Someone's driving me and my brother over but

Simmer // Archie Andrews

Summary: Archie and you have a fight when Veronica can’t seem to understand that Archie isn’t single but that doesn’t stop her from kissing him. During ‘Secrets and Sins’ some things you didn’t know are revealed causing a rift but with the sex be enough to convince you how much Archie cares?

Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Dilton Doiley, FP Jones, Jason Blossom (mentioned) and Ms. Grundy (mentioned).

Words: 3126

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Some parts of the dialogue from the episode has been changed to fit the fic.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, party, fighting, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This was two requests I put into one!

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Originally posted by riverdalesource

The minute Archie told you about Betty throwing Jughead a birthday party you knew it would go bad. When you were young Mrs. Jones would babysit you for extra cash, your parents doubled the average pay to her. That meant you grew up close with Jughead as if you were siblings or really close cousins and you knew how much he hated his birthday.

You were shocked when Archie allowed the get together build into a fill fledged high school part with two kegs in attendance. Your boyfriend was acting odd but refused to tell you why and you didn’t appreciated Veronica making eyes at your oblivious boyfriend.

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Gone (Part 2)

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This part is majorly inspired by From The Dining Table

The phone rang a few times before the other line picked up.

“Bloody hell … Harry? It’s six o’clock in the morning,” Gemma groaned, he’d obviously woken her up, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is it Mum?”

His heart felt like lead in his chest, “Sorry for wakin’ yeh, I just …”

“You what, Harry?”

“Can I come see you?”

He felt her tone change through the phone, even though they were miles apart, “You know that answer, you’re always welcome over ‘ere,” she consoled him, “What’s wrong?”

Tears stung in his eyes again, suddenly being hit with the reality of the situation.

“It’s too much to speak of over the phone,” his voice cracked, “I’ll be up in a few hours.”

“Alright, I’ll be here,” Gemma sounded worried, “Please be safe, Harry.”

“Will do,” Harry said with a sigh, and hung up the phone.

His head was still pounding from his poor decisions the night before, and he couldn’t stop mulling over their conversation. Part of him hated leaving her in such a rush and with so much bitterness – he knew her better than anyone else. He knew how to comfort her when she was scared or miserable, he knew how she liked to be held, he knew what he could do to try and help her back up onto her feet. But now, she was alone. Did she deserve it?

… That is what Harry was battling with. She’d gone behind his back. She was the one who had brought it upon herself. She made the choice to do something like this. It made him feel like she should be hurting, like she should be guilty, because he certainly wasn’t the one responsible.

Or was he?

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Imagine having to share a bed with Dean.

A/N: This is set S1E4 Phantom Traveler right at the beginning of the episode.

Dean’s age-26

Sam’s age-22

Reader’s age-15

Bottom gif is from google

Originally posted by plaiding

You felt Dean shifting next to you and let out a groan, “Too early De.” You said in a sleepy voice while pulling the blankets over your head. You tried to drift back to sleep but then you were wide awake when you felt Dean tap you three times. That was his signal when he wanted you to act like you were sleeping. It was a ridiculous code you had made up with him when you were four and were certain the monsters from under your bed were trying to get you. He would tap you twice then “handle the monsters”.

You heard someone walking around in the room and felt Dean quickly move to see who it was, that’s when you heard Sam say “Morning sunshine.” You relaxed back into the bed, realizing that there was no threat.

“What time is it?” Dean asked.

“About 5:45″ Sam replied. You grabbed a pillow and put it over your head; you just wanted more sleep.

“In the morning? Where does the day go?” Dean said in a tired voice.

Sam handed Dean a coffee as Dean sat up. “Did you get any sleep last night?” He asked Sam, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours.”

“Liar. Cause i was up at three thanks to someone kicking me and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial.” Dean said while giving you a shove with his foot.

“What can I say? It’s riveting TV.” Sam replied back to him.

You dramatically threw the covers off yourself while sitting up, grabbing your brothers attention. “If you aren’t gonna sleep Sam then I’m taking your bed, cause Dean snores right in my ear and it’s beginning to drive me nuts.” You said before leaning over and grabbing Dean’s coffee, taking a sip of it.

“I do not snore…and give me back my coffee.” Dean said as he reached for his coffee in your hands. You stood up with it and walked towards the bathroom.

“Uh, Y/N.” Sam called for you somewhat nervously, “I grabbed you a hot chocolate and a cheese danish. It’s on the table.”

You smiled, “Thanks Sammy.” You walked over and handed Dean’s coffee back to him and gave Sam a kiss on the cheek. “But, if you don’t start sleeping I am taking over that bed.” You walked over to your hot chocolate and pastry, letting Dean handle the Sam drama.


Game On.

a vaguely crackish shortfic for @deanismypatronass, loosely based on this post. 

There’s no more war between heaven and hell and things on earth are pretty chill. Cas is human and off doing his own thing, Sam has a date, and Dean’s getting pushed out the door to spend some time in the real world. He’s less than thrilled with how his night started, but more than happy with how it’s going to end.

“This is dumb, Sam,” Dean said for the fifteenth time. “I don’t need to get out.” He exaggerated the term with really big air quotes.

