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Summary: Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore when the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?

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(Sooooo, I’m watching Riverdale and my feels about Bughead are over the moon!! And now that we learnt some bits and pieces about his life and that he doesn’t have a house anymore (my heart is broken, I just love Jughead) I had no other choice but to write this, hope you all like guys!!!)

Jughead knew the routine by now. Scrunched down and trying to make his trademark combat boots as soundless as possible, the raven haired boy cautiously popped his head from the corner he was hiding, icy blue eyes scanning the empty corridor in from of him. A quarter to nine, the great clock over the entrance of Riverdale High informed him and he slightly frowned, biting anxiously on his down lip and drumming his slender fingers on the tiled wall next to him in anticipation. Radio commercials along with the icky sound of track soles stepping on wet floor could be heard faintly inside the now lifeless school building, a tell-tale sign that his misery for the day will soon be over and Jughead could be nothing but relieved about it. He was tired and even more so mentally tired, with all the small town drama and its joke of residents as well as his spiraling thoughts about his novel and the newfound reality he had to adjust to, that being his current situation of well, yeah, being homeless, plus the here and there thoughts about a certain girl next door, a girl he knew all his life and a girl he always knew belonged to his best friend, that lately seemed to invade his mind an awful more lot. Yeah, Jughead needed a place to lie down, even if that was the dusty floor of the Blue & Gold.

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Prompt Set #1 for 8000 Followers

1.) “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to find my son!”

2.) “What do you think happened here?”
“Don’t ask me that question.”

3.) “Wheres the flamethrower?”

4.)“Trust me, I’m just as clueless as you are.”

5.) “You think you can just steal from me, boy?”

6.) “This shit just keep getting weirder.”
“Lets just keep going.”

7.) “What did I just say? One at a damn time.”

8.) “Why do I even try with you? Sometimes I just wish…”

9.) “Anybody home?”
“What’s the password?”

10.) “You don’t have many friends do you?”
“Never felt the need to make any.”

11.) “Who names their child after a number?”
“I think you’re missing the point here.”

12.) “We’re running low on time.”
“Time doesn’t exist.”

13.) You live in a Utopian society, but the problems aren’t with the structure of the society, but at home. Perhaps your grandmother is dying of old age and she’s the last living relative that you know in your family. Maybe despite the peacefulness of life you wish for a thrill. Maybe you struggle with loneliness as your only friend is the robotic servent who practically raised you by itself. Maybe life is as good as it gets and the story is just about you enjoying the protection and peace that your life encompasses.

14.) “Man, I almost feel bad for ruining your life.”

15.) “Do whatever you want. This is the only life you’re going to get so you might as well live it the only way you can.“

16.) “It’s just as our parents taught us. We do what we can with what we have. And if we can’t do anything or if we don't​ have anything then we keep trying. That’s how this works.”

17.) “Stop questioning me and do what I say!”

18.) “This won’t end well.”
“Don’t jinx us.”

19.) “Put the fork down and we can all walk away from this peacefully.”

20.) “Your ignorance knows no bounds.”

21.) “I am five hundred years too old for this shit.”
“And yet you don’t look a day over two hundred.”
“Stop trying to butter me up.”

22.) “I trust only what I can see.”
“If so, then you are only limiting yourself to an extremely narrow view of life.”

23.) “Just be open. That is one of the many ways.”
“Can you tell me another way because I don’t understand what that means.”

24.) “So let me get this straight. We’re about to ask a princess to help us?”
“Technically she’s the Queen, but yeah, that’s the plan.”
“How are we about to do that smart guy?”
“She owes me a favor.”

25.) “I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here.”

26.) “Never trust a Shadow Elf.”
“What’s the difference between a Shadow Elf and a Dark Elf.”

27.) “You don’t really have a clear definition of who your dad really was. Let me explain.”

28.) “Everything is at random. Everything is random. Maybe that’s all we needed to know.”

29.) “Do you think we should trust her word for it? I really don’t want to go back to the estate bound and gagged simply because you gained a moment of conscious.”

