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HarleyQuinn! Dean x Reader :Obsessive Love: 1

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       Obsessive Love
       Chapter 1
       "The Encounter"



       Not a whole lot had been going right as of late. Well, emotionally anyway. You were a psychologist that dealt with criminals, and being in Brooklyn, New York meant crime. Of course you were emotionally invested in every crook or murderer you talked with. The police department you worked for had given you a man to interrogate and read his body language, another thing you were amazing at. This man was suspected of killing his family in a most grotesque manor. The things that went through his disturbed head seem to float out of his mouth as you pulled them out. Those words infected your mood, completely ruining your entire day. You couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said. Why he did it. All of it made no sense.

       As of right now you were walking along the sidewalks late at night in an attempt to clear your mind. You thought this time around walking home from work would be a good idea. The cold air really opened your eyes. That awful feeling still settled in your stomach. The only thing you really registered was your messenger bag hitting against your leg, the slight wind in your hair, and the ground underneath your feet. Your bag was a little heavier this time around being filled with your laptop, papers and files on people whose brains you’ve been picking at. They really overloaded you this time. But it’s nothing you couldn’t manage.

       You came up to a cross roads filled with cars and some people drifting around. The light was red making you stop in your tracks and lean against the light post. A deep sigh left your slightly chapped lips as you looked off in thought with a blank stare. The moon hung high in the sky. It really had been a late night in the office.

       The light turned green for the other side of traffic, allowing you to walk in between the white painted lines of the cross walk. You power-walked across to the other side and ran a hand through your hair. You shook your head trying to collect yourself. You walked a few more blocks when you came upon a part that didn’t have many light posts making the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. Your hands fiddled around in your messenger bag until you found your little pink canister of mace. Though it didn’t completely rid you of that nervous feeling, it did help. This wasn’t the bad side of town, no you lived pretty up scale, but you didn’t want to take any chances. Not to mention being scared of the dark was something you were never giving up, especially if a few of the city’s light posts just happen to break along your path. No one seemed to be in sight. That should be ok right?

       You took another deep breath trying to calm yourself down. You were halfway through the unlit part of the sidewalk. A feeling of relief was about to roll of your shoulders,

       Until you felt a hand across your mouth and grab at your jacket harshly dragging you into the alley way. Your muffled screams didn’t come out. Before you could spray him or hit him you felt something prod against your jaw. It was cold and hard.

       It was his gun.

       “Don’t think of goin’ no where eh sweet heart?”

       ~~~~~

       Dean looked up at the ceiling watching the fan rotate. His frown only deepened as he thought of recent events. Jackie (The joker), his girlfriend-well ex…, had thrown him out and dumped him. A seething rage built up inside him. This was the last time that he put up with this treatment. He was done being in an abusive relationship. No more heartaches. No more worrying over her.

       She used him.
       She found someone else.

       A newer and shinier model, as Dean saw walking in on them. This felt right…. He was gonna pick himself up and dust himself off. He was a new man! Dean thought of what he would do next. Well, he did own a bunch of pets, have his freak show/apartment, and live with his brother. All of that was positive! Sam really brightened up the place with how all the plants flourished. He really did have a green thumb. Maybe he’d go out and find that Batman to pick a fight with. Though he was in Gotham….and that was a little far…

       A deep sigh left Dean’s pale lips yet again. Even with all these thoughts of positives of the future…


….he still couldn’t seem to get Jackie out his mind.

       Her pale skin, her green hair,
       And most of all her red lips….



       Dean felt his heart tighten yet again.

       “Are you still sulking?” Dean turned his head towards the door and saw his brother leaning up against the door frame. His eyes narrowed before turning back to the ceiling.

       “No….” Dean grumbled. Sam rolled his eyes. The soft thumps of Sam’s shoes echoed through the room until he sat himself next to his delusional brother.

       “Really? Cause this looks like sulking to me.” Dean knew Sam was smirking. He could practically feel it. Quickly Dean popped up from his lying position into sitting in Indian style.

       “It’s only been a few days since puddin’ and I broke up…..what do you expect?”

       “It’s been three weeks. Find someone else. She’s not worth it. I say get out there.” Sam softly punched Dean’s shoulder. Dean nodded a little seeming to like the idea. Getting Jackie out of his mind would be both good for his body but his soul and mind.

