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mwdders · 5 years

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Too nice for your own good

Being nice isn’t always the best when all people do is use you because they know you won’t say no.

Pairing: Harry Hook x reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: None

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“Hey darling.” Harry comes up from behind you placing a delicate kiss on your cheek, you mumble a quick hello to him before averting your eyes back to your clipboard, which had a long list of things to do on it, you were helping Evie plan Mal’s wedding and it was turning into a bit of a nightmare.

“You not talkin’ to me today?” Harry takes the clipboard from your hands as you protest, “Harry I’m sorry but I have so much to do.” His eyes gaze over the list before he looks back at you, “Lass you have way too many jobs.” He then lifts the page up looking at the second list as a frown appears on his face. “Can’t you spread these around with Evie or something?” You shake your head and take the clipboard back, “No, Evie asked me and I’m not one to shy away from a challenge.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair, “I know you’re not and I know this wedding is gonna be the best, but you canny run yourself into the ground, if ya carry on,” he pauses before taking your face into his hands, running his thumbs across your cheeks, locking your eyes with his, “You’ll over work yourself.” You press your cheek into his hand as he caresses it before placing your hand on top of his, “I appreciate your concern I do, but I don’t have time.” You walk away from him and he stands there for a few seconds before running after you.

“Will ye please listen to me?” He grabs your arm, forcing you to a holt. “Harry I am, but please baby I have work to do.” You reply, ticking off another box as you see the table toppers arrive, “Y/N you’re too nice, learn to say no and next time you won’t have so much work.” You frown at him a little, “I can say no.” He laughs at your reply, “Darlin’ you’re the nicest person I know, you hardly say no to anything.” He reaches out intertwining your fingers with his, “I-“ you don’t get chance to finish your sentence before Evie and Doug come running into the hall.

“Y/N, thank god, we couldn’t find you and we have a problem with the cake.” Evie says all flustered, “What kind of problem?” You ask sighing, “The company can’t deliver it and the bakery is over 2 hours away and-“ you put your hands up to stop Evie’s frantic blabbering, “It’s okay Evie, I’ll go pick it up.” Harry lets go of your hand, throwing his arms in the air and hitting them against his trousers as they fall back for emphasis, the sound echoing through the huge hall, “What did we just talk about?” He says, his tone of voice riddled with sarcasm. “Is- Will it be a problem?” Evie looks between you and Harry and you immediately shake your head, “No. I’ll go right now.” You hand her the clipboard and quickly get the address from her, “Thank you so much Y/N.” You nod, eyes lingering on Harry, “It’s not a problem. Get as much done as you can and when I get back I’ll finishing anything that’s left.”

You walk over to Harry who has his back to you, hands on his hips, a tight look rests on his features, “I’ll be back soon.” You kiss his cheek and his eyes follow you as you leave the room, but he doesn’t move. You sigh as you look back at him one last time before you exit the castle and make your way to the car, ready for the four hour round trip.

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“Are any of you’s going to do any work?” Harry yells as the staff, Doug and Chad just sit around in the hall, pretending to do work, but really all they’d done was blow a balloon up every now and then.

“Why should we? Evie said do what we can and Y/N will do the rest.” Chad replies, letting go of a balloon he’d half blown up, it whizzes past Harry and he glares at Chad. “Yeah and we all know Y/N, so she’ll get the work done.” Doug says as he relaxes back into his chair more, placing his arms across his chest. “So we have an easy afternoon and Y/N does all the work because she’s too nice to say no, life’s great.” Harry grits his teeth as he stares at Chad’s smug face. “I suggest ye get that look off your face and do some work before I make life very difficult for ye.” Harry takes a step closer to Chad, leaning over him. “Why should I listen to you Hook?” Harry laughs sarcastically, “Cause if ye don’t, I’ll hook ye.” Chad looks at Doug before laughing, “I’m serious. So I suggest ye get to work,” Harry holds his hook up, using it to threaten Chad and Doug. “My Y/N works hard and all you’s do is laze around, well not today.” He grabs a fistful of Chad’s jacket pulling him out of his chair and pushing him towards the boxes and boxes of chairs that needed assembling, “You do that and I don’t wanna hear a peep outta ye.”

“And you,” Doug’s eyes widen as Harry turns to him, “You can help me with the decorations, we’re gonna get everything on this list done, do ye hear me?” Doug shoots to his feet before running towards the decorations that were piled on the floor. “No one takes advantage of my girl.” Harry says before he starts working on the decorations, in hopes he can help you, by getting everything done before you get back.

