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Hell on Earth: Welcome Home (Part 4)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester, Charlie, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Kevin

Length: 1628+ words

TW: Mentions of Torture, Rape, Child Abuse, Child Soldiers, Etc. (Nothing is implied in this Chapter!)

A/N: ALL DA FLUFF. 

Catch up on the Hell on Earth Series HERE


“Sweetheart?” You could hear Dean’s voice from the other side of the door as you stirred awake from your slumber.

You tiredly rubbed your eyes while answering him. “Come in!”

He slowly opened the door, peeking his head in. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you answered, noticing how lighter you felt. It was easier to smile without having anything pull it down. “The voices are gone,” you noted, the negative voices that you kept hearing was gone. Your face lit up.

“The voices?” Dean asked worriedly. He sat on the edge of your bed, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yea. Before I was hearing a really nasty voice. It had always been there for as long as I can remember, so I thought it was a part of me- Well I mean, there are two voices. One that sounded really mean and said really mean things- that one is gone, but then there’s my voice- it sometimes says mean things too, but it’s not as bad.” You knew you were rambling, but you couldn’t help it. There was no voice that told you that you were being a burden, and Dean would punish you for talking so much.

“I’m glad.” And he did sound very relieved. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now c’mon. The girls are going to take you shopping for some clothes!”

“Will you come?” you asked, not wanting to be left alone without the brothers just yet.

“I don’t-“

“Please, Dean?” You grabbed his forearm.

Dean looked contemplative for a few seconds, chewing his bottom lip. “Fine. I’ll come.”

“Oh! Thank you!” You threw your arms around him feeling his own strong arms wrap themselves around your back.

He grunted in surprise before chuckling. “I think I like this new change.”

“Yea?” you shyly asked, shrinking back to your bed.

“Yea. Now let’s go.” He pressed his fingers to your side, making you squeal and jumping out of the bed and running in the bathroom.

“I heard Y/N scream. Is she okay?” Sam asked, running into the room with his face lined with concern.

“Yea. She’s doing okay.”

Your ears perked up at the sound of the younger brother. You quickly spat the rest of the toothpaste in your mouth, and quickly rinsed your mouth. “Sam!” You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pinning you to him just so you wouldn’t fall.

“Sounds like you’re feeling better,” he commented, chuckling.

You nodded excitedly. “I am. The mean voices are gone! And Dean said he would go shopping with me today- with Charlie, Jo, and Ellen! Are you coming too, Sam?”

“Sorry, sweetie. I don’t think I will. Someone has to take care of old-man Bobby.”

“But Sam!” you whined, pouting a bit.

“Hey. Am I not enough?” Dean asked from behind you. You whipped your head, jumping out of Sam’s grip, seeing their worried expressions before running up to Dean, and grabbing his hand.

“No, no! Of course you are.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go before you wear yourself out running between us.” Dean got up just as you crawled back on the bed, wrapping yourself around his neck again, and your legs around his waist. “Really? This is what you’re going to do?”

“Yup! C’mon! We’re going to be late!”

Dean walked purposely slow, rolling his eyes at Sam who was chuckling at his brother’s misery.

“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, resting the side of your head on his broad shoulders. “For taking care of me. I gave up hope on being saved a long time ago, but you and Sam- you guys are my saviour.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I won’t let anything hurt you anymore.” He turned a bit, kissing your forehead. “I promise.”

After a few hours of shopping, you were finally done. Dean had followed the girls like a puppy following its owner. Every time they entered a new store he would either wait outside, or find a seat to rest on while you tried on the clothes. You tried asking him for suggestions for clothing, but everyone else never seemed to agree with his choice.

“If it was up to him, you’d be wearing sweater and sweats 24/7,” Charlie whispered in your ear.

“What’s wrong with that?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

“You’re a young girl who spent the last two decades locked up!” Charlie exclaimed. “You need to go out into the world, and have some fun!” She bumped her hip against yours, and winked.

“Like what kind of fun?”

“Y’know, going to bars, drinking-”

“Safely,” Ellen added. “And with supervision.”

“With Sam and Dean around, that probably won’t be a problem. You’ve got them wrapped around your finger,” Jo said with a smirk.

“Wrapped around my finger?” You were confused at the foreign phrase, and where this conversation was heading.

“Yea!” Charlie exclaimed. “You can ask them to do anything, and they’ll do it. I mean you even got the Dean Winchester to go shopping with you.”

“Oh.” You couldn’t say much else because the four of you went out of the store to grab Dean. He was fiddling on his phone when he looked up, and caught your eyes.

Instantly, he smiled. “Got what you needed?”

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Jordie Benn #4

Requested by Anon:  Would you please write an imagine where Jordie Benn is being an ass and hurt his close friend’s feelings/ treated her like crap and nearly injured his brother during practice because he thought she and Jamie were secretly dating based on something he saw when he came home one afternoon. Turns out Jamie was trying to convince the girl to tell Jordie how she feels because he knew Jordie felt the same way.

*I honestly have nothing to say because I love Jordie and I am so happy and excited for him but damn if I don’t want to sucker punch the whole Stars management and coaching staff right now. Anyway, enjoy! I really love this one. :) I also might have gotten carried away.*

Word count: 1, 270

@babyseguin love you Skylar!!! 

Originally posted by brosillustrated

You walked into the house like hell on wheels, banging and clanking things as you go. You only ever stopped by the door to the kitchen because Juice looked at you like he thought you were going to eat him.