30.) “Normally I’d agree, but I’ve seen what she can do. Trust me, it isn’t pretty.”

31.) “I can’t think of a better way for me to die than in your arms.”

32.) “You got me into this mess. You get me out.”

33.) “Trusting you seems to be a double edged sword and I have terrible luck.”

34.) “Remember what I did to your poor maid. You don’t want to end up like that do you?”

35.) “I made a gamble. Only time will tell if I made the right choice.”

36.) Write a store about two students. Person A appears to be the outgoing type but they’re really introverted and Person B is a mute, but one who chooses not to speak. The two meet by chance one day at Person A’s job.

37.) “Fuck that, I’m not giving you anymore money.”

38.) “Hey, did you eat the last of the pizza?”
“Why are you lying?”

39.) “You really should stop drinking soda.”
“You really need to stop telling me how to live my life.”

40.) “I understand your anger but that doesn’t mean you had to kick my car.”

41.) “Let me take a hit of that.”
“You sure? I thought you had a drug test later this week?”
“My mom just died, Matt. The last thing I’m thinking about is my job.”

42.) “Welcome to the Soul Plane.”
“Doesn’t look like much.”
“Thats because you don’t have much of a soul. Or maybe you just don’t believe.”

43.) “You saved me, Milord. I don't​ understand.”
“When I saw you. I saw the eyes of my grandfather. Those were eyes of pure kindness and compassion. You did not commit that crime.”

44.) You are the victim of a gruesome vampire prank which results of you being unaware of your new state. You work at night and sleep most of the day so the vampire is anticipating your demise. New Vamps can still eat regular food but it's​ no longer has the nutritional properties it used too. The longer newbies go without blood the more irritable and at worse cases, feral they become. One day your boss asks you to work someone else’s shift as they failed to show up to work. Needing the extra money you accept and leave just before sun rises. As you're​ walking home you decide to watch the sunrise, cue you bursting into flames for an agonizing period of time. Luckily someone, maybe another vampire or different monster, saves you by pulling you into an alley.

45.) “Here, can you hold her for me? Make sure not to wake her up. She gets really angry when someone other than me is holding her.”
“Then why did you give her to me?”

46.) “Trust me. I wanna quit too, but having to see her heart break because we couldn’t complete our job is not on my bucket list.”

47.) “Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I don’t have other ways of finding you.”

48.) “The moon isn’t what you think it is.”
“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve had this conversation.”

49.) You are in the process of exploring a dirlect temple on the outskirts of your town. You used to explore here when you were younger​ but after years of mentally sketching the temple down in your mind you notice one day that in the basement there is a blood red mirror that wasn’t always there.

50.) One day while laying on the beach watching the sunset in the distance you see something too big to comprehend brushed across the surface of the water. You stand up in shock and look around to see if anyone else saw. Out of the few people who on the beach you spot a few others who look as though they saw what you saw.

Blow the bridge to the past
Wipe the fingerprints
Melt your heart encased in wax
Steal it with a kiss

Our fate engraved
Scar enslaved
As we mutually destruct
Repose, my love, I’ve sinned enough for the both of us

In the name of love…

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones

Eternally yours
Eternally yours

I feed like you taught me and selflessly swallow
We coalesce in darkness, so selfishly hollow
Examine the wreckage
Writhing in tempo
Invisible anguish casting a shadow

And in the name of love…

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones

Eternally yours
Eternally yours

As we rest in pieces, though I know not your name
I would suffer forever to absolve all your pain

And in the name of love…

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones

I’m ready to bleed to make amends
And sleep in this dirt we call our bed
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To fall and rewrite the bitter end

Eternally yours
Eternally yours
Eternally yours
Eternally yours
Eternally yours

I’m more than willing to rot in hell with you

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones

I’m ready to bleed to make amends
And sleep in this dirt we call our bed
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To fall and rewrite the bitter end

Eternally yours

—  Eternally Yours: Motionless In White

kawaiiusagichansan  asked:

How-do-you-do Sin! I was wondering if could possibly do an imagine on Newt receiving different flowers from a secret admirer using the language of flowers to court him. He has to try to figure out the meanings and the mystery of who could be sending them until he meets reader. Thank you for your consideration!

