not your awful brother

Watch Me Babygirl

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A/N: I’m a ho for highschool!bts so I began writing a series literally nobody asked for so this is part 1 of ?

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied sexy stuff(?), fuckboy!jungkook 

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anonymous asked:

keith: shiro he totally looked at me for 45 seconds straight, usually it's only for 37 seconds it mean he likes me back right??? right?!?! shiro are u listening to me i think i made a breakthrough

keith: shiro would you say the inflection in his voice wavered ever so slightly when he said ‘samurai’ or am i just imagining it? here lemme play the clip again. listen closely, i need you to focus.

shiro: you are an awful brother. you know you’re killing me. you’re killing your brother, keith.

I’m falling apart

A/N: Reader is Jensen’s little sister who is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. If this becomes a series it’s gonna be super dramatic & probably kinda twisty.

Trigger warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts.

Jensen threw his head back laughing at a joke Jared made. Looking around the table he realized how lucky he was. He was sitting at a table in Rome surrounded by his friends and fellow cast mates, enjoying the night. Tomorrow was the first day of the convention and the few days following it him and Jared would tour the city some before heading back home to his family. A gentle smile fell on Jensen’s lips when he thought about Danneel and the kids in Austin and all the plans they had for the hiatus.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Jensen grabbed it, smiling even wider when he saw Danneel’s name pop up on the caller ID.

“Hey babe.” He answered.

“Hey Jay.” Danneel’s voice responded, only something sounded off in her tone.

“What’s up?” Jensen said, standing up from his seat and walking away from the group, “You sound worried.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing but…” Danneel trailed on.

“You’re kinda worrying me here Dee. What’s going on?” Jensen pushed.

“It’s Y/N.” Danneel responded.

“My sister? Is she okay?” Jensen quickly pushed.

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Take care of my Babies or you’ll die - Wonder Woman x Reader

Summary : Diana has a deep distrust of Men’s World’s doctors, and have trouble letting them handle her pregnant girlfriend. 

I lost the original message but this story is for @freethecagedeggs. Also, Imma indulge @loverandomness2 because she’s been asking for this for a long time and I’m finally writing it :-). 

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You couldn’t wait for all of this to be over. 

For the baby to finally arrive. 

Not because pregnancy was displeasing, in fact, you were one of those lucky women that had a smooth one. 

You only had a few morning sickness, you weren’t too tired, it didn’t hurt much (yet)…The only thing you had was your weird cravings but, then again, pickles and ice cream was a thing you ate together even before being pregnant. 

Nope. You don’t want all of this to be over because it’s difficult and tiring…But because your damn girlfriend cannot give you or anyone approaching you of a few feet a single break ! 

“(Y/N), don’t do this it could hurt the baby !”, “(Y/N) eat this it’s good for the baby”, “(Y/N), please babe, do this exercice it’s good for our little one”…The worst was how annoying she became whenever you had a doctor appointment. 

Oh. My. God.


When you and Diana decided to become parents, you settled for a sperm donor instead of adoption, because it was just easier, it would take less time and trouble…You also decided that you should be the one bearing the child, kind of unsure how things would work with Diana (after all, she had been made out of clay and given life by Zeus…). 

At first, everything went smoothly. 

You were both just too damn excited. And all your friends were extremely supportive. Of course they were. 

Your older brother, Bruce, helped you through so many hard times in your life, he definitely wasn’t about to give up on you (no matter what some stuck up rich people thought about him for doing so…damn you guys lived in the XXIst century, what was the problem of a same sex couple adopting ?!), and he would never admit it because he wasn’t the cheesy type of man but…He already loved his future nephew/niece deeply. 

The day he brought you a teddy bear that looked astonishingly like the one you had when you were a kid, that exact teddy bear your dad gave you to “help you through any difficult times” (and it really did…whenever you were sad, for example missing your parents dearly, you’d hug the hell out of that bear and it would make you feel so much better), and when Bruce told you it was difficult to find the same one you had as a kid and it took him a lot of time and effort to do so, but you and your future child were definitely worth it…You teared up. You lied by saying your hormones were messing around with your emotions, and acted like it was not a big deal but…It meant the world that your beloved older brother would go through all that trouble just for a teddy bear for your baby.  

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Title: Downsized

Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 2163

Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride. 

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.

Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got. 

Without further ado. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual



You hated the silence.

You’ve always hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.


You stared at the clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Something was wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.

Maybe you should just-

The sound of the bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath. 

“Hi there, Y/N.” Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”

“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured? Where is-”

“Hey,” the youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question at a time, champ.”

Rolling your eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his forehead puckered just a tiny little bit.

“Where is Dean?”

“Um,” he started, rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”

“Sam.” you tried again, a bit more forceful. “Where is Dean?”

And then, right before he could actually reply, a little kid with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view, wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.

“Is that-

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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 05 - Stand by the Second Son

Jyushimatsu: Yuuuum! More oden, please! 

Chibita: Ok. 

Osomatsu: Yep, oden tastes great again today. I’m glad we came all this way to eat it. 

Choromatsu: Chibita, hot sake, please. Oden does go well with it, doesn’t it? 

Chibita: ….You jerks, you brought enough money to pay for everything this time, didn’t you? 

Karamatsu: Heh… money? There is no meaning in attaching a price to the fantastic cosmos known as oden. 

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Curse of Desire

Summary: The reader is hopeless stuck in the friend zone with Dean, except there is total sexual tension. Both the reader and Dean are too insecure to see the truth, but after a witch case they’re kinda forced to. 

Word Count: 5135

Author’s note: I’m back bitches and since I graduated I’m here for good! This one is long but I feel like Tumblr has been lacking on the smut lately so this will be worth it. Tell me what you think:) 

It had been the normal run of the mill hunt, except things were never truly “run of the mill” with witches. The topic of the case was weird, but at the end of the day weren’t all witch cases?

You’d been sitting on the couch with Dean when Sam walked in, “Alright you two, I think I have a case”. Sam questioned why you and his brother were sharing a blanket on the couch, but reminded himself you both were “just friends”.

To say your relationship with Dean was complicated, would be an understatement. You were stuck in the friendzone, except the sexual friend zone minus the actual sex. By nature both you and Dean were dirty minded, but he never know the true impact his words had on you.

He would always make comments, or touch you in certain ways, his actions always made you question your “friendship” but your own insecurities made you brush them off. You always reminded yourself, “Dean is flirty with everyone…words are just words”.

It was always hard to hear Dean’s suggestive comments when you wanted so badly for them to be true. You’d make comments right back, stuck between wanting him to get the hint and realizing your silence might ruin your friendship because he would get the hint.

And that brought you to your current state, wanting Dean but afraid to lose him completely. Dean was instantly intrigued, “ What’s the case about?”. After he asked, he leaned back bringing himself closer to you.

As he made himself comfortable he rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. The simplest touch sent shivers down your spine, and a million thoughts to race through your mind.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Sam snapping his finger, “Earth to (y/n), try to focus here”. Sam looked at you a certain way that made you blush, as if he just knew how madly in love with Dean you were and how insane Dean’s simple touch was making you.

Nodding your head you regained focus, pushing down your inner desires. Sam continued, “Okay this case is a little strange, but then again strange is our normal, it’s about a witch and a sex shop”.

Dean looked to you, “Wow some privates, a witch, and a sex shop” amused with his own joke. Rolling your eyes you replied, “ I’m not too sure how well privates rhyme with lion, but I like the effort”. He winked before turning his focus back to his brother.

Sam went on to explain that it was a sex shop in the middle of classic suburbia, which meant some boring suburban moms were getting down. There had been a string of sex related deaths meaning it was most likely a witch.

Dean couldn’t hide his excitement, “ Horny rich moms getting down….I’m down”. The slightest thought of Dean with someone else put you off and you got up from the couch. Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean it’s a case about sex related deaths….why would”.

Standing beside Sam you chimed in, “ This isn’t going to be a Stacy’s mom thing Dean, looks like someone’s been watching a little too much porn”. You laughed at your own joke but Sam put his hands up, still not fully understanding your relationship with his brother.

Dean smirked, “Aw princess don’t worry you fit into one of my other favorite categories, tight ass”. It was Dean’s turn to laugh at his own joke while you sighed in annoyance. Before you could open your mouth to reply Sam stopped you, “ Okay you two I’ve had enough of this conversation…it’s like living with two horny teenagers..”.

