Summary Soulmate au, were your soulmate’s patronus is on your wrist
A/N: Y/F/N=Your friend’s name and Y/P is your patronus. I wasn’t sure about Tonks’ patronus, but i read somewhere that it was a rabbit, so now it’s a rabbit!
It was a warm day, more than usually, and
Transfiguration class had just ended. You gathered your things, as people
around you started to leave.
“hurry up, Y/N! “your best friend said, and you ran
out of the class, following her down the hallway. It was crowded, and you held
on tight to your friend, as she dragged you through the students, towards The
She started talking about the charms essay you would
get back after lunch, and how she knew she had done terrible. You passed the other
tables, on your way to the Ravenclaw table.
You passed the Gryffindor table, where three loud boys
were laughing. The boys’ names were Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and Sirius
Black. They were currently talking about a certain Slytherin boy, that they had
passed on the hallway.
“Padfoot! “a voice yelled with excitement, and a black-haired
boy with glasses, and a Gryffindor scarf came running. His name was James
Potter, and he was the fourth member of the group.
“Prongs! “Sirius said in a voice to match his friends,
as he reached them. James sat down beside Sirius, a smug smile painted on his
“you never guess what happened! “James said, and
Sirius pretended to think.
“let me guess, Evans rejected you on an even more
attractive way than before? “he said, referring to the red-haired Gryffindor girl,
that his friends had stopped to talk to. Remus and Peter laughed at Sirius’s
answer, James rolling his eyes at his friends.
“yes, but it’s not that! “the excitement in his voice
not dropping a single second. “I saw someone… with a dog on their wrist… “
The boys became silence, all looking at James. James himself,
looked at Sirius. His’ eyes were wide for a moment, before he found himself
“a-a dog? “he asked, his friends nodding. He looked
quickly around in the hall, trying to figure out who it was. But he had never
noticed them before, so why should he now? Just because he knew they were there?
Then again, he had never really looked for them before, only considering his
soulmate to go to the same school. But he had always known it was a magical
person, otherwise he wouldn’t have a tattoo.
Everybody had a soulmate, even muggles, they just didn’t
know it. On your wrist, there were a silver figure of your soulmate’s patronus.
It appeared around the tenth-year age, also on muggles that had a magical
“wow… “Sirius said, looking at his friends.
“well… congratulations! “Remus said, and smiled at his
friend. On his wrist sat a small silver rabbit, James had a doe, but Peter didn’t
have one. He had often wondered if he didn’t have a soulmate, but his friends
had always assured him that it just wasn’t someone magical.
James had often tried to look at Lily Evans wrist
tattoo, but a lot of people were very private their tattoo, and the red-headed
was one of them. Sirius looked around again, wondering if his Soulmate also
was, and that was the reason he never had seen it before.
Y/F/N talked constantly about her O on her essay,
while you didn’t talk too much about your A. It was an early morning, and you
were on your way to your first class, defence against the dark arts. There wasn’t
a lot of people in the hallway, because your friend had insisted that you had a
lot of time. Surprise, you didn’t!
“Hey! “a voice yelled, and you sighed, turning around
to the boy you had walked into.
“what? “you asked annoyed, as Y/F/N pulled in your
“you can’t just walk into people, without apologizing!
“he said with a smile, and you rolled your eyes.
“well, you walked just as much into me” you said. “and
now, if you will excuse me! “
You turned around, hurrying down the hallway, leaving
the boy and his friends behind.
“rude” Sirius said, looking at the two Ravenclaws
“uh, Padfoot… “James said, and his friend turned to
look at him. “that was… the one with the dog tattoo”
Sirius turned around again, looking at the Ravenclaw
with the Y/H/C hair walking away.
Your friend had left you after lunch. Your next class
was potions, a class she didn’t take. You found a table without anybody else,
and found your stuff.
You looked up when you heard a loud noise, and the boy
beside you smiled before sitting down.
“I never got to introduce myself… “he said, sticking
his hand out. “I’m Sirius Black”
“yeah, the guy who walked into me! “you said, looking
around for the Gryffindor girl who usually sat beside you.
The boy, Sirius, laughed before taking his hand down. “you
didn’t tell me your name? “
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N” you said.