“Too bad, Dean. I already made you a reservation.”

“What kind of place takes reservations?” Dean asked, realizing how stupid that sounded a little too late.

“A nice place,” Sam answered, his words laced with sarcasm. “And maybe this isn’t about you. Maybe I need your sulking, cranky ass out of my hair for a few hours.” He took a step back and looked at his brother. “Here,”  he said, handing him a different tie. “Try this one.”

“Wait a minute,” Dean said, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. “Do you have a date?” Sam didn’t answer.  “Sam. Do you have someone coming over?”

“Shut up and put on your tie. Your reservation’s in two hours and you have an hour and forty-minute drive.”

“An hour and forty-minute drive. Wow, Sam. You really want me far, far away from you and your friend, huh?” Dean said with a smirk.

Sam gave a pained smile and muttered through his teeth. “I should’ve made it in Kansas City.”

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Sam, Meet Sammy

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Reader’s Family

Word Count: 2,293

Warnings: Just fluff, honestly. 

Request: Can you do some cute ass Sammy fluff? His girlfriend takes him to meet her family where he meets her puppy too? And this little fur ball just falls in love with Sam because he got a. “I protect and love your mommy.” Vibe from him. So seeing how well Sam and the pupper get along and realizing she doesn’t want to be without her dog reader convinces Dean to let her take him home with them.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry this is out late. I have a lot of requests to write and to put out. Maybe, later on today, I will put out another fic for you. If you want that, let me know. Please, if you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite!

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Originally posted by berezneva12

“I’m really nervous right now.” You said, biting your lip as you bounced your leg.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. Parents love me.” Sam grinned from the front seat. He was driving the Impala because Dean allowed you and him to go away for the weekend.

“No, I love you. My parents are a different story. Not saying they’re mean or strict but they might welcome you in a bit too much. They might overdo it. My siblings aren’t that far behind. My mom over thinks everything. When she found out I was dating you, she wanted to throw me a party. My dad may act tough in front of you but don’t let him steer you. He’s harmless.” You blabbed on. When you were nervous, you rambled on until someone stopped you.

“My brother may want to beat your ass because he got this older brother protective vibe going on but he’s all talk and no bite. Well, he did beat up my ex boyfriends way before I met you but you’re so big and tall and muscular, he got nothing on you. My sister, though, is a little shit and will try and get with you. She’s just that way. But she’s a teenager and she thinks she can get any guy she wants. Just stay away from her. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe we should turn around.”

You were cut off by Sam’s lips on yours and you immediately relaxed, kissing him back. You pulled away, remembering that he was driving but frowned when you didn’t see the road but your parent’s house instead. Damn, how long were you rambling?

You pressed your lips back to his and he cupped your cheek with one large ass hand, pulling you closer to him. With his lips on yours, you forgot why you were here in the first place. But damn, what you would give to get hot car sex.

You pulled away, tugging his bottom lip as you went. He released a low growl and looked at you.

“We can definitely continue that later. But right now, keep it in your pants, Winchester.” You grinned and got out of the car, taking a deep breath. Sam followed you to your front door and you pushed it open quickly.

“Oh, I forgot to mention…” You didn’t get to say anything else when your golden retriever puppy came running at you and Sam. He passed by you and ran straight to Sam, jumping into his arms. Your puppy wasn’t small by any means but he wasn’t an adult yet.

Sam laughed as he caught to dog, petting his soft fur. Your puppy licked his face all over and Sam laughed more, getting deep dimples.

“Sam, meet Sammy. He reminded me of you thus that is how he got his name.” You laughed, introducing them.

“Hi Sammy.” Sam said with a smile. Sammy barked and struggled to get down. Sam let him down and Sammy ran around him, sniffing him and wagging his tail. He barked happily and went to you. You picked him up and he licked your face.

“He’s my baby. I hate that I’m away from him.” You smiled and kissed his nose before walking inside the house.

“How old is he?” Sam asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Almost 2 years old. I know, he’s so big already but I love him. Mom! Dad! I’m home!” You called out for your family.

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Jumping to her Defence / Cheryl Blossom

Words: 1458

There was no doubt that the party had got completely out of hand. 

While you were hesitant at the idea of the get together in the first place, you stayed quiet in order to keep your friends happy. The moment you saw Jughead’s reaction when he and his girlfriend arrived, you knew you probably should have spoken up in the beginning. However, at the same time, you knew Betty and Archie really wanted to do this for Juggie and their plans would have gone ahead. With our without your support. 

The moment the doorbell rang later in the night, you felt your stomach drop. Finding Cheryl and Chuck, as well as what seemed like the entire school population, standing outside of Archie’s house…well you weren’t expecting that. And you knew something would inevitably go down. 

Your friend Betty just wanted Jughead to celebrate his birthday, have a night with his friends. But then Cheryl turned up. 

Cheryl Blossom. Her name had always rolled off your tongue with ease.

She was a handful to say the least. A disaster. A mess. But a force to be reckoned with.  

You couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Not only because of what had happened to Jason in the weeks earlier, but because you saw how unhappy she always was. Around her family, around her so called friends…you had never seen someone who was always surrounded by people yet so utterly alone.

