but making this (and the kiss one before) has made me realize even more how little they gave us

Young Love

Originally posted by beepsrichie

Anonymous Requested: Could you do an imagine for Eddie where he has been in love with the reader since they were in preschool and one day he just straight up kisses her because he can’t take it anymore? Thank you!!!

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Warnings: none.


Eddie hated germs, he always has. But especially when he was only a small child, learning the way the world works and all he had was his mother’s guidance. Who only ever taught him that everything was dirty and that in order to stay completely healthy, he must take medicine. It’s just the way it was and being only young, Eddie didn’t know any better; so Eddie never shared.

In preschool you’re taught that sharing is caring, but Eddie didn’t care. In his mind, sharing passed diseases and unknown germs that could or would hurt him. So, because of this, Eddie spent everyday in preschool sitting by himself at one of the huge round colourful tables because kids didn’t like someone who wouldn’t share. That was, until you came. You were a new student, and had just moved to the small town of Derry a week ago. Your parents thought it would be best, and that the friends you made would last much longer than any you’d make in the big city.

Every table was full, so Ms. put you next to him. It seemed that you were just as quiet as Eddie, but yours probably stemmed from nerves more than anything else.

While the entire classroom was filled with young children chatting and the echo of amusement, your table was silent; just Eddie and yourself. Ms. gave everyone a blank sheet of paper and told the class to draw whatever they’d like; today was express yourself day. Those were Eddie’s favourites.

His mother had bought him his own large pack of crayons so that he could avoid sharing of any kind; and Eddie pulled it out with pride. Setting the box on the table, he slid open the tab and picked his favourite colour; red. Eddie paid no mind to his new table partner, you in the far back of his mind and instead focused solely on his work of art before him. Eddie didn’t notice the way you stared at your blank piece of paper with thought or the way your hands seemed to hang by your side, unsure of what to do with yourself.

In fact, Eddie almost forgot you were set beside him.

It wasn’t until your soft and meek voice called out; “can I borrow a crayon?”

The question astonished Eddie, not once had anyone asked him that. Not since he, quite rudely, denied another student at the beginning of the year. Eddie was going to just say no, without even glancing your way but then something seemed to almost pull him; pull his head to glance at you and he did.

Your eyes shined with the curiousity but fear of a new student; one that held mischief but hesitancy because you were unsure of the world. Your bottom lip jutted out in fear and regret, and your hands nervously gripped each other. Eddie realized you must be nervous, not only because it was your first day at a new school but because Eddie knew he wasn’t the most approachable kid in that class and yet you got seated next to him.

“My parents haven’t had the time…” You mumbled, your voice high that a young girl should have and your words slurred. “I really wanna hand this in…”

You may only be in preschool but handing in an assignment late never impressed anyone.

And with your watery eyes, pouty lip and soft voice, all advice his mother had ever given him seemed to disappear from his mind. Eddie forgot all about the idea of germs and what disease he could have he used the same crayon that your fingers had touched. He forgot all that and instead said; “sure.”

A smile almost immediately spread on your lips and your hands eagerly reached forward for a purple crayon. Eddie felt his own smile grow, happy that he was able to please another and not just himself. It was that day that Eddie learned there was more to life than just making yourself happy, and he could tell he’d done the right thing as he watched your face erupt with pure bliss.

Eddie then made the decision to scootch on closer to you, and lean over your shoulder to view what you were drawing. “I’m drawing me and my new friend.” You smiled, glancing at him before pointing to one of the stick person she’d begun drawing; “that’s you.” Her chubby little finger slid over to the finished stick person; “and that’s me. And this is the purple crayon.”

Eddie felt warmth spread through within him; he’d made a friend.


“I remember hearing that you didn’t like sharing.” You laughed, smiling teasingly over at Eddie who sat before you with a faux frown. “‘Germs’ and all.”

“Listen, do you know how many disease you can get from just simply shaking someone’s hand?” Eddie defended and you let out another loud laugh. Shaking your head, you patted Eddie softly on the shoulder; “no, no, don’t worry.” You exclaimed, holding your hands by your side in mock surrender. “I totally understand.”

“Hmm-Mmm, hey when you get a serious cold or something don’t come crying to me.” Eddie clarified, folding his hands before you. You bumped his shoulder lightly with your own, smiling over at his as he reluctantly smiled himself, before you both let out a quiet laugh. After a moment of silence, you paused, furrowing your brows in thought. “Hey, if you hated sharing so much, why’d you share with me that day?”

Eddie paused, his body growing still in panic. You looked over at him curiously waiting for his response patiently. Eddie glanced over at you, his eyes scanning your features that he loved oh-so much. It’d been your eyes, lips and voice that had swooned him but your personality only made him fall in love with you further. He may have not known it at the time, but Eddie slowly had fallen in love with you since meeting you that fateful day.

Eddie though, didn’t have words to describe why he’d shared his crayon with you that day. It may seem silly but to him it was so much more, and words couldn’t express the thoughts that had run through his five year old mind. Words he didn’t understand at the time but made so much sense now. The truth was, he didn’t know how to answer your question; there were no words to express the amount of love he held for you.

So instead, he placed his hand before him, to keep him steady and leaned forward abruptly; pressing his lips against your own. You froze upon contact, expecting nothing of the such but the second you registered what exactly was happening, you didn’t hesitate to respond. You leaned forward, but just as quickly as it’d begun it stopped and Eddie pulled away. You flushed; panting slightly as Eddie grew red in embarrassment.

“Uh-”

“Sorry- sorry!” Eddie quickly apologized; “it’s just- I didn’t know how to answer your question and if i’m being honest, i’ve been completely in love with you since that day.”

Your heart swelled; “you’ve been…?”

“Yeah…”

Another moment silence passed and you leaned forward yourself, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. “So have I.”

Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can.

“And last but far from least-” you let a small sigh, looking at the door in case someone was coming “Mr Fury asked to see you.”

“Fury? As in Nick Fury?” Dean raised and eyebrow, his interest peaking.

“Exactly. It either has to do with the damage you and Mr Stark caused on your small trip around town or-”

Dean chuckled, leaning back in his chair “Come on (Y/n), we were drunk!”

“That does not justify it. On the contrary, it was reckless to go take his suits while being drunk.” you said with a pointed look and his smile turned into a softer one.

“You know-” he leaned forward so that he was closer to you “I love it when you care so much about me.”

“Mr Winchester.” you scolded softly, not meeting his eyes but still unable to hide a small smile from your face.

“I thought that by now we had agreed on that, sweetheart. It’s Dean.” he said, sounding a little disappointed.

“You know that can’t happen, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled, starting to place all of his files in place. Anything to keep you occupied from looking him in the eyes “I’m your assistant.”

“Well then we can arrange that. I could always fire you.” he gave you a cheeky grin as with wide eyes your head snapped to him.

“What?” you stood there frozen for a second until he started laughing at your expression.

“Just kidding. There’s no way on Earth I would fire my most trusted worker.” he shook his head “Besides, this enterprises would crumble down without you here to be honest.”

“Glad you appreciate my job then, Mr Winchester.” you chuckled with a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at your boss.

He rolled his eyes for a moment “That’s just not going to go away easily, is it?” he huffed, almost disappointed and you bit the inside of your cheek; still not looking at him.

“Wish it could.” you mumbled and saw him from the corner of your eye get up and walk towards you.

“You know it can-” you almost jumped at how close he had gotten without you realizing it, his breath only fanning over your cheek and his hand on your back “It’s all up to you.”

“Mr Winchester please-” you glanced at the door nervously “Someone might walk in. I just- I don’t want them to think I am taking advantage of-”

“Of who? Me? Sweetheart by all means, do so.” he gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t stop a chuckle at his words, shaking your head.

“No. Of the time I spend with you. I- I worked hard to get this position.”

“I know, I saw it for myself.” he frowned slightly “That’s why you got the promotion.”

“Yeah, well if they see us like this they’re not going to think exactly that Mr Winchester. I don’t want people to assume I am here because I am sleeping with my boss.” you placed a hand on his chest, regretting it but still pushing him away. You couldn’t even dare look him in the eyes, you couldn’t take the heartbroken look on his face.

“But they don’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.” he suggested after a long pause and you frowned.

“What?”

“I mean if that’s what you’re most scared of- we don’t really have to tell everyone. Let them find out on our wedding day.” he added with a wink and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Mr Winchester-” you started with a small whine but you knew you didn’t have an excuse good enough. Honestly you were mostly trying to convince yourself that you couldn’t be with him than him in the first place. Besides, it was your own feelings you had been battling with mostly these days than your boss’s advances and flirty remarks.