“tell me… Y/N Y/L/N… “he said, placing his head in his
hands. “have you ever performed a patronus? ”
You froze by the question, knowing exactly what he
meant. Did you know what your patronus was, and did he have the animal tattooed
on his wrist.
“yes… I have… “you said, not looking at him. His eyes,
however, never left your face. You could feel them, burning in your skin.
“I bet it’s an Y/P” he said, and you turned your head
quickly to look at him. your eyes were wide, but Sirius only smiled, before
continuing. “mine’s a dog”
You stared at him, not sure if you should believe him,
or if it just was a prank. He finally looked away, but only to roll up his
sleeve, showing you his wrist.
And yes. On his wrist, were a beautiful, silver Y/P.
You stared at it for a moment, before reaching to your arm. You managed to show
your wrist to the Gryffindor boy, and his smile became wider, as he looked at
He opened his mouth, about to say something, when the
door opened, and the professor walked in. he closed it again, but smiled at
you, before turning to the professor.
He didn’t say another word to you through the whole
class, but made eye contact and smiled at you every second.
“With that magnitude and scale of destruction, it can only be caused by a prince of hell,” Jace said, his voice loud in the war room.
The other shadowhunters nodded and murmured in agreement and Magnus’ eyes flickered to Alec who stood a couple of meters away from Jace and was staring intently at the news report on Mauna Kea’s eruption and the unending rain of soot, ash and fire, that was slowly turning Hawaii into a wasteland. He stood tall with his arms crossed behind his back, the very picture of the perfect soldier. The only thing that gave away his agitation: his furrowed brow and the way he shifted, almost imperceptibly from one foot to the other.
“The question then is, which prince of hell is it,” Lindsay, the dark-haired, glasses-wearing shadowhunter that always shifted just out of the way every time he showed up at the institute said. Her eyes met his and had everyone else turning to look at Magnus. “Which one of them would you say it is?”
Magnus shook his head. “None of them.”
“What,” Jace asked and finally looked up at Magnus.
Magnus shrugged. “If a prince of hell was walking on earth, the death toll will be way more than the fifty-seven people that the reports say have died. Why expend so much energy if the kill would end up being so low? Especially if they go through this much to flaunt their power?”
“And what would you know about the princes of hell warlock,” he heard one of the shadowhunters sneer.
Alec’s head snapped up. Before Magnus could reach out to calm him, a voice spoke up.
“Clearly more than you. A prince of hell indeed. Stupid nephilim.”
Magnus spun around. That voice. He knew that voice. Hoped to everything that was good and pure that he would never have to hear it again. Clearly the heavens paid no mind to the children of Lilith because sitting right on a chair at the corner of the room was a slender man, dressed in a deep blue, almost black tailored suit. Shoes that were so polished, Magnus was sure he would have been able to see his reflection in them. He’d replaced his preferred diamond cufflinks with ones of black opal, a blue garnet tiepin kept his tie in place. His hair was combed back, and kept in place by the barbed wire crown he wore. Cat eyes eerily similar to his when he dropped his glamour stared back at him and Asmodeus’ lips curved into a mocking smile.
…It still baffles him. He knows that the portals are unpredictable. Imagine his surprise when it took him half way across the country, thankfully in his own time. He recognizes this city, and a childish sort of giddiness overtakes him.
Danny Phantom emerges inside the Titans Tower.
Breathtaking. That’s how he would describe the interior. An amazing headquarters for an amazing team. He’s read all about them, even memorized their powers and abilities. They are his favorite superhero team. He’s on the verge of fanboying when the state of the art sliding doors open.
There standing in the threshold were the Teen Titans. They stared at each other. He was equal parts exited and terrified. On the one hand they were his heroic inspiration. On the other he was definitely trespassing and will probably be obliterated on the spot. After an eternity, Beast Boy shattered the silence.
“DUDE! You’re Danny Phantom!”
Holy crap! They knew his name! Ok. Ok. Calm down. Be cool. Gotta act professional. Just because he’s fantasized about joining them on a mission doesn’t mean anything. He’s got this.
“Ohmygosh You’re the Teen Titans! This is so cool! I’m a huge fan of you guys! Will you sign my Thermos?”
He internally cringes. Smooth Fenton, now they think you’re a total dweeb.
“Dude no prob! But only if you sign my belt!”