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“Evie I got the cake, I’m just walking to the hall now. Call me back.” You say as you hold your phone between your ear and shoulder, attempting to lock the car with the keys as they rest between your fingers as your hands are occupied by the huge cake box.

You struggle but eventually do it and enter the castle, it was quiet, the corridors empty, you frown, you figured it would be a hive of activity, people everywhere getting the final preparations done, “Harry?” You shout as you enter the big hall, gasping, when you take in the sight around you.

The decorations are up just how you imagined them, the chairs in the design you wanted them and the formation too, the flowers spread out over the tables accordingly and the curtains placed over the huge windows, you breath through your nose and nearly drop the cake box in shock.

“Careful.” Harry says from behind you as he rushes to take the box from your hands. “Harry, how did you-“ You place your hands over your mouth as your eyes tear up. “I had a little help, but I did this for you. I know how hard you work and as much as I tell you to stop you don’t and I wanted to do this to return the favour.” You drop your hands and walk over to him, placing your hands on his chest as his fall to rest on your lower back. “I can’t believe it. I thought I was going to come back and have to pull an all nighter to get everything done.” He smiles widely at you, “Took me some convincing, Chad and Doug didn’t want to lift a finger this afternoon and I wasn’t having that, they were going to take advantage of ye and I couldn’t let them do that.”

You giggle, “How’d you do it huh?” He rolls his eyes, “I threatened to hook them and they listened to my every command.” You laugh, sliding your hands up his chest to his cheeks, “Thank you.” His hands move to your waist and he pulls you into him, kissing you with such force it knocked the wind out of you a little, you’d never kissed him like this before and it was a new sensation, full of love and passion, “Kiss me like that again and I’ll never let you go.” You whisper against his lips and he chuckles, pulling you tighter against his chest. “Sorry darlin’ but I’d not let you let me go even if you wanted to.”

You sigh placing your head on his chest, “I’ll take into consideration what you said.” He places his chin on your head, his right hand slowing rubbing your back, “Maybe I am too nice, maybe I need to be more selfish and look out for myself more.” Harry kisses your head and squeezes your hip, “I’d say so. You don’t need to change darling but just don’t let people push you around, stick up for yourself more, learn to say no.” He pulls back from you, as you nod. “I know and I will. Thank you gorgeous.” You look up at him and softly smile, “Let’s go home shall we?” You nod, “Big day tomorrow.” You whisper, leaving the hall as you turn out all the lights.

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winsister91 · 6 years

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Breaking A Promise

Part Four - Consequences

Summary: Sam is waiting for Y/N when she reaches the Bunker. Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Canon typical violence, talk of house fires, death, themes of addiction Word Count: 2200~

A/N: Writing angst is fun. Should I be worried? Thank you to everyone supporting this series, its become my baby. Remember when I said this was gonna be a mini series? HA! Thanks @sofreddie for looking over for me

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(italics are flashbacks)

Slamming your foot down on the gas pedal, you wind down the window and relax in the breeze. You felt good. Damn good. Your body was tingling with adrenaline, your head light but in control, it was the best high. Harper never let you experience this freedom, she'd give you the high but then confine you, iron shackles preventing you from fighting back and releasing the energy while she began her 'teachings'. You scoff a laugh to yourself. You'd dealt with her now though. Freedom all the way, and it felt better than ever.

You pull up at the junction leading out of town. The lights were red and it was halting your happy buzz. With a smirk, you point your hand in the shape of a gun at the signals.

“Pow!” you mock fire, eyes shining that encapsulating purple gleam. They switch instantly to green, skipping the yellow light, and you merrily continue on your way.

You weren't sure where you were going. You just needed to get away from there. The bunker wasn't too far, you decide to go back there and conduct your spell in the comfort of home. You switch on the car stereo, cranking the volume to max.

Your phone buzzes in the seat next to you, but you don't hear it. You're too busy singing along to Queen's 'We are the Champions'. After the call cuts to voicemail, a second buzz. A text.

Where are you? I'm at the bunker. Sam.

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“Y/N?” Sam approached cautiously, “Talk to me. I heard you and Dean shouting?”

“He's such a jerk!” you snapped. You were slumped on the bunker's desk practically hugging a beer, “He said I can't go on the hunt with you guys tomorrow...”

“Well Y/N...” Sam sat next to you, “It's demons.”

“What of it?” you grumbled, “Can I not be trusted?”

“It's not that at all,” he reassured, taking a seat next to you, “Look, you've been with us nearly six months now? And you've been doing great, more than great-”

“Get to the point Sammy boy,” you narrowed your eyes in warning.

“B-but... c'mon Y/N you know why we both have reservations with you coming along this time.”