As Sam walked away you got in, “ Don’t act so pure Sam we share a computer!!”. Again Sam threw his hands up, surrendering to you two. Dean finally got up and high fived you, “Good one princess, I’m dying to know what searches you don’t share with Sammy”.

With a wink Dean was already down the hall catching up with Sam, leaving you there all hot and bothered. You instantly thought about what turned Dean on, what he looked like when he was turned on….and if you turned him on.

Trying to distract yourself you decided you’d start to pack. You’d gotten a text from Sam saying the plan was to leave in an hour or so, and then you’d be on the road. You packed the essentials, but also something a little more risky.

You decided to wear your favorite black lace panty set, feeding the part of your mind that told you something might happen with Dean. To feed the insecure part of your mind you put on your normal clothing over it. Just incase you laid out your second favorite set; it was light pink.

Before you knew it your door opened, and there stood Dean. You tried to quickly close your suitcase, but it was too late. He caught the cover before you could close it, “And what do we have here princess?”.

Dean held up the thong with both hands, smirking like a madman. Trying to not show your true feelings you played it off, “ Something only someone who earns it gets to see”. You needed to pretend that this situation didn’t throw you off, or else he would know.

He licked his lips, “ And what do I have to do to earn it?”. Before you could answer, or to be honest struggle to answer, Sam was also at your door. Strangely Dean hid what he was holding, which meant your panties were currently in his pocket.

Sam’s voice stopped your mind from running away, “ You guys ready? We should really hit the road”. You and Dean looked to each other before looking back to Sam. You smiled, “Yeah I should be ready in a minute, I’ll meet you and Dean in the garage?”.

You wanted to make things awkward for Dean once, aka leaving him with your panties. Sam nodded, “Alright, come on Dean”. Dean hesitated for a moment, but trailed after his brother.

It felt good to know Dean was struggling to explain something for once, and you found yourself laughing. Before you knew it though he was back in your room.

He sling shotted them at you as if he was eighteen again, “ I have only two reasons for liking these; seeing you in them, and getting you out of them”. You couldn’t help but laugh, there really was no one else like Dean. Laughing about the situation helped reassure yourself that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

Before he left you spoke, “ Sure Dean, everyone wants to get their best friend out of their panties”. That was the closest you got at telling him the truth, and you turned around in order to not even see his reaction. If you hadn’t  turned around you would’ve seen Dean struggling, his mind and tongue on two different sides.

You were something else to Dean, hard to understand because he felt so much for you. There were so many levels to you, which meant he felt so many different things for you. Normally when it came to girls Dean felt only one emotion; lust.

When it came to you he felt every emotion known to man, possibly even love. Love was not something Dean Winchester ever felt, and for once he was so unsure of himself. Did you love him back, where you only a friend, could you even love him?

To suppress his feelings he acted like he would towards any other girl; sexually. He’d constantly make sexual comments or jokes, but every time he did it just made things harder for him. When he’d summon up enough courage he’d touch you in small ways, trying to feed his desire in hopes to control it.

It never worked though, things just got harder and harder for him, he didn’t know what to do. Sometimes he swore you felt the same way, but if he didn’t love himself how could someone else? So Dean brushed everything off, to scared to actually act on his feelings.

He stood there nearly paralyzed, he was truly torn. Saved by Sam his brother called for him, “Dean come on, what’s with you lately?”. Dean just angrily ran a hand through his hair, eventually meeting his brother.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. Packing the rest of your essentials you got ready to leave, preparing for an awkward car ride with Dean. You just told yourself, “ Just focus on the hunt, it will distract you”.

Before you showed up Sam decided to finally address something that had been bothering him. Dean was packing weapons into the back of the impala, mumbling to himself.

Sam stood behind him with his arms crossed, “Look Dean we don’t have long but we need to talk”. Dean just looked up to Sam, obviously still frustrated. Sam continued, “ I don’t know what’s with you but I know it has something to do with (y/n)”.

Dean snapped up, “Look I don’t want to hear it!”. Sam wasn’t phased, “ Look you need to hear it! Is she your friend or?”. Sam had never seen his brother so worked up over a girl before, and he had to assume it was because he loved her.

Dean threw his hands up, “I don’t even know Sammy, I couldn’t tell ya! If you ask (y/n) we’re friends but..”. Sam intervened, “You want something more”. Dean shook his head starting to laugh.

He was so angry, “Sammy when have I ever been in a situation like this? You understand books and I understand girls…but (y/n) she’s so much more Sammy I mean fuck…I don’t think I’ve ever cared so much! When it comes to her damn straight I want to find out all the things that make her feel so fucking good…but I also want to spend the morning after with her”.

Sam smiled to himself, so Dean was actually in love? Dean continued, “ I want to make pancakes with her at seven am…watch a movie…fuck even cuddle….I, Dean Winchester want all these things..”. Sam laughed knowing the true effect you have on his brother.

He finally answered Dean, “ So why don’t you tell her?”. Dean started to shake his head again, “ Because what if she doesn’t feel the same way Sammy? She called me her best friend about five mintues ago…I don’t want to lose her completely”.

Sam wanted to punch Dean in the face for being so damn oblivious. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Dean I know she feels the same, I can see the look she gets in her eyes when you enter a room…she lights up”.

Before Sam could continue you walked into the garage, and they were forced to stop the conversation all together. You smiled, “Am I interrupting something?”. They both looked to each other before simultaneously saying, “No” which made you believe you were interrupting something.

You were eager to just get on with things so you pushed down your doubts and got into the impala. The boys followed suit, and the impala was full. While adjusting the rearview mirror Dean gave you a weird look, but when he found you looking back he tried to play it off with a wink.

Brushing it off you asked Sam, “ So how long until we get there…and how exactly are we even going to deal with this?”. The sooner you focused again on the case the sooner you feelings for Dean would become temporarily gone.

Sam turned his head to face you, “ The plan is to go to the sex shop and take the witch out if we can, it shouldn’t be that hard”. You grinned, “ That’s what she said” your grin faded when Dean said the exact same words at the same time as you.

It was yet another reminder that the two of you could be on the same page for certain things, but on more important topics be complete opposites. Sam rolled his eyes, “I guess I set myself up for that one”.

Dean grinned, “ Get ready Sammy the innuendos will be coming just as much as you when someone mentions Star Wars”. You couldn’t help but laugh at that one, and neither could Dean. He looked at you again through the rearview mirror, but his gaze lasted a little too long.

Sam helped break the tension, “Before (y/n) can add to this I’m turning on the radio, just pick a station Dean”.  Just like that Dean picked a station, eager to distract from the tension as well. Time passed quickly as music filled the void, but you’d still feel Dean’s gaze.

Before you knew it you were there, Leawood Kansas aka classic suburbia. The store you were looking for was, “Maledictio cordis” which was in the middle of town. You guessed even classic suburbia didn’t feel the need to hide their horniness.

Sam’s knowledge of latin allowed him to realize it translated to, “ The curse of desire”. That would teach snooty rich people the importance of intellectual growth over financial growth.  It didn’t take long for you guys to find the shop, the only problem was that you hadn’t thought of a cover.

It was a little too late because the three of you had already entered the shop. The woman behind the desk lit up at the sight of all three of you, “And what do we have here, a menage a trois?”. The boys went to laugh but you realized it was the perfect cover.

You placed a stray strand of  hair behind your ear, “ That obvious huh…I guess you can probably see the naivety radiating off of us”. Looking to both brothers you begged them to play along, despite how awkward it felt.

The woman came around to greet you, “Don’t even worry sweetie, everyone starts somewhere! What exactly were you looking for?”. You hadn’t thought quite that far ahead and you found yourself struggling to answer.

Dean luckily saved you, “Well it’s a bit taboo..” you looked to Sam sharing the same look of concern. The woman didn’t hesitate, “I think I’ll have just the thing for you, always the innocent ones huh”.

The woman winked at you, with a “knowing look”. You wanted to laugh but now that the woman’s back was turned Dean was able to communicate more successfully as he mouthed, “Go with it”.

Taking his advice you smiled at the woman, “ Well what exactly did you have in mind?”. To be honest you didn’t want to know the answer. There was enough sexual tension between you and Dean, but now you were in an imaginative relationship about to pick out a sex toy…with Sammy.

She smiled even wider, “ I’m going to let that be a surprise deary, I’m going to take your partner here into the back room and we’ll pick out something you will all enjoy”. You wanted to die right then and there, this was way too awkward.

You opened your mouth to say something but she cut you off, “I can only imagine the whole dynamic of your relationship…” before continuing she looked to Dean and then back at you, “It isn’t naivety that radiates off of you both but rather passion…you can see in your eyes”.