No way. The Beast Boy wants his autograph. He has only ever dreamed of this moment. As they’re exchanging signatures, Starfire approaches him and engulfs him in a bone crushing hug.
“Hello new friend! It is very nice to meet you. My name is Starfire.”
“I’m Danny, um you’re kinda breaking my ribs.”
Starfire drops him, spouting apologies. Cyborg helps him up while Robin asks what brings him into the tower.
“Um, sorry for barging in on you guys, I was floating through the Ghost Zone and a random portal opened up and kinda dumped me here, hee hee…”
He’s not very good at this first impressions thing. They tell him it’s fine. Actually inviting him to stay as long as he likes. They’re actually really cool people. He’s especially intrigued by Starfire. She came from SPACE! How cool is that!? He asks her ten thousand questions. She giggles at his enthusiasm. Her infectious cheer reminds him of Jazz. They would actually be the best of friends.
He spends the whole day with the Titans. Playing video games with Beast Boy. Brushing up on his combat skills with Robin. Learning new techniques on how to build equipment with Cyborg. Even dark poetry exchanges with Raven. The rest of the Titans were flabbergasted by how taken she is with him. They would never peg him for the darkness loving type. He explains that his girlfriend is a gothic ultra-recyclo-vegetarian with a major attitude, but he loves her anyway.
Starfire suggests they go for a flight. He jumps at the chance. They zoom around the city, she shows him around and they even get to hang out like normal teenagers. They went from music stores, to comic stores. They even got pizza on the way back. The more time he spent with her the more he was reminded of Jazz, but, without the nosiness and overprotectiveness.
Finally as the sun is setting, he and Starfire watch from the roof. All the while asking her all about space and her home planet. She in turn asks him about the Ghost Zone and his home town. They exchange stories and struggles. They end up finding solace in each other, both feeling like outsiders even among their friends.
He feels so welcome here. In this band of misfits he fits right in, he feels normal. Finally feeling like he belongs. Not having to worry about people shooting him on sight, or what would happen if people found him out. He hears her giggling.
“What is it?”
“You appear to be much more relaxed than when you first arrived. I am glad”
“Yeah…your right. I do feel a lot more relaxed. Guess I really did need a vacation. Thanks, for everything”
Summary: The boys unintentionally hurt the reader’s feelings after making some careless jokes.
Pairing(s): MET x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, a lil bit of angst but ultimately a happy ending (spoilers).
“What would grandma find disturbing, yet oddly charming?” Mark asked the three of you, waggling his eyebrows in a comical manner.
You scanned your cards before sliding your best into the centre along with Ethan’s and Tyler’s. Kathryn was watching from the sidelines, desperate to get some extra work done, whilst Amy was in bed ill. That just left you and the troublesome trio to record the entire live stream; not that you were complaining, they were your best friends after all.
“Okay,” Mark announced, picking up the cards in front of him. “A big, black dick. Geese. Or…” He trailed off and you suppressed a smirk as you watched his face scrunch into a grin at your card. “Mark’s unquenchable thirst for Jacksepticeye’s delicious asshole.”
The boys roared with laughter and, in turn, you laughed at their reactions. Mark had one hand clutched to his chest as he tried to control his giggles, whilst Ethan was slamming his fists on the table. Even Tyler had one of those rare, toothy smiles on his face as he chuckled alongside them.
“That’s obviously the winner.” Mark managed to get out after his laughing fit, holding up the card for someone to take it.
“Thank you, although it was Mark-luverrr-number-one-xxx that wrote that card.” You declared, plucking the black card from his fingers and adding it to your growing pile of winnings.
“Your turn to pick one, Y/N.” Tyler told you, pushing the cards across to you.
<b>Me, enthusiastically singing along to Red and Black:</b> They will come one and all! They will cOME WHEN WE CAAAAAAAAALL<p/><b>Me, as the Barricade Boys' voices fade into silence and the song ends:</b> [SNIFF] They won't, though. They won't come when you call. They'll stay hidden safely in their houses and they'll leave you all to DIE<p/><b>Me, wiping my eyes:</b> I'm fine<p/></p>
I love soft spoken, shy boys so much. The easy silences between comments, the little looks of acknowledgement. Wow.