“I've told you both before, it wasn't raw demon blood that Harper was shoving down my throat. She fiddled with it, did some enchantment or something. I don't know.”

“I know, but it's still a risk. It took Dean a long time before he was comfortable having me with him fighting demons.”

You slumped again. You understood really, but you wanted to go along to prove to yourself that you were over this blood thing. You didn't need it. Your shooting was getting better thanks to Dean's instruction. You were great at researching and absorbing all the law. The little magic trick here and there wasn't hurting. Silly little things like 'encouraging' the water in the showers to warm up faster. Grabbing a beer from the fridge without having to physically get up. Nothing you needed the blood for. Because you didn't need it. You really didn't. But...that 'want' was still there, deep down, taunting you in quiet moments when you were alone.

“Sammy...” you eventually lifted your head back up and looked him straight in the eyes, “Does it ever go away?”

“What?” he leant back in his chair.

“The...the hunger?” you gave a slight shrug, “I know I don't need it, but I want it. It's always there bugging the hell out of me.”

“It...gets better,” Sam looked up in thought, “It's been years for me, so it's not constant. But I'd be lying if I said it was gone completely.”

“And you've never given in?”

“No. There's been desperate times where I've considered it, but it's people like Dean and Cas that help me through it.”

You twirled the top of your beer bottle between your fingers, processing.

“I dunno if I'm strong enough to be like you...” you eventually admit.

“Y/N,” Sam leant forward and placed his arms on your shoulders, “You are. We'll get you through it. After all, you're family now.”

“Thank you,” you blushed and smiled, “Would you mind passing that memo on to your brother?”

“Dean does care,” Sam chuckled, “He just has a funny way of showing it sometimes. Trust me.”

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Sam's words echoed in your ear as you pulled up to the bunker. “We'll get you through it.” Slowing to a crawl your heart sank when you saw the Impala parked also. Sam leaning on it in waiting. “After all, you're family now.” Your heart sinks. A sickening feeling spreading from your guts you almost had to gasp.

“Shit...” you whisper to yourself. Taking deep breaths as you shut off the music, pull to a stop and wind the window down. You ready a cheery smile, “Hey Sammy!”

“Hey Y/N?” he smirked with folded arms, “Where you been?”

“Um,” you think of an excuse, “Just went for some supplies, ran out of beer!”

“So...” Sam leans, looking in at the empty rear seats, “Where're the supplies?”

You sigh heavily, hastily thinking of a change of subject, “Any news on Dean?”

Sam shakes his head and shrugs, “I'm working on it. You coming inside or what?”

“Right!” you mumble, pulling the car around and into park. You grab your backpack from the passenger seat. The sickness in your guts intensifying, making you clench your eyes.

You and Sam step inside. He's quiet. It unnerves you. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Sam heads for the kitchen. You head to Dean and yours old room. You needed more of his stuff. You take all the photos remaining from the mirror, sliding them into the same pocket as the one you took originally. You grab some of his shirts, some of his tapes and his aftershave. The more items of his you could grab, that were light and easy to move quickly, the better. Your heart beating anxiously, you try to hastily leave before Sam could realise you were gone. To your discontent, Sam was already stationed back in the main room, watching something on the laptop screen he stood before.

“Hey get this,” he said calmly, “You seen the news?”

“News?” you gulp, tentatively stepping forward.

“Yeah, come take a look.”

You continue towards the Winchester. You can hear a female news anchor.

“It is believed the fire was started in the one buildings and it has spread to the neighboring properties,” a blonde woman sat a desk announces solemnly, “We have Shannon Kelly reporting at the scene.”

The camera cuts to what you can only describe as a fiery massacre. You swallow again, stomach dropping at the sight of the street you were on a mere hour or so ago.

“At least nine bodies have been found in the house of the original fire,” a brunette reporter speaks in front of the still burning blaze, “Three more from one of the neighboring homes, one being a small infant. Thankfully the family of the other home were out at the time of the incident. Firefighters are still working at the scene to prevent the fire spreading any further, but they have commented that the flames are unusually ferocious and intense as what would normally be encountered at a domestic fire incident.”

You can feel your eyes stinging. Your breath staggered. You'd done this. Caused this chaos in your little revenge mission. No. Your rescue mission to find Dean. Innocent lives had been lost. A child's life too. You were now a murderer.

“That's your hometown, right?” you hear Sam's voice behind you, he sounded dark. The news report continued to taunt you, but most of what was being said became a low hum to you.