I tweaked it a bit! I hope that’s ok!

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Imagine: Courting Newt through flowers.

“Listen, it says here that lavender means love at first sight.” Newt spoke aloud, grinning at you as he twisted the lavender rose in his hand. It had been weeks already, and almost once a day the wizard had been receiving a flower, each one different in color and species. Needless to say, he was beyond intrigued by the notion. It started off simple enough, finding a single yellow rose in his study. He assumed it was one of his creatures just leaving things around, but after the second one arrived he couldn’t quite help himself from being interested.

“That so?” You snickered from the other side of the room, finishing sewing the last half of your scarf. “Perhaps you have an admirer, my dear friend.”

And you were right, because you happened to be that secret admirer of his. It wasn’t meant to carry on this far. You always had a bit of a crush on the gentle man, it was almost impossible not to. But, Queenie had dared you to leave that first flower, and you did. But, after the second one it became more of a game for you. And you trailed off into this world of courtship with your best friend. Not that he was any the wiser. It wasn’t like you planned to keep doing this forever, and part of you wished you stopped weeks ago, but every single flower that was left kept Newt that much more interested and you just couldn’t stop yourself. After the sixth one he decided to look up the species and meanings of flowers, and every week he’d sit you down to relay the knowledge he gained from his book. Like now, while you sat here with a stupid smile and look of desire on your features.

“An admirer?” Newt glanced over at you, as if he couldn’t believe the idea of that. He hardly spoke to anyone. “Doubtful.”

The needle stopped, and you looked over at Newt with a scolding look. “Now why is that doubtful? You’re perfectly charming, Newt.”

The wizard blushed at your compliment, and he closed the book in front of him, grabbing the rose and turning it over in his hand. “Then who?”

“Well, isn’t it obvi-” You stopped yourself, hands coming up with the scarf to cover your mouth in shock. That was definitely a slip of the tongue you couldn’t afford.

Newt furrowed his brow at you, trying to figure out why you were acting so strange suddenly. “Um…so sorry, but may I ask-”

“No!” You didn’t mean to yell, but you felt under scrutiny now, and you placed your scarf to the side on the table. “I mean…no. It’s not important. Maybe it was Queenie?”

The conversation shift was a failed attempt, and Newt just continued to stare at you until you caved under his questioning gaze.

“Maybe it was the Niffler?”

At that, Newt knew you were trying hard to change the subject, and he smiled widely. “Unless there’s a gold coin hiding in the petals, it’s not him.”

A blush crept its way over your face, and tried hard to hide it behind your hands, even covering your eyes from the wizard. “Oh god…”

“Am I correct, in assuming that…” Newt chose his words carefully, rising from his seat as he walked over to you.

You could feel the heat of his body already, and it only served to make you shift awkwardly around. “It was-”

“You?” He asked, his smile growing even more as you peeked through your fingers. He looked down at the flower in his hand, and he brought it up tucking it behind your ear.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you simply nodded at his question. Newt laughed at your nervous state, and he wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to bury your face into his chest.

“Then I’m beyond happy it is.”

Originally posted by xoxoeddie

we have only one person on night shift and, without fail, a fuck ton of people come in every night at shift change so that one person has to deal with like 20 people and everyone yells at me for not helping like i put in my 8 hours!!! if you want more people you fuckin work here!!!! why are you at a gas station at 10 pm go to bed

Take me dancing

Summary: sort of au where the reader was kidnapped by HYDRA and ended up with a hip injury, preventing them from dancing and having a breakdown but getting comforted by Bucky. FLUFF

Word count: 2815 words

A/N: So, this is my first imagine ever! I was so nervous about posting it but in the end decided to give it a go… I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Inspired by my first ballet lesson on Friday. Also, I’m shamelessly gonna tag @that-sokovian-bastard @buckysglow and @fluentflash. Thank you for your support and advice! 