Whether your personality blossoms into vibrant eccentricity once you feel more comfortable, or if you stay a beautiful array of pastel nuances. You’re lovely and your shyness, your anxiety, your uncertain whisper of a voice are all aspects of your amazing self, and I hope you know that.
Scenario: In which a garden isn’t the only thing you’re building with Min Yoongi Genre: Fluff/Angst, Bad Boy!Yoongi Word Count: 5,078 Author’s Note: For the past few days, I really struggled trying to come up with the direction I wanted to go with this story until I had an epiphany in the shower. I kid you not when I say that I dashed out of the shower to grab a stack of post-it notes and pen and literally wrote the entire storyline out across my bathroom door in a towel. Definitely one of the weirdest things I’ve ever done under the excuse of being a writer.
Yoongi can’t help but curl his lips into a snarl around the cigarette hanging between his teeth as watches Kim Taehyung produce a spray can from the insides of his backpack. “Again?” Yoongi crows, still leaning against the wall, hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Jesus Tae, have you forgotten what happened the last time you tried to pull this off?”
Taehyung merely smiles at this, shaking the spray can as he takes a few steps back from the wall, a hint of admiration upon the blank canvas—soon to be filled with the freedom of his expression. “What ever happened to learning from your mistakes, hyung?”
“I like to think you’re smarter than that when it comes to something like this,” Yoongi lets out before scoffing at his friend. “And out in public too for fucks sake.”
It’s true—Taehyung has always been a little too reckless for Yoongi’s taste, always electing to do something and worrying about the consequences later on. The latter would know this from experience, of course. Taehyung almost got them all arrested a few weeks back because of the very item Taehyung is showcasing in his hands. Under broad daylight.
Taehyung tsks at the older boy, tossing the spray can to Jimin before retrieving another from his backpack. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
Yoongi scowls in disapproval, but doesn’t say anything as he turns to face Hoseok. He knows that no matter how many times he could try to lecture the younger boy, or even try to enlist Seokjin in this matter, it would all be pointless. More often than not, Taehyung had a mind of his own and was often more stubborn than anyone would even care to admit.
Jimin and Taehyung barely get four strokes down across the wall before the sirens echo in the neighbor, growing so loud that it soon becomes obvious that word of the group’s misbehaviors had spread around to the cops. They see the cars turn the corner before any of them can react properly to it.
“Holy shit!” Hoseok manages, summarizing the feeling for everyone as Yoongi practically touchdowns his cigarette onto the ground, barely giving himself time to step on it before he dashes after the other boys. The silence of the once relatively peaceful area is filled with the rather hysterical laughter of Taehyung and Yoongi crowing ‘I told you so you little piece of shit!’.
A/N: I’m warming up my writing with this piece. I thought it was pretty cute when I wrote it. I really love Sirius Black, man , I really do.
Word Count: 1,112
You were not in love with Sirius Black. Most definitely not in love with your best friend. Not once have you thought of running your fingers through his silky locks; never did you ever want to shut his smart mouth up with a kiss against his soft lips. Never came a time where you clenched your jaw as he flirted with other girls. Cuddling against his tall frame never came to mind. Never. You were not in love with Sirius Bl-
“(Y/N), are you okay?” His voice snapped you out of your trance and you quickly scrambled to meet his gaze. “You seem to be deep in thought.”
“Oh sorry, must’ve slipped away.” You brushed off with a smile. He raised an eyebrow at you in question before smirking.
“Oh-ho-ho, were you thinking about a crush?” He chided while nudging you, hoping for an answer. Of course, that was the first thing he would question. Sirius spent his free time trying to set you up with anyone he deemed suitable for his “most dear and single friend” because you always seemed so “lonely.” You, however, constantly declined his offers of going on a date with anyone else that was not the only boy you’ve ever held a crush for.
“No.” Was your flat replied accompanied by a blank look. There was no way you were going to tell Sirius you were thinking of him- of all people. Your poker face was impeccable and would’ve been enough to just have Sirius buzz off the topic if the tip of your ears hadn’t begun to heat up along with the shade of red. The boy sat across from you immediately knew he was right on topic and began firing away questions, hoping to just throw you off guard enough he’d get an answer as to who you fancied.
