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Body Shots

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: On Dean’s birthday, you and Sam decide to throw your version of a party. Burgers, drinks, pie, the whole nine for your best friend. Sam goes to bed, leaving a very drunk Dean and a very drunk and very flirty you to yourselves.

Word Count: 2,028

Warnings: Drinking, very mild nudity, implied smut

A/N: This was written for @winchester-writes‘s Birthday Challenge! My alcohol of choice was Deanston scotch and my quote prompt was “Babe, I’m gonna need you to calm down a little bit, okay?” Both are bolded where they appear in the story! (this is totally a day late, and I’m so sorry!)

Originally posted by won-der-land89

Sam was out getting bacon cheeseburgers and something called ‘Super Mega Cheesy Fries,’ you were piling liquor bottles onto the table, and Dean was laid up in bed sleeping. Sam walked through the doors and threw the grease-soaked brown bag on the table beside the bottles.

“Set it up. Make it look good.” You instructed, then turned and walked down the hall to Dean’s room.

Popping the door open, you peeked your head in slowly and saw Dean’s side rising and falling with his calm breaths. You stepped to the bed, placing your hand on his shoulder and shaking him lightly. 

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Bonding Over Fries

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, & Drabble
Words: 567
POV: 2nd Person

Drabble #’s : 

103 -  “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Currently at your favorite burger joint in California with Mark and his close group of friends, you were busy finishing up your hamburger first since you always loved saving your fries for last. Jaebum, who was your long-time crush/frenemy, was eyeing your pile of fried goodness with a keen interest in them.

You chewed and then swallowed your last bite before speaking,

         “Boy…you better take your eyes off my fries. You’re not getting any, so don’t even bother asking for some.”
Jaebum scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Oh come on. You know that sharing is caring. Now give me your fries!

You popped a fry in your mouth and began to chew it in a way that was antagonizing to him.

Jaebum narrowed his eyes onto you and your endless pile of fries.

         “Woman, you better share some with me or else I’ll take some by force.” He threatened, determined to get some of your fries.

Mark and the rest of the gang watched your exchange with an interesting gleam in their eyes. All of them were wondering when you two will finally get together, secretly tired of your guys’ cat-dog relationship.

         “So… when are you two going to admit that you want to be together?” Yugyeom casually asked, stealing a fry from your plate.

You smiled at Yugyeom and offered more of your fries to him.

Jaebum’s mouth dropped at you being kind to the youngest member of the gang.

         “Okay! How come he gets to have some of your fries, but when I want some, you tell me to drop dead basically?!” He complained, pointing accusingly at you.

You simply shrugged in response, ignoring his complaints.

Jaebum scoffed, “And too think, I was actually going to ask you out on an ice cream date after this. You’re missing out sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth but soon closed it, unsure whether to retaliate with a snippy remark or not.

You eyed him cautiously, “You serious? You’re not just saying that to piss me off?”

Jaebum smirked at your sudden change in behavior, “Aww, you don’t believe me? I’m offended. I honestly do have romantic feelings for you, you know…” He seriously confessed, causing your heart to skip a beat and blush brightly.

You continued to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

         “Well… hmm… how would I tackle this?” You asked the rest of the boys while Jaebum patiently waited for your response. Honestly, he was just waiting for you to reject him, so he can move on with his life. He always thought it was foolish of him to go after you when you have made it “clear” that you didn’t return his feelings. Little did he know, it was the complete opposite.

Mark was the first answer you,

         “Well, you can honestly tell him that you always had a crush on him. I mean, it was pretty obvious to everyone here except to Jaebum.” He let out a short chuckle near the end.

You and Jaebum swiftly turned to the others.

         “Really?” You both simultaneously said.

Mark and the others nodded their heads with a wide smirk spread across their faces.

You shyly turned to Jaebum and then awkwardly pushed your plate of fries to him.

         “Yes.” You said vaguely, avoiding eye contact.

Jaebum’s eyes lit up, “Yes? Yes, to what?” He questioned, wondering what your simple yes meant.

         “Up to you decide what that meant.”

Reminder: Drabble challenge that I had going on is closed! The ones you are seeing are leftover from when I did have it open! Feel free to request any other things though! :) But please read the rules!