Nevertheless, despite the surprising change in pace for the night-you let your hair down for once and decided to have some fun. 

You were in the middle of the dancing and you were having the time of your life. It seemed as if everything was drifting away. It was just you and the music. You felt the bodies of your classmates, and even people you had never seen before in your life, press against you as they, too, were getting lost in the music and in each other.

Then it happened.

You heard them before you saw them.

Pushing your way through the unnecessary amount of people, you find your friends facing off with Cheryl and Chuck by the entrance. You frown as Cheryl yells out, “Listen up party people! Everyone has their secrets. And we’ve all done our fair share of sinning. That’s one thing my dear brother’s death has revealed.”

Your heart quickens in pace, something did not feel right. Nothing good can come from what Cheryl was going to say next. You could feel it.

“So let’s play a little game to get those secrets out in the open,” she says. The redhead turns and locks the door behind her.

It wasn’t long before the music had shut off and the crowd had calmed down. Chairs were placed in the lounge room and you eyed your friends with a frown as they sat down. 

Cheryl and Chuck were in the centre of the room, ready to play their little game.

You didn’t realise you had tuned out from the conversation until Jughead spoke, “What the hell is ‘Secrets and Sins’?

“It’s a variation on ‘Truth or Dare’, in which we own out truths by telling it like it is,” she answers. “I’ll start the game with Veronica Lodge,” she announced. 

“Naturally,” the raven haired girl responded.

“Let’s begin with the day you and your mob wife of a mother came to town for a so-called fresh start. Tell us, Veronica, what’s so fresh about defiling Archie Andrews in a closet?”

Veronica seemed already over with Cheryl’s stunt, “That was your doing.”

Moving on to dear Daddy Lodge. Isn’t it true that your father, from prison, illegally purchased the drive-in land? Which makes me wonder, what else is he going from behind bars?”

“Well I can’t speak for my father,” Veronica begins, keeping her cool, “but I can think of someone with a very dirty secret. Specifically, Cheryl killing her very own brother.”

Veronica was your friend. You welcomed her into town with open arms, but you knew she was pushing it with Cheryl right now. It wasn’t right.

“Everyone knows how much I loved my brother.”

“Exactly,” Veronica stated, your fists unintentionally clench at your side. “But did you love him maybe in ways that a sister should’t love a brother?”

Your eyes dart to Cheryl, noticing how uneasy she was becoming with the tables turned on her. In some ways you felt she deserved it, she was generally a cold hearted bitch…but Veronica was completely stepping out of line.

“And as you got older, Jason started to think it was strange, unnatural. So he chose Polly over you.”

You feel yourself take a few steps closer to the centre of the room. “Veronica,” you warn. Stop.” You were unheard and the dark haired girl continues with her words. 

“So you shot him between the eyes with one of your father’s many hunting rifles.”

You hear Kevin somewhere near you declare to his boyfriend, “This is riveting. I. Can’t. Breathe.”

“Stop,” you demand again, louder this time. Everyone’s eyes snap towards you. You weren’t sure if it was the liquid courage, you had a strong feeling that it probably was, but you step into the main circle and narrow your eyes at your friend. “I can’t believe you would stoop so low, V,” you frown.

Her expression matches yours, “What are you talking about? This is her game, I’m just playing along.”

“No,” you shake your head. “You’re being cruel, and right now-believe when i tell you-you’ve somehow managed to out-bitch this queen bee,” you say, gesturing to the redhead who hadn’t taken her eyes off you.

“Where is this coming from?” Veronica demands. “I’m only doing as she said, bringing secrets to light so we can own them.”

You roll your eyes, “First you take away the Vixens for nothing more than a mean girl power play, now you’re making a completely baseless claim! You’re accusing Cheryl of something like this because of all the shitty gossip in this town? There’s a huge stigma when it comes to the Blossom’s and you’re only fuelling the fire.”

Your friends were stunned, not able to form any words to make a comment. Veronica’s face was screws up in confusion, not understanding why you were defending Cheryl. 

“Yes, the Blossom’s can be fucking weird and yes, they can be terrible people. But you have no right to provoke Cheryl like this or feed into rumours. If we really want to get technical,” you trail, “we can talk about your family. The Lodges!” you exclaim throwing your arms up. “Your father has caused unimaginable damage to so many lives,” you scoff, “and you’re sitting there judging Cheryl for no reason.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before you say anything else you would regret. Your eyes close, you can feel the stares of everyone in the room. 

“This game is sick,” Dilton fortunately interrupts. From the corner of your eye, you notice Cheryl quickly wiping hers. “I wanna go next.” 

You don’t bother sticking around. 

You push your way through everyone and make your way outside, breathing in the nights fresh air. Crouching to the ground you let out a curse. What have you done?

Hoping you hadn’t just lost a friend, you fall the the ground-hugging your knees against your chest. You didn’t fully regret what you had done…you just wished you could go back and change a few things you had said.

“No one’s done that for me before,” a voice says from behind you. 

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. You remain quiet and you hear a sigh.