“Come on, just give me a chance. You’ll see I’m not that bad!” he threw his arms in the air and you bit your lip.

“Mr-” you stopped yourself “Dean, I know you’re not.” you confessed looking him in the eyes “And I know that if the circumstances were different- I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. Especially after such a surprise.” you added with a chuckle and he grinned.

“You like them?” he remembered the flowers he had sent to your apartment. One of his many attempts in getting you “Took my brother’s advice in it.”

“The flowers were amazing, really.” you admitted “But I was mostly referring to the sweets, especially the pie.”

“Well, that one was my idea actually.” he confessed, full of pride and you giggled.

“Oh I bet!” you shook your head with a laugh.

“Say-” he spoke up, a hand again being placed on your back “How about I take you out… for pie and burgers and we can make a fresh start?”

“Dean” you sighed “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“Hell to no.” he confessed.

“May I ask you- why are you so interested in me? Up until a few months ago I was just one of the secretaries until I became your personal assistant. But still- nothing more.” you dared look him in the eyes, only to see confusion written all over his face.

“I think we’ve made it clear that you got this position because you are the only one that actually puts effort into their work. Plus, you’re the only one that knows me so well and doesn’t dress up on purpose to show off and turn me on.” he shrugged, before pressing you close to him “That happens either way.” he added and you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.

“I’m only wearing a white blouse and pencil shirt.” you mumbled.

“As I said- too fucking hot.” he growled almost in your ear and for the first time you let him kiss your cheek without you pushing him away.

“Dean” the way his name left your lips was definitely something you weren’t planning on.

Dean grinned widely “See? Already getting there-” he licked his lips “Do you really want to know why I am so interested in you?” he said in a low rough voice “Because you’re special. Because every morning you have walked in my office, hair a mess, no make up on and clothes a little a little wrinkled with a few buttons undone-” he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body “I can only think of how gorgeous you look, and how I’d love to see this sight every fucking morning. Especially after an intense night of-” he paused grinning up at you, only to see a hint of red on your cheeks.

“Gosh I would so love that.” he breathed out huskily, his breath tingling your lips as his face stood only a few inches away from yours.

“I’m- I’m not that-”

“I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I am just going to grab you and prove you wrong right here and now in any way you can imagine.” he said with a slight growl and you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shiver when his hands started traveling. You couldn’t deny you liked it a little too much.

“Do you even know the things you do to me when you lean over my desk?” he whispered, resting his forehead on the side of your head; his lips brushing past your ear “With those tight, black skirts. I’ve had such a fucking hard time concentrating during meetings just because of you. You don’t even have to touch me, hell not even say something and I know I am a goner. I can’t think straight when you are in the same room. And gosh, you’re not even doing it on purpose. You’re so clueless.” he grinned “So adorably clueless.”

“Mr Winchester” you whispered, fisting his suit jacket in your hand.

“And the way you say that- I hated it so much at first, it felt like you put a wall between us. I still do but at the same time-it sounds so innocent, so unintentional that you can’t realize how cute and hot it sounds at the same time.” he chuckled and you bit your lip.

“And as if all of that is not enough you- you are such an amazing woman. You actually listen to me when I need it, you try to understand me and you- you love rock too. You listen to me ramble about my car when my own brother always tries to make me shut up when I do. You actually know so much about me, every side of me, that no other woman I’ve been with has ever known. And that’s only because you are the one interested.”

“I can’t help it you know.” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“I know. Trust me baby, I know.” he breathed out, cupping your face and before you had the time to react he crashed his lips to yours.

Baseball (M)

(I can’t get over baseball Jungkook so I had to write something)

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

╳ Genre: smut | One shot

╳ Summary: You hated being dragged to baseball games because your best friends boyfriend was on the team. But maybe this time wasn’t going to be so bad.


“You know I hate baseball” You said, your arm being dragged as your friend pulled you across your lawn.

“Yes, and basically any sport” Your friend Rylee said, unlocking her car door. “But today is his big game and I really want you to come along!”

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Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

Part 1 | Part 2 (FINAL)

Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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Imagine being mute and Daryl saving you from Shane's advances

WARNING : MENTIONS OF ASSAULT/ NEAR RAPE EXPERIENCE

(Wooo Daryl :3 and shame on you Shane -_- lol sorry I made Shane an ass but that’s the request XD so hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

From the start of the outbreak, you found yourself being part of a group that had bonded over while stuck in the traffic.

Despite having difficulty communicating with them, as you were born mute, they had welcomed you and had found different ways to talk to you.

Over the time, you had grown close to Daryl, as he would often offer you help with whatever it is that you needed and just felt like he oddly got along with you a lot.

When he first met you, he was clueless about you being mute and simply thought you were quiet and someone who liked to keep to yourself.

He didn’t want to bother you with what might be some rude questions, so he just kept it to himself until one night by the campfire, he finally figured it out.

He notice how he had made you laugh but as no sound would come out, he forgot himself and asked you honestly, only to get an answer from the others around.

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Since, he felt even more attached to you and would do all sorts of thing to keep you safe. He had even taken the habit of learning sign language from you just to be able to understand you even more.

Although, he would be confused and just straight up be clumsy, it all made you smile to see his efforts and just as him you felt like you wanted to be closer to him.

You had even taught him something you had never had the habit to do for anyone else but your older brother, the sign you had both made up for “I trust you”.

You put your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat and with your finger simply crossed an x on him and tapped three times for each of the words.

After explaining to him in your way how special it was, he caught onto it’s meaning and teared up with a big smile.

“You’re silly…Trusting me? You really feel that way?”

You let out a smile and nodded at him. Putting your hand to his, you did it one more time, making him grab your wrist to truly understand the meaning.

He pulled your hand away and reached over to do the same.

It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable whatsoever and neither did it him as to you both, it was the meaning behind the gesture that mattered.

“And I trust you as well…Y/N…”

He looked into your eyes after it and suddenly realized how he had been holding your other hand and got embarrassed about it.

You noticed how he changed and simply shook your head at him. It made him ruffle your hair jokingly and say, “Don’t shake your head at me…You get embarrassed too sometimes…I see you…”

As your smile came back, he laughed along with you and you both stayed by the fire for a little while before heading to your tents.

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As you sat there, smiling, someone else has had his eyes on you for a while. From his tent, Shane had witness everything and seemed to be particularly interested into seeing you being so casual about a man putting his hand to your chest.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t sexual, he only saw it as an opportunity that he himself could have.

After Rick has introduced himself to all of you, Lori had dumped and pushed him away from her life and it just devastated him. He needed someone for a while and seeing you so comfortable around a man, gave him ideas.

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With what had happened at the CDC and to most of your cars, you all traveled along the road to find a better place to keep you safe for the moment.

The weather was hot and the sun was starting to set, making Daryl move out to go get something to eat.

He quietly parted away from all of you and although you would want to follow him, he signaled you that he’d be back soon enough.

You nodded and with that, you were left with the others to help set up the camp. Suddenly, you felt Lori tapping your shoulder and as you turned to her, she kindly signaled you to help find some mushroom for the late dinner.