The moment I slide into my chair I’m served an enormous platter of food.  Eggs, ham, piles of fried potatoes.  A tureen of fruit sits in ice to keep it chilled.  The basket of rolls they set before me would keep my family going for a week. There’s an elegant glass of orange juice.  At least, I think it’s orange juice.  I’ve only even tasted an orange once, at New Year’s when my father bought one as a special treat.  A cup of coffee.  My mother adores coffee, which we could almost never afford, but it only tastes bitter and thin to me.  A rich brown cup of something I’ve never seen.

“They call it hot chocolate,” says Peeta.  "It’s good.“

I take a sip of the hot, sweet, creamy liquid and a shudder runs through me.  Even though the rest of the meal beckons, I ignore it until I’ve drained my cup. Peeta is still eating, breaking off bits of roll and dipping them in hot chocolate.

When Katniss first heads to the Capitol on the train, she tastes hot chocolate for the first time and is swept away. Girl knows what’s good.

Hot chocolate comes back up later in the book, and Katniss mimics what she saw Peeta doing, which is ripping off bits of roll and dipping it. Such a simple gesture, like a natural reaction. My Everlarked heart be like

Prompts in Panem is coming this week, and we all know that hot chocolate is best paired with a blanket and a dose of wonderful Everlark stories contributed by the amazing writers of this fandom. Patterned pajamas are totally optional, but completely encouraged.

I’m having none of that watered down cocoa powder shit. Please be kind to your taste buds. Get some good-quality chocolate and make the real deal.

English is not my first language so bear with me

To make super rich & creamy Capitol Hot Chocolate you gonna need:

  • 250ml of milk
  • 5 tablespoons of heavy whipping cream (30%)
  • 2-3 tablespoons of sugar
  • 50g of good quality dark chocolate (at least 70% cocoa content)
  • 1/3 teaspoon of cinnamon powder
  • 1/3 teaspoon of chili powder

Cinnamon and chili are optional, but both go with hot chocolate really well. Especially chili. You can add vanilla essence instead. Whatever you like.

Non suitable for children version anyone? Because while hot chocolate is nice, red wine is even nicer. You can also add Baileys, rum (I’m looking at you @thegirlfromoverthepond), tequila or just basically any kind of flavored liquor. This stuff is rich and decadent as heck. You have been warned. Two words: couch coma.

#1 Heat milk, heavy cream, sugar, chili and cinnamon in a heavy-bottom saucepan on medium heat. Stir constantly. Bring it to just below boiling point.

#2 Add chopped chocolate and stir until chocolate melts. Let it boil a little.

#3 Cook on low heat stirring constantly until chocolate is smooth and creamy. Like this:

#4 Immediately pour into a mug and serve.


If you make everything right, you get this beautiful sight:

I topped mine with milky dragees and caramel crumble. So beautiful. Somebody call Vogue.

Happy Prompts in Panem weekend! Enjoy!

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Mr. and Mrs. Smith (12) Another One

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Summary: You’re a medical student and a hunter. Your parents died, killed by a demon, and you picked up where they left off. No one knows about it and you live a perfectly normal life. What’s gonna happen when someday you run into Dean Winchester, having no idea, that he’s a hunter, too?

Wourd count: 1827

Warnings: between fluff and angst, I don’t know

Beta: @waywardlullabies (thank you so much, wifey <3)

A/N: I know, it’s been a month since I updated this series. And I’m sorry but I’ve been really busy. Fortunately, I’m back on track if it comes to writing so it’s going to be updated more often :) Enjoy, guys!

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“Ellen, what’s wrong?” You asked as worry began to invade your mind, your fingers tapping rhythmically at the sink.

“Two boys just got back from a hunt. They’re hurt. Badly.” She spoke, curses and shouting filling the background. “They didn’t gank the son of a bitch they went after. They thought it was one vampire but it seemed he had some friends. They barely made it.” You sighed, knowing that you couldn’t deny her anything, even if you wanted. She saved you more times than you could remember so you had to help her in every way possible.

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Idaho Nachos

This is a variation of nachos, using baked waffle fries instead of tortilla chips. It’s very messy, and makes a generous portion, perfect for splitting with a friend while watching netflix.