Cheryl sits beside you, slightly taking you by surprise. “Thank you,” she whispers. Your words were caught in your throat, so you only nod. “I know I can be…difficult,” she admits finally, causing you to scoff. She nudges her shoulder against yours in protest, “I know that must have been hard for you…saying all that to your friend…thank you,” she tells you again.

“There’s no need to thank me,” you sigh. “It wasn’t right what she was saying.”

“No,” she agrees. “It wasn’t.”

“But,” you continue. “It wasn’t right what you did either. You do know that don’t you?” you ask, moving your head so you could see her face.

She lets out a deep breath before slowly nodding. “Yeah-I know.”

“Look,” you begin. “I know it’s in your blood to be so…you,” you try, “but you should try to not piss people off so much.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, (Y/L/N),” she smiles. 

Your lips tug upward and you find yourself grinning, looking back up at the sky and away the girl beside you chuckle, “You do that, Blossom.”

Here is prompt #12, I chose to write with John. Enjoy!

Prompt: “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.” W/John Shelby
Warnings: Fluff.

You and John had been ‘courting’ for months now. You were completely taken by him and his sometimes childlike – yet still dangerous charm. You had moved to Birmingham with your older brother - recruit for the Peaky Blinders – about 6 months ago, and in those months you and John became close. You both got on well from the start.

However, John had another woman who still had a part of his heart. You made it clear to John that neither of you would be intimate, or anything ‘official’ until he decided whom he wanted to spend his time with.

At first he hid her from you, but when you had witnessed her slapping John in front of the family while John’s reaction being somewhat of a shameful and heartbreaking one, you didn’t want to be the other woman. You realized that if it was you in her shoes, you’d want more respect and compassion.

“Things weren’t the same when I got back. I still love her, always will, in a way, I guess. I’ve just changed, we’re too different now.” He explained to you as you stood outside your flat, shaking out some wrinkled clothing – John was smoking a cigarette, looking anxious.

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Quick Fix III

Quick Fix III

[DΞΔN racing AU│A glimpse into the past]

│ Quick Fix │Quick Fix II

You were waiting for your client to pick up his car, and then you were free for the day . Usually, you’d just look forward to a nice evening with a hot bath and a good book. But somehow Dean managed to convince you into going out to dinner with him.

You looked up only to have your gaze met by Dean. “Why are you still staring at me?” you sighed. It seemed like everytime you looked up, your eyes met with his. “I know I’m a little dirty. But you try working under a car for eight hours alright?

He smirked "I’m just in shock at how stunning you look even with oil on your face.”

You scoffed, biting back a smile. “You gotta do better than that Lover Boy” Honestly you’ve grown to like his little pickup lines, but you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Well, what I’m doing is working to some degree because we are going out to dinner. Again.” he winked.

You grinned before sipping your coffee. He had a point. As much as you fought it, even you had to admit. He was wearing you down. He was at your job almost every day. And who were you to turn down some good company and a cup of coffee?

“Finally.” you stood up seeing Hep make his way over. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

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In honor of the long weekend ahead ... NurseyDex long weekend?

Dex, for once in his life, isn’t nervous. His hands aren’t shaking, he’s not going over possible awful scenarios in his head, and he can breathe easily. The same cannot be said for Nursey, who spends the entire drive compulsively changing the music and playing with Dex’s hand where it rests on his thigh. It’s actually kind of cute, how worked up Nursey is getting over this.

“Babe,” Dex says, when Nursey changes the song four times in the span of a minute, “It’s going to be fine.” He turns his hand palm-up on Nursey’s thigh so Nursey can thread their fingers together and gives his hand a little squeeze. Nursey squeezes back, but he’s started fidgeting in his seat, now.

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Fast (2) - Blue

This is part 2 of Fast! Read Part one here: Fast (1) - Purple


Your name: submit What is this?

(3 Weeks after the Accident)
At S.T.A.R Labs - Labor:

It was Monday and like everyday before and after work, you walked over to S.T.A.R Labs to check on your brother. You still blamed yourself for what has happened to Barry. That if you would’ve stayed in front of of him, that he wouldn’t lay in a coma now.

“Good morning, how is he?” You asked Cisco and Caitlin breathless because you ran, so you had more time for Barry this morning.

Caitlin came over to you, “Nothing changed.” She answered and wanted to touch gently your shoulder.

You avoided her touch and walked over to your brother Barry. Seeing him like this broke your heart every time. Caitlin and Cisco felt for you, you knew that but you didn’t want to get close to them. You wanted your brother back. You were grateful that he saved your life but also mad that he risked his own. You took his hand and kissed his forehead soft.

“How about you?” Dr. Wells asked as he came into the room.

You turned around and let Barry’s hand go. “Could I talk to you for a second?” You faked a soft smile and Wells nodded.


Dr. Harrison Wells and you walked out of the room and through the hallway until you were out of S.T.A.R Labs.

“So? Are you okay, Y/N?” Wells asked again.

“You said you would help him.”

“And I’m trying to do that.” He responded. “But we still don’t understand what is happening with him..” Wells paused and looked up, straight into your eyes. “Or with you.”