It was Natasha who had found you in the cellar. You had been covered in dirt, blood and half starved to death; your ankles strapped together to prevent escape and the rest of you huddling against one of the walls when she had kicked the door open, bright artificial lighting spilling into the room. Years of captivity had made your eyes unaccustomed to the light, so your first instinct had been to cover your face with your hands, bracing yourself for a beating that never came. Instead, a tall slender woman had kneeled at your side, a sigh of relief escaping her lips when she saw you open your eyes.

“I found someone, she’s alive!” you’d heard her yell. Moments after, a man had barged into the room, his metal arm glinting under the harsh lights. He’d made quick work of your restraints, snapping them in two before helping you stand. It had been useless; your legs, not used to holding your weight after so long, had buckled under you, sending you to the floor.

“I’ll carry her” you’d heard him tell the woman, before a pair of strong arms had lifted you from the ground. “Tell Steve we’re on our way,” he’d said, carrying you through the halls.

You had been dehydrated, scared and weak, struggling to keep your eyes open but afraid to let them close. The mysterious man had seemed to notice, because immediately, you were brought closer to his chest, your head lolling to the side softly and hands shaking on your lap. “It’s okay,” he had murmured, blue eyes looking straight into yours “you’re safe now”.    

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I Never Stopped Loving You - Part 5

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Originally posted by kawaiixliam-blog

Request// We need a part 5 where she sees Derek and Scott try to help Liam with his shift but they fail so she steps in and does a good job and Derek looks at her shocked but so in love and Liam blushes and says thanks and calls him cutie and he asks if he can hug her so she smiles and kisses his blushing cheek pls xxxx

@ melanie451 @stormyfandoms

It felt like a dream. I was back with Derek. After being taken away, I finally got the courage to fight back and get my own way. I had been back for a few weeks but it felt like I never left. Derek’s pack welcomed me into the pack fast as they saw how happy I made him.

It must have been around 9:30 when I woke up, with Derek’s arm around me. As I shuffled to turn over to face him, I was greeted by Derek’s wide smile, then he kissed me on my forehead and tightened his grip around me, hugging me tight.

“You ready for your first pack meeting today?” Derek asked me smiling

“yeah, I’m ready. Oh and are you training Liam today?” I asked him

“oh yeah I forgot about that, Scott says he still needs a lot of work with his senses on how to use them, but most of it if fighting, protecting himself and his healing powers. So I think today I will work with healing, shift and fighting” Derek explained to me as we both sat up in bed. I nodded as a reply whilst I rubbed the sleep from my eyes then lay my head on Derek’s chest as he ran his hair through my hair.

“Well babe, I think we should get up. The pack will be here soon” Derek told me as he pulled the duvet off us both and slide out of bed. I followed his lead and got up and got dressed. I did my makeup and put my hair into a bun then went into the kitchen to see Derek was already and making breakfast. I walked up behind up and wrapped my arms around his waist, which caused him to turn around and hugged me.

“I made us pancakes,” Derek told me handing me a plate as he held a plate for himself. As we both sat down. We sat at the table and talked and laughed. That’s until the pack walked in and Stiles and Scott stood at the doorway of the kitchen.

“Is the sour wolf actually smiling?” Stiles asked looking shocked. Which obviously made me laugh.

“Sour wolf? Never heard that before” I said through laughter. Derek was not impressed by it but I found his grumpy look cute. I got up and kissed his cheek as I went to put my plate in the sink.

“I think we should start this meeting Derek so we can get training Liam,” Scott told Derek as I moved into the living room to where Liam, Malia, Lydia, and Kira were sat waiting. I sat beside Liam while Derek came in closely followed my Stiles and Scott.

Derek stood in front of us all and talked about all the different threats there were in Beacon Hills and getting input off all the pack members. After around 1 and a half hours of talking. Derek looked over to Liam.

“You ready?” He asked and Liam looked up and nodded. The girls left to go shopping. They did offer if you wanted to go it you said would rather stay home. You helped Derek move the sofa back so there was more room. Then you sat down on the sofa next to Stiles.