  • ½ Bag Frozen Waffle Fries
  • ½-1 Can Chili Beans in Sauce (you can also use straight up chili)
  • Cheddar Cheese (pepper jack or american would also be good)
  • Toppings of Your Choice: Olives, Scallions, Sour Cream, Salsa, Hot Sauce, Chopped Onions, Diced Avocado, Ect.

Heat the oven according to package directions. Meanwhile, get out a baking sheet and pour ½ a bag of the fries on it. Spread them out in an even layer. While you’re waiting for the oven to heat, get your toppings out, and shred some cheese. (You want at least a handful or two of shredded cheese.) Bake fries according to package directions, until hot and crispy. Pour the desired amount of beans into a microwave safe bowl, and heat until done. (Mine takes maybe 1:30-1:45 for one can.) Arrange the hot fries in a pile on a plate. Pour the beans over the fries. Top with cheese. (Microwave it for a few seconds if the cheese isn’t melting.) Add on your favorite toppings and eat. This could be made vegan if you left off the cheese and added some diced avocado or salsa in its place.

anonymous asked:

Or for another prompt Neil and Andrew are living together and it's a Sunday morning and they've got nothing to do no traveling no games just enjoying each other alllll day *heart eyes*

I wrote this one as them still being at Palmetto State. Thanks for the prompt! I listened to Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson as I wrote this because I am a massive sap, and that is where the first four lines come from.  

And I know I said this would be a Sunday morning post, but turns out I lost my patience!

We got everything we need right here and everything we need is enough. 
Just so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms,
Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm?
Wake up slow. Wake up slow.


When Neil drifted awake he could hear the soft patter of raindrops on their window. He shifted slightly and felt cool sheet against his fingertips. Beyond the rain he could hear the swish of cars passing the Fox Tower on wet roads. A girl outside shrieked at her friend to get her car open quicker. A few doors slammed, but otherwise Fox Tower was quiet. 

In the room itself the sound of his own breathing mixed with another’s, soft but deep. Neil finally cracked open an eye and rolled his head to look at Andrew, fast asleep on the other side of the bed. He lay on his side with his back against the wall, hands stretched out towards Neil and the edges of his hands resting on the dip of Neil’s elbow. His face was so relaxed Neil wanted to run his fingers over it, down the strip of his nose and across his pale cheeks. 

But that was a good way to get himself stabbed, so he didn’t.

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Secrets Can’t Be Forever

Request: Can you make an imagine where the reader is dating Draco and ton his her sister and finds out, and hates it.

Can you make an imagine where you’re dating Draco and you’re a weasley, everyone hates it but you get threw it together.

Words: 671

Pairing: (Y/N) x Draco Malfoy

“I love you.” He whispered against the skin of your cheek as he continued to stay as close to you as physically possible, your back pressed against the cold stone wall of the corridor. “Draco I should go back to the common room soon.“ You say lightly, pulling away from his embrace. A quizzical look crosses his face as he runs his fingers through your hair. “You know… we don’t want anyone to suspect anything.” Your voice is rough as you stare down at the ground, hot pink blush rising up to your cheeks. “(Y/N)!” Draco sighs exasperatedly, pulling his hand away from the side of your face. “If only you weren’t a darn Weasley…” Your head shot up at this remark. “Excuse me?” 
“Well you know…” He sounded less sure of himself now. “Its only because of your family that we can’t be seen in public.” You tore away from him and stared wide eyed. He had never insulted your family like this before. Of course he wasn’t on the best terms with them but he had never said that it was their fault. “Well if it wasn’t for your stupid pride Draco Malfoy we could be.” You spun around quickly on your heel, headed back to the Gryffindor common room and leaving a shocked Draco in your wake.

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Poorly Drawn Lines TonyxReader

Originally posted by ardijey


Request (super-the-natural): I read ‘Lingering Feeling’ and I cannot get over it (I’m such a Tony girl) and I saw your selfi and I must say you are very beautiful, I wish I could look like you. Could you write a TonyxReader where the reader grew up poor and in foster homes and stuff so she very sweet and humble, and Tony found out how she never had really expensive things so he tries to get her to let him buy her something? But she insists she doesn’t need anything? Thanks so much dear!!!