You stepped closer, “Nothing, is happening to me.” you replied serious.

“You sure?” Dr. Wells asked and pointed on your left hand, it was shaking. Very fast.

You looked at your hand and hide it behind your back. “Don’t focus on me. Bring my brother back” 

“Y/N, if we could do more tests with you, maybe we would figure out whats going on.. sooner.” Wells replied carefully.

“No. I’m not one of your little monkey’s inside there.” You pointed at the building. “I’m going to work now.” You said and Wells nodded. You turned around and tried to walk normal.


As you were out of Wells’s sight, you walked around a corner and breathed heavy. You looked at your shaking hand and didn’t know what was happening, again. Your heart started to beat incredibly fast. Actually whenever this happened you were sad or mad and when you thought of something that made you happy, memories with your family mostly, it stopped.. but this time you couldn’t calm down. You knew that you were late for work and that you would get fired, if you don’t hurry..You looked around you, if someone was there who could see you, and as you were sure that no one was there, you tried to breath normal.

“No, No, No.” You said a bit louder as you looked at your hands, both were shaking now. “Stoooop!” You said and tears got into your eyes.

You started to walk, trying to ignore your hands. You were thinking of Barry again and if this could happen to him too, if he would ever wake up. Then you thought of your family and that you had no one now. You didn’t realize that you were running but not like normal people. You were fast. You didn’t understand what was going on but you were sure that you were so fast, that no one could see you. You finally stopped running and found yourself on your mothers grave.


Graveyard - Your Mother’s Grave:

At first you didn’t realize where you were but as you read your Mother’s name on the Gravestone, in front of you, you knelt down crying.

“Mom, what is happening to me?” You asked.

You stopped crying and noticed that your hands stopped shaking. You calmed down and took a deep breath. Your phone was ringing, it was Iris. You two worked together, she helped you to get the job in the coffee shop.

“Yeah, Iris? I know I’m late… No, nothing changed with Barry… Yes I’ll be there in a minute.” 

You hung up and looked at the time on your phone. 9am and actually you had to be there an hour ago. You stood up, kissed your hand and touched the gravestone of your mother. Than you looked at your hands and wondered if you could run so fast again. You started to remember how Barry protected you from the lightning.. Your hands started to shake again and you to run. It worked and you enjoyed it a bit. 


Coffee-shop - Backyard:

You made it to the backyard of the Coffee-shop and smiled short, but then your back felt hot and you noticed that your jacket was burning. You took it off immediately and tried to turn the fire off. 

“Damn it..” You said to yourself. “I loved this jacket..” 

You picked your jacket up and throw it into the trash. Then you walked around a corner and into the coffee-shop.


(4 Months after the Accident)
At S.T.A.R Labs - Labor:

You were going to see Barry after your shift. You learned how to use your abilities a bit and even when you hated them, they were useful. As you were near S.T.A.R Labs, you stopped running and walked normal into the building.

“How is he today?” You asked Wells’s who was watching him, as you came into the labor.

Dr. Wells looked at you with a soft smile and you knew what he would say and that you didn’t want to hear it once more. 

Cisco and Caitlin came into the room, “Good morning Y/N, nothing changed yet.”

Caitlin rolled her eyes and pushed Cisco soft, “How was work Y/N?”

“It was good, I got big tip today.” You smirked at her and then turned around and walked over to Barry.

“Hey big brother,” You leaned over him and kissed his forehead. “you’ve to wake up.. My birthday is in a few days and this would be the best present.” You said soft to Barry and a tear rolled down you face but you wiped it away.

“Y/N, could I talk to you?” Harrison asked and already rolled in the Hallway and you followed.


S.T.A.R. Labs - Hallway:

“You were really fast here..“ Wells started.

“Yeah someone drive me here.” You said.

“In less than 3 Minutes?” He questioned smiling. “Y/N, when did you read the newspaper?” Wells asked and you looked confused at him. “Or some blogs in the internet? People start to talk about a blue and fast lighting they see sometimes in the streets.”

You stopped walking and stood in front of him, “And what exactly has this to do with me?” You asked.

Wells’s raised an eyebrow. “Y/N listen, I gave you time to come to me. You can’t do this on your own. Let me help you, maybe it will help Barry too..”

You smiled, “No. It would help you to feign an excuse to use my abilities for your own good.”

“That’s not true.”

“I don’t care. You won’t experiment on me. I’m very grateful that you stabilized my brother but I won’t help you, ever. Until I’m 100% sure it would help Barry.” You replied serious and wanted to walk out of S.T.A.R Labs but you stopped and walked back to Harrison. “And you can’t proof that I’m the blue lighting.” You whispered. “And if you say one word to anyone, you’ll regret it.” Then you walked out of S.T.A.R Labs and ran back home.


(9 Months after the Accident)

“Oh no stop..” You gasped annoying.

“What’s going on?” Iris asked as she came over to the bar.

“My phone won’t stop ringing.” You laughed soft and Iris looked worried. “No, don’t you dare think of that!” You said a bit louder and some guests looked at Iris and you.