She explained herself that she had to stay by Carl’s side for the while as he had gotten sick. You nodded, understanding her reason and took the bucket she handed.

~~~~

You walked further away from the camp and carefully searched for whatever was edible, really.

You touched the ground to feel whatever you could in the grass and eventually got on your hands and knees to pick up the goods you found.

Without noticing, you strayed further from the camp, wanting to completely fill up your bucket. You heard some rusting and crackling of leaves here and there but simply didn’t put too much thought into it.

At some point, the noise grew closer and made you turn your head to check around. Nothing. You kept searching for a moment and heard it all again. You felt like leaving but as you turned around, Shane appeared in front of you.

It made you jumped but only served to make him chuckle. Taking a few deep breaths, you managed to “ask” him, as to what he is doing here.

He simply shrugged and titled his head to the side as it still made him laugh to see you. You were wearing shorts, your shirt inside your flannel was tight enough to give him an idea of your body and the fact that you were mute, made it perfect for what he had thought of doing to you.

Far away, from any prying eye, he knew he could finally make you his and probably even hurt Lori while at it.

With you signalling him your question, he decided to not understand anymore and just hinted at you as to what will come to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…I don’t get what you mean…”

He got closer as he said those words and made you back away from him. You knew something was off and strange about him and couldn’t let yourself down.

You responded in a more aggressive way and completely forgot about the bucket, as you let it drop to the ground, in order to use both your hands.

He kept walking towards you and claiming that he really didn’t understand your meaning. You shook your head at him and kept trying to push him away with your “words”, only to suddenly feel yourself being grabbed by the arms.

He hold you closely to him and you knew of his intentions. You panicked and tried to fight him off but it came to no use as he pinned you down to the ground.

He gripped your wrists to have more control over you and with a cocky smile, he said “Don’t fight it…I saw you with Daryl the other night…You like being touched by men, don’t you…”

He proceeded to slide his hand down your chest and instantly you tried to get him away from you.

You moved your arms as much as you could but nothing would seem to make him stop. Quite the opposite, he took it as a sign of to start kissing your neck thinking that it’ll calm you down.

You hated each instant of it and tried to butt your head against his but swiftly he’d move to the other side of your neck. His grip on you tighten when you would try to kick him off and and his lips would only suck on you harder.

You wanted to scream out but nothing but your faint strangled groan would come out. You heard him chuckle and he just had to taunt you.

“Poor you, Y/N…No one can hear you here…You’re stuck here with me…And after this…you’ll just want to be mine…”

He kept at it and you slowly felt yourself growing tired from the fight you put out and your grunts only made you breathless.

You felt his finger slide to your pants and into your panties, you were losing hope and thought of how much of a mistake you made, going so far off the tracks.

You thought as to what the others might say and think and knew he had you in the palm of his hand. With Rick being his friend and how close the others were, you didn’t think anyone would believe your side of the story and that made you tear up.

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You thought it over and over and tried to forget as to what was happening. Closing your eyes, you denied it until suddenly you heard some leaves rustling again and a familiar and angry voice behind Shane.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

In that instant, you felt Shane being lifted up and saw him being pushed to the ground.

It was Daryl and you couldn’t be any happier to see him. Daryl had straddled Shane and with no hesitation he started to punch him.

He didn’t had to witness all of it to know in his heart you wouldn’t have ever agreed to this. It angered him to see you being taken advantage that way and he couldn’t believe it would’ve been someone in the group.

He started to yell at him in anger and didn’t even wait for any explanation to keep going. Blood spewed out onto him but it didn’t matter to him.

He wanted to protect you and make sure that this kind of behavior never ever happens again.

“You think you can just take advantage of her like that? What the fuck is wrong with you!Don’t! You! Ever! Fucking! Touch! Her! Again! You fucking piece of shit! Do you understand!”

He yelled and kept striking him, making sure his message was understood. He didn’t feel his cuts stinging him so much he cared more to make you feel safe.

You closed your flannel to cover yourself and backed away from him. You didn’t want to stop him at all and just let Daryl take care of it.

Relief, was the only thing you felt to see him and couldn’t had hope for better.

Finally, after Shane had passed out from all of the pain, Daryl stopped. He took some deep breaths and tried to wipe the blood away from his face, only to actually smear it all over with his hand.

He looked for you with his eyes and just felt the need to go comfort you in that moment. He knew what it felt to be that scared, to think that you’re alone in the world and no one could hear you.

He got up and opened his arms as he slowly made his way to you.

“Y/N…you’re alright? Are you okay?”

You could hear and see the concern he had for you and it just made you weak. You couldn’t deny that you weren’t alright and just shook your head.

He finally got close enough to pull you in a tight embrace and you held onto his neck and shoulders.

You felt him stroke your hair and he reassured you that it’ll be okay.

“It’s alright…I’m here…Nothing’s gonna happen again…I promise…Okay…I promise…”

He pulled away to check for any injury to you and as he did, you felt your heart skip a beat and finally smiled at him.

It slightly unnerved him to see you that way and just asked you, “Why are you smiling…”

You wiped your tear away and shaking your head, you got shy from his question. You put your hand to his chest and slowly crossed on his heart before pointing onto him three times.

He understood your meaning and instantly teared up and smiled. He put his hand over yours and made it lay flat onto his chest making you fell his heart before nodding at you that he understands you.

He picked you up on your feet and just walked you back to camp, saying “Then you’ll have to trust me that from now on…I’m always going to take care of you…no more of this…”

If I Had A Star (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 9,636 (YIKES)

Warnings: swears, little nsfw

Authors Note: I KNOW ITS LONG BUT I PROMISE YOU ITLL BE WELL WORTH IT. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT!!! IM YELLING IM SO HAPPY I FINISHED THIS!!!! 

Summary: a series of short stories to your forever. 

(each bolded word starts a new short story, the horizontal lines also divide each story.)

Dedicated to:

@hamilton-noodles Jo is a blessing to this earth. THE MOST eloquent person I have ever come across. I personally give this story to her, and all the stars in the sky. I want to publicly thank her for being one of the best people I have ever met (PERIOD) I love her so much and she is my bestest of the best friends. 

@adolescenthowell RACHAEL was my first friend on this blog and I want to thank her for reading my shit, facetiming me when I need motivation to write, and most importantly sticking by me. She is so talented and I love her. 

@fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines Sophie is the kindest human being alive. I want to give her all my thanks for proof reading for me. She is an amazing human being and so so out of this world talented. Love ya girl!

@whatdimissmotherfuckers Ruby for being such an adorable little bean. She’s the most giving yet still sassy person ever and I admire her self confidence. I hope you keep doing you babe. Her art and writing is the BESTEST. AND I ALSO LOVE HER DEARLY.

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If life had worked out perfectly; you would have never met him. You took the wrong train going downtown. Stupid, you knew, but being a first time New Yorker was hard. You wandered the streets aimlessly until you found a subway station late at night, hoping and praying you’d be able to find your way back home, your phone having died hours ago. You sat on a bench tapping your foot anxiously waiting for your train going up when a subway car rattled its way to your station. You were passing the doors when you saw a man runselfning down the length of the aisles in the subway car, singing loudly with a pair of headphones on. He didn’t notice you immediately, but when his eyes finally fell on you he practically tore off his headphones and stopped dead in his tracks. You gave him an awkward smile before he blushed red and returned one.

“Can you help me with directions?”

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Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jensen, who is older than you, and your father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, walking in on the two of you doing it.

“Jens” you planned to say in a warning way but it only came out as a moan when the older man sucked on your neck “Jensen please.” you whined a little and you felt him grin as he bit down on your neck, making you throw your head back to actually give him more access.

“I’m right onto it, sweetheart.” he said with a small growl when you shifted, the fact that your legs were wrapped around his waist and your hips pressed flush to his already, didn’t help at all.

“N-no” it certainly was as weak as it could be with his arms and lips all over you “I don’t mean that Winchester.” you said with a small groan and he sighed heavily.

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Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly snuck up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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Give and Take [M] (ft. Taehyung) | 01 prologue

Originally posted by donewithjeon

→ friendswithbenefits!au with a twist (edging, oral, overstimulation, uh some really dirty shit, and oh yeah, Taehyung teaching you sex)
→ 12.6k (oneshot) 
→ part 1 | part 2 coming soon!

A/N: sorry im such a sinner omg but thank you so much for 1k followers + 1k notes on You Who! This is a surprise upload :) Enjoyyyyyyyyy


Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit. 

And repeat. 

Taehyung,–fuck–please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard. 

He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?” 

You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.” 

“Good. I thought so.” 

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Rated (M) for mature.


Seokjin 

➸ You were already on thin ice with Jin since the night began. With not only wearing the dress he kindly asked you not to wear - due to the generous amount of skin it showed - but also because you were being nothing but a tease. Not wanting to be at the dinner in the first place, being a brat was the only way you were certain he would drag you home to teach you a lesson. Which is what you’ve been aiming for all week.

The first step to your plan was the dress. The next being that you openly flirt with a couple of the boys, or even just some guys that would try to start a conversation with you and then deny it when Jin confronts you. You knew what you were doing, he knew that you knew, and that only pissed him off a lot more. Which is exactly what you wanted.

Now, came the final step that you were positive was going to be the last straw to break his composure. And, boy, were you more than right about that. When seated at your assigned table, Jin didn’t hesitate to grip your forearm and pull you in roughly - making sure that you were the only one to hear him.

“You’ve been defiant all night, princess. I’m asking you nicely to fucking behave yourself. Do not embarrass me, do you understand?” His voice sounded so strained, that it practically made you shiver with excitement. Your plan was working beautifully.

Without a response, you lean in closer than physically possibly. Confused as to what you were up to now, Jin nearly rammed his knee against the table in shock before almost choking on air. Were you seriously biting his ear? Right now? And why wasn’t he pushing you away? Why was he enjoying it? Question after question flowed through his brain at lightning speed - your sudden action of affection catching him off guard to the point he almost forgot where he was and nearly let out a small moan.

Quickly coughing to cover it up, he gently grips your chin - smiling just to throw off anybody who might be watching the two of you. But, his eyes were definitely a dead giveaway, no longer their sweet brown; more like a pitch black. Returning the sweet smile right back at him only seemed to add fuel to the fire that was now building up in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh, just wait until I get you behind closed doors,” he says through clenched teeth. “You wanted my attention - now you’ve got it.”

Yoongi

➸ It was currently 11:58 PM, and your forever hardworking boyfriend still hasn’t touched his side of the bed. This would be the second week in a row that you’ve been sleeping alone - and each time you not only grew lonely, but sexually frustrated. The lack of affection from him was driving you up the wall, you’re more snippier than usual, and even though you hate to admit it - you just can’t get off without him anymore. The light that rarely ever turned off from across the hall only made your blood boil even more - he was blowing up the electricity bill with this nonsense.

Of course, you knew how important his career was to him, always being his number one supporter no matter what. But, it would be nice if he would reciprocate and show you that you mattered, too. Just a simple ‘I love you,’ or even a peck on the cheek would be reassuring enough to let you know you’re not invisible in his world. Or even simply just coming to bed! 

You aggressively ripped the covers off your body, nearly slipping when your sock covered feet came in contact with the hardwood floor. Huffing as soon as you regained balance, you marched your way to his home studio, mentally hyping yourself up that you will get Min Yoongi to pay attention you - and take his ass to bed.

Once you walked in, without knocking, his writing only stops for a split second before it regains motion again. “What you doing up?”

He didn’t even bother to look up.

Fighting the urge to scoff, you cross your arms. “I should be the one asking you that. You’ve been at this since you got home, baby, it’s time to shut it down for tonight.”

It was like you didn’t even speak at all, his eyes still trained on the notebook in front of him. “Mmhm.”

You nearly strangled him right then and there. For someone who enjoys sleeping all the damn time, one would think he wouldn’t be such a night owl. Come to think of it, that’s probably why he does sleep quite often - his reacquiring late night sessions with his music was messing up his sleep pattern.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head, making a Cheshire-like grin spread across your face. If you have been denied sweet release for so long, so has he. Yoongi was just as sexually frustrated - his lack of sleep only fogging over that part of his brain - but all it took to bring it back was the right touch. 

And you knew just how to do it. 

Sauntering your way over to the desk chair, you grabbed it by the back and swung it to face your direction. With pen still in hand, but no longer connected to the notebook, he stares at the space where his desk used to be - confused as to where it had gone.

Finally looking up and realizing you had turned him around, before he could even voice his annoyance of you getting in the way of his work, the mere sight of you starting to straddle his hips was enough to shut him up. Maybe it was the pent up frustration from the lack of sexual contact - but Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time you felt so good sitting on top of him. Now looking up at you with hooded eyes, his pen falls from his finger tips as his hands find their way around the curve of your ass. It wasn’t until you leaned downward to press hot kisses against his neck did you finally regain all of Yoongi’s attention. From the sound of him already groaning in response, you knew he needed this just as much as you did.

“Fuck, jagi…what do you need - tell daddy what you need.” He heavily panted, hips bucking desperately to create some sort of friction, grip on your backside tighten with every suck you gave his neck. “You have m-my attention…”

Namjoon

➸ Your recent argument spiraled into something much more complicated than the actual topic itself. In your eyes, Namjoon was smothering you. You had brought up that he never trusts you enough to hang out late with your friends, or even so much as have a normal conversation with a guy. Apparently, that didn’t sit right in his stomach. 

“You’re being over-dramatic, Joonie, all I want is space! That’s all!” 

“So, I try to protect what’s mine from guys who are trying to steal you from me, and now I’m suddenly a dictator?” He seethes, pacing back and forth while you watched from your spot on the couch. “Honestly, Y/n, I have a feeling this isn’t about me.” 

“Oh? Then what is this about? Enlighten me, with your high IQ.” 

“You like the attention. Every time we go out with your so called ‘guy-friends’ you make sure I get pissed off! You like getting a reaction out of me.” 

“You’re insane.” You shake your head, standing up from the couch. “There’s no way you’re that full of yourself, that you actually think my life revolves around making you jealous.” 

Namjoon shrugs his shoulders in such a condescending way, all you could do was scoff. 

“Whatever, be that way. I’m going out, or do you wanna tag along and make sure I don’t try any funny business with the bartender - like I supposedly did the last time.” You grabbed your keys from the coffee table, hurrying to put on your shoes. That argument ran longer than you expected, so now you were late. 

Now it being his turn to shake his head, he plops his tall frame onto the couch, resting his hands behind his head. “Nope. Have fun.” 

Halting for a split second, you turned your head in his direction with a raised eyebrow. Namjoon did nothing but take out his phone, his focus on the small screen rather than your retreating form heading for the door. 

“You’re being for real?” 

This time he didn’t even respond with words, just a low grunt. Rolling your eyes at his sudden immature behavior, you decided to take advantage of this little ounce of freedom you had tonight - having a feeling by the time you got back, it would be right back to the over-protective Namjoon. 

But, little did you know - you would be mistaken.

Three weeks have passed since your little argument, and you were starting to catch on to a pattern about now. Every time you would tell him you were going out, or you would be home late, all he did was grunt. Grunt, grunt, grunt. The only time you would get a worded response was when he came home from practice, and told you he was going to bed. 

It was starting to drive you nuts, the fact that he’s now putting little to no effort in knowing what you did anymore - like he didn’t even give a shit if you ever came back or turned up dead. Not to mention, if we were being honest, you two haven’t fooled around in those three weeks. Since you’d be coming home late, he would either be in the bed already or passed out on the couch. Usually he would be wide awake, waiting for you, and sometimes it ending in the both of you having lazy sex before bed. 

But, ever since that argument - you’ve gotten nada. And it’s made you bitchy beyond belief. Him ignoring you was definitely icing on the bitter cake. By now, you had figured it out. He was doing this on purpose. 

“Are you fucking serious with this, Namjoon? You’re being so childish for no reason, all I want is for you to trust me - I hate that this was the only way for me to get freedom, but now I’m over it.” Not even a grunt this time; your blood pressure was definitely going through it at the moment. “Kim Namjoon - I know you hear me talking to you!” 

Marching up straight to him, you didn’t hesitate to grab his phone out of his hand, catching him completely off guard - but didn’t mean he was going to give you the satisfaction of letting you know that. But, you did happen to catch the faint smirk that was slowly creeping onto his face. He was enjoying this. 

“You think this is funny? What point are you exactly trying to prove here, huh?” Namjoon leans backward with his hands behind his head, the smirk no longer hidden as he stared up at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

“Tch, someone’s a little on edge. Feeling a bit frustrated? Angry? Am I giving you enough space - wouldn’t want to be smothering you, baby.” 