A/N: This is a really great request and I can’t wait to make it happen! xx Reader can turn people to stone!

Words: 1853

Warnings: deals with homelessness, poverty, adoption/foster care and mentions abuse but it’s also got fluff so there’s that

“Hey! Y/N?” Tony called you from the kitchen, making you look up from your book.

You were sprawled out on the couch, wrapped in a comfy blanket and really enjoying The History of Love. You poked your head out to look over the back of the couch and saw Tony standing in the archway between the kitchen and living room. 

“Tony!” You exclaimed back with a small smile gracing your lips. You always had a sweet spot for Tony Stark. “What’s up?”

He was wiping his dark oil covered hands on a cloth, a dorky but adorable smile on his face. “I was going to go into the city to pick up parts for a thing, maybe grab some lunch, you in?”

You bit your lip, looking down at the book in your hands and mentally sighing. The last thing you wanted to do was put it down while it was getting good, but your stomach grumbles were proof that you were hungry. “Yeah actually, I’m starved!”

“Perfect! Let’s go then.” 

You hopped off the couch and followed Tony all the way out into the garage. He hesitated by the key rack, unsure of which car to take. You rolled your eyes and waited, watching as he finally decided on a key to a red pinstriped, top-down Camaro. You widened your eyes and let Tony open your door before sliding in and buckling up.

“This is…uh nice…” You mumbled, running your hand over the dashboard in slight awe. This thing was one of the most expensive looking cars you’d ever seen in your entire life. “Isn’t this a little extravagant for a trip to the city?”

Tony shrugged, turning the key and speeding away from the Avengers Facility, so fast that your head snapped back against the leather seat.

“Tony!” You giggled, leaning over to punch him in the arm. “You’re going to kill us both!”

He laughed, his hair flying wildly in the wind. “No way! I do this all the time it’s fine!”

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as Tony flew down the freeway, towards New York City. The sight of the city skyline made you smile because it forced Tony to finally slow down. As you cruised the two of you talked about his newest improvements to some of the Team’s gear and supersuits.

Tony was obsessed with the idea that you could change the chemical anatomy of people, he and Bruce thought it was the coolest thing since meeting well…the Hulk. As the car pulled up in front of a mechanical shop, Tony turned to you to finish your long discussion. “I mean, you wouldn’t even consider it?”

“No!” You scoffed with a bemused grin, “Why on earth would I turn Steve to stone? We kinda need him to be the Avengers!”

“I could take over as team leader!” He defended hotly. “He’s not the only one with leadership skills!”

“He’s the only one with good leadership skills…Other than maybe Clint or Romanoff…”

He raised a single pointed eyebrow and got out of the car. You slowly followed suit. “Thank you for that, it didn’t hurt my ego whatsoever, Landslide.” He whined.

You rolled your eyes at Tony’s stupid nickname for you and lightly smacked his chest. “You’re Tony Stark, you’re ego is fine to shrink a little bit.”

The two of you went into the shop and picked up two decent sized packages, bringing them out and stuffing them into the trunk of the sports car.

Tony turned to you, “So where do you wanna get lunch? I know a few great places that serve ca-”

“McDonalds?” You ask hopefully, smiling up at the billionaire with the refined pallet. “Please?”

He sighed in defeat, looking down at you with an accusing look in his eye. “Fineeeeee Mrs. ‘I eat disgusting food’, we can go to McDonalds. But honestly, I thought you were better than that…”

That stung a bit but you knew he was teasing you, so you did your best not to take it personally. You both walked down the street, Tony telling you stupid science jokes that weren’t actually funny or even punny in the slightest. But you weren’t going to burst his bubble for the second time today, so you let him carry on, slightly amused with how hard he seemed to be trying to make you laugh.

Slightly down the street from you, there was a small homeless man sitting on the corner of the street and holding a coffee cup in front of him for change. You automatically reached into your pocket to look for change, but you didn’t have any and you mentally cursed for leaving your wallet at home. The frustration and helplessness shook your entire body and you wished that there was something you could do to help the poor man.

“Y/N?” Tony asked, placing his hand on your arm lightly. He followed your gaze to the homeless man. “Do you know him?”