“I don’t want to think that but when I look at your phone,” She said and pointed behind you. “And I see ten missed calls, then I think someone needs to talk to you and when I see the picture of Dr. Harrison Wells, then I think you should get on your phone.” Iris said soft and you nodded.

Iris turned around and left you alone. You walked in the backyard to be alone. You were afraid. You thought now, Harrison would tell you that your only brother, is dead. 


Coffee-shop - Backyard:

“Yeah, Wells what’s going on?” You asked worried but didn’t want to sound like that. “He is what? And you let him go just like that? You could’ve told him that his sister is going to kill him if she finds him.”

“Y/N!!!” Iris shouted inside.

“I need to go now.” You said and hung up.

After you put your phone back in your pocket, you smiled. Wells told you that your brother wasn’t just still alive, he finally woke up.



You walked back inside and were excited to tell Iris about the good news.

“Iris, you can’t believe what Wells just told me!” You said happy. “Barry is-”

“Awake.” iris said with a smile in her voice and you looked behind her.

“Barry..” A tear rolled down your face.

Iris walked next to Barry so that you had space to hug him. You ran over to him and jumped into his arms, holding your big brother as tight as you possibly could.

“I’m okay.” Barry said soft and wanted to let you go.

“No don’t.. I got you back and I’m not ready to let you go again.” You replied and Barry hold you tight again.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. Didn’t I promised mom to always watch out for you?” he asked and you let him go as you nodded. “So what did I miss?”

“Oh not much.” You said smirking.

Seeing Clearly-Part 2

A/N: Here it is!! Part 2! I hope you guys like it!

 Pairing: ?? x Reader

Word Count: 869

Dean’s POV

We finally reached Gautier, Mississippi after a long night of driving. I turned the radio down and looked over at my brother, sleeping in the seat next to me.  He looked so peaceful that I decided to let him sleep for a few more minutes. He rarely had nightmare-less sleep anymore. Ever since Jess…

It had been almost nine months since she died, and Sammy was still torn up about it. I knew it couldn’t be easy, watching your girlfriend pinned to the ceiling and flaming while you looked on helplessly. The second time it had happened to someone we love…I gripped my hands on the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. Yellow-Eyes was going to pay for what he did to our family. I shook my head of the memories threatening to overtake me. Getting out of the car, I went into the run-down motel to get  a room for us.

I returned about five minutes later with  a motel key for our room. Sam was awake and looking around the deserted parking lot. I tossed him the key to the room and he caught it with a swipe.

“What room?”

I told him, and after we had unpacked our bags and put on our ‘FBI suits’, we grabbed our badges and left the dank, musty room.

After we had settled into our respective places in the car, I turned to Sam.

“Where am I going here?”

Sam pulled out his laptop. I almost smiled at the expression on his face as he tapped his fingers over the keys. Furrowed brow, a slight twist to his mouth. This was what Sam did best. He tapped a few more keys until he came up with a list of names. He pointed to one near the bottom of the page.

“This is Ava’s best friend, Y/F/N Y/L/N. We should go see if she has anything about the death she can tell us.”

Sam quickly located her address and I started up the car.

“So what do you think we’re hunting? Ghost?” I asked Sam as he typed away on his laptop.

“Well,” said Sam, scratching his head, “I think so. But vengeful spirits are really the only ones that can possess anyone, and vengeful spirits usually commit their acts all at one time. So it really…”

I let Sam ramble on, only half listening as I pulled up to the stoplight. I looked out my window and did a double take. A girl was running on the sidewalk next to us. Her dark Y/H/C ponytail swung as her shoes pounded the pavement in a rhythmic beat. But it wasn’t her hair or even the fact that she was wearing just a sports bra and distractingly short shorts that drew my gaze to her. It was her startlingly Y/E/C eyes. Y/E/C and prettier than anything I’d ever seen. They were narrowed in concentration as she moved down the sidewalk, sweat running in rivets down her arms and stomach. I craned my neck to see her turn the corner. The back view was just as good as the front. Maybe even better. I felt a smack on my arm and looked over to see Sam, looking annoyed at my sudden lack of attention at his intellectually stimulating speech.

“The traffic light’s green, Dean.”

I turned back to the wheel, seeing that he was right. I pulled away hurriedly, as Sam muttered to himself under his breath. Something about being “entirely unfocused on the case” or some other whiny little brother bullshit.

“Dude, you complain all you want, but that girl was hot as hell.”

Sam scoffed and shook his head. “She was alright.”

I looked at him in astonishment. “Sammy. You’re blind if you tell me that girl running wasn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Sam rolled his eyes, and I just punched him in the shoulder before continuing to drive. After a few miles of driving in silence, I caught something out of the corner of eye. I turned my head to see the girl again, waiting at the sidewalk for a chance to use the crosswalk. I looked over to see Sammy engrossed in a book. I hit him on the chest to get his attention. I nodded toward the girl. Sam saw her and rolled his eyes at me again.

“Dean, we’re never gonna see her again, you know.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look at her while I get the chance,” I grinned at him.

