can spill down her thighs, he brings her into the bathroom to help her clean up, though despite how genuinely nice he seems now, she can feel the air of possessiveness, obsession and ownership in his every action.
Once they’re both cleaned up, he doesn’t let her get dressed, nor does he undress himself, he just tucks his softened length away and fixes his pants before getting her into her bed, spooning her from behind nice and snugly. His arms around her hold her close against his padded chest, though they both know it’s so she can’t escape. Her body too spent to move even if she wanted to, his face buried in her hair, breathing in her scent as he holds her tighter.
(This was kinda rushed bc I'm hella tired and wanted to write smth but not have to get back to it later. So it's also kinda short.)
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Gore, mentions of death, there's only one curse word I think. Uhhh idk angst, Homelander being scary, emotional hurt? Idk man you're being warned. There's stuff here to be warned about. So... you're warned.
If anyone wants a smutty, obvs dark, part deux.... I could be convinced... ;>
“You really are a monster.”
Those words have haunted Homelander for months, the fact they left your lips just pushes the blade in deeper, adding an extra little twist each time he thinks about it. It wasn’t unwarranted though, he shouldn’t have pushed you so far. He shouldn’t have proven you right.
It’d started with a one-sided fight. He’d come to visit you like he always did, wanting to spend time with his secret lover after a stressful day. The problem was, you never knew the truth about him. He never let you find out just how maniacal he could truly be, out of the real fear that you’d never look at him the same way again.
When he came to your small apartment in the middle of the city, quickly slipping in so he wouldn’t be seen, everything felt like it always did. You’d just gotten out of the shower to find him already holding a glass of milk in one hand as he wandered around your apartment, reacquainting himself with every inch of it. You’d smiled at the sight, always having found it surreal to have the Homelander in your apartment, waiting for you. So you approached him from behind, gently turning him around to face you, but you froze up for a moment. Confusion and concern filled your eyes until it changed to fear.
Something red and wet was slowly drying inside of his suit’s collar, and the more you looked, the more little red splots you found. Most of it was hidden in hard to reach crevices in the fabric, tiny bits of meat, and what had to be blood, splattered against the sides of his neck and even a little in his hair. It looked like he’d tried to clean himself off in a hurry, but he clearly missed some spots in a rush to get to your place on time.
You’d heard rumours of course, you’d seen the news and heard all the gossip, but you never believed any of it. Not until you saw the look in his eyes when he realized his mistake. His eyes actually flickered red for a half a second, like he was ready to kill you that second but held himself back. The silence was painful. Literal minutes dragged on as you stood there staring at him, unable to take the few steps back that you felt might make you feel less afraid.
There he was, the world’s most beloved American hero, your lover, covered in the gore of some very much dead person. You wanted to believe the viscera was maybe at least some bad guy, but you had a sinking gut feeling that it was far from as simple as that.
He only stared back, watching you go through a myriad of expressions in such a short time. His heart sunk, knowing this is exactly what he didn’t want. He didn’t think anything more than a quick spray with the showerhead would be necessary, he’d dry off on the flight over anyways. But he’s realizing the error he made, and now he’s desperate to find a way to make it not his fault. If it’s not his fault, you won’t leave him.
“Catching flies?” He laughed, breaking the silence with the desperate hope you’d just snap out of it and go back to being yourself again.
But you didn’t, after flipping through emotions, you landed on fear. You finally took those steps back, eyes never leaving his as you tried to make it out in your head that it was just a misunderstanding. But it was more than clear by then that you both knew that thought was naive.
“You- You killed someone… John… What. Did. You. Do?”
His jaw twitched at the sound of his real name on your lips, with that tone attached to it. He could practically smell the fear on you, something that both angered him and broke him. You were never afraid of him, you were always different. Sure you never knew the real him, but he liked how you loved the side of him he showed you. It fed that mewling, little needy human part of him that craved all the unrequited adoration and love you had.
“Babe…” Homelander’s almost too causal and maybe even taunting voice sent a cold chill down your spine. “Now there’s no need to- to- to overreact over anything so minor. Come on, the job comes with some… casualties. You know that. It’s a normal superhero thing. So don’t be silly and come sit down with me. Now.”
He’d never been forceful with you before, but the way his words sounded commanding, expectant, it wasn’t the man you thought you knew. You couldn’t do it, for the first time you felt unsafe with him and just couldn’t get closer to him. Your heart broke more the longer it all settled in, you didn’t want to be scared of him, you loved him, but then again this wasn’t the man you fell in love with. Not even close.
“N-no. No John I won’t. You- y-you need to leave. Right now. Please.” Your voice was shaking, despite trying to keep it as steady as possible, this was just too much.
That sent the night into a spiral, of course he’d never taken rejection well at all, but being rejected by you? No. That was too much for him. He yelled at you. He stormed in front of you and said things he’d do anything to take back now. He stopped when he saw the beginnings of tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, but his anger stayed where it was. Until you said it.
The five words he never, ever, thought he’d hear out of your mouth. Not the lover he’d previously held and comforted in his arms when a dog died in a movie and was in full on hysterical tears. Not the lover he’s laid in bed with not even the night before and told him he was the best thing they’d ever had.
“You really are a monster.”
The choked sound he made when the weight of your words registered in his head made you feel a twinge of guilt. But it really didn’t change anything. He was completely caught off guard, shutting up instantly. Another minute of silence passed before he spoke again, this time his tone was anything but the loving, gentle John you’d grown so used to. This John was darker, practically radiated hatred.
“You pathetic humans are all the same. God what was I thinking, why would you be any different. Why would you think you’re anywhere near deserving of a god. You think I’m a monster?”
Homelander regrets the way he leaned in, purposely making himself as intimidating as possible before he practically growled in your ear.
“I’ll show you a fucking monster.”
Then he left. He punched a hole in the wall dangerously close to your head, but he left. Leaving you to stand there wondering how the hell your life just fell apart so fast. You questioned everything, his love, his words, you questioned everything about him and what you had with him. You couldn’t move from that spot for what felt like hours before you just broke down, everything finally hitting all at once.
He’d flown back to the tower, sat on the end of his bed, and did the same. He never wanted to scare you, of course he didn’t, but he did. He ruined everything he’d carefully crafted with you, sure he lied about anything that made him seem like anything less than what Vought sells him as, but he did love you.
Months passed, he still watched you like he always did, keeping track of your movements and activities. He knew you didn’t leave your apartment for two weeks after that. He knew you just covered the hole he made with a photo of some flower. He knew when you made the choice to move away, to start over somewhere you didn’t risk running into him.
The more time that passed, the more he became something else. He’d always wondered if maybe you were what kept him feeling normal, what kept him from tipping too far onto the otherside. Turns out he was right. Now that you’re gone, publicly sharing your hatred of him when relevant, he’s more insistent on stomping out the human still in him. He still knows your every move, different city or not, as he still has those annoyingly painful feelings for you. He misses what you had, but from what he’s seen of you, he can pretty much assume what you felt is long gone.
If only he knew how you felt now. If he knew how you changed after that night he’d be begging at your feet.
You’d had plenty of time to think, to go over everything hundreds of times in your head. After the initial shock and heartbreak wore off, something shifted inside of you. Something darker.
You like the monster in him. And you’d give anything to see it again.
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