You shook your head, pulling away from Tony and walking up to the man. He toothlessly smiled at you, holding up his empty coffee cup. 

“I’m really sorry, I don’t have any money with me.” You shyly apologized. Instead you leaned down and packed him on the cheek, “But I promise you one day it will get better. Hang in there sir.”

You stepped back and turned to Tony who was staring at you with his mouth open. Embarrassment flooded throughout your entire body and you couldn’t meet his eyes so you started walking down the street as fast as you could.

There were a few seconds of silence before Tony started yelling after you. “Y/N! Wait Y/N, please hold on! Shit, I can’t run this fast! Wait up.”

You stopped running but there were tears pooling in your eyes and you tried to wipe them away as Tony got closer. He reached you and pulled you into a hug without a second thought, his arms wrapping around your torso. 

When you pulled away he turned around and squatted slightly, letting you hop on his back for a piggyback ride.

You lay your cheek against his shoulder and frowned, “I feel like a kid.”

Tony chuffed, visibly rolling his eyes, “You’re like 10 pounds, you practically are a kid.”

“Shut up.”

Within 15 minutes the two of you were seated at a McDonalds, french fries and chicken nuggets piled in front of you. You silently picked at the food, Tony watching you intently, obviously trying to figure out what had just happened.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Tony asked softly and curiously, “You know I’ll listen.”

You thought it over, weighing the options in your mind. None of the Avengers knew anything about your past or where you came from…and maybe it was time to trust them. You looked up, eyes searching his face, desperately trying to find a reason to not trust him - but failing miserably.

So you started telling him the truth.

“When I was 7, my parents found out about my powers. I turned a kid in my class to stone because he didn’t know how to share.” You told him with a small smile, trying to think of the best way to proceed. “They weren’t happy when they found out, I’ll put it that way. They kicked me out and - “

“Hold on!” Tony protested, looking angry. “They kicked out a 7 year old?!”

You nodded, “Uh yeah. So I lived in a few foster homes for a while, went from family to family; but no one wanted the weird girl who’d been known around the state for having witchy-voodoo powers. So at 13 I got sick and tired of people trying to hurt me and make money off me, so I ran away.”

His eyes widened and he mentally connected the dots, “You were homeless…”

“Mhm,” You mumbled, slightly embarrassed. “I lived on the streets and in a few youth shelters for almost 8 years, then Nick Fury found me and brought me to SHIELD for some tests and stuff and suddenly I had a roof over my head again. But I saw that man and I don’t know, I just remembered it all. The cold nights, the hungry days - it sucked living it the first time, I didn’t really need to do it all again…”

“Well now I’m really glad that I slipped him a couple hundreds…” Tony mumbled and it was your turn to look shocked now.

“You did?”

He smiled, “Yeah Y/N, you looked pretty shaken up and I figured if you’d brought your wallet with you, you would’ve practically handed it over to him, so I beat you to it.”

You bit your lip, and suddenly some very watery tears welled up in your eyes and slowly slipped down your cheek. “Thank you Tony, that means a lot to me.”

“Hey, anything for you sweetheart!” He beamed, leaning over to wipe a tear off your face. “Now stop crying, because you’re going to make me cry if you keep doing that.”

You hiccuped a laugh through the tears and wiped your eyes on your sleeve rapidly. “Right, sorry.”

He leaned back in the booth and crossed his arms firmly against his chest, “So then, where do we go first?”

Your eyes widened in confusion, “Didn’t we get your package already?”

“Yeah but now I’m taking you shopping! Where do you want to go first?”

You heart melted at the kindness of the man sitting across from you. “Oh Tony, that’s so sweet but I have absolutely everything I need and more. I couldn’t possibly ask you to -”

“I’m offering!” He chuckled, grabbing your hand on the table. “I want to.”

You smiled, standing up and sitting beside him in the booth. “I don’t need anything Tony. A day hanging out with you is far more than anything I could ever buy at the mall.”

He raised an eyebrow, slightly leaning his face down towards yours. “Really?”

You bit your lip nervously, “Mhm…”

He grinned, cupping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you in for a long and slow kiss that made your stomach flip. His lips moulded gently against yours, the feeling of his slight stubble tickled your face.