Scott stood next to Derek and Liam stood across from them both. “Right fighting, the healing okay Liam” Derek told him then he nodded. Liam ran at Derek we instantly moved to the side. Liam then went to through a punch, but Derek caught his fist then pushed him to the floor.

“LIAM!! FIGHT!!!” Derek roared getting Liam angrier. Liam went to through another punch but like last time, Derek caught his fist but then twisted his hand. Liam cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face. Healing.Derek was now onto teaching him how to heal. But it wasn’t going to plan. Liam wasn’t healing. I couldn’t stand to see him like that. I got up and sat on the floor next to him, and pulled him into my lap and grabbed hold of his broken hand. He flinched away because of the pain.

“Shh-shh-shh. Listen to me Liam. It’s okay. You have to concentrate. Think about the part of your body you’re trying to healing. Think about it healing. Okay. I know you can do this” I held Liam, holding him tight. I was right. He could do it. Scott, Stiles, and Derek all looked down at Liam and I shocked.

“What do you want to train him with next?” I asked smiling at Liam.

“Umm- how’s your shift, Liam?” Scott asked him and Liam just shrugged.

“Not great”

I got up off the floor and went to sit back near Stiles and let Derek and Scott help Liam with his shift. I remember Derek telling me that is was easier for Liam to shift into a werewolf because of his IED but it was harder to get him to turn back to human.

After a while, Liam had shifted and Scott and Derek were trying their best to turn him back. But they were failing. Horrible. Liam was full of rage and was ready to kill them. Stiles had his hands over his face not wanting to see his best friend and the “sour wolf” get ripped apart. Like last time I couldn’t just sit and watch. Well, I could do what Stiles is doing but no. I got up and ran over to Liam and grabbing him by his shoulders.

“Liam! LIAM! Listen to my voice. You need to calm down.” I told him as I pulled him down to the floor.

“Like your healing, think about it. Think about calming down. Forget about everything else. Just concentrate on calming down.” His breathing began to slow down

“You’re doing sweetie!” I told him and soon enough Liam was back to his normal self.

“H-How did you do that?” Derek asked

“When my Alpha took me away. You know how he was. New betas every week. It was my job to train them. Some were easy some were difficult but I learned different ways. Liam. He’s one Strong beta. The strongest I have ever trained. He has a lot of work, but he is getting there” I told Derek as Liam blushed. Derek helped us both up and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thank you Y/N,” Liam told me with rosy cheeks

“No problem cutie” I smiled at him. Liam looked over to Derek then me.

“Y/N- Can I umm-give you a hug please?” Liam asked shyly. Which made me laugh as I pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek.

“This is why I never stopped loving you Y/N” Derek stated with a beaming smile.

Part 6? Or Is That A Good Ending?

Ok so one day, and by one day I mean bi-weekly, Checkov and Sulu play the ‘how many times this shift vill ze keptin get up to talk to or look at Meester Spock' 

Special points for lingering stares lasting longer than 30 seconds, unnecessary body contact and declarations of undying loyalty. 
(Bonus round- forgetting that the rest of the bridge crew exist in the middle of a crisis). 

At the end of each shift they tally up the scores and hand out the winnings within the betting pool. 
(there may or may not be a separate betting category named 'how long before the just get married’)

Neither Spock or Jim can quite figure out why Checkov and Sulu keep shouting out random numbers mid shift while failing at suppressing grins. Both independently ask Bones but he’s as tightlipped as an Aldebaran Shellmouth about it. 

anonymous asked:

can u please write something for the danvers sister? like angsty (one of them getting hurt on a mission or smth) with a fluffy/happy ending.

“pfft, piece of cake,” kara tells you, arms crossed and rocking back a little with that dumb look on her face that means she is going to go into this way too hot, way too fast, and get into trouble.

“supergirl,” you murmur, “this needs to be handled delicately. this guy could spook.”