       “Yeah….maybe I will! Show that Joker that I can do what I want! When I want!” Dean seemed more confident.

       “Good,” Sam got up and sauntered out of Dean’s room before turning to his brother. “Also stop trying to take care of the plants…I know you want to helpful, but you’re just killing them….” Dean smiled nervously before nodding.

       ~~~~~

       Dean walked along the sidewalks of Brooklyn. Nothing seemed to interest him. No girls made him take a second look. No stores had anything he desired. He was starting to get that feeling again…..that maybe if he went back to Jackie that she would take him back….

       “Fuck…..” Dean mumbled before shaking his head.

       ‘Don’t think of goin’ no where eh sweetheart?’

       Dean’s attention as pulled towards a voice in this abandoned street. He back to walking down the street, disregarding the trouble.

       Not his monkey. Not his problem.



       “What do you want? My money?”



       Now when I say he usually passes by trouble with a care, he meant usually.
The last time he did a good deed was saving that poor puppy that was being hauled around by that awful old man. Dean may have overdone it by then adopting all the pets from the pound….but he didn’t regret it. It felt good.

       But again, usually.

       That voice did something though….

       It gave him a feeling that Jackie never really seemed to give him. He’d had butterflies before with her, but these were different. A different kind of flutter if that makes any sense.
       “Because what you really need is a new pair of pants. You reek. I’ll give ya some so you can buy yourself something pretty.”

       Dean snorted a little hearing the delicate voice insult.

       Ok now he was interested.

       His boots thumped on the concrete. With his bat in hand, he clutched it harder getting ready to throw the smack down.

       ~~~~~

       “I wouldn’t get too smart with me sweetheart, I’m the one with the gun.” His voice was rough against your ear.

       “And I’m the one with the bat! I like these odds!” A voice came out strong in the alleyway. Not that you’d admit it, but you were relieved. The gunman turned around pulling you with him, his arm tightly wound across your waist keeping you pressed up against him. The gunman shifted his point of focus towards the unknown man. The eyed the strange man at the end of the alleyway.
His hair was a mix of reds and blues. His skin was pale with a choker around his neck baring the words ‘Puddin’ in gold. The shirt he wore read ‘Daddy’s Little Monster’ and was a little torn up. It was tight and fit him perfectly showing off his muscles, along with those arms of his. He was quite tall, with his legs covered in baggy cargo pants that were blue and red, corresponding to the makeup on his eyes. Blue and red seemed to be his trademark.

       Your eyes trailed down to his weapons. He had a gun in a holster along with a knife, yet he wielded a bat. Your eyes traveled up to his eyes.

       They were trained on you.

       It was like the breath had been taken away from Dean. You were the most beautiful thing Dean had ever laid his eyes on.

       It seemed as if Jackie was miles away only to be replaced.

       Dean’s mouth hung a little as he drank you in. You were so precious. With your perfect skin and doe eyes. He could tell you were scared even with the confidence you wore.

       The gunman seemed on edge. The possible chance of getting caught or hurt was tripled by the man at the end of the alleyway. He was built and had his own weapons. But the gunman’s fear outweighed the possible chance of what he’d get from you. Taking a chance, he threw you towards the strange man.

       Dean quickly caught you. Although he would’ve liked to keep you there, he had a gunman to catch. Dean made sure you could stand and quickly took three steps. His hand grasped at the back of the gunman’s jacket, quickly pulling him back and throwing him on the ground.

       “Is that any way to treat a lady?” Dean turned serious. He re-gripped his bat again. A wicked smile spread across his lips. The gunman’s eyes were filled with fear as he raised his hands above his face towards Dean in defense. Dean eyed his prey and walked towards him. He poked the lying man with his bat. “Well? Is it?”

       You eyed the scene a few feet away deciding what your next move was. Your feet seemed to have another idea as one backed away while the other stayed put. It’s not like this strange rescuer of yours would kill the guy.

       “N-no! I-I-I won’t do it again! Promise!” The gunman stuttered out.
His obsession had shifted, replaced.

       Dean wore a smug grin and squatted down to the man who was attempting to scoot away. “Now sorry if I don’t believe you…” Dean mockingly tapped his finger on his chin faking a look of thought before looking back to his prey. “And that comes with a price.” Dean stood up at his full height, intimidation and all, and walked towards the gunman. “A big price.”