You bent so you can reach for his chin and rub his neck, “hi boy,” you cooed, calming yourself enough so he won’t get stressed, “love you Juicers,” you teased before rolling your eyes, “now where is that stupid ass human of yours?”

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Holy Pt. 2 {Luke Hemmings Smut}

PAIRING: Luke/Y/N
RATING: A for angst and S for smut
WORD COUNT: 8000+
REQUESTED: yesssss!!! so many ppl wanted a second part so here u go!! 

guess who’s back!!! well not rly bc i have so much work to do but i managed to churn out this monster fic in like….3 days lmao ! just letting u guys know, it deviates from the religious aspects that r mentioned in the first part; this part definitely deals more w their relationship and there’s literally sooooo much angst so y’all can thank me for that later ;-) anyways, hope u enjoy!!!

[part 1] [masterlist] [come yell at me]

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Cherry Stem Knots

Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge, Week 2!

PROMPT: “I know! Isn’t it great?”
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Female Reader, Cassie Robinson, Jo Harvelle, Sam Winchester, Jess Moore
WARNINGS: Angst. (Y’all. There is so much angst.) AU, unrequited love, language, emotional crap, this is just painful and I’m sorry.
WORD COUNT: 4264

TAGS: @one-shots-supernatural, @mrs-squirrel-chester, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @deandoesthingstome, @kittenofdoomage, @oriona75, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @deanwinchester-af, @fandommaniacx, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @leviathanslovedick

Originally posted by justkeepchill

“Hey!" 

The smile spread across your face before you even realized it. You turned around and saw the green eyes with crinkles beside them, the plump lips open in a cheeky grin, and you let out a laugh. 

"Hey, you!" 

You reached under the bar and grabbed his favorite beer without him asking. You popped the top on it and set it on a napkin in front of him, and he shook his head. 

"You’re too good to me, pretty girl." 

You shrugged your shoulders and Dean took a long drink from the bottle. He motioned with his head and you leaned a little closer. He winked at you. 

"How’s the crowd tonight?" 

You rolled your eyes, dutifully ignoring the twinge in your chest. 

"Slim picking, not to mention the fact that Cassie would literally kick your ass into next week." 

Dean threw his head back with a laugh, and you swallowed, turning back to straightening the bottles on the shelf behind the bar again. You glanced in the mirror behind the bottles and saw Dean turn around, leaning his back against the bar as he surveyed the crowd. 

Your heart gave a thump in your chest as you stared at him, and you let out a quiet sigh. 

"Something on your mind, pretty girl?”

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4.03am

“Shhhhhhhhhh, Gale’s sleeping.” Madge is trying to whisper, but he can hear her all the way in the bedroom. Her whisper is what wakes him.

He doesn’t move, he keeps his eyes closed and his breathing steady. If he doesn’t move, if he doesn’t open his eyes, if he doesn’t act like he’s awake, then he’s still asleep. They’ll quieten down in a moment and then he’ll drift back into slumber.

But they don’t quieten, they just get louder as they stumble into the apartment. They’ve kept their shoes on too. That’s how Gale knows Madge is drunk. She’s fastidious about making everybody who enters their apartment remove their shoes; she would certainly not allow them to walk all over her wooden floors in their stilettos if she was sober. Or maybe they stole a horse; it’s entirely possible that the loud clip-clopping he can hear is a horse, because how could five women make that much noise?

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Fire and Ice (Part 7)

A/N: Well, what happened in this part and the two next, was unexpected. I think the next one might be the most interesting of all. Sorry if there’re a lot of mistakes in this part, and I think it’s one of my worst writing so far but I didn’t have the heart to go through it, and rewrite more than I did already. Feedback appreciated as always.

Pairing:  Dean x Reader (french)

Words count: 3500 ish?

Story: The reader just moved in her new apartment. While things aren’t going that well for her, she meets her new neighbour who happens to be a famous hockey player…

Warnings: angst, frustration, awkward moment, tension, language FR/EN (translation at the end).

Tags: @fangirl1802 , @sdavid09, @wonderlandercat

Read Fire and Ice here!



“Oh que ça me gave!”

You were trying another freaking dress in this too expensive store and everything so far was either ugly, too much or both. Your face was red as you were utterly frustrated with yourself and the whole world.

You cursed Dean under your breath as you tried to readjust the straps on your shoulders. You had resisted until the last minute, until Dean begged literally on his knees for you to accept to be his plus one at this huge charity ball or whatever this even was.

You were not going to survive going there. No, you were going to die of humiliation and ridiculousness under the flashes of the cameras. 

And your parents were going to engrave this on your tomb.

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by @everllarkingnewtina

Prompt: Day 7, Mistletoe

Rating: M (for strong language)

Summary: We have a stressed out Katniss and Peeta on the very day of the christmas Party. Will they make up? How does Johanna come into play?

I would like to thank and dedicate this story to my beautiful friend @papofglencoe for giving me inspiration and my husband for being amazingly supportive during all my writing stints. I would like to give  huge thanks to @loveinpanem for giving me platform for my story. 

Warning: I wrote this in the span of 4 days and it hasn’t been beta’d. All the mistakes are my own. I hope you all like it. 

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“Well what do you want me to do?” Peeta asked, pacing up and down the rug. He swiftly turned to look at his wife who was currently sitting on the large, plush sofa, legs stretched before her.

Katniss rubbed her now protruding stomach as she scowled and silently fumed, “Well I don’t know, Peeta but the fact that you forgot to bring the damn cookies is enough to piss me off. I mean, how could you forget?” she crossed her arms. “You knew we had a Christmas party today and you forgot.”

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