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Turn loose the mermaids(Part 20)

Here we go again. Thanks to @miracujess for being my beta and dealing with my sleep deprived bullshit. As for the chapter….the storm ain’t over yet, mates.

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Chat Noir’s steps were graceful, much like the animal he got his name from. Stealthy, lethal, proud. But not today. He was walking so forcefully, it was more than certain that his heeltaps were ruined by now. On the deck, people were either busy taking care of the masts or being treated by Max in a corner. 17 men went in Swampy Cove and only six came back. Chat felt happy all the people from his main crew survived, but that didn’t excuse their mistakes. Observing that Max was done bandaging Alix’s arm, Chat rose his voice.

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The Nott family mornings

“Daddy make pan-CAKES!” Odette cried from somewhere in the kitchen.

Theo looked at his daughter, who has somehow climbed on the counter, and repeated the same sentence for the tenth time this morning:

“Sweetheart, I will make you pancakes right after I finish making eggs and bacon for your sister and mummy. Now please get off the counter!”

He returned his attention to the frying pan while trying to adjust his hold on Cora, who was clinging onto him for dear life since she woke up from the nightmare in the middle of the night and climbed into her parent’s bed. Apparently, this morning, eight-year-olds were too young to understand that they can’t be carried around like babies anymore. His exasperation got to him and he let out a string of curses when he burnt his finger while trying to extract a slightly charred string of bacon out of the pan. Bugger. Merlin. Stupid Muggle way. Elves. Days off.Idiot.Woman.Tired.

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“I will never let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me? I will always protect you. I promise.”

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader
Warning: Attempted Rape

Another hunt well done. You, Sam, and Dean just finished taking out a nest of vampires. Something easy, yet thrilling. Another hunt to take your minds off the real problems your family is facing at the moment.

Dean swerved into the parking lot of a strip club. Sam turned his shoulder to look at his older brother, “Uh, dude.”

Dean looks back with a smirk, “What? Hey, you know what? We did a damn great job on that hunt. Came out with barely any scratches. Now to me, that deserves a night out in the town.”

“Sorry if watching other girls shake their ass is not my cup of tea,” You roll your eyes.

“You won’t be disappointed,” Dean winks, hopping out of the car like a bunny rabbit.

The club is dark, dusted with smoke from men’s’ cigars and cigarettes. Loud music playing provocative music blared through the speakers, bouncing off the walls. Half naked women walk around the place in high heels and panties, serving their customers like a normal restaurant.  Men goggle at the women as they strut by their tables.

Dean pulls me to a small round table for four. A woman wearing a very small bikini top for her large breasts asks us for our drinks. Dean’s smile is so big. I would smile at his happiness if I didn’t have a large set of boobs staring back at me.

Sam is trying not to enjoy himself as much. Whether it is for my benefit or not, he is failing. He shifts in his seat every other minute and bites down on his grin.

“Cheers, brothers,” I raise my glass of vodka soda.

On the stage in front of us a woman performs her pole dancing routine. And I have to give to her, she is so talented. And strong. To be able to hold your body weight like that seems impossible.

Dean stuffs a couple of bills into her top, keeping his cool. Sam claps his hands, licking his lips.

The woman points her finger to me. I point to myself too, me? Was she really trying to talk to me? She nods her head and motions for me to get on stage with her. I shake my head. I feel my face turning tomato red.

Playfully, Dean is pushing me to go up there. I’m fully clothed, uncoordinated…he was going to use this opportunity to make fun of me.

I take the lady’s hand and follow her on stage. Beyonce’s song, “partition” plays and I playfull sway to the music. Men holler. For me? Doubtful. But I have fun with it. You do only live once…well maybe multiple times if your last name is Winchester. But from what I’ve learned growing up, you should always live in the moment.

The song ends and I take my seat, hiding my face as my brothers chuckle in their seats.

The end of the night comes a lot sooner than I expected. As Dean, Sam, and I are walking to the Impala around 3 AM, we hear a man call out Dean’s name. On instinct, all three of us turn around. Protectively, yet curiously.