“So, you are still heated about what I said.” He loftily shrugs. Sighing, you place his phone on the coffee table before straddling his waist. Having to bite his lip to keep from groaning at the position, Namjoon tries to look anywhere else but at you. “Joonie, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. And to be honest…It was more fun to go out, and have you be jealous all the time. It was sort of a fucked up way of showing me that you cared - at least the nights you didn’t come, you would at least wait up for me. But, now you don’t do anything, and that scares me. I feel like I made you stop caring…”  

Subtly, you slowly start to grind - making the poor boy’s eyes start to pop out of his head as he still fought not to look at you. “I’ll admit…sometimes I get touchy with my guy friends to get a reaction out of you - but I can’t help it. You just look so sexy when you’re mad, Joonie~” 

He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped when you started to grind a little harder, his hands subconsciously gripping your waist tightly which he grit his teeth to keep from making anymore sounds. Now it being your turn to smirk, you lean in closer to where he could feel your breathing fan over the side of his face, mouth now slightly agape as you blew cold air into ear. Mentally cursing himself for wearing sweatpants, it was very obvious that he was enjoying what you were doing - him too missing these late night sessions. He only did all this to prove a point, sure he was correct all along in the end, but now he no longer gave a shit. 

As soon as your tongue connected with his hot skin, then followed by your lips to finally your teeth - Namjoon needed you now more than ever. 

“I do like the attention, I do~ Please pay attention to me again, Joonie. I won’t go out as much anymore, I’ll stop making you jealous on purpose, just please - I need you.” You had his attention, alright. 

And then some ;)

Hoseok

➸  It’s not like he was doing it just to spite you, it was his job. It’s not his fault that he’s busy, out there doing what he loved, while thousands of fans cheered him on. But, that didn’t mean he had to completely shut you out.

Unintentionally speaking, you knew how extra your boyfriend could get when he performed  - it was just how he was. Hoseok was a perfectionist when it came to choreography, it was another language he spoke, his passion.

 Anytime something would pop into his head for a new dance move to try, just like Suga, away went the rest of the world. It didn’t matter if it was Tinashe herself, Hobi wouldn’t notice - he was in the zone. And, man, was it hard to get him out of there. You would know. 

You were currently trying now. 

After returning home from a long day of your activities, all you were looking for was just a little cuddle time with your favorite ray of sunshine. The thought of him waiting for you with open arms was enough to bring you out of your funk just a little bit…until you heard the music blasting from upstairs. And that only meant one thing: Hobi’s in the zone.

 But, not this time, you thought. Tonight you were going to get his attention back no matter what. He would be leaving soon for their world tour, and dammit if you didn’t get at least one night of some loving before he left, you swore you would be salty the whole entire time he was gone. Or until you ate some food - whatever comes first. Shedding out of your day clothes and into a loose tank with some spandex shorts, you decided that, today, you were in the mood for a little dance lesson. 

The beat of the music shook your insides more, the closer you got to the dance studio next to your shared bedroom. Not even bothering to knock, there in his sweaty glory was none other than the dance junky himself - Jung Hoseok. Grinning slyly at how smooth and precise his movement was, you couldn’t help but to stop and take a minute to admire his technique. He and Jimin don’t play when it came to dancing, that’s for sure. His dancer hips was a personal favorite of yours. Even with all the mirrors that surrounded the room, Hobi still didn’t notice you walk in - his eyes literally trained on every step, every hip thrust, every facial expression that he made to burn it into his mind, until it felt natural.  If it wasn’t for you turning off the lights, nearly bursting out laughing when he screamed, he probably never would have noticed. 

“Y/n? Is that you?” He whimpered. 

Turning the lights back on, you could no longer hold in the cackles when you saw the look on his face. Even though you didn’t do it often, for his sake, you loved scaring him when you had the chance. He was the king of facial expressions, making it 10x more fun. 

“Yah! Stop laughing!” He pouts, rushing over to pause his music. “When did you get home, I didn’t even-”

“Hear me come in? Yeah, I know. Not too long ago, just wanted to come up and join in the fun.” You watched as his eyes scanned your attire, before a playful scoff is his only reply. “What?”

“Jagi, you can’t dance.”

“I can hold a beat!” You defend. “Besides, even if I can’t, I still got the world’s best dance teacher in the world. Not to mention the best boyfriend, who would love to teach the best girlfriend a few moves~”  

You bat your eyelashes as your tread closer to where he stood. Hoseok, not being able to resist when you acted like this, sighs before nodding his head. 

Leaning closer to pinch your cheeks, he restarts the music and rushes to stand behind you. “Alright, first you set your feet like this. Good, now, just simply swing your hips from side to side.” Doing as you were instructed, you weren’t expecting him to straight up start giggling in your ear. “N-Not like that - oh god…” 

“What?” You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “What am I doing wrong, we haven’t even started yet!” 

“Exactly, you’re just that bad.” He continues to giggle. 

Pursing your lips at him through the mirror, the ghost of your grin from earlier made an appearance, as now was a more perfect time than any - finally being close enough to get what you’ve been wanting for the longest. Swiftly turning on your heel before he had time to catch his breath, you snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer than physically possible. If words could describe the look on his face - priceless.

“Jagi? W-What are you doing?” 

Using one finger to trace the back of his neck, you could practically feel him shiver at your touch. “You’ve been ignoring me for far too long, Hobi. I understand that this is important to you, I do. But, am I not important anymore?” 

He gulps, hands still upon your hips, the sensual beat of the music still playing in the background. Shaking his head slowly, eyes fluttering as you continued to tickle the back of his, Hoseok licks his lips once he found the right words. 

“Of course you are, I-I just..I’ve been busy lately, that’s all. You know how this tour is gonna be big for us, and I’ve just been-I’ve b-been-ah~” 

Not expecting you to just lean in while he was talking, and practically nip at his throat, Hoseok tightens his grip on your hips as small gasps fell from his lips. The faint taste of salt hits your tongue as it decides to join in the assault, marking him deeply to get your point across. 

Pulling away with a small pop, you marveled in the fact the he practically whined at the loss of contact. “I just wanted to give you a sneak preview of what you’ll miss out on when you leave. I could give you the full show, buuut…you seem busy~”

Before you could even think about pulling away, Hoseok didn’t even loosen his grip upon your hips, only tugging you even closer - until you could blatantly feel what you’ve just done to him. 

“Never too busy for you, princess. You officially have my attention~”  

Jimin

➸ Jimin thought it would be funny to ignore your desire for kisses all day. When you would lean in for a small one, he would swerve the other way. When you asked nicely, he’d make it seem like he would finally give you what you wanted - only to whisper a small ‘sike’ and run away. Even when you tried to sneak one, he was childish enough to hit you with a goddamn pillow.

You were not happy.

You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine - you just didn’t know where to start. Jimin was slick, he was slippery - his friends made it look so easy to trick him, but whenever you tried, it always ends up blowing up in your face. What were you doing wrong?

“You’re trying to out-think Jimin with your brain, noona.” Jungkook would chuckle, patting your head.

“Is that not the normal thing to do when you want to trick someone?”

“Well, yeah, but he’s used to that type of method by now. I mean, all six of us have done it to him that way numerous of times. He’s expecting it.”

“Then, what do you propose I do - oh, wise Jeon Jungkook?” You raised up from laying face down on the couch, your eyebrow soon following. “Because, by all means, I’m all ears.”

The maknae does nothing but grin for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re a woman, Y/n, his woman. Use that to your advantage - make him want you, instead of the other way around. You can trick him in a way us guys never could - with lust.”

You stayed silent as you stared at the younger with a disturbed expression. But, after a moment of replaying the advice in your head, it was scarily starting to make sense. Thanking him for his help, you make your way to your shared bedroom to change into something a little more…appropriate.

It was movie night in the BTS dorm, which was the perfect time to play out the maknae’s pure genius advice. Everyone was winded down, dressed in their pajamas and ready for you to start the movie. The only problem was - you were no where in sight. Taking a look around, Jimin asked Jungkook where you might have gone - since he was last to be with you.

“She went to go change, I think.” 

Smirking at the mere thought of you changing, Jimin thought that would be the perfect opportunity to tease you a little before the movie stared - then he could tease you some more while it played. Already so confident in his plan as he practically skipped to your shared bedroom, you could just imagine the color draining from his face once he caught sight of what you had changed into. You were wearing one of his shirts with a pair of boy shorts underneath. How he knew that, you wonder? When he walked in, you were practically bent over - searching for a movie that was kept in a little cabinet next to his bed - giving him a full view on what he’s been missing out on, all day long. 

You wouldn’t have known he came into the room until he let out a small, almost inaudible, whine from the door. A slow grin crept onto your face, as you did everything in your power to make your current position even more sensual than it already way. Wiggling your hips slowly, making it seem that you were trying to take some of the pressure off your knees, you could practically hear him drooling at the door. Hm, not too fun being a tease now is it? 