He sighed and returned to his book as I continued to watch her. As the light turned to the 'walk’ symbol, she continued on her route across the street. My eyes met hers as she passed in front of the Impala. She smiled slightly before raking her eyes appreciatively over the car. I grinned proudly. Of course she liked the car. The hot chicks always did. She met my eyes once more before turning and finishing her path across the street. The light finally changed. As much as I wanted to keep looking, I forced myself to glue my eyes back on the road. I saw Sammy shaking his head at me as I sped off towards our destination.

Part 3 here

anonymous asked:

is it a common thing for your brain to just like, skip over something that you're looking at? like if I'm looking at a busy piece of art or the road when someone's driving, I'll miss a whole car driving by or a major part of the piece of art?

Yup. Once I totally missed my brother and his friends walking down the street when I was driving. I was going to pick them up. They had to chase me down.


I do this a lot when looking for things. The thing I can be looking for might be right in front of me, exactly where I’m looking and I just will not see it. It’s like it’s invisible. And incredibly frustrating. Not sure why it happens, but it’s definitely a thing.

- Prue


I made this gifset to illustrate a theory that I have about season 8, that Sam tried to kill himself after losing Dean in the end of season 7. It’s very very subtle, barely there, just a interpretation of a few scenes that help support this theory. 

So, Sam was driving and he hit a dog. We can see how desperate he is for the dog to be saved, because he needs to be able to save someone, since he couldn’t save Dean. My theory is that he was gonna try and kill himself when he hit the dog. Maybe he was driving over a bridge and was planning on throwing the car on the river or something like that, when he hit it. 

Then, he tells Amelia that when he lost his brother, he pretty much lost his whole world, and he ran. Perhaps he was talking about that exactly moment, wht he was about to do when he hit the dog.

And finally, the best scene of all, that (for me) cements the theory, when he tells Meg about all of this, and she questions him why did he stop when he hit the dog? why didn’t he go all the way through? And she tells him she understand.

Oh, and for me, when she says he fell in love with a unicorn, she wasn’t talking about Amelia. Let’s remember, she was inside Sam once,she knows how he feels. Sam didn’t understand what she was saying, but for me it was very clear who she was talking about, and why she understands.

So, maybe Sam didn’t try to bring Dean back this time, but he couldn’t live in a world without him either.

My Boys: Bright Future - Chapter 1

Hi Guys, after a hiatus I am finally back.

I would like to thank the amazing @jia911 for her help editing this and for the tips about the educational system in the US. Also, a much heartfelt thank you to @shepherdess-amelia for the long hours of listening to my planning and plotting.

This story is a multichapter, it’s a sequel to my Universe. I think you guys might be a little surprised at first, but I hope you all enjoy it. As you can see, it focus on Owen and Amelia’s married life, juggling their careers and raising their family, so we’ll get see a little more of their kids now. If you’re on board, let’s go!

My Boys: Bright Future – Chapter 1

“You’re an idiot.”

Amelia heard Thomas’s voice coming from the kitchen as she folded clean linens in the adjoined laundry room.

“You’re actually trying to school me on girls,” She heard Lucas replying, also from the kitchen. “Just wait and you’ll see.”

“I can’t believe you invited Kate to homecoming” Thomas nodded in disapproval.

“Not yet,” Lucas confessed proudly, opening the fridge and picking a bottle of water “I will. But today I told her it looks like she gained a few pounds over the summer. That should do the trick.”

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Homewrecker; Part 3

Summary: While helping your best friend plan her wedding, your attention is drawn more and more to her hubby to be. The choice is simple; give in to lust or be true to your friend?

Character: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 2591
Warnings: Smut, mild language, a best friend named Stephanie (OC)

A/N: Whoooop, I’m on fire! Wrote this in a day and I’m honestly proud of this part. So PLEASE, don’t be shy and tell me what you guys think! :) x

Part one is HERE and part two’s right HERE :)

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Oddly enough, my younger brother is also in a LDR with a girl who lives 7 hours away from us in Ohio. They started dating last June, and are finally about to meet today! 

It is so strange (having given him advice and support for the past 10 months as well as on the drive over here) seeing someone very dear to me in my local life go through similar hurdles and joy as Samuel and I do. The closer we got to our destination, the more he began to wipe his sweating hands on his pants and fidget and I couldn’t help but remember the first time Sam and I met and how he was exactly the same.

I’m over whiney dudes who don’t live closer to me. I’m looking for someone who’ll stop by the cafe and take my lunch break with me. They’ll randomly bring me flowers and cacti plants (cause they know I’ll forget to give them fresh water). Someone who’d rather go for a drive and talk and listen too music while drinking coffee that went stale, over talking on Kik or texting. Someone who can come too my family dinners with me and rub my leg under the table and someone who knows when too put his hand on my shoulder when I get riled up over social issues with my brother over dessert.

I dunno, I gotta stop filling voids with dudes who I wouldn’t even want too attain even if they were attainable. I know I sound like an idiot but, Jesus fuck, there has too be someone out there who I don’t get bored with after two days, a real life person, not just a notification on my phone pumping my ego with false first impressions.

anonymous asked:

What happened to your dad? When he was paralyzed?

He contracted something called guillain-barré syndrome, which is a  serious disorder that occurs when the body’s immune system mistakenly attacks the nervous system. It starts destroying all your nerves and restricts your breathing/heart rate until you are usually incredibly paralyzed or dead.