The man is about Dean’s age. Tall, muscular with wavy brunette hair. He wears a usual hunters outfit: jeans and T and a leather jacket. He’s cute. But if he was just in the club then he saw me dancing and that’s humiliating.

“Chris!” Dean’s demeanor softens. His smile widens and he goes in for a bro hug. Sam and I stand back, confused. “How have you been?”

“Not bad. Fancy seeing you at a place like this. Just like old times, right?” Chris smacks Dean’s chest lightly and turns towards Sam and I. “Hey guys.”

“Oh,” Dean coughs, motion towards his younger siblings. “This is Sam and YN. This is Chris. We met senior year in high school, found out we were both hunting the same thing. He helped me out on a salt n’ burn.”

“Hey,” Sam says. I wave.

“YN, last time I saw you, you hadnt even hit puberty yet….now look at you,” Chris looks me up and down. I shrink and become suddenly aware of how uncomfortable his gaze is. I give him a polite grin back. But he doesnt stop looking.

“What are you doing here?” Sam interrupts his personal moment, stepping out a little in a protective manor.

“On my way to the Carolinas…just thought I woudld take a small detour if you know what I’m saying,” he smirks playfully.

“Well, it’s getting late now, but hey, maybe tomorrow we can meet up for a beer or something. We can stay in town for another day.” Dean says.

“Yeah that sounds great,” Chris says. “I’ll see you then.” Chris turns around to walk back into the strip club. He looks over his shoulder one last time and I feel his stare on me.

The next afternoon Dean tells us of all the fun and daring things him and Chris used to do when they were kids like sneaking into bars, college parties, all the girls they got, etc. The whole time he speaks he has a smile on his face.

“You guys were really close then, huh?” Sam laughs taking another bite of his sandwich. “How come you haven’t seen him for so long?”

“I dont know… he had his own family troubles and we had ours. We kind of just dealt with our own shit separately. You guys coming tonight?”

Sam looks at me, waiting for me to answer first. “Um, I dont think so,” I shrug. Its nothing I have against Chris, but he gave me weird uncomfortable vibes. I would feel a lot better just doing my own thing tonight.

“Oh come on, dont be a downer, YN. It will be fun. Sammy, you can come too.”

I give Sam a look and finally agree. Its been a while that I have seen Dean this happy and I didnt want to ruin his night.

We meet at a bar that met in the middle of our two motels. Chris is already there, sitting on a stool. His beer bottle is halfway done. He makes eye contact with me first. His smile grows.  

“YN, you look lovely.” He wraps me in a hug. I’m surprised at first and dont hug back. He stays there for a couple of seconds too long.

“Thanks,” I look down as we step away from each other. I wave my finger to the bartender to start whipping them up.

“So tell me what you’ve been doing,” Dean says to Chris. “Are you still in the business?”

Chris nods his head. “Yeah, I’m on my own. My father passed away a couple of years ago. Heart attack. Can you believe it? Never thought he would be going down with something so…normal, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry to hear that. We lost our father too. Its tough, but thats why we got beer.”

“So, YN, you have a boyfriend?” Chris asks. Straight to the point.

“No,” I say. “Can’t get too close to anyone with this life.”

“You can always take risks.”

“Not with other people’s lives,” I narrow my eyes.

“Feisty…I like it.” He winks.

“You got a girl around you arms?” Dean asks.

“I dont like being strung down. You out of all people should know the feeling.”

“YN, wanna play pool?” Sam asks finding a way to squeeze me out of there. We are able to slide of conversation.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry about. I don’t like him either. I remember him too. He was always talking about girls and drugs….not a dude to be friends with. I didnt like the way he was looking at you either.”

Two rounds pool, Sam beat me both times. “I need a break,” I smile.

“Dont be such a sore loser,” Sam teases.

“Oh, we’ll see who the loser is when I get back,” I point. “I’m going out to get some fresh air.”

I walk outside into the cool November air. I can see my breath as I exhale. I take a couple steps away from the door.

A couple of minutes later, I hear the door open and close again. I dont look over my shoulder to see who came out. And I dont have to cause whoever did, grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me up against the wall.