“What do they look like? Boy or girl? What house are they in? Oh please tell me I know them because if you want I can always arrange a date for you. This is fantastic news! I didn’t know it was capable for you to even have a crush! Why is this the first time I’m hearing of this anyhow? Why didn’t you want to tell me before?” His last question carried a sense of betrayal as if he was hurt by the lack of knowledge of who you fancied. You pursed your lips, thinking of a quick excuse you could use that wouldn’t hurt Sirius. You couldn’t exactly say “Hello, yes, you’re my crush, you great oaf. Now let’s just carry on about our day.” No, that could not happen at all so you settled on an easier answer.
“I suppose I just don’t like sharing who I like.” You simply mused, hoping the answer would suffice for the time being as you sorted out your measly feelings for the pouty brunette. “It’s nothing against you, Sirius. Just a personal issue.” He let out a huff before shaking his head disappointedly.
“When you feel like sharing, come tell me alright? I won’t judge you, even if they’re a Slytherin.” Your friend jokes with a wink and chuckles. He went back to reclining back on the couch leisurely as you sat there, allowing your mind to think of the possibilities now that he was semi-aware of your feelings.
There was no way you were going to survive a week knowing that Sirius was going to pester you as frequently as possible in order to discover who you were smitten with. And boy if he found out…
For the next few days, Sirius made it his mission to coax the name out of you. The Marauder was dying of curiosity and it only doubled because it pertained to you. The boy was persistent, always by your side, firing questions and guesses in the hopes that you would break and tell him. He wasn’t trying to be annoying, but by day four it was beginning to be that way.
“Sirius, please just- stop.” You managed to utter out in between his ramblings about his theories as to who you were interested in. His head perked up, long hair hurriedly pushed out of his face as he sat, alert and ready for some sort of answer. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat there, so still but buzzing with excitement. Long legs crisscrossed and his head propped up by his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Might as well drink up the God-like image before you ruined your friendship with him, right?
“So,” he drawled out, waiting for your response. “who is it? Who do you like?” His eyes sparkled in anticipation. Why was he so worked up over this anyways?
You inhaled a deep breath before mumbling out your answer. “It’s well- it’s you, Sirius."
The words hung in the air for a few seconds while you sat there, twiddling your thumbs and avoiding eye contact with your friend sitting across from you. A loud exclamation from the boy broke the unsettling silence.
"I knew it!” He practically screamed. When you realised what he had said, a bright red blush crept up your neck and cheeks. Your eyes shot up to his now dancing figure while a look of confusion made its way onto your face.
“What do you mean, ‘I knew it?’” You asked, frantic as you analysed your past behaviour towards him. Were you so obvious? Why didn’t he ever mention it? Why was he dancing with glee? Merlin’s beard you were an idiot.
When Sirius finally managed to calm down, he looked down at you and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I always sort of knew, and when you told Lily that you did in fact like me it was confirmed. I never brought it up because I thought it would be better for you to say it to me. So I could hear those words from you, instead of eavesdropping.” You looked up at him, mouth agape.
“I guess now would be a good time for me to say I like you back, eh?” Sirius blurts out. “Like, I actually really do like you, (Y/N).” He adds after seeing doubt flash across your face. “And I guess I should ask if I can kiss you, too."
"Yes, you can kiss me, you dog.” You murmur and pull him down to meet your lips. You could feel his beaming smile against your lips and too soon did you pull away.
So yes, you were in love with Sirius Black, but was it such a bad thing now?
“Can’t believe you were eavesdropping on my conversations with Lily.”
A/N:A tradition in my family is that we all must become (basic) first aid certified. My younger brother is working on getting his, and I was reading through one of his books when I came across secondary checking. I know what it is, of course, as I am certified myself; but rereading the procedure made me think about how awful it would tickle if used gently. Solangelo is literally my joy in life, so I used them in this fic. It’s based… shortly after the Heroes of Olympus series, I guess?
(Also, I’m sorry I haven’t written anything in a while… please accept my apology along with this mediocre fic.)
“Oh, come on-”
“I said no!”
Will huffed at his boyfriend, annoyed with his stubbornness.
“Nico, I just want to practice secondary checking. Is that so wrong?” Will asked, crossing his arms. “No, but I don’t want to be your guinea pig!” Nico responded, crossing his arms as well.