Sam laughed, “I always say the same thing about them…it’s a real dynamic alright”. Your face turned beat red, unsure of how to play this one off. The woman loved it all, “Why don’t I take both men to pick out something to surprise you, in the meantime browse around the shop”.

She began to lead Sam and Dean but then turned back around, “I almost forgot, you both should try out my new perfume, it helps ignite desire”. Before you could object she pulled a small bottle from her pocket, spraying both you and Dean.

From the second you inhaled it you’d known it was a mistake. Sam immediately drew his gun, “ What did you spray on them!?”. Dean had fallen to the floor, and you suddenly felt extremely sleepy yourself.

Unable to keep your eyes open you couldn’t truly process the situation unfolding. All you heard was, “ The cure will make…….it won’t be hard…..they just have to finally….” and then boom you were out cold.

Sam ended up shooting the witch and lighting her on fire. She hadn’t told him about the true cure and swore she never would, so what was the point? Worse came to worse he’d call Rowena and she’d tell him the truth.

Sam managed to get you both into the back of the impala, both still out cold. He knew Dean hated when anyone else drove baby, but drastic times called for drastic measures, and besides he wasn’t exactly in a position to object.  

Before you knew it you felt your body begin to slowly vibrate, and your ears heard a soft hum. Opening your eyes you realized you were in the back of the impala, your head on Dean’s lap. The roar of the engine had woken you up. You shot right up finding out the hard way that was a mistake, “Fuck my head…what happened”.

Dean pushed you back towards his lap, urging you to rest again, “That son of a witch was what happened…she sprayed us with something and then lights out for the both of us”. Sam filled you in on what had happened, and also that he wasn’t quite sure what was going to actually happen to you both.

The entire time Sam was talking all you could think about was how close your body was to Deans, and it felt completely different this time. It felt like each nerve in your body was suddenly awake, and you hadn’t even known they’d been asleep.

Shifting you decided to press your body against the cold impala door, hoping to clear your mind. You were pulled from your thoughts when Dean asked, “Sammy could you turn up the ac, it’s hot as hell in here and we’d both know”.

Sam looked confused, “Dean are you okay it’s 52 degrees out..”. You backed Dean, “No Sammy it’s actually really hot in here, maybe just roll down a window?”. Sam only became more concerned and decided to pull over.

Dean was annoyed, “ Come on Sammy you can’t handle the fact that we’re both hot…why is it such a sin to roll down a damn window!”. He finished the sentence by holding his head, obviously in pain.

Sam pulled out his phone, “ The problem is that you both should be freezing but you’re burning up AND some witch sprayed you with something! We’re gonna get a motel and I’m going to call Rowena”.

You laughed, “Come on Sam it can’t be that serious…maybe we just need to sleep this one off?”. The more you spoke the more you realized you were wrong, your body started to ache all over.

Sam held up a finger warningly, “ I’m not listening to either of you, you’re both too damn stubborn and I’m the one driving here!”. You were waiting for Dean’s response but he was hunched over in pain.

You rubbed his leg trying to ease the pain, but instead it caused him to moan. His eyes went wide, “ I uh…I don’t know what that was…Sammy call the damn witch”. You stood there unsure of what to do, your mere touch had got Dean to moan.

Sam turned back around, “ I’m taking this next exit and we’re staying at the first motel we see”. You and Dean both just nodded, trying to get a handle on things. Your thoughts went to Dean, and the ache throughout your body intensified.

Looking over to him you could tell he was also in pain, but was he thinking about you too? Before you could think any longer Sam pulled into the motel, “ Sweetest Dream” making things even sketchier.

Dean read your mind, “Really Sammy this place?”. Sam pulled in anyways and went to go buy a room, ignoring his brother’s comment. Turning to Dean you took him in again, trying to assess the situation.

When Dean saw you staring he met your gaze and held it, an extremely intense look in his eyes. You tried to dull the moment to stop the heat rushing to your core, “ You don’t look too hot Dean…I think that witch really messed us up”.

Dean licked his lips, “ But you look damn good princess I-”. His sentence was cut off by Sam opening up the car door and shutting the car off. Sam picked up on the fact that he was interrupting something, “ Look incase this thing is contagious I got a separate room for the both of you…I guess you can continue talking in there”.

Trying to hide your desire you got out of the car, “ Have you called Rowena yet?”. Sam nodded his head and helped you and Dean unpack into your shared room. After he placed your bags down he added, “Rowena said she’d be here any second, she’s coming with Cas”.

Dean came and sat down next to you, nearly on top of you. It felt like a magnet was pulling you both together and it took everything in you to not rip his clothes off right then and there. Again Dean rested his hand on your knee, tracing light circles with his thumb.

When you noticed what he was doing you moaned out loud, it felt like Dean was very well rubbing your clit, not your knee. Immediately you looked up at him, “I’m sorry…it just feels so good”.

Dean bit his lip and moved his hand higher up your leg, his touch getting more and more intense. Sam got up and moved towards you both, “ Woah guys… I’m right here….I think that witch really did mess you up”.

With a puff of air Rowena and Castiel where now in the room. Rowena walked over to you both, “ I’ll be the judge of that deary”. It was hard but you snapped out of the trance Dean was putting you in, turning to Rowena.

She looked you both over like a doctor would do; felt your forehead, took your pulse, checked your pupils. Once she was done she rested a hand on her hip, “ Well it’s a simple cure but”…why was there always a but? She continued, “ To cure it they need to sleep together”.

You blushed, “ We what….?”. She smiled, “ Oh honey don’t play dumb the spell only works when the two people sprayed are in love. It’s simple really; you can either sleep together and become cured or let your desire eat you alive”.

Looking to Dean he didn’t seem as hesitant, he wasn’t shocked or beat red like you. Sam crossed his arms against his chest, “ I guess the only thing is to leave you both alone?”. All your nerves came back, of course you wanted Dean but you were afraid he only wanted you because of the spell.

Rowena agreed, “ Sure thing Sam, it’s really all up to them”. Castiel finally added something, “ I wish you both the best of luck with this battle”. Once again the true meaning of a situation flew over his head.

Sam put a hand on his shoulder, “ Sure thing Cas, let’s just go”. With that they all left the room, and you and Dean were alone. You were torn, part of you wanted Dean so badly but the other part was to scared.

Dean put his hand on your upper thigh again, hoping to incite the same pleasure he had before. You got up from the bed, “ Dean I can’t do this….I want to so badly…but not like this”. Your mind was going crazy, but so was your body.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “ What do you mean (y/n)…like this?”. You were trying to process so much emotionally and physically that you couldn’t hide your first thought, “ I don’t want you to sleep with me because some spell Dean…I want it to be real”.

He almost looked hurt, “ This is real (y/n) I want this….I want you”. Still you weren’t convinced, what if it was just the spell talking? You shook your head, “ No Dean, right now your body wants this but tomorrow when you wake up next to me your brain won’t want it..not even for a second”.

Dean got up from where he’d been sitting, “ Didn’t you hear what Rowena said? We have to be in love for this to work…and I didn’t need this spell to let me know how I feel about you princess. I’ve loved you before this but now that I know you feel the same way I’m not scared to lose you”.

Your jaw dropped Dean confessing your love to you was something you’d never thought you’d hear. He took your hands in his, “ I hid what I’d felt because I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way…didn’t think I deserved you…but what Rowena said reassured me”.

Instinctively you moved your hands to his chest, “ Dean I love you two I never thought you’d feel the same way”. You sentence trailed off when you realized you were actually touching him, again your core aching.

Deans hands moved to your hips, “ You’re so beautiful princess”. He was barely touching you but it was intoxicating, and you needed more. You started to push him back until he fell on the bed, taking you with him.

Straddling him you grinned, “ You don’t look so bad yourself Dean”. Again his hands found your hips, pushing you closer to his body. Resting one hand on his chest you finally leaned down to kiss him.

When your lips touched it felt like you entire body was on fire, and his whiskey flavored lips lit the match. As the kiss went on his hands roamed all over your body, as if he was trying to remember even the smallest details of your body.

You clothes were soon discarded but when Dean noticed you were left in just your bra and panty set he stopped completely. For a moment he didn’t say a word, truly taking you in. Dean then licked his lips, “ you’re even more beautiful than I ever thought possible”.

You bit your lip, his full attention too much for you. He placed a hand on your cheek, “You really are (y/n)”. Hearing him say your name like that drove you crazy, you wanted him so badly.