Deciding to finally stand, you played it off as if you hadn’t heard him come in, feigning innocence. “Oh, I didn’t see you there! Sorry I took so long, I was looking for your favorite~” 

You handed him the movie while keeping his intense eye contact. His mouth still hung open slightly as he stared, what he just witnessed left it dry and unable to produce words. It wasn’t until you slowly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tilting your head to the side. You didn’t miss the subtle way his eyes trailed down the path of your exposed neck - your hair being up, and giving him full visual of the unmarked skin. 

“Is something the matter, ChimChim? You look a little troubled.” His mouth slowly closed followed by a lick to his bottom lip. Dropping the movie you had given to him, he went to wrap his arms around your waist - only for you to roughly grip them and pin him to the wall next to the door. Where that boost of strength came from was beyond him, but it sure was a turn on. 

Your innocent act didn’t take long to fly out the window, your face now just as dark and menacing as his. No longer having the patience to talk, you slowly lean in toward his plump awaiting lips, them parting slightly once again - anticipating the feel of yours after a whole day of avoiding them. But, the satisfying warmth your lips would give never came - making the boy scrunch his eyebrows in confusion. It wasn’t until he felt them attach to that spot below his ear, that his face instantly relaxed as a breathy moan fell from his own. 

But, as fast as the pleasure came - it was quick to go, as well. Back came the scrunch in his eyebrows as his eyes fluttered open, his breathing coming out in pants as he now stared at you with bewilderment. 

“Aw, you didn’t think after all the shit you’ve pulled today, I would give you what you want so easily, did you?” Looking down for a second, you bit your lip to keep from giggling at the painfully noticeable hard on he now had. 

“J-Jagi, you can’t leave me like this!” He practically whimpered, begging you with his eyes. “I’m sorry I was being a little shit all day - I promise I’ll make it up to you, please I need you so bad…”

“Will you be a good boy for me, Jiminie?” 

He gulps before nodding. “Y-You have my attention.” 

Taehyung 

➸ this gif is pretty explanatory lol 

Jungkook 

➸ as well as this one. 

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“Admit it, Bruce” - Batman x Reader (NSFW)

Thank you VERY MUCH @craftersdust :). I’m a bit self-conscious about my writing, because I’m French, and I know sometimes I don’t phrase things right, so thanks. 

And here’s for your request, of course, very NSFW :

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-Oh hello, I’m Bruce Wayne, I never have fun because I’m the dark knight, and someone dark cannot smile, like ever, and…

-Are you done ?

-Honey, I’m just warming up.

For the past ten minutes, you had annoyed your husband by (very badly) imitating his voice and just stating all of his flaws (mind you, you thought he didn’t actually have many). You accentuated your annoying behavior by tapping regularly with your fingers on the counter of his bat computer, while he was trying to concentrate.  It wasn’t just because you wanted to annoy him that you did it though, he totally deserved everything. He was refusing to accept that he was wrong, and you were right, and it bothered you because that happened way too many times. He hated being wrong. You knew it, this time his stubbornness just annoyed the Hell out of you. 

-But I can stop if you…admit you were super jealous. 

-I wasn’t jealous Y/N. At all. Why would I be jealous of a guys like that ? 

-Mmmm…Because I used to be in love with him and that he’s very attractive and successful ? Funny and smart ?  

He refused to look at you, but you saw quite distinctly his jaw clenching. You smiled, oh this was gonna be fun. 

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She's Not You | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description: In which the reader, in an effort to get over her crush on Tom, decides to set him up but for some reason none of the girls ever get a second date. Tom’s problem is that the one girl he wants to go out with seems to be hell bent on setting him up with someone else.

Author’s Note: I’m back hoes what’s good? I’m pretty proud of how this turned out and I hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Inspiration for this fic came from something I read a while ago and last night it popped into my mind for some reason so yea now there’s this. Anyway, let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2219

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“So?” I prodded Tom, dragging out the o’s as long as possible. We were in his dressing closet after a long day of filming as he took out his regular clothes at a snail’s pace. You’d think since he’s somewhat of an athlete he’s be a quick changer but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

Tom took out a pair of jeans and threw them on a nearby chair. “So what?” he asked not looking at me.

I threw my head back with a groan, he knew exactly what I was going to ask him. It was the same question I always asked him every time I set him up with a new girl. Each week I’d find a girl who would go on a date with Tom, which wasn’t that much of a challenge, and each week he’d take the girl to dinner.

The only problem was that none of these girls ever got a second date. Not a single one and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.  I like to think I know Tom pretty well so I’m always surprised when the girls I think he’ll really like never get a second date.

“How was your date with Quinn?” I asked, eager to hear what he thought of her. This is the same question I’d ask every week with another girl’s name. I was hoping that Tom would say he liked her and that he would be taking her out again but-

“It was fine,” Tom answered pulling out a t shirt and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

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Thanksgiving (Tom Holland Smut)

Originally posted by darlingriezmann

request: “could u do a tom imagine where hes dating the reader and shes bi ? and when he first found out, he was like intimidated but then he finds it like sexy lol make him react how u think he would” (requested by anon)

short summary: you take tom home for thanksgiving and when the topic of past relationships comes up things get a bit :/

length: 3.9k words

warnings: tbh the smut’s just like at the end there’s lots of plot stuff and shit so

A/N: i lowkey didn’t know how to go about this, bc i didn’t want to write something that would come across as tom fetishizing the reader’s bisexuality bc i’m bi and i hate when i read stuff like that so anyway this was the result, idk if this is the direction u wanted but uh here we go


Your mom & sister had been hounding you for almost two months to come home and also bring your boyfriend so they could properly meet him for the first time. It’s not as if you didn’t want them to meet Tom, it’s just that he’s been busy and frankly so had you. And when the two of your schedules aligned with a break, dragging him back to your hometown wasn’t exactly your top priority.

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Play With Me (M)

word count: 3.7k (i really tried to limit myself)

genre: smut; idol-verse + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

summary: built up tensions from not seeing your idol boyfriend, jooheon, lead you two to have quite the steamy session on the couch. good thing jooheon has nice thighs and dirty mouth.

requested by: anon #1 who who asked for the reader to have a thigh kink & anon #2 who just wanted some good ‘ol joohoney smut; thank you for requesting! ♡

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Welcome to the prank wars *Colby Brock*

*Requested by https://letowolfie.tumblr.com/ *

hey, could you make a Colby Brock one shot where the reader is his girlfriend and the two of you prank Sam? :) thank you:))

A little long but in a way imagines and one shot are sort of the same thing.

“What’s up it’s s- wait wrong channel,” Colby said making you laugh. “Hey guys it’s Colby and I’m here with my girlfriend (Y/N). We’re going to be reading comments on her pictures and my pictures and then we’re going to go through each other’s DMs.” He explained handing you his phone while taking yours.
“You know the relationship is real when you guys have each other’s passwords and a thumbprint.” You said as you unlocked Colby’s phone. You showed the camera his lock screen. You guys had fallen asleep on the couch during movie night and Aaron took a picture to send to Colby because he said it was too cute to just ignore.

“Comment number one.” You started, “I really need Colby to realize how much I love him and how he’s changed my life so much.” You read.
“Awee, I love you too,” Colby said. “I love all of you, you guys are amazing and without you in wouldn’t be in this room filming this video.” He added with a smile.
“The next comment is, Colby is daddy asf but we all know we’re not the only one calling him that.” You read. “Who else is calling you daddy Colby?” You playfully asked.
“Brennan, Nik, Corey…the fans hopefully you.” He listed. You pushed his arm rolling your eyes.

The questions went on for awhile until you guys finished the video, he switched the SD card placing that one by his computer before starting his camera.
“Okay guys, so as you know Sam and Kat pranked us last week so we decided revenge was in store for this. (Y/N) and I have a really good relationship. We don’t fight that often and when we do they’re the smallest arguments that we fix right away. Now normally she’s over every single day until she either has to work or she has other plans so we’re going to set up a fake argument and she’s going to storm out and not come around for a few days and then when she does she’s going to text Kat and ask if they can meet up or something. She’s going to say some things and hopefully, Kat will tell Sam and Sam will tell me.” Colby explained.
“Also I feel like this is more of a prank on us because we have to be careful about facetime, phone calls and texts because I see Colby every single day which might sound excessive but we’re just so used to it being that way.” You started to explain. “But if Kat doesn’t tell Sam, then I’ll tell Sam the same thing because we know Sam tells Colby pretty much everything.” You finished as you stood up.