“You make it sound like I’m some evil scientist,” Will mumbled, rolling his eyes.
“You could be! We just got together, I don’t know what you’re capable of yet,” Nico retorted in a sassy tone, and Will couldn’t help but smile. Nico was just so cute when he tried to act all stubborn and tough.
In consideration of recent events, Will had decided he wanted to completely perfect his first aid; he had been practicing on everyone, constantly asking other campers to be his next “victim”. Hey, is it a crime for a medic to make sure they know what they’re doing?
“Come on, just once? I want to really know what I’m doing. Son of the god of healing or not, I need to review stuff!”
With a sigh, Nico looked up at his boyfriend and rolled his dark eyes. “Fine, but just because you’re annoying me, and doing this will make you shut up. And only once!” He reminded as Will gave him a bright grin.
Summary: There was a sadness in his eyes that vanished when he saw you.
There was always a boy on the train. Since you were young,
he’d be there and as you grew up he was still there. He would always sit at the
back of the train and he would stare out the window. When he was too small to
see out the window, he’d stare at his hands, but as he grew and now that he’s
older, his were trained outwards at some mysterious force. His eyes were always
a little moist and his head was always a little tilted. He never smiled and
when he did, it was a sad and small smile, as if he were reminiscing.
Fingers glide over the pink fabric of a fuzzy sweater, trying to smooth out the unwanted wrinkles. Wiggling the brown leather belt a bit more up Y/N gave herself a last look in the mirror to see if anything was out of place. Y/N didn’t care much for her appearance, but she did care if she would be walking around school with a huge stain on her jeans or sweater. She wasn’t ready for that kind of humiliation.
“Kids, breakfast!” Her mother yelled from downstairs.
“Coming!” Y/N yelled back. Turning away from the mirror she grabbed her black backpack and her red high top converse and began to run down the stairs. “No running down the stairs!” Her mother warned, but by the time she said that Y/N was already downstairs, practically launching herself into the kitchen with a big smile. “Good morning!” She chirped. Her mother who was behind the stove turned around to give her an equally bright smile “morning dear, have you seen your brother on your way down?” By the mentioning of her brother Y/N grimaced “Mom, it’s morning please don’t ruin it.” Y/N’s mother let out a deep sigh as she went back to her frying pan. Taking a seat at the dining table Y/N furrowed as she missed a second person at the table who was usually nose deep in the morning newspaper.
“Mom, where’s dad?” Her mother gulped at the question, preparing herself for the storm that was about to come. “He left early this morning.”
“He-He what? He can’t do that!” Y/N yelled “He was my ride to school? How else am I going to school?” Turning off the fire Y/N’s mother brought the frying pan over to Y/N, sliding the bacon on her plate before taken a few steps back. “Well, you’re brother offered to take you.” And here comes the storm.
“Excuse me? He is going to take me?”
“You aren’t the only one who’s unhappy about this.” Speaking of the devil. Entering the kitchen in all leather came in Y/N’s brother. “Then why did you agree?” Y/N asked her voice laced with venom. “Because dad pays me hella cash for driving a twerp like you.” Before Y/N could jam her fork inside of her brother their mother stepped in “enough! It’s morning. Now Hoseok, sit down and have breakfast with us.” Hoseok shook his head as he reached out for an apple out of the fruit bowl that was placed in the middle of the table. As he took the apple he “accidentally” hit Y/N across the head. Glaring at him Hoseok simply shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry mom, the teacher asked me if I could come to school early.”
Summary: Debbie’s friend tries to get with Mickey, so Ian shows Mickey who he belongs to.
Word Count: 1815
Notes: I have a few more requests in my messages so I’ll start working on them today :)
Ian and Lip were rummaging through a pile of movies that they had stuffed under the television. They couldn’t decide whether the wanted to watch a horror movie, something comical, or anything else for that matter. “A Nightmare on Elm Street,” Lip suggested. “The remake.”
Before Ian had a chance to reply, Mickey came walking out of the kitchen and into the living room area. “We just fucking watched that, dumbass,” he scowled at the older Gallagher boy.
Lip lazily through the movie on the floor. “What the fuck ever. You pick then.” He got up from where he was sitting and took a seat on the couch.