He pulled away when you started giggling, unable to hold in his own laughter. 

“I really hope you’re not laughing at my questionable kissing skills.”

You smiled and leaned your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m not, I promise.”

In the months to follow, Tony Stark made a large set of donations to homeless shelters across the country under an anonymous alias. He wasn’t doing it for himself, he was doing it for the person that he was falling in love with more and more everyday.

Even though she didn’t want anything expensive or special, he made sure to get her a charm bracelet with a symbol for each of her friends and fellow Avengers - but little did she know the Iron Man charm was slightly bigger then the rest.

iI won’t lie to you beautiful people, I totally paused my writing when Burning Up by the JoBros came on and had a mini dance party! Haha, I’m such a dork…

To start with, you were just some young hunter with a Southern accent and every stereotype that went with it. And to Sam and Dean, it was freakin’ hilarious. Especially when you got mad, and the accent would just get worse. Dean’s sides would damn near cramp up from laughter.

But, not long after meeting, the three of you got surprisingly close. And it was after a messy hunt, when the three of you were filthy and smelly and would need at least a two hour shower to look presentable, did Dean realize that he got butterflies whenever he thought about you. He realized that even when your hair was messed up and you had monster gunk all over you and would eat piles of fries and gallons of sweet tea, you were pretty much perfect.

He didn’t say this out loud, though. Dean didn’t dare to, not even to Sam. You and the younger Winchester were very close friends; there wasn’t a doubt in Dean’s mind that Sam would go off and tell you. So when Dean realized he fell in love with you, he kept quiet. And did for a long time.

Because you were a good thing in his life, and he didn’t want to lose it by acknowledging it.

Requested by Anon~

Hot and Cold

As requested, a stand alone one shot :)


I was having an amazing dream. In the dream I was on a beach. It looked a lot like the beach in front of Taylor’s place in Rhode Island really, and I was watching my beautiful girlfriend frolic in the water. But she wasn’t alone. No, following her were two pixie-like little girls, both with unruly blond curls and frilly bathing suits. Taylor crouched down to their level and they all started whispering, with Taylor smiling at me. All of the sudden they were running at me at full pelt, or what is full pelt for small children. They finally reached me and started peppering my face with kisses…. wait those kisses felt too real, like I could feel them.

“Adam? Babe?” I heard a voice say, pulling me out of my dream as I felt the person kiss my cheek again to wake me up.

I opened my eyes to be met with a pair of brilliant blue orbs staring at me, wide awake.

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anonymous asked:

could please give us a little preview for the upcoming chapter?? I feel like I can't wait any longer ,_,

I wasn’t planning on posting this so soon, but here’s to you, anon:

They sit at the table.

Or rather, Derek sits at the table and Stiles spends ten minutes scurrying around organizing the food before finally plopping down to join him.

The spread is impressive, if not akin to something a six-year-old might put together. The entire carton of eggs is fried up and piled on a plate swimming in yellow, only two out of twelve yolks still in one piece. Another plate holds a mountain of toast and a few frozen waffles, all varying hues of black because Stiles always gets distracted and forgets to check the toaster. The bacon is the only thing that isn’t fried to a crisp— it’s actually perfectly done, which shouldn’t be a surprise based on how often the teen expresses his “undying, unconditional, eternal” love for the pork strips. Every beverage on hand is lined up in front of them: the pot of coffee, the orange juice, the Pellegrinos, Derek’s half-empty blueberry Odwalla, and the gallon of milk, of which Stiles pours a giant glass for himself and squirts in about a pint of chocolate syrup.

They eat quietly, for the most part. At first Stiles is too busy listening to the Mets game on his laptop to proceed with his usual blabbering. He pops a couple Adderall and listens intently while nibbling on his bacon, big eyes staring straight ahead as the announcer obnoxiously narrates the game, which sounds like a hot mess. Derek doesn’t follow baseball and doesn’t really understand most of what’s going on, but he knows something good must happen whenever Stiles interrupts his chewing to whoop “hell yeah!” and do a mini fist-bump in the air. Derek thinks it’s stupid, but it’s fun to watch regardless. Maybe.