“Here we go, guys,” Colby said before turning the camera off. He kissed your cheek before heading downstairs. You followed after him waving at everyone as they were in the game room.

“How did filming go?” Sam asked. Colby gave him a shrug before going into the kitchen. 
“It was fine.” You told him before following after Colby once more. Colby was filming on his phone so he made sure the screen wasn’t showing as he stopped to turn to you.
“It was fine, that’s what you call it?” He asked.
“It’s not even that serious Colby, we could have talked about this upstairs in front of everyone.” You told him keeping your voice low.
“That way you can keep this perfect imagine in front of all of them?”
“Colby it wasn’t a secret! I wasn’t hiding anything.” You continued.
“COREY!” He yelled, “I have a question.” He said as headed to the game room.
“Colby I swear to God, don’t bring them into this. Can we handle this like two adults because that’s what we’re supposed to be adults.” You fired at him. You could see Aaron and Elton’s face, they were obviously both uncomfortable and confused. Sam looked shocked because you two didn’t yell often, Devyn and Kat looked anywhere but at you and Corey….poor Corey looked as if he said the wrong thing he’d be screwed.

“If Devyn got a dm from some guy and he was being sexual and she was like I’m not interested but he kept going you’d want to know right?” He asked. Corey nodded. “What about you Sam? You’d want Kat to tell you right?” Sam nodded as well.

“Well I’m not Kat or Devyn and you’re not Corey and Sam. I don’t need you fighting my battles or bringing our friends into this.” You yelled at him.

“Why? Something you need to hide?” He asked you.
“Are you, I’m going home.” You told him as you headed back to the kitchen to grab your phone.
You left shortly after feeling proud of the setup. Now it was just time to wait.
As you predicted the wait was the worst, you fell asleep with him on Facetime every night unless he was out with Brennan so the fact that even when he was at home you couldn’t do it was a little stressful.
In a way the week without Colby was also good for you, you hadn’t realized how much time you spent with him and his friends, you didn’t exclude your friends, you just hadn’t spent much time with them recently.

The plan came full circle and instead of talking to Kat first you and Colby decided to just go to Sam. Colby had said he was hanging out with Brennan and Nik so you took advantage and called Sam and asked if you could talk to him.

“Do you want to talk in my room or down here?” Sam asked as he let you in the house, you motioned to go upstairs, he nodded leading the way even though you knew where everyone’s room was. “So what’s going on? You and Colby haven’t talked since that whole argument?”
“I’ve tried to call but he won’t answer.” You said as you sat on Sam’s bed. “I think he’s done with me.”
“He’s in love with you.” Sam started but you stopped him.
“Don’t say that…it’ll make me feel worse. I love Colby I do, he’s so sweet and kind but I don’t think I’m in love with Colby.” You tried, “I think I wanted to be in love with him so bad that this break made me realize that I’m not.”
“Well, that’s bad news,” Sam mumbled. “You’re going to tell him right?”
“How do I do that? How do I look him in the eyes and day hey, I’m not in love with you…I can’t do that Sam.”
“You can’t just lie and say that you do…it would be better to just be honest.”
“And break his heart and ruin that smile that everyone loves to see?” You said quietly, the actual thought of you hurting Colby destroyed you.
“How about you stay here and when Colby gets back the three of us can talk?” Sam asked.

You had texted Colby and told him to get back to the house as quick as possible which was a lot faster than you would have thought. The three of you sat in Colby’s room, silent. Sam was the one to break it.
“I’ve never seen you two argue like that…I thought you loved each other.”
“What do you mean? I do love her.” Colby finally spoke.
“I love you too Colby…I’m just not in love with you.” You said quietly, Sam stood up.
“There’s also something I need to say to you,” Colby told Sam. “WELCOME TO THE PRANK WARS BROTHER!”
“Oh my God! I was worried about your relationship. YOUR relationship guys!” Sam laughed as he fell back on Colby’s bed.
“Hey, we did a lot for this prank.”
“What pretend to be apart, I knew I heard you facetiming someone but I wasn’t sure if it was (Y/N) or Brennan,” Sam added as he got up. “I’m leaving, I’m getting you guys back and it’s going to be a living hell.” Sam finished before leaving.
“Let’s never do that again.” You said as you wrapped your arms around Colby.
“You should stay the night. Movies and popcorn because it’s been five days.” He said with a smile, you nodded in agreement.

Heat of the Moment - Part 1: Rebound

Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut   

Word count: 1200ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.

2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.

Thanks a billion to @teenage-internet-recluse for betaing this for me on super short notice.

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You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.

You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.

You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.

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I Own You

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 2500

Warnings: NSFW (smut!)

A/N: Since I’m back on tumblr, I decided to repost some of my old work and fanfics! Hope you enjoy! 

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A dull headache was the first thing that woke you up. You blinked few times to clear your sight and look at the empty side next to you.

Turning around you noticed that the sheets were a pure mess and then you noticed that it was 2 p.m.

“Ah, great!” you groaned and then pulled to covers to the side.

You were naked and probably got awfully drunk last night.

Then it hit you. You had a fight with the god of mischief before you let tequila possess you.

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Half-Sister, All Burden

Dean x Sam x Reader

Reader (Adam’s sister) living with Sam and Dean in the bunker. Dean hates the reader but she made the ultimate sacrifice for him.

Warning: Character Death, Abuse

Tags: @imascreamerbabymakemeamute

Half-Sister, All Burden Part 1

Part 2 

“I am sorry guys, I didn’t think that the vampire would …” I said

“You didn’t think? You almost killed Sam!” Dean yelled.

I looked down, afraid of looking into Dean’s disappointed eyes. This was my worse nightmare ever since I started hunting with my half-brothers Sam and Dean. I was afraid that one day I would get one of them killed.

“Dean, it’s not her fault! She almost got killed too!” Sam tried to reason with Dean.

“Better her than you.” Dean said under his breath. Sam did not hear it but I did. Dean thought that I did not hear it because he rushed to help Sam into a chair to check his injuries. Sam had a rather ugly cut on his abdomen.

“CASS!! We need you here!” Dean yells. A slight flutter of wings and the angel appeared. Cass did not ask questions and went straight to healing Sam. I looked at them and realized one thing. They were the original trio. Two brothers and an angel. I was just a burden that they had to bear. After Adam and mom died, they took me in because “I was family.” Honestly, they did it because the felt guilty for leaving Adam in the cage with Lucifer.

I rushed into my room before either of them saw the tears in my eyes. It hurt, knowing that I was a burden and that I was not wanted there. I walked into my room, shut the door and collapsed onto the floor. There was a sharp pain on my thigh where I fell into some broken glass. I slowly got off the floor and started taking off my jeans. I bit my lips to stop myself from yelling out in pain.

There was long gnash on my thigh. I guessed the adrenaline kept me from feeling the pain. Suddenly, the room started to spin. The next thing I know, I was on the floor and then, there was darkness.

My eyes opened slowly. It was like in the movies where the unconscious person slowly regains consciousness. Everything went from blurry to HD in about five seconds and three blinks of the eye. I was on my bed. It smelt like it. I heard some awful yelling only to realize that Sam and Dean were having a full blown argument just five feet away from me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep.

“She is nothing more than a burden. If she had told us she was hurt, none of this would be necessary!” Dean yelled.

“Dean, you were too worried about rubbing her mistake into her face to even check her for injuries. This is your fault Dean!” Sam replied, slightly agitated.

“She almost got you killed Sam! What was I supposed to do? You are my brother! She is nothing more than dad’s bastard of a daughter!” Dean said.

“You are just jealous because she had a normal life and you did not! Face it Dean, she is our sister! We are supposed to be loving brothers.” Sam argued. Dean said nothing more and stormed out. I heard Sam pull a chair and the next thing I knew, he was holding my hand.

“Y/N, I know we have not been the best brothers in the world. I am so sorry. I should have have taken better care of you when Dean did not. In some ways, I understand you, being the younger one. But don’t worry. It will all change now. I promise, you won’t ever be a burden to us.” Sam said.

I decided that it was time that I “woke up,” so I, channeled my inner actress and faked my awakening. I made sure I blinked a couple of times, moved around slowly and moaned in pain. I opened my eyes and saw a teary eyed Sam in front of me. Sam had a big smile on his face.

“You are awake, are you alright?” asked Sam.

“I am fine, what happened?” I asked.

“Well, you were hurt. There was a huge cut on your thigh. It was worse than my injury. Why didn’t you tell me or Dean?” He asked.

“I didn’t want to be a burden, sorry. I thought I could handle it myself. I am so sorry.” I said almost crying.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t apologize. You did not do anything wrong alright. You are not a burden. If anything, you are a gift to us. Don’t tell Dean, but I have always wanted a younger sister.” Sam said.

“I won’t tell Dean. Thank you Sam.” I said.

“Call me Sammy, like Dean does.” Sam said, holding my hand.

“Okay Sammy, I love you.” I said hesitantly.

“I love you to sissy. Get some rest, I will bring you food later.” Sam said. Sam stood up, gave me a kiss on my forehead and left my room. I felt a little better and for the first time, I felt like I was loved. I rolled over and slept with a smile on my face.