Ian shook his head and randomly grabbed three movies from beneath him. He looked at both of them and felt satisfied. “Okay, The Exorcism, Rocky, or Happy Gilmore. Fucking pick one,” he instructed.
At the same time, Lip and Mickey said, “Rocky.”
This was the first time either of the boys have ever
agreed with each other on something so they each gave each other a sideways glance. “Guess there’s a first time for everything, huh, Mickey?” Lip mocked, but Mickey just rolled his eyes.
“Okay, shut the fuck up,” Ian said. “Let’s round everyone up.” He got to his feet and quickly ran to the kitchen to grab two beers for him and his boyfriend. Lip rolled his eyes because as usual, Ian was only thinking about Mickey.
Once Lip saw that his brother was settled on the couch next to Mickey, he called out for everyone to come watch. “Movie’s starting! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” With that everyone came running into the living room. To keep the tradition, Fiona put a big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and people were scavenging at it before the movie even began.
Lip and Mandy shared the recliner, while Carl and Little Hank laid out on the floor. On the sofa next to them, Kevin, Veronica, Fiona, and Liam squished together. Then lastly on the other couch was Ian and Mickey on one end, while Debbie and Holly were on the other. There was a lot of people in this small space, but they always made it comfortable.
As the movie began, everyone began to cuddle together— Holly was a stuck up bitch though so she sat there with a scowl and her arms crossed. All that girl cared about was alcohol, drugs, and dick, and she was only thirteen.
In the beginning of the movie, there was a large amount of times where someone had to tell Carl to shut up. He and Little Hank kept trying to ask Mickey about different ways of shooting, stabbing, or stealing. Luckily, Mickey knew not to answer those questions. “Don’t ask me that shit!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Lip yelled at the boys.
Finally everything was silenced. Before anyone knew it, half of the group was asleep. The only people who were awake was Mandy, Mickey, Ian, Holly, and Kev. “Why does Fi always insist on having these movie nights if everyone’s gonna fucking sleep?” Ian whispered to his boyfriend.
“Don’t fuckin’ ask me, man,” Mickey lightly laughed. “I might as well try and get some sleep to,” he stuck his arm out for Ian to cuddle into him. “Come here.” He pulled Ian into his side.
At first Ian didn’t go along with the idea of sleeping. Instead, he leaned his head close and nibbled on Mickey’s ear and it was then followed by running his hand down Mickey’s torso and towards his crotch. Just as Ian started to palm his boyfriend through his jeans, Mickey let out a nearly silent moan, but the moment was disturbed by Holly.
When Holly let out a sigh, the boys regained awareness that there was a room full of people around them. As red rushed to Mickey’s cheeks, Ian giggled. Despite the fact that they were horny, they were okay with just cuddling for the time being. The redhead rested his head on Mickey’s shoulder while their hand intertwined. Mickey’s ankle was hooked around Ian’s. They could never sleep unless they were wrapped in each other’s embrace. Breaking the sleepy and blissful moment, Ian’s phone rang. “Fuck,” he said and untangled himself from the shorter boy.
“Take that shit outside, man,” Kev pointed towards the door. “I fucking love this movie. Let me watch in peace.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “Alright.” He kissed Mickey’s cheek. “Be right back.”
After Ian exited the house, Mickey curled himself back up on the couch. He was trying to muffle sound and sight out from around him, but suddenly a hand was lingering around the belt of his jeans. Though they were in front of people, Mickey knew he had a blanket over him, so he smirked because he thought it was Ian— who else would it be? “You’re back already?” He asked with his eyes still shut.
Just as the hand started to go into his pants, Mickey realized this was not Ian’s hand. Ian was walking into the house just as this happened. Before either boy had the chance to do anything, Mandy did. “What the fuck?” She shouted, causing Holly to stumble back. Everyone quickly awoken to see what was going on.
“Yeah, what the fuck?” Ian said and protectively stood in front of Mickey. There were flames fuming in his eyes.
Mickey peaked around Ian to look at the blonde haired girl. “This bitch knows she’s not my type, right?” Ian shot him a glare that said shut the fuck up, right now, so he obliged.
“What the hell, Holly? You tried to get with my brother’s boyfriend!” Debbie yelled in shock and disgust. She could not figure out why she would do that.
