I say this often, but just a reminder that I love y’all. stay alive frens -/

Plot: [Can I request an imagine where you’re Tyler’s little sister and the reader and josh both like each other? But Tyler’s over protective. Love your writing!]

“Y/N! wake up!!!” you heard a faint yell from down the stairs, you forced open your eyes, rolling onto your stomach and groaned into the pillow.

The voice was getting closer when suddenly your brother Tyler was in your room. He was already dressed for the day in black jeans and a gray tshirt, you noted that his hair was getting long.

“Get out,” you mumbled.

“No, you have to wake up,” Tyler said.

“and you have to stop shouting,” you rolled your eyes and turned away from him.

Tyler jumped up onto your bed and was bouncing up and down by your feet. He was chanting something, but you were doing your best to block it out until about the fourth chant when you noticed he was saying “Josh is coming! Josh is coming!” repeatedly. You sat up quick, and pushed Tyler off the bed. He stumbled backwards and fell onto his butt. He lifted himself up and shoved you slightly, causing you to lay back down.

“Tyler!” you yelled as he ran out of the room.

You hadn’t seen Josh in a minute and the last time you saw him the chemistry was through the roof. You hadn’t told Tyler you liked Josh because you knew his immediate instinct would be to stop anything from happening at all costs or to scold Josh on how you deserved to be treated, neither option was truly ideal. You fingered through the tshirts in your dresser upon getting out of bed, and decided you would just throw on a romper instead. It was a maroon romper with ruffles around the hem of the shorts line, and halter straps on the top. You fastened a flower headband into your hair, threw on some mascara and walked down stairs.

“Dang. Got a hot date today?” Tyler joked noticing your rare attire.

“Nope. Just felt like dressin’ up a little,” you avoided the truth realizing he wasn’t connecting the dots. You grabbed a red bull from the fridge mid conversation and popped open the can.

“Hey, grab me one of those,” Tyler requested staring at the TV.

“Yes sir!” you saluted, mocking your agreement to get things for him.

You tossed him the red bull can, and he caught it without even looking your way.

“Josh is going to be here in five.” Tyler said.

Five… you thought. Five minutes…crap.. you better brush your teeth again. You abandoned the red bull, ran upstairs and squeezed your toothpaste onto the brush, repeating the steps you did barely twenty minutes ago.

The doorbell rang. That was not five.

“Hey man!” you heard tyler say in a slightly higher voice.

You jogged downstairs and walked around the corner, “Oh hey,” you said trying to sound casual.

Josh’s face seemed to freeze in time when he noticed you standing at the bottom of the stairwell, his bottom lip dropped only slightly, and he barely made out the words “Hey, Y/N,” Tyler looked back and forth at the two of you as if he was watching a tennis match while you and Josh just stood there staring at one another. Tyler gave Josh ‘the look’ the look that read, “Don’t even think about it.” At least Tyler was finally using his brain, you thought. Josh finally made his way all the way through the door. Tyler led the both of you into the backyard where a picnic was set up for you all to enjoy. The picnic wasn’t anything fancy, just a blanket, a bowl of strawberries, and some chips and guac.

“Yes! Guacamole!” Josh said, digging in already.

“Hopefully you like it, I made it,” you replied.

“You did?” he asked impressed.

“Yeah just something I threw together.”

“In two hours,” Tyler laughed reminding you of the many mistakes you made preparing it.

You glared at him, raising your eyebrows.

“Well it tastes great, so it paid off,” Josh smiled.

“It’s alright,” Tyler complied.

“I’m going to go grab some napkins,” you announced.

“I’ll help you,” Josh said.

“I think she can carry napkins by herself,” Tyler said.

“Take it easy over there bud, just trying to be nice,” Josh replied.

“Yeah well do that a little less.”

“Tyler… you’re acting childish,” you said ironically as the younger one.

You and Josh stood up regardless of Tyler’s plea for you to do it on your own, and walked back through the sliding glass doors, shutting it behind you. You were on your tiptoes opening a cabinet, when Josh hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. You turned around, still in his grip, running a hand through his hair.

“Did you tell him?” he asked, interrupting the romance.

“No. I think he just kind of figured it out,” you replied.

“Figured it was one of the two, he’s practically your father right now.”

“I know… he just knows you’re older than me, and knows how guys have treated me.. he’s just worried,” you said.

“But it’s me.. Y/N. Don’t you think he’d be okay with it?”

“I think he’ll warm up to the idea, but when it comes down to it no guy is going to be enough for me in his mind.”

Tyler walked in, finding the two of you in each other’s arms. He went to leave, but then turned back around realizing this would probably become his new normal. You moved away from Josh, hopping up on the counter as Josh walked around to the other side.

“You don’t have to do that…” Tyler said.

“Do what?” You asked.

“Move away from each other. Sorry for the way I acted out there, I think I can manage the two of you together. If anyone is going to date my sister I’m happy it’s you Josh,” he said finally relaxing, clearly having a minute to cool off outside on his own.

Josh went over to Tyler giving him a hug, and then walked back in your direction, without touching you still trying to respect Tyler and his adjustment.

As the day continued it turned to night, and Josh was getting ready to leave. You walked him outside barefoot, and sat on the hood of his car as he held both your hands, resting his body weight against your knees. You saw a light flip on from the front porch and noticed tyler’s eyes peeking through the blinds, and quickly leaving once the two of you made eye contact. Josh looked in the direction of your gaze, then looked back at you, kissing you holding your head with the back of his hand. You clasped your hands behind his neck and rested your head on his chest after the kiss.

“I’ll call you tomorrow Y/N?” josh assumed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you winked as he got into the car, waving one last time before he drove away.

The Hat (Deanxreader)

“Hey (y/n) catch!”

You turned from your spot on the couch in time to catch what Dean had thrown at you.

“What do I want wi—is this Bobby’s?” you said looking down at a battered baseball cap. 

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