I push away from the man holding me up against the wall. I come face to face with Chris. He is smiling. “You dont know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He forces his lips onto mine. I try pushing away from him, but he is ten times stronger than me. He grabs my twisting wrists and holds them over my head. His leg parts mine.”Your moves last night were so hot,” he says referring to the strip club. I try kicking him away. He steps on my foot, crushing bone with his hard boots on my flip flops.

I cry out for help. But no one hears me and those who do are drunk.

His free hand slides up my shirt and under my bra. His grimy hands squeeze my breast. Tears fill my eyes as I continue to be violated. Chris is moaning, enjoying every minute of this. His hand slides down my stomach to my jean zippers, undoing the button. Then he undoes his. His hand trims my panties. I bite down on his tongue. He pulls away in shock. He slaps me across the face. Hard.


Chris is ripped off of me. Im pulled into a tight embrace. I fight it at first. But I look up and see Sam. He looks down on me with so much concern. I squeeze his arms, wanting to be safe, wanting the sense of safety.

Chris stumbles, pulling his pants back up. I hear his zipper. I shutter, digging my fingers into Sam’s biceps. Sam whispers in my ear.

Dean stands there. Dumbfounded. He and Chris stare each other down. After a couple of moments Dean finally says, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Dean, its–”

“Are you actually fucking kidding me?! My little sister? My fucking sister? You were going to try and fuck my sister?” Dean takes a step closer with every move. “And without her consent? You think you can actually force yourself on my sister.”

“You know how it is, Dean. We got to get whatever we can on the road. Your sister was testing me all night. Her at the strip club last night! She was begging me to get in her pants. If you should be blaming anyone, blame your whore of a sister!”

That was when Dean threw the first punch. “I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch. You hear me?” Dean hits him again. “I should have known. I should have known you never changed. All you want is some ass. And you’ll ruin anyone’s life to get it.”

“Dean,” Sam says softly. Dean turns around. Sam motions to me shaking in his arms. Dean looks back at Chris and drops him to the ground.

“I never want to see you again. Do you hear me?” Dean turns around, throws the keys to Sam. “You drive, all take care of her.”

Sam transfers me into Dean’s arms. He carries me to the car bridal style. In the back seat of the familiar I cry wanting nothing more than to take a shower.

“I am so sorry,” Dean holds me close, stroking my hair. “I am so sorry. If I didnt make you come tonight-”

“It’s not your fault,” I hiccup.

“I will never let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me? I will always protect you. I promise.”

Sister Zoned - Dean x Reader

Warnings: Near Death Mention. Use of word “Dick”. 

A/N: First time writing one of these. First part in what I hope to make a series. I’d love to know what you guys think! I’ve had this idea for a LONG time now, and decided to try it out. Hope you guys enjoy part one! 

Y/N: Your Name

E/C: Eye Color

Word Count: 1908

Your body protested as you used your arms to hold up your entire body, and brought your knees to your chest for the final rep. Sweat covered your body, and your hands were starting to slip as the wetness on them made gripping the pole more difficult, even with the gripping aid you’d applied. As you controlled their movement downwards, you decided to bring them back up in a ‘V’ shape, and introvert yourself. As your leg hooked properly, you let go to hang, making your instructor roll her eyes, and motion for you to pull yourself up. You did so before sliding down, feeling the now familiar burn between your thighs before your feet hit the floor.

“You still having issues with your man?” She asked, pulling on her pants over the tiny shorts the sport required.

You’d started pole fitness over a year ago to aid in your hunting. The flexibility, cardio, and strength requirements for pole dancing kept you in tip top shape. It could also be used on the off chance a monster began attacking pole dancers, or anything like that where you could go undercover. During the year, you and your instructor became fast friends, and kept in shape together rather than simply being teacher and student by this point in time.

“Not my man,” You rolled your eyes, pulling on your own yoga pants before tightening the ponytail that had loosened as you worked out. “But, yeah, things are still a bit tense at home. He’s…complicated.”

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