Holly rolled her eyes. “You get with girls too,” she said as if it was that simple. “Figured I could be the next.” She tried to seductively bit her bottom lip.
Ian and Mickey tensed up as Holly spoke about him getting with girls. Every girl he’s ever got with had either been to try and cover up the gay or a fucking rape. It was still a bit of a sore situation, and it made both boys nervous.
Ian stepped forward, if this was a guy that he was dealing with he’d have hit the person by now, but this is a girl— a kid. Noticing how much Ian would’ve loved to take action, Mandy lunged forward and punched the girl in the face.
“Oh, fuck!” V yelled out because she was not expecting that to happen. Fiona clamped a hand over her mouth. Little Hank and Carl were left with their jaws wide open. Mickey smirked though, he was proud of his sister for her tough nature.
Lip clapped. “Get her, Mands!” He didn’t like this little Holly girl. She had a tendency of trying to get with guys that are way above her age— him being one of them. After two punches though, Kev pulled Mandy off.
Holly shrieked and fell backwards. A bit of blood trickled down her face and she displayed the most displeased and petrified expression. “Ugh! What the hell?” She complained.
“Fuck off,” Mickey waved Debbie’s so called friend towards the door. Covering her bruises, Holly let out another shriek and ran out of the house.
Ian’s arms were still crossed. He was clearly still annoyed by what happened, unlike everyone else who seemed to be over entertained. Debbie didn’t even seem to care that her friend got punched by Mandy, she had a hand cupped over her mouth as an attempt to keep from laughing.
Veronica shook her head. “Y’know, I never liked that girl. She’s a skank,” she laughed and the others in the room followed along.
Mickey was intently watching Ian, and then Lip spoke. “I mean I get why she thought you’d be into it though. You have been with your fair share of girls— Angie Zagho, Svet,” he joked. He didn’t know the story behind the whole Svetlana thing, but if he did, he would immediately regret saying that.
Suddenly it felt like Mickey’s heart was in his throat. He is gay, full out gay, he’s just had a few bad experiences. Snapping him out of his worried thoughts was watching Ian’s rage grow. The redhead grabbed Mickey’s hand, got up, and pushed hardly past Lip. The boys then towards the staircase.
“Oh, shit,” Fiona said in wonder as she and the clan watched the boys stomp up the steps.
As soon as the couple got into the bedroom, Ian pushed Mickey down onto the bed. Possession and lust were running through Ian’s veins as he straddled the dark haired boy. He started placing sloppy kissed around Mickey’s jaw and neck.
Mickey loved a jealous Ian— mainly because the night usual ended in really hot sex, and he secretly thought it was really cute seeing his boyfriend get all possessive.
As Ian pulled at the bottom of his boyfriend’s shirt, Mickey quickly pulled it off, followed by pulling Ian’s off. While they were undoing their belt buckles and pulled them down, they were heavily tangling their tongues together. Ian held the back of Mickey’s head in place and kissed him hard.
After Mickey let out another little moan, Ian separated their lips. “Turn around,” he ordered. He didn’t plan on prepping Mickey, he wanted to get right to it because watching Mickey squirm was his favorite thing to do.
Ian started licking up Mickey’s back. Once he got to his hairline, he leaned his head down. “You’re mine,” he said lustfully. The tone of his voice was almost enough to make Mickey cum.
“Show me who the fuck I belong to,” Mickey tilted his head back into Ian.
Without much warning, Ian thrusted himself into Mickey. As he was going back and forth, he had a tight grip around Mickey’s waist. The redhead was kissing all around Mickey’s back after every thrust.
Mickey’s eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head. “Fuck,” he whimpered. No one else would ever be able to make him feel this way. “I-Ian,” he moaned.
“Feels so good, Mick,” Ian into Mickey’s skin. Suddenly Ian reached his arm around his boyfriend’s body and wrapped his hand around Mickey’s dick. With every thrust was a stroke and suddenly both boys were cumming at the same time.
Ian sprawled himself on top of his breathless boyfriend for a moment. Once he rolled off, he placed a kiss on his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Mickey turned his head to look into Ian’s eyes. “You know you don’t gotta worry about other people tryna get with me, especially girls,” he joked.
Ian nodded. “I know. I just like showin’ you that you’re mine,” he whispered and stroked his hand through Mickey’s hair.