“S-Sammy...” you stutter, jaw trembling, unable to turn around and look at him, “I-”

“Isn't that the coven's house?” he sounded almost scary, his voice low and calm but seething with anger at the same time.

“Sammy please...” you clamp your eyes shut to try and prevent any tears escaping. You're fists clench and shake at your sides.

“You went back didn’t you!? Got yourself a damn fix!” he shouts, you can hear him stepping closer to you, “After you promised as well!.”

He was directly behind you now. You hear the sound of metal jingling. Shackles. He was going to lock you up and detox you. You couldn't let that happen. Sam was never going to find Dean at this rate. You needed to do this. You needed to find him. You needed the blood.

No...

You see the furniture around you shine purple as they reflect your eyes. Before the cold metal could come into contact with your skin, your body emanates a shock-wave like back at the coven house. Sam is flung back by its energy and collides into the wall behind.

“I'm sorry Sammy,” you weep, making a run for the stairs.

“Y/N!” Sam bellows as he gets to his feet to pursue you.

“Don't!” you plead, raising a hand before you. Sam is pushed back against the wall and held there, choking for air.

“You've gotta stop before it changes you,” he chokes out while grasping for his throat, “Before more people get hurt!”

“That was an accident Sammy, I just got a little carried away!” you plead, tears full flowing down your cheek, “It's just a means to an end. I need it to find Dean.”

“You don't, we can find him together!”

“This way...I find him sooner.”

Holding the young Winchester in place, you head back up the stairs quickly. You run outside to your car and speed away before you let the spell go. You could sense he was still alive, but hurt.

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“Please,” you laughed at the boys while you sat at the bunker table tucking into take-out noodles, “You guys know I have the potential to destroy you both. I will fight for that last piece of pie.”

You point a finger at Dean's whiskey bottle next to him. Squinting your eyes and concentrating hard, you will the bottle to lift in the air slightly and glide its way into your waiting palm.

“You sure you want to take me?” you chuckled jokingly.

“Never,” Dean laughed slightly wide-eyed, “Look, Y/N...”

“Yes, 'Sweetums'” you winked sarcastically as you poured some of the liquor into a glass.

“Me and Sammy have known you, what? Two years now?”

“One year since I 'really' got to know you though Dean,” you blew him a small kiss, making Dean shake his head with a titter.

“Can we not do that when I'm in the room please?” Sam raised his hand to bring attention to his presence, “Gotta say though, one year is quite an achievement for Dean.”

“'Back' to the topic at hand,” Dean gritted his teeth at his brother, “There's just...something that bothers me. Me 'and' Sammy really.”

“What?” you shot a nervous look at them both.

“The tricks,” Dean stated, “The little 'light a candle' or 'make something float' things you do from time to time.”

“What?” you sat back in surprise, “But they're harmless. You guys do summoning magic and stuff all the time!”

“This is different though,” Sam stepped in and leaned forward on the desk.

“Right,” Dean agreed, “You doing this stuff, it's like you're not letting go of all that.”

“Like you miss it,” Sam concluded.

“You think I miss sitting in a damn cell and getting doped up on demon blood?” you scoffed.

“Well no. That's exactly the point,” Sam expanded, “You need to let go of it all and move on. These little spells and such, you trained for them. They're not something me or Dean could do.”

“Yeah but...” you tried to argue back, but seeing their faces so sincere, you couldn't help letting them continue to win you around.

“So the fact you do them means you haven't moved on,” Dean said before grabbing your hand, “You need too. I can't stand the thought of losing to you to all that one day.”

“Dean I'd never...” you gripped his hand tight, before losing your words.

“You don't need them. You're a hunter, not a Witch,” Sam smiled honestly.

“O-okay,” you were stunned and taken aback by how concerned they were. You realised this is what it was like to be part of a family that honestly cared. They wanted you to stop. So you'd stop, “No more magic.”

“Promise?” Dean looked you deep in the eyes, slightly narrowing his green gems in mock suspicion.

“Promise,” you smiled.

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You drive. That persistent feeling of sickness was consuming your whole body now. You needed to get away. Drive and keep driving. Soon enough you were speeding down a now dark highway, your hands still gripped tight on the steering wheel and the cold sweat on your brow twinkled in the bright street lights. The stereo was silent, the only noise coming from the purring engine as you drove. Your eyes flit back to your backpack. You thought about the countless bottles inside.

I need them to save Dean...

You thought about your confrontation with Harper.

They helped me kill Harper too...

The fire...

All those people I killed...

Sammy...

...and I hurt Sammy...

You spot a motel coming up, you decide you should try and rest up for the evening. Then you can decide what to do next.

Have I made a mistake?

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