My dad was incredibly healthy and okay one day and the next day he couldn’t move and my mom was rushing him to the hospital. They believe he had a very mild case of mono and it somehow triggered this syndrome. It was really scary how incredibly fast it can happen.

Within a few weeks he was in the hospital with almost 90% of his body paralyzed. He was on a respirator….and they had to tape his eyelids open to even blink…and someone had to roll him over every few hours. 

My mom had both me and my younger brother Dakota at the time, so she was a young mom. But she was a champ and was always by his side, driving almost everyday an hour to see him. I remember having my birthday in the hospital so I could spend it with him….and he got me a kitchen where I could pretend to cook things and I was so sad because he was so sick.

Miraculously, right when he was on the brink of dying, his body suddenly started to heal again. He had been a body builder before it happened, and they say his body sustained itself so well because he had so much weight and muscle on him that he was able to survive without losing all of his body weight. Guillain-barré syndrome is extremely rare and I don’t think doctors are 100% sure of what causes it or how it is cured quite yet. It is a really scary thing.

He is completely fine now, though he lost a dimple from the paralysis. :) (Isn’t that the strangest thing to lose??). His healing was slow and he had to re-learn how to walk again (we always say he learned to walk again with my brother Dakota, who was just learning to walk too. :). But he is 100% healed now. I am so thankful for all the prayers and love people poured out on him and my mom during that time. My dad has impacted my life so much and I am so blessed that he got to be present for all of my life and I got to be present for the rest of his too. 

The signs as kinda bad things ive done

Aries - Got banned from a nightclub for setting off a fire extinguisher because i was dared to
Taurus - Had my friends kid brother drive me and my drunk friends around her neighbourhood in a golf buggy
Gemini - Had a one night stand with someone and then tried to sneak out the next morning for him to then wake up while im half way out the door
Cancer - Tried to ride a pimps scooter outside of a nightclub in Bali then accidently knocked it over
Leo - Went to a nightclub and asked everyone who spoke to me what their star sign was and then kissed someone just because we had the same sun sign
Virgo - Did shots with a colleague at work when i worked at a video store
Libra - Went to a party dressed as a gypsy and convinced everyone there that i could read palms and spent the night ‘predicting’ peoples future
Scorpio - Told my brother i was actually his mum and that we were too embarrassed to tell the neighbours then chased him around the house saying “give mummy a hug”
Sagittarius - Went to a music festival and lost all my friends so i danced by myself for hours then re-emerged covered head to toe in mud
Capricorn - Almost got arrested in Bali by corrupt police for setting off fireworks with my friend
Aquarius - My year 9 stoner phase Pisces - Got my science teachers name and a dick tattooed on myself for my year 12 scav hunt

HARRY STYLES IMAGINE: you see him after the break up

I woke up from another sleepless night; I had always never been good at sleeping alone at night but since he left I have been going on only 3 hours or so of sleep every night. I pulled myself out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a mess. Red eyes, makeup stained face from where the tears had fell, messy hair, and dirty clothes. It had been a week since I had showered or done anything really. I heard my phone go off with the all to familiar ring tone of Nialls number, this time I picked it up.
“Hello” I said with no emotion in my voice, trying to keep it from breaking apart.
“Y/N……you have to get out of bed, it’s been almost 2 weeks since the….you know what happened. Come over to my house, you need someone to help you.” Niall said in a worried voice, I could practically see the panic on his face.
“Okay niall, I’ll be over soon” I said not wanting to leave the warm bed that had been the only thing there for me but niall was like a brother to me. After 10 mins of driving I got to his house. I walked to the door and rang the door bell. Niall pulled the door open.
“Dear god..” He said under his breath before pulling me in to his arms. I hugged him, missing the warmth of another human being. I walked in and to my worst nightmare, Harry was sitting on the couch, looking as terrible as me. It toke everything in my body to not run over to him and rap my small arms around him and cry. I stopped right where I stood, not knowing if it was him or I was finally loosing it.
“Y/N…..” Harry said with his voice cracking, barely audible.
“You have to listen to me..please” he said with a tear falling from his eye; making me want to die seeing him in such pain.
“Last time I said yes to that, you ended up leaving me…” I said trying to not cry from remembering the words that I never wanted to come out of his mouth.
“It wasn’t me, I never wanted to leave you y/n! I wanted to love you till my last breath was taken. I wanted to wake up every since morning with you in my arms. I wanted to have kids with you and grow old together! But management made me leave you. They said it was bad for the band…..Y/n I had no choice…….I was going to get down on one knee that night and ask you the question I have been wanting to ask you every since I laded my eyes on you 3 years ago at my concert….” Harry said in tears with a box in his hand. I started to cry because I wanted that all too. I wanted him.
“But I am not leaving this house without you y/n. I don’t care what management says, I am going to be with you. I am going to marry you. They can kick me out of the band I don’t care! I need you…” Harry said with his voice starting to crack. I ran up to him and felt the arms of the man I love finally around me again. In the arms of where I was meant to be. In the arms I called home.