To let him know how you felt you kissed him again, knowing it would reassure him. As the kiss went on you felt Dean’s member press against you, and that alone made you moan his name.

When he heard you he bucked his hips towards you, needing you just as badly. He nearly begged into your ear, “ Say it again”. This side of Dean was something you only dreamed about, and having it be your reality made you soaking wet.

Before you could answer Dean slide your panties to the side and brushed your clit. It sent shivers down your spin, “ Dean please”. If your eyes weren’t closed you would’ve seen Dean grinning like a madman.

So many nights Dean had laid awake thinking about you in positions like this, coming undone right before him. He massaged your clit, “ That’s it princess, please what?”. If you weren’t so needy you would’ve cursed him for being so smug.

You looked down to him, “ Dean I need you to fuck me…please Dean”. Dean took off his own shorts, and completely took off your underwear. Slowly he undid your bra, and marveled at the sight of you completely naked.

He brought your body closer to his and sucked on your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple. It was a small area but the pleasure radiated throughout your entire body. With his other hand he massaged your clit again.

You were already getting close, “ Fuck me Dean…I need you”. He flicked his tongue over your nipple before bringing his mouth back up to yours. Dean passionately kissed you again, “Fuck you sound so good begging for me”.

You felt Dean pressing against your entrance, his eyes looking for any doubt in yours. You cupped his cheek, “ Dean I’m sure I love you so much”. His eyes lit up, “ I love you two (y/n)”. With that you felt him slowly enter inside of you, your walls stretching against him.

Adjusting to his size you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. With his hands on your hips Dean guided you, helping you pick up the pace. You both kept moaning, you’d both never felt something this intense before.

As you went faster Dean massaged your clit again, “ Shit (y/n) you feel so good”. Dean took his finger that had been rubbing your clit and licked it, groaning at the taste. Your jaw dropped and the only response you had was to moan.

You started to pick up the pace, needing more of him. You bounced up and down on Dean’s dick and he hit your g-spot each time. The sensation of him pulling out and entering you fully all too much.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, “ Fuck I’m so close”. You felt like your orgasm could hit at any second, “ Me two Dean”. Dean started giving his all into every thrust, and you did the same.

You moved your hips in a circular motion around him, becoming sloppier yourself. Dean massaged your clit even faster getting you closer and closer. He was grunting and cursing, “ Cum for me (y/n)…fuck..cum for me princess”.

His words turned you on even more, pushing you over the edge. When your orgasm hit your body was no longer on fire, but rather waves of pleasure washed of you. Wave after wave rippled through your entire body and your only response was to call out his name.

Dean did the same, and you felt him twitch inside you. As he was cumming all he did was moan your name. All he could process was you and the pleasure you were giving him. His orgasm shook through him.

When it was over you both were left panting, looking into eachothers eyes. Dean pulled out but you still straddled him. Sheepishly you asked, “ Well we’re cured..still love me?”. He laughed and moved to his side, pulling you with him again. Dean dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Always have, always will”.  

Sparkling Star of Hope: Recipe

Originally posted by radiodread

AKA Pink Twink. A wonderful twist on a Champagne Spritzer to serve to your cafe coworkers or your awful big brothers~💗 Perfect in this month of the Totty!! Yes, yes i know what you’re thinking, “But you already did one for him right Apollo!!??!” Well yes, but that was a hot drink so how about a cold one especially during these hot summer months!! Without further ado lets get to it!!

You will need: Korbel Sweet Rosé Champagne/Lemon-lime soda/Grenadine/Fresh strawberries/Pearl dust-gold/and a champagne flute! This recipe is less about measurements and more about estimations so no need for all that here!

Step one: Wash and chop up your strawberries! Try chopping them in different styles for some variety

Step two: Add your pearl dust, be generous

Step three: Add your strawberries!

Step four: Add your champagne, about 1/3 of the glass

Step five: Fill almost completely with the soda (see the shimmer? cute huh~?)

Step six: Finally add you’re Grenadine and some lovely aesthetics ™ and enjoy~!

Thanks for reading and happy drinking!!!

They’re kind of assholes - Superboy x Reader (Batsis)

This is kind of a part two of “You’re kind of an asshole”, the aftermath of it all. Like now, Conner and the reader (Batman’s daughter) professed their love for each other, and it’s not to everyone’s taste. Not to name anyone but…Bruce and Clark are not ok with this. Anyway, hope you’ll like it : 


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Batman was not happy. Not happy at all.

Superman either actually. 

They were both sitting at a table in the Watchtower’s common room, sulking and brooding (when Diana asked what was happening to Clark, as she was used to Broody Bruce, he just groaned in return and she kinda just understood that this was about you and the boy). With a scoff and a sip of his coffee, your father says : 

-This isn’t going to work.

-I know, it’s too weird. 

-I caught him in her room a few nights ago, God only know what would have happened if I didn’t came in when I did. 

-Oh please, no details. We’re talking about your daughter, whom I consider my dear niece, and my…clone. It’s just too weird ! 

-Yeah well you would be even more weirded out if you had caught them making out on her desk ! 

-Bruce, stop. Seriously. This is making me uncomfortable. 

-And you think I’m comfortable with this ? Because if you do you’re wrong. I hate it. It’s my little girl we’re talking about ! 

Diana, who was coming back from the coffee machine with a warm cup, cannot help herself and has to say : 

-You are aware that you’re daughter is an adult right ? And that when Dick started to date Barbara you didn’t say anything, even though she’s older than him. Or when Jason or Tim st…

-I know she’s an adult ! That’s the problem ! She’s growing up too fast ! And it’s not the same than with the boys…

Diana loses her amused grin, and with a very serious expression, stare at the Bat and says :

-Oh ? And how is it different ? Because she’s a girl you have to protect her more ? Or she can’t go out because of her sex ? By Hades Bruce I thought you were more open minded than that ! 

Your father just looks away and grumbles an answer no one understands. 

He knows it’s ridiculous. He knows he shouldn’t be worried, as he knows that Conner is a good man. He knows you’re an adult and are capable of taking your own decisions but…you’re also his little girl. And he doesn’t actually have a good excuse as to why he wants to protect you more dating wise than his sons…Even though Dick is the one that always end up falling in love way too fast and having his heart broke ! 

In front of him, Clark doesn’t hold Diana’s gaze either (neither him or Bruce would dare to, and besides, when she was annoyed like that, it was better to just look away and shut up), but he has the same thoughts than his friend. He wants to protect you, and for some reasons, deep down, he just can’t find the strength to trust Conner, even though the boy proved himself worthy multiple times…

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Sorry Not Sorry

Shawn Mendes x Reader




Word Count- 1539

Request/Summary- Hi is there any chance you could do a Shawn imagine where he wins an award and during his acceptance speech he thanks his wife and daughter who are at home and accidentally lets it slip that his wife is pregnant again (cause I feel this would be something the poor boy would do because he would be so excited to tell people ). Thank you

A/N- this is fucking adorable the second i read this request i could picture it in my head oh my god I’m so excited please enjoy, and guests whaaaattttt I’m taking it to the next level so anon, thank you very much

also this is the year 2024, so Shawn is 26, but his career is still thriving and he is a family man and he is sooooo happy

Good luck my darling I love you! Lydia is staying up to watch so you better win, but we will love you no matter what happens!, You shoot a quick text to Shawn as you turn on the TV. 

“Alright baby you can have one popsicle while we wait for daddy to come on okay?” You lean down to Lydia as she stands in front of the freezer. 

“Oh mama…” She sighs. 

“Yeah baby, what’s wrong?” You ask concerned. 

“Mama I’m confused.” She sighs once again. 

“About what Lyd?” You sit on the floor with your back on the fridge. 

“Mama, I want the orange popsicle for me, but I want the strawberry popsicle for daddy.” Lydia sighs, she is genuinely sad at her conflict. 

“Aw baby!” You laugh, “What do you mean you want a popsicle for daddy?”

“Well the orange popsicle is my favorite, but if I don’t eat the strawberry popsicle daddy will lose.” She begins to tear up, “And I don’t want daddy to lose…”

“Well how about this baby,” You begin, “You can have the orange popsicle and I will have the strawberry popsicle for daddy. How does that sound?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She pulls out the two popsicles and runs to the couch, “Well come one mama! We can’t miss daddy!”

You laugh as you shut the freezer door and walk over to the couch where your three year old daughter is sitting. She is wearing her pink fuzzy socks and her Sofia the First night gown. As soon as we sat down the host announced Shawn’s performance and we watched as he took the stage. 