       “N-no! Don’t!” You swallowed a lump in your throat. Shouldn’t you be saying something? Doing something to intervene? Dean chuckled darkling before bringing his bat back.

       And swinging straight at the gunman.

       A loud crack was heard as the gunman recoiled back. He shouted in pain. Dean’s lips were still curled into a wicked grin as he brought his bat back again, and swung down again. Blood went flying from the gunman’s jaw. It splattered on the bat.

       Dean’s walls fell. He went crazy and kept swinging ignoring all the shouts and pleas of mercy. All that he could comprehend was that this man hurt his new obsession, and he didn’t like that.

       “How do you like being treated like crap?!” Dean laughed a little as he brought his bat down again.

       And again.

       And again.  

     
       Blood smeared against the bat until he was satisfied. Dean panted a little stepping back to see his work. Satisfaction came to mind seeing the gunman’s body lying on the concrete bloody and beaten. Dean felt something run down his cheek. With the pad of his thumb, he brushed it across his cheek and brought it to his lips sucking it off. His lips wore a smirk as he determined that it was blood. Dean was brought back into the real world by a whimper he heard behind him.

       “A beautiful lady such as yourself shouldn’t be out this late. You’re lucky I came when I did.” Dean started walking towards you. You seemed to be frozen in your spot.
What had you just witnessed….

       You had seen a handful and more of crazy cases, nothing like bodies…..well ok you have dealt with crazy before, but seeing is completely different than hearing it in a story. Normally your sarcastic personality would come out. But this was no joking matter. You just witnessed a colorfully dressed man beat someone to death with a bat. Your heart thumped aggressively against your chest as your breathing became uneven.
What had just happened?

       Dean was fixed on your eyes. They were filled with such fear. So adorable. He walked closer to you, you were still fixed in your spot.

       “Oooh doll face don’t look at me like that,” Dean’s grin widened. He was less than a foot away from you, your bodies were about touching. You had to look up at him because he was so tall. Dean lifted a hand to brush his fingers across your cheeks, with tears running down them. He wrapped his other arm around your waist pulling up the fabric of your jacket and shirt holding you close to him. Dean smirked again feeling your heartbeat. “I’ll bet you’d look adorable grasping at the sheets on my bed…” Dean murmured looking into your eyes. Your big, scared, beautiful eyes. Your breathing became quicker. And with a jolt of adrenaline, you pushed the strange man away and bolted.

       Dean smiled, waving to you as he watched you run away.

       “How cute….”

       Looks like he found a new obsession.

       One that he’d find would be much stronger than his previous one with Jackie….

       His new little doll.
HOOOOOLLLYYYY HELLL

shot of inspiration just took throughout my entire body and this shot out.

And to think this all started because i was thinking about Harley Quinn and the suicide squad....
I was looking for a costume so i could wear it when i see the movie and then i saw this amazing picture

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and this one

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oohh my jesus.....

i have always loved harley quinn. I have soooo many comics of her, watched her cartoons, and have a costume of hers. I watched the animated version of "The Suicide Squad." and it was bomb

Like hella bomb

So with my knowledge of the comic book version of harley quinn, i have put this together. 

Dean's personality is going to be a little home and mostly harley quinn. 
For those who haven't read her comics,
Harley Quinn lives with her bestie Poison Ivy in a freak show building/apartment building she owns (i think someone left it to her in a will?) i need to review it again. I haven't read those comics in soooo long. (with all the references i put in the story (if i do) i will explain them in the description!) if you don't get something you can always ask me as well <3

THIS IS A GREAT EXCUSE TO. FUCK YEEE

anyway i'm actually really excited about this one.

I might do one with HarleyQuinn! Dean x Joker! reader

I like the idea of writing an obsessed dean being all "use me...." to a joker! reader....

WELP!

I SHOULD'VE BEEN DOING HOMEWORK
FUCK
WORTH IT

i take requests <3

lemme know if there's anything you wanna see in any of my stories or if you have some story ideas of your own (doesn't matter what fandom, i'll do research if need be)

i hope you enjoyed it <3

love you all
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shadamyilove's avatar
Yes Sam is ivy and Dean is Harley it a perfect pair of brothers as valence I can see this as we happy in the show.