When the game ends there’s only two strips of bacon left. Stiles mutes his laptop and proceeds with the usual ramblings about the dumb adventures he and Scott did as kids and his latest Lord of the Rings theories, until he pops the question.

Michael is your brother’s best friend - Part Four

Part One | Part Two | Part Three (A) | Part Three (B) | Part Four

Summary: Michael is your brother’s best friend and you both hate each other but something happens and your feelings start to change….

A/N: After a quick Google search I found out that the legal drinking age in Australia is 18 and as Michael is 19 in this (Y/N is 16), then it is fully legal for him to be drinking beer (not that the law would stop him anyway). Btw guys I’m British so I call my mother, ‘Mum’ so yeh, just letting you know. Also, I live for comments ;) ~ Katie x

The day after your trip to the cinema was Monday, which meant your weekly return back to Hell (aka school). Just like every other Monday, the day went by relatively slowly but soon enough you were returning back to your house. To no surprise, as you opened the door, you could see Michael’s Doc Martens lined up with the rest of your family’s shoes. Eager to avoid him, you decided to go straight up to your room. Just because he did that one act of kindness yesterday, didn’t automatically mean that you had to be nice to him.


At around 6pm your  bedroom door opened and you looked up to see Josh stood there with a takeaway menu in his hand.

“Mum says she’s not going to be home till late so me and Michael are going to order pizza. Does pepperoni sound good to you? Michael’s getting ham and pineapple too so he’ll probably give you a slice of his if you asked nicely,” he said. You just nodded your agreement and then replaced the earbud back in your ear, signalling this conversation had ended. You and your sibling had never officially made up after your impromptu argument yesterday so you tried your best to be civil but you still wanted an apology at some point.


Around an hour and a half later, you walked down the stairs after hearing the doorbell ring. The pizza had been delivered. When you walked in you could see all the food displayed on the kitchen counter like a buffet. You took a slice of each of the two pizzas and grabbed a handful of fries, piling them onto the plate and then squirting a large dollop of mayonnaise next to the fries.

Michael and Josh were nowhere to be seen (they were probably getting beer from the mini fridge in Josh’s room or something). You decided to sit in the middle of the sofa, hoping that the two boys would sit at the dinner table and give you some space. But of course, knowing your luck, when they returned, they both picked up their pizza boxes and came to sit either side of you. Michael gave a quick glance at your plate and said:

“I see that you helped yourself to my pizza.”

“Well hello to you too, Michael. And Josh said I could anyway,” you replied.

“Well, it’s not Josh’s pizza now is it, sunshine?” Michael asked mockingly.

Josh groaned loudly, “Would you two stop bickering for ten minutes while I eat my dinner please. Honestly, it’s so annoying - get over it!” Michael just smirked at your brother’s outburst but remained quiet, you decided to take his lead and was silent too. You ate the rest of the meal with relatively little awkwardness.

When you were all finished, you collected both of the boys’ plates and took them to the kitchen sink, without any kind of thank you from Michael, not that it was expected anyway. You poured yourself a glass of water and returned to the sofa to find that Michael had spread himself out so that his legs were propped up where you had been previously sitting.

“Move your feet,” you said, knocking his foot as you said it.

“Make me,” Michael replied, acting like a five year old that had been asked to go to bed.

You just shrugged and proceeded to sit on his thighs, deciding that they would be a lot more comfortable that his feet or calfs. However, you made sure to stay as far away as possible from his dick because, ew, that would be so disgusting.

Michael didn’t even react and just threw his arm over the back of the sofa. It didn’t look like he would be moving his legs anytime soon and you sure as hell weren’t going to give in and leave.


After half an hour of sitting on Michael’s legs, you began to feel them move beneath you, he was obviously getting cramp from all the unnecessary weight on them.

Five minutes of random fidgeting later, Michael said, “Alright, I give in. Move your arse so I can get some blood flow back into my legs.”

Not saying a word but grinning widely at your triumph, you stood up and almost instantly, Michael was shaking and massaging his legs comically to end the numb sensation.

“Okay, now I can safely say I won that battle, I’m going up to my room.” You said, walking towards the door.

“Night Y/N,” your brother said and you returned the sentiment with a kiss to his cheek.

Michael just flipped you the bird and sarcastically said, “See you tomorrow Y/N”.

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