“THAT’S MY DADDY!” Lydia screams as she gets up from the couch and stands about two feet from the TV. You watch as Shawn walks onto the stage with his guitar around his back. His collared shirt is fit perfectly to his lean body.

“Mama hold my popsicle!” Lydia shoves her popsicle into your grip. 

“Lyd…” You stare sternly at her. 

“Sorry mama… please hold my popsicle while I listen to daddy.” She says while flashing her puppy dog eyes. 

“That’s much better baby.” You kiss her cheek before she quickly turns back around to watch her dad. She dances in circles throughout the entire song and you have just about as much enjoyment watching her little curls bounce, as you do watching Shawn perform.

Lydia calms down shortly after he finishes performing and once his award is up you begin to get nervous. “And the award for song of the summer goes to…” The celebrity guest says into the microphone, “SHAWN MENDES!” 

“DADDY!” Lydia screams as a shot of a very happy Shawn pops up on the screen. The cameras follow him as he walks to the stage where he is supposed to accept his award. 

Shawn happily grasps the award as he runs his free hand through his hair. “Wow…um wow!” He begins, “I can’t believe it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I have two groups, I guess, of people to thank. Obviously my fans are everything to me. They brought me here and as cliche as it is, I genuinely wouldn’t be here without them. I also want to thank all of my friends, family, and loved ones that have supported me for the long run. Especially my little family. My daughter, Lydia, has changed my life forever and my wife, (Y/N) is my best friend. She is also superwoman because she is at home alone taking care of Lydia with another little one on the way, so (Y/N) thank you and I love you.”

Then he pauses. His face kind of goes blank as if he is trying to remember what he says and then he remembers that millions of people are watching him live right at that moment. A blush rises to his cheeks as he realizes what he just did.  A beautiful little secret that you and Shawn had kept to yourselves (with a lot of difficulty) had just been mistakenly revealed to the entire world and honestly… you couldn’t be more excited. You had told Shawn about your second pregnancy as soon as you found out, literally. As soon as you saw the three little positive marks on each of the pregnancy tests you ran right to the couch where your husband was relaxing. It was completely unexpected, but the perfect surprise. 

“Oh man, ohh I was not supposed to say that. (Y/N) I am so sorry that it came out this way!” He then turns to the side to give an I don’t know what to say face to Andrew who was standing to the left of the stage “Hi Lyd baby! Mommy and daddy haven’t gotten to tell you yet and daddy just ruined the surprise, but guess what? You’re going to be a big sister!” He gently leaned into the camera as if he was talking to his little girl face to face. 

“Alright I have already said way to much so I am going to just end with a simple, thank you.” He smiles and gave a quick wave and then rushes off the stage. 

You have the biggest smile on your face when your little girl turns around to look at you with her eyes and mouth wide open.

“Mama for real?” She asks.

“Yeah baby. Mama’s got a little brother or little sister in her tummy.” You place a hand on your lower stomach. Lydia walks up to you and points to your belly button when you pull your hand away. 

“Brother?” She asks in awe.

“Or a sister.” You smile. 

“Hello.” She presses her nose to your belly button. Your heart skips a beat and you only wish your husband was here to see this. “I think I love you.” She whispers her brother or sister. Lydia brings tears to your eyes. 

“Did daddy mess up?” She asks confused.

You immediately laugh before saying, “A little bit baby, but its okay. We were planning on finding a fun way to tell you together, but this was kind of fun right?”

“Mhmm!” She agrees. 

You have some explaining to do to a certain little girl! You text Shawn.  

He replies right away by saying, Can we FaceTime?

“Do you want to FaceTime daddy?” You ask Lydia. 

“Yes! Yes! I miss daddy!” She yells, “I want to show him my little brother!” It is obvious she wants a little brother. 

The phone only rings once before Shawn picks up and it is immediately obvious that he has found a quite corner backstage at the awards.

“Congratulations!” You and Lydia cheer once he picks up.

“I am so sorry!” He says first off, “I really didn’t mean to say that I was just nervous.”

“I know baby, I’m not mad at all.” You smile. 

“Wha-why?” He asks. 

“Because I love how excited you are and I don’t even care.” You laugh, “It’s perfect! I am however getting a lot of texts from friends and my mum is calling the house right now.”

“You can ignore that.” Shawn laughs. 

“Oh I’m planning on it.” You smile.

“I’m going to have a little brother!” Lydia cheers before doing  little happy dance.

“You think mommy has a little brother in her tummy?” Shawn asks.

“Oh yeah its a boy.” Lydia says with confidence. 

“Can you give the baby a kiss for me?” Shawn asks. His smile grows even wider as he watches his little girl kiss his wife stomach. 

“Do you want to tell daddy what you said to the baby a few minutes ago?” You ask Lydia as you brush your fingers through her hair.

“I said I think I love you.” She smiles to her daddy. You nod in the background to let him know that beautiful moment really did happen. 

“Well I know I love you and I know I love mommy and I know I love the little baby growing in mommy’s belly.” Shawn smiles, “I have to go, but I can’t wait to come home and you Lyd. I love you baby girl.” Shawn blows a kiss and Lydia returns a more sloppy but equally as loving kiss to Shawn. She then marches out of the screen to wait for you to help her brush her teeth. 

“Thank you for being so good about this.” Shawn praises.

“Always. I honestly love how it happened.” You laugh, “You will be all over the internet tomorrow though!”

“Oh I am already trending on twitter!” Shawn sighs. 

“I have to go help Lyd, I can’t wait to see you.” 

“I love you beautiful.” Shawn smiles, “Take good care of yourself please, you’ve got my kid in there.” He pretends to be stern. 

“Oh I will.” You laugh, “Be safe and come home soon, I love you!” 

“I love you more!” 


Originally posted by y-ta

You and Taeyong have been dating secretly for the past 3 months or so. You and him decided that you won’t tell anyone yet until your relationship has completely settled. Taeil was close to finding out about your relationship however you quickly covered it up pretty well. Even your little brother Donghyuck.

Taeyong asked you out on a date. He planned that you would both just chill in the practice room that day since he would be the only one practicing because its a day off for the rest of the members. You decided to surprise him by making him some snack to eat while you were there. You also charged your laptop so that you can watch a movie as you ate. You started getting ready around 5, you dressed in dark jeans and a sweater that said nirvana on it and lastly tied your hair up in a bun and wore a mask. You grabbed the keys to your apartment and the bag filled with snacks and your laptop and took of.

When you arrived you clicked the elevator button and pressed the floor number of NCTs practice room. You waited until the elevator arrived and entered slowly the practice room where you found Taeyong dancing to FireTruck. He looked hot. After the song ended he was panting and still didn’t notice you there so you decided to scare him “hey i know you are dating y/n”. His eyes popped out of their sockets. When he noticed it was you he started laughing “you scared me!! Whats that in your hand?” Taeyong asked you while slowly approaching you “its snacks and my laptop, we can watch a movie and eat” you gave Taeyong a big smile as you answered him. He looked pleased with your idea. “Ill go grab us some blankets from the office”

You waited for Taeyong to come, whilst you were waiting you laid the snacks out and chose the movie “Beauty and the Beast” since it just came out. Taeyong entered the practice room while carrying a set of blankets. He laid them on the ground and patted the ground next to him signaling you to sit next to him. You moved closer to him and he suddenly pulled you into a embrace. Your cheeks flushed beet red since he doesn’t usually show you this kind of affection. You snuggled up closer to him while he slowly started stroking your hair “one day i will be able to this to you whenever i feel like it” and he kissed your hair. You hugged him tighter and before you knew it you both fell asleep.

Your eyes fluttered open and you saw that Taeyong was still sleeping, you looked in front of you and saw Donghyuck frozen with his mouth hitting the floor. You quickly stood up surprised and shocked that he was there. He looked at you as if he had found gold. “O M G I CANT BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING RIGHT NOW IS THIS TRUE” as Donghyuck yelled Taeyong shot up from his sleep. “Donghyuck its not what you think it..” Taeyong started but got cut of by Donghyuck “HYUNG I KNOW WHAT THIS IS. YOU ARE WATCHING BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AND YOU HAVE SNACKS. AND THE WORST PART IS..YOU FORGOT TO INVITE ME” you and Taeyong stood there in awe at your little brother logic. Taeyong burst out laughing while you were thinking why you had such a brother. “You can join us” Taeyong stated. And Donghyuck just sat down in between both of you with a huge smile on his face, he grabbed the popcorn you had bought and started eating it as if it was only his. “Okay lets start the movie. What are you waiting for?” You and Taeyong looked at eachother and shrugged as Donghyuck clicked the start button.