After that incident, Sam and I had become closer. He and I would spend hours reading books together in the library. He convinced Dean that I could stay in the bunker and provide information to them while they were on hunts. It proved to be a good idea as I helped them crack a few of their hard cases. Sam was very proud of me and would tell me so.

Dean on the other hand was different. He started to treat me worse. He would only talk to me because Sam was in the room. When Sam was not around, he would ignore me completely. I figured that I could not be too greedy. I assumed that Dean was jealous that I was spending more time with Sam. He made sure that there were always out on cases so I would have less time with Sam. Sam realized what he was doing but did not confront him.

“Y/N, we found a case. It is in Michigan.” Sam said while standing outside my room door.

“What? But you guys just got back yesterday. Don’t you guys need to rest and recover?” I asked. Honestly, I just wanted some quality time with Sam. I missed him while he went on hunts.

“I know sissy, but Dean says that it is important and there were no other hunters around to help.” he said, looking at me sadly.

“Well, I guess that can’t be helped. I missed you though.” I said. Sam came in a sat beside me on the bed.

“I know that Dean has been doing this because he is jealous that we are together so much. I should have said something, I am sorry baby.” Sam said. He only called me baby when he wanted to make sure I did not get angry.

“I know too. Don’t worry. He is your brother first. I come second. I am okay with it, as long as both of you come back in one piece. Contrary to what you may think, I do love Dean too. I love him like how I loved daddy. Dean is a lot like daddy.

“Baby, I promise I will talk to Dean about this alright. I also promise to make sure Dean and I come back in one piece. I love you so much.” Sam said, giving me a big hug.

“I love you both, my big brothers!” I said, returning the hug.

“We’ll be back in a couple of days. We will check in every night and whenever we need too. Behave!” Dean said, standing outside my door. Sam huffed in frustration and turned toward Dean to say something but I replied before he could.

“Yes Dean, I will. Don’t worry about me.” I said. Sam turned around me and he mouthed an apology to me. He stood up and followed Dean. I took a deep breath and looked around my room. Another few days of being alone.

I spent the next few days cleaning the bunker. I washed all the bed sheets, deep cleansed the kitchen and dusted the place. When I wasn’t cleaning, I was knee deep in the lore, trying to help Sam and Dean with the up and coming monster.

After I had identified the monster, I went back to bed. It was already midnight and I was exhausted from all the work. I slept well, knowing my brothers will be back the next day. Around four in the morning, I received a call from Sam. I immediately panicked. I was worried something had happen to either of them.

“Sam! What’s wrong?” I asked. My heart was racing.

“It’s Dean, he got hurt bad. He might not make it.” said Sam. His voice was breaking.

“Where you you guys? I will be there as soon as I can.” I said. I got up and started stripping off my pajamas.

“Michigan General Hospital, drive safe sissy.” Sam said. I was heartbroken. I could sense that if Dean died, Sam would be devastated. I wished that it was me that was dying. Then, an idea hit me. I knew what I had to do.

“Sam, don’t worry. Dean will pull through. I promise you.” I said before hanging up.

There was only one way to save Dean. I put on my clothes, collected several items and then left. I was scared of what I was about to do. But I was more afraid of losing Dean.

“Hello darlin, what do I owe the pleasure?” Crowley asked.

“My brother, Dean. Save him.” I said.

“What are you willing to offer, my sweet young thing?” Crowley asked, stroking my cheek. I looked in Crowley’s eyes and sensed some sympathy, well, enough for the King of Hell.

“Anything.” I said. The next thing I knew, Crowley’s lips were on mine.

I walked in the hospital and saw Sam and Dean in the hallway. I ran straight towards Dean and gave him a big hug. The next thing I knew, I was violently pulled away from Dean.

“This is all your fault!” Dean yelled at me.

“What? I don’t understand!” I said. Did he know about the deal that I made?  

“If you had done your research, I would not have gotten hurt.” he said. Then, Sam yanked me away from Dean and into his arms. He held me close to himself.

“Dean, it is not her fault. We all did research and came up with the same conclusion. Don’t pin this on her, you selfish bastard!” Sam yelled at Dean. Sam then took my hand and pulled me out with him.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Dean asked.

“I am riding with Y/N!” Sam yelled back. I tried to stop Sam but he was too strong for me. I let him pull me out of the hospital. Sam opened the passenger seat door and gently shoved me inside the car. He then went around and got in the driver’s seat. We were on the road in five seconds.

It has been three weeks since Sam left Dean in Michigan. It has been an incredibly stressful week for all three of us. Sam and Dean were talking more these day, it seems like they have solved their issues. Sam has been extra loving to me. He spent more time with me. I took full advantage of it, knowing I only had a week before my time was up.

I yelled Sam’s name. No answer. I walked out to his room. He was not there. I checked the kitchen and then the library, no one but Dean. I walked in slowly. Dean was having a beer, at 10 a.m. It did not look good.

“Dean, where is Sam?” I asked.

“None of your business.” Dean said, gulping down the beer. Normally, I would have apologized and walked away. But since I only had days left, I figured that I should know the truth to why he hates me so much. I pulled a chair and sat in front of him.

“Why do you hate me so much Dean?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes.

“I don’t hate you. Why do you think I do?” Dean asked, looking away. I was furious. He was trying so hard to hide his hate for me. I made a deal to save his life and he won’t even look at me.

“Really? Ever since I you found out about me, you have treated me like shit. I tried everything I could to please you. I saved your… I am sorry that your duo became a trio. I am sorry dad did not treat you like he treated Adam and I. I am sorry I had a mother and you did not. But this is not a reason for you to just pretend I did not exist!” I yelled.

“Fine! I hate you! I hate that you had a better life with dad than me. I hate that you just barged into our lives and made us responsible for you. Most of all, I hate that you took Sammy away from me. You are nothing but a burden. You should have never been with us. If I could, I would put you in the cage with Lucifer!” Dean said. I was shocked. I did not know his hate had run so deep.

“Maybe your wish would come true.” I said. I stood up and walked out of the library.

That night, I wanted to spend the whole night with Sam. It would be my last night with my beloved brother. I would miss him the most. I faked being afraid of a nightmare to get him to stay with me. We spent the whole night talking and laughing. Sam finally slept beside me. I was awake. I spent about an hour watching him sleep. That was how I wanted to remember my brother, peaceful and happy.

Finally, I slowly got out of the bed so Sam would not wake up. I changed my clothes. I took one of Sam’s flannel and tied it around my waist. That way, I would have something of Sam’s with me. Then, I took Dean’s shirt and I wore it. I now have both of my brothers with me. I was ready for the consequence of the deal.

I walked out of the bunker. Outside, Crowley was already waiting for me. He saw the tears in my eyes.  I thought I saw him hesitate. Then he clicked his finger and we left.

Being in the cage with Lucifer was absolute hell. He was exactly how Sam described but ten times worse. He would fill my head with lies. He only mentally abused me. Apparently, Lucifer was a gentleman and would not hit a woman. That was the only good thing going for me. I was to be Lucifer’s punching bag. It keeps him from attacking the rest of hell. This went on for a long time.

— Sam’s POV

It has been almost five years since Y/N left. Dean and I have searched high and low for her. Nothing. I was devastated. Dean was sad too but somehow, I felt that he was hiding something. I never got to confronting him because I was afraid that he will leave me too. Fast forward to now, where I have to be in the cage with Lucifer to get him to work together with God.

I am afraid that Y/N is in hell. We found and killed a few crossroads demon before Crowley came and told us to “go to hell” when we asked if Y/N made a deal. I could have sworn that he knew something about Y/N. I did not press the issue. Part of me was afraid of what I would find out. The other part of me just missed her.

Now, I am about to be transported into Lucifer’s cage. I was nervous. I shook that feeling away and nodded to Crowley. He seemed a little hesitant but he motioned for Rowena to start the spell. In an instant, I was in the cage with Lucifer. He smiled at me and pointed behind me. I looked behind me, there was no one. Then I looked down and I saw her. My sister was in the cage.

I rushed to her. She seemed unharmed. There was no bruises on her body. I noticed that she was wearing Dean’s favorite t-shirt that he lost and on her waist, my flannel. I shook her and tried to wake her up. She did not move an inch. I turned around to Lucifer and was pushed down.

“Now, now, let’s not get antsy. I know you have many questions, but one at a time please.” Lucifer said with a smile on his face.

“What is she doing here?” I asked.

“She made a deal with dear ol’ Crowley. Simple as that.” Lucifer said.

“But why would she make a deal? We weren’t dying or anything. Sure we were hurt but both of us was not injured to the point of death except… Dean.” I said, looking down at my poor sister. I was mortified.

“Yup, dear sister made a deal to save her brother’s life. How touching. That is actually the reason why I was so nice to her. She knew what it felt to be abandoned by a loved one. The same way God forsook me, Dean forsook her.” Lucifer said.

I knelt down and held my sister’s body to my own. I felt the tears filling my eyes. I was filled with guilt and anger. I was angry at myself and Dean not knowing that she made a deal. I was guilty of not confronting Dean about mistreating her. I felt like a failure. I had failed my only sister.

“Enough of this sappy feelings. Let’s bring the guilty party into this court! I shall be the judge this time.” Lucifer said as he snapped his fingers.


“Dean Winchester! How do you plead?” asked Lucifer.