Mr. Blue-Eyes

Summary: Did I ever tell you about the good looking guy I met on the train? No? Well, gather around children. Imma tell y’all an embarrassing story that actually happened as described in this little one shot. Except the good looking guy wasn’t actually Bucky. But a girl can dream, right? (In case anyone understands German, my friend showed me this song by Cro after telling her my story. It fits perfectly.)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (AU)

Warnings: Clumsiness, general awkwardness, shy reader, smirking Bucky

Words: 1502

A/N: This is unedited and only written for fun. There will be mistakes and they are all my own. I just wanted to tell a silly story from my life in hopes of making my friends smile. @buckyywiththegoodhair , @bovaria , @brighterlights , @winchestersnco

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

It is a typical Thursday. You are on your way to your parents’ house for a long weekend away from the stress university provided to a weekend filled with family. It is your aunt’s birthday on Saturday, which means the whole family is gathering for coffee and cake in the afternoon and a BBQ in the evening. You could look forward to a day filled with your uncle’s questionable worldviews, your grandma’s constant nagging about finding a husband and having children and your brother-in-law’s general awfulness. Nonetheless, you do look forward to getting away for a couple of days so you pack your bag on Thursday morning and leave your place to go on the three hour train ride to your hometown.  

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lonesomezen  asked:

RFA discovering MC is actually in middle school (so no romance writing at all for you friendo)

Oh boy lemme tell ya I’m only a freshman but my goodness did I hate middle school and i was such a weird kid all through my preteens oml

-You’re so adorable!!!!!
-But.. a little twelve year old is being kept in Rika’s apartment…?
-Fucking V
-He’s going to blame V of course
-Lots of angry texts to him
-Yoosung is determined to be your new older brother because aw
-He’ll help you with school because he’s actually a genius
-And he’ll play video games with you
-He is sort of a hypocrite
-“___, have you done homework yet? No playing around until you do your homework.”
-“Have you done your homework, Yoosung?
-”…Never mind, you can play.“

-To whom it may concern please disregard everything I’ve said to you signed Hyun Ryu
-How could he be saying so much suggestive shit to a twelve year old???
-He cannot forgive himself
-He’s such a wolf and he’s so ashamed
-You can expect 999+ apologies from this poor boy
-He tells Seven to call your parents since he would be able to find their number
-12/10 protective older brother
-You think he’s protective of MC in game, you haven’t seen how protective he is over a smol middle schooler
-Your support means the world to him
-You’re like a little cheerleader for him and he finds it so adorable
-He still calls you cute all the time but he doesn’t mean it in a flirty way obviously
-Will demand the apartment’s address even before the whole bomb situation because hello there is a child all alone in an abandoned apartment

-Why are we not helping this child escape Rika’s apartment? Why are we not calling authorities?
-Mama Jaehee is so worried about this child
-I mean they are being held in an apartment with a hacker on the loose while also having to deal with the RFA
-Jaehee calls their parents and tells them all that’s happening
-Your parents are like “wtf you kidnapped my child??”
-So she has to explain again that it was a hacker and your child is very gullible
-But, she treats making sure you’re alright as top priority until she can figure things out with your angry parents
-They almost called the cops on her, poor Jaehee
-She does think of you as a younger sister/brother when you start being so kind to her
-You became friends very quickly

-A child shouldn’t be put in charge of a party
-That’s ridiculous
-Oh yeah also is this legal?
-Jumin is the one to think about all the technical things before worrying about anything else
-But really, is this legal?
-He didn’t really want anything to do with you at first
-But you were so mature? And reasonable? We was really surprised and impressed that a twelve year old kid had this level of maturity??
-So he definitely liked you
-You also like Elizabeth which is +1,000 Jumin points
-He checks in the messenger often just to make sure you’re doing well

-You two get along instantly because you share the same sense of humor
-But at first
-He almost had a heart attack when he checked the cameras and the mysterious new member was a middle school kid
-He definitely contacts your parents and begs them not to call the cops
-He actually goes to Rika’s apartment on day one to babysit you
-I mean how could he just let a kid stay all alone?
-You guys bond so quickly over the few days you’re there
-Some how he successfully convinced your parents not to press charges
-He does lecture you over stranger danger when he shows up because why did you listen to the stranger telling you to go break into an apartment??

-Oh no
-He feels so guilty
-It’s his fault a child was brought into this mess
-He is constantly apologizing to everyone in the chatroom, especially Yoosung who keeps yelling at him
-He promises that he will fix everything right away and get you home as soon as possible
-Suddenly, he visits the messenger at least twice a day
-He has to make sure you are safe and taken care of
-Did I mention he apologizes a lot?
-Because he apologizes a lot
-Your parents don’t press charges because of how genuine and honest V was when he explained what happened to you
-He is also like a mom big brother to you
-You even become friends and it’s really adorable to everyone in the RFA
-Anyone who doesn’t know you both would think he’s your dad which is pretty great

-Oh would you look at that
-This is the child I manipulated into being held in an apartment for 11 days before attempting to force them into a religious cult that I at the time was under the influence of
-I’m sorry
-He avoids you because he feels guilty when he’s around you and he hates that sinking feeling in his chest
-It takes months and months before he can hold an actual conversation with you
-But it turns out he actually thinks you’re a good kid?
-You’re not annoying and loud like Saeyoung so that’s a plus
-He’s very “ew get away from me child” towards you at first
-But you grow on him
-Slowly he gets comfortable around you and he treats you normally
-He actually becomes a protective brother??? Who would’ve thought????


Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Sister!Reader

Request: “ Would you be willing to take a request for being Steve’s twin sister and dating Jonathan? Maybe Steve finding out about the relationship, a bit of angst with a happy ending? “

Word count: 1.541

Posted: 14th of November 2017

A/N: It’s my second Steve imagine and I am so happy that I received too many notes in the other one. Thank you so much, guys! I hope that you enjoy every imagine that I write. 

Anyway, thank you for requesting this. I really had fun and I wish I would have an overprotective brother like him. 

P.S.: I love Steve so much that it hurts! 

- G. x

“Bye, Jonathan!” You sweetly greeted your boyfriend right after you gave him a quick peck on his red lips.

It was already late and the street was empty and dark, but you still wouldn’t let Jonathan walk you to your house’s front door. It was not because you were ashamed of him or of dating him, but because you knew that your twin brother, Steve, would be furious if he ever found your relationship out.

“Bye, (Y/N).” His face was enlightened with his most beautiful smile. “Have a good night.”

“I will.” You nodded as you caressed his cheek with your thumb. “Please drive safely, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I will.” He grabbed the hand that rested on his face and squeezed it gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You sweetly responded and you both leant in to close the gap between the two of you with a passionate kiss.

It was hard to leave him, because you loved spending time with him. You had a strong bond, also because you shared same hobbies and ambitions. You also had a great confidence, that let you talk about everything without any problems.

“Bye!” You waved as soon as you got out of his car and you quietly ran towards your front door. Jonathan started his car once he assured himself that you got home safe.

You silently twisted your keys, hoping that no one would notice your presence. Your house was spacious enough and you thought that no one would hear you if they were already staying in their rooms on the second floor.

“So,” Your brother popped up in front of you as you closed the door behind you. “is Jonathan your boyfriend now?”

“Jesus, Steve!” Your eyes grew wide in shock and you even held your chest as you thought that your heart was about to come out. “Why are you still up?”

“Answer my question first!” He fiercely asked, slowly corrugating his forehead. You rolled your eyes when you noticed that he was trying to make an eye contact. He was serious and he demanded you to answer his question.

“Stop it, Steve!” You walked past him and you took the stairs, making your way to your room. “Mind your own business.”

“This is my business, (Y/N)!” He shouted, surely waking your parents up. You were frightened of your brother’s actions, also because he has never acted in this way in the past. “Don’t worry, they are not home yet.”

You shrugged your shoulders, telling him that you weren’t afraid for them, but for him. “Stop acting like them, Steve!” You started walking once again and, obviously, your brother nonchalantly followed you.

“So, is he?” He insisted. You turned your room’s lights on before carelessly plopping yourself on your comfortable and beloved bed.

“If I say no, would you ever believe me?” You bravely challenged him. You were being annoying and sarcastic, but Steve would never leave you until he obtained an answer from you. He was determined to know everything about your relationship with Jonathan.

“No!” He answered as he stood under your doorway. You unleashed a long and heavy sigh since you were already tired of dealing with your brother.

“Exactly!” You rolled your eyes in response. You saw him walking inside the room and sat beside you.

“I saw you kissing him, (Y/N)! Of course, I would never believe you if you have ever said no.” He pointed out, making you blush a little at the thought of the kiss. You weren’t good at hiding things and you already knew what would happen next: Steve furiously blabbering about your relationship with Jonathan.

“Then why ask, Steve!?” You sassily fired back. He crossed his arms as he turned his body towards your direction to face you without any problems.

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” He was offended, he really was. You have always told him everything about your life, but the most important thing slipped your mind. Not really, because the real reason was you were afraid of how he would react, just like what was happening. You comprehended, though, why he was acting in that way- He was your only sibling and you always understood each other, mostly when it came to violating your parents rules. He has always protected you from everything, standing up and staying beside you when you needed him the most.

“Because I knew that this would happen!” You answered once you broke your deep thought. You took your forces to sit once again so you could consider Steve’s hazel coloured eyes. “I knew that you would freak out.”

“I have the right to freak out!” He arrogantly announced. “I am your big brother and I should know what is happening with you, I should look after you.”

“Well, my dear Steve, you are just ten minutes older than me and it doesn’t matter if I am a girl, I am aware of how to take care of myself.” You sarcastically said, annoying your brother even more. He pinched your nose, since he was already full of your trash, obviously vexed because of how you were acting.

“You are still my sister, (Y/N)!” He angrily shouted, being the protective brother that he was. “I need to know that you are safe, that you are in a good company!”

“Steve, you know who Jonathan is. He is cool and a gentleman. He would never hurt me, not even with a flower. Stop being an overprotective one, because I obviously don’t need you to live my life in a peaceful way!” You blurted out, shouting some awful things to your brother as you were fed up of his actions. He shot you a death glare and he opened his mouth to tell you something, but quickly closed it as no words came out.

An awkward silence has been created between the two of you. You exaggerated and you hurt him with your words. You loved him so much, but he was too overprotective, stressing your nerves more than your parents did. You needed him, you have always needed him and you didn’t mean to spit those words out of your mouth, you spat them as if they were a deathly venom in your mouth.

“Steve,” You murmured, slowly turning yourself towards his gaze. You considered his upset eyes but he quickly looked away. “sorry.”

“I get it, (Y/N). It’s fine.” He coldly responded, slowly nodding as he processed your words in his brain. “I’m sorry for being overprotective.”

You stayed in silence once again. The room was quiet and peaceful, but there was a tension between the two of you. The atmosphere wasn’t bearable as you started to feel guilty. You hurt him.

“Are you happy with him?” It was his turn to murmur and you nodded in response. You were really happy with Jonathan and you could never deny that. “Then I am also happy for you.”

“Steve, stop it.” You grabbed his arm, slowly turning his body towards your direction. He looked like a sniveling dog, offended and unloved. “I didn’t mean to tell you those things, okay? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He flashed you his sweetest smile. He was calmer than before and you thought that he was just tricking you. “I know how much pressure I gave you, I just wanted to know that you are safe. I didn’t want for you to get a boyfriend, also because you are my baby sister. You are still my little princess, nevertheless our age difference isn’t that far. Yes, ten minutes isn’t that far.”

You slowly tortured your lower lip as you felt guilty. “I’m really sorry, Steve.” You sincerely apologized.

“It’s fine, really. As long as you are happy, then I am happy. But remember that he better not touch you nor hurt you, because I will break his bones if ever.” He cheerfully blurted out, slowly having a little smirk as he thought of the eldest son of the Byers.

“Thank you, Steve.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he caressed your cheek with his hand. “Please don’t take my words seriously, I obviously need you. I always did and I always will. I am still your princess, your keeper. Don’t worry about Jonathan, he will never take your sister away from you.” You sweetly and gently mumbled. “We are a team here, right?”

“Right,” He let out some soft chuckles as he forgot of Jonathan. He shook his thoughts off once you assured him that you would never leave him. “because I need you too.”

“I know, Steve Harrington!” You giggled and he just shook his head for your modesty. He slowly wrapped his muscular arms around you, pulling your body closer to him, and you shared an affectionate hug.

“Peace?” Steve curiously asked. You let out a loud laugh as you found your brother’s actions dorky.

Siblings usually had this abnormal way of living: sometimes you would be a team, you would be inseparable, you would be affectionate and sweet and most times you would fight over the most nonsense stuffs, but it was one of the most beautiful things of being siblings: to fight and make up right after.


‘This was never right.’ Fp Jones x Reader One Shot (Part 1)

You’re Archie’s older sister, your little brother has decided to throw a birthday party for his best friend, Jughead. Under your supervision you allow it, that’s until the whole of his grade turns up and it gets out of control. You’re left nothing else to do than clean up after everyone and look after your drunk arse brother, but that’s until a very familiar face shows up and your priorities are soon conflicted…

WORD COUNT - 2,000+
A/N - So since Riverdale has come back for season 2, I’ve really wanted to get back into writing some Fp Jones one shots. And I had this idea in my mind, so wanted to get it up for all of you. It’s going to be a short series. Probably 2 or 3 parts. But here is part 1 for you to enjoy as of now. Next part will be up very soon! 

You had been sat up in your room on your bed, the door tightly shut and the curtains drawn. Your cell phone was on the bed beside you, your laptop sat on your lap as you scrolled through a job board site, your job search for a college drop out since the summer had been unsuccessful so far.

Now here you were all alone on a Friday night, whilst your brother was downstairs with his friends having a birthday party, which you were in charge of since your Dad was out of town visiting your Mom to finalise their divorce. 

Everything had been too hard recently. Your Dad’s business was going down. Your Mom was living miles away and you missed her more than anything. You  had dropped out of college after a year, not enjoying your studies and a little depressed. 

In an ideal world, the last thing you wanted to be doing was staying in all weekend. If it had been the summer still, you would have been sneaking out of your window and heading out for the rest of the night with your friends.

But now your Dad was out of town and you were on Archie watch, it was out of question that you could escape so easily this time round. And you definitely knew you weren’t going anywhere when you heard the sound of a large rowdy crowd coming from outside your bedroom window.

Frowning in confusion, you took your laptop off your lap and quickly hurried over to see what all the commotion was.

Your eyes widened slightly, a frustrated feeling washing over you when you saw the group of teenagers now stood outside your house, everyone dressed ready to party, some holding keggers and various alcoholic drinks, whilst others had a music system. 

Pushing your curtains back shut in annoyance, you quickly went over to your bedroom door and opened it up, going over to the top of the stairs, ready to have a massive word with your brother about inviting so many people.

Dad was going to kill him if he found out Archie had thrown such a massive party. It was like the whole high school had shown up on your doorstep. You had agreed to a small gathering between friends with a couple of drinks.

Archie and you had both agreed he or none of his friends would be getting drunk. She really did not want to have to deal with or even see her brother drunk, let alone his friends also.

But now by the looks of it, they were all going to be in a merry way by the end of the night if you didn’t do something about it.

But as you reached the top of the stairs, you saw the teenagers now coming through into your home, moving through into the living space and into the kitchen, Archie joining after the gang and Jughead storming away, whilst Betty and Veronica, Archie’s other friends stood there slightly pissed.

At least you weren’t the only one raging right now.

Storming down the stairs, you ignored the teenagers eye boggling you for being dressed in a pair of short cotton pyjama shorts and a tank top, your comfy clothes you wore around the house and to bed, not running after your idiotic brother.

You began to push through groups of people, who were now setting up the drinks and music, some already dancing to the music that was being blasted through speakers, which was certainly going to piss off the neighbours and leave her in trouble.

It had been around 10 minutes since everyone had crashed what was suppose to be a small party, when you finally located your brother outside, heading towards the garage.

“Archie! Archie! ” You called, seeing the guy quickening his pace, like he was looking for something or even someone, but completely ignoring your calls over the music, “Archie! For god sake..”

You followed him through into the garage with a pissed off expression, he quickly turned around when he finally heard you and also noticed your presences, a worried look coming across his face before he turned back to Jughead.

“Archie, what the hell..” You began to say, but Archie quickly cut you off.

“Dude, Valerie just got here,” Archie said to his best friend, who was sat on an old armchair next to your dog, Vegas, looking just as annoyed as you were, “you think she wants me back?”

“Seriously..” You murmured under your breath, how ignorant your brother was being right now to ignore you when he was in so much trouble.

“Archie, as my blood-brother, it was your sole responsibility to ensure that something like this never happened on my birthday.” Jughead answered him.

“And I also trusted you, Archie, to not let something like this happen,” You spat at him in anger, “when did I agree that all of these people could come over?”

“(y/n), I’m sorry, they just showed up..” Archie tried to apologise to you.

“Get rid of them, Archie!” You tried to tell him.

“I can’t..”

“Yes you can. You go back out there and sort it. Or I’m calling Dad.” You threatened him, not in the mood to be messed around.

“Please, (y/n, let it be for just one night. It’s Jugheads birthday. It was Betty’s idea to throw this party. I need this. With Mom and Dad..” Archie tried to reason with you, as he brought up a touchy subject.

“This is so not me..” Jughead tried to tell them both in defence.

He knew not to mess with Archie’s sister. And this was definitely one of these times.

“It doesn’t matter, Jughead. You’re her boyfriend now.” Archie reminded him.

“What does that mean?” Jughead asked in confusion.

“Yeah, Archie, what does that mean?” You gave him a glare and crossed your arms, tired of this teen drama.

You just wanted to get back to your own life and not be running around worrying about how drunk these teenagers were going to get, how much they would destroy your home and how much your Dad was going to kill you both when he got back.

“It means you’re getting your birthday party whether you want one or not,” Archie answered him, before turning to look at him, “and (y/n), you’re letting us have this party. Please..”

You were moments away from shutting him down again, not wanting to listen to his so called attempts to make you change your mind about him having this party in the first place, when the door of the garage opened back up with the sound of several knocks coming from it and a familiar face entered the room.

“Dad, hey.” Jughead quickly hopped out of his chair to greet his Dad.

A look of surprise came over the boys face, whilst an uneasy and uncomfortable one flooded yours. You didn’t know where to look or if it was even right to look where you so desperately wanted to.

Even by catching a glimpse at this man, you felt your stomach begin to churn. He was dressed in his usual attire, a navy blue and white plaid shirt, with a grey t-shirt underneath it and his famous blue jeans hung on his hips.

A present sat in his hand, the present that was meant for his son, the same son that was best friends to your little brother, which was just another awful reminder of how much you had messed up since coming back to town from college.

Upon seeing you stood beside your brother, Fp turned his head to look at you slightly, also catching a glimpse whilst he could, without it looking like he had been staring for too long.

It had been weeks since the last time you had seen each other. So much had happened within that time. But it was nothing compared to what had happened since you last crossed paths.

“Happy birthday, Jughead.” Fp said getting back to the real reason as to why he was here and it wasn’t to see you.

He had been hoping you would have been out for the night and not around your brother and his son. But Fp should have known Fred would have left you in charge.

“How are you, Mr Jones?” Archie asked him.

“Happy to be here,” Fp said his eyes flickering to you for a moment, his manner awkward and you both knew exactly why, because you were feeling a horrible thick tension too, “celebrating with my son,”

Fp turned his head round to the window slightly, trying to look away from you, but with you purposely watching him, almost like waiting for him to catch another glance at you or even to slip up, you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“Didn’t realise you had so many friends.” He remarked at the noise coming from outside and the house.

“I don’t,” Jughead was quick to correct him, before he said, “fair warning, aside from (y/n), you’re the only adult here.”

“So I gather,” Fp finally flickered his eyes back onto you, giving you a knowing look, before he held the present up in his hand, “where can I put this?”

Frowning back at him slightly, wondering what he was trying to get at, you watched him take a little step back towards the door as Archie answered, “there’s a table in the den..”

“I could show you.” You found yourself suggesting, almost hopeful you could end up alone together and that had been why he had given you such a look.

Fp slowly nodded back at you, taken back a little at first you had been so eager to come with him, but before he could leave, Jughead asked him, “Did Betty call you?”

“Yeah, she came by too,” Fp responded, as you began to make your way over to the door, “she know’s what she wants, that one,”

You pulled open the door and stepped back out into the back yard, as Fp gave one last look at Jughead for the time being and said, “I’ll be back.”

The two of you walked in silence back inside your house, ignoring the looks from the teenagers around you, as they continued to consume their booze and dance the night away.

Once you got back inside, you headed towards the present table, that was located in the small den on the ground floor of your home. Thankfully no one was inside when the two of you entered, so it meant you two could have that much needed conversation.

Laying the present down onto the table with the others, Fp turned back round to where you were near an arm chair in the corner, your arms still folded as you stood in your pyjamas still.

The tension was thick in the room. It was awkward and uneasy. The two of you not really knowing how to go about this, but both of you knowing it had to be done, otherwise you would never move on from it.

“I thought you’d be out tonight..” He broke the silence between the two of you.

“Why?” You raised your brows up at him, your tone dry as you said, “would you have not come if you had known I would have been here?”

“It’s my son’s birthday.”

“So? If it wasn’t for Betty inviting you, then you probably wouldn’t have made the effort to turn up, right?” You pointed out to him.

You couldn’t help but be a little bitchy towards him right now. The tension in the room was getting to you and the fact Fp was acting so weird with you also was bringing up way too many different feelings you just wanted to push out.

“I don’t have time for this..” Fp wasn’t going to listen to you drag him down further than he already felt regarding his relationship with his son.

He was moments away from slipping out of the door, when you grabbed hold of his elbow and stopped him from going any further, “You can’t hide from me, Fp. You might have been able to slide my calls and texts for weeks now, and done everything you could to not see me, but this ends tonight. You can’t run away anymore.”

“You’re the one who left, (y/n),” Fp pulled back from you, his eyes never leaving your face though, as the two of you stood close to each other, “I didn’t tell you to go.”

“I had to go, Fp. I didn’t have a choice. If I had stayed, then god knows what else would have happened that night!” You argued back.

This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t just your fault. None of this was. It was both of your faults for even getting into this mess in the first place.

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation right now if that was the case.” He responded.

“And we wouldn’t even be talking like this if you hadn’t took me home that day.” You shot back.

“I was not leaving you there by yourself. You could have..” Fp was about to bring it up, the event that had got you two being so close in the first place, what he had started everything off.

“Could have what?” Your eyes searched his, as he cursed under his breath and huffed loudly.

Turning away from you, Fp ran his hands over his face in distress and tried to calm himself down. He wouldn’t let himself crumble right here and right now, with teenagers just outside the door, his son on the property and you stood there, waiting for him to just slip up and let it out.

“Fp..” You began to say, you so badly wanted to go over there and touch him, to hold him and assure him it was alright now, but you couldn’t.

It wasn’t right.

But just seeing Fp react the way he was to what happened that day, the day that had brought you two closer, it was enough to make you realise that he did still care about you, that how you felt wasn’t just one sided anymore, he still cared.

“You told me that night, that you couldn’t care anymore, that whatever had happened had to stop, and I agreed with you. But you said one more night, if that, as a goodbye,” You began to retell what had drove them away, to be apart for this long, “and I was going to agree to it, but then you started to act weird and wouldn’t tell me what was going on..”

“I didn’t have a choice!” He spun back round to face you, angry at this whole situation and how crap he had treated you that night, “just like you. I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t tell you..”

“Tell me what? You’re here now and whatever it is that happened it’s over, so you can tell me now!” You exclaimed, keeping your own anger at bay.

“I can’t. Because it’s not over..” Fp shook his head, trying to calm his breathing, he hated getting angry in front of you, “it will never be over. I have no control over it. But this,” he motioned between the two of you, “I do have control over.”

“Then why aren’t you using it to your advantage? Why are you pushing it out?” You stepped back over to him, your eyes looking up at his, “Why are you pushing me out?”

“Because..” He looked back down at you and he so desperately wanted to brush the hair away from your face, he so desperately wanted to take your hand and get the hell out of there together, but he couldn’t, “this was never right.”

“But it’s not wrong either..” You tried to reason with him over this, they had argued way too many times about it and you were tired, it had been the reason you had given in and walked away, but now Fp was back here, stood in front of you in the flesh, it was bringing everything back, “I’m not a kid anymore, Fp. I’m 19 years old, I’ll be 20 in the new year.”

“You’re my friends daughter, (y/n). I have a wife and two children who  need me. I can’t be running off with some girl..”

“Some girl, hey?” You backed away from him in offence, hurt by his statement.

You truly had believed you meant more to him than that. How foolish could you have been.