Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽
Pairing: Castiel x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!
A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!
It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.
It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.
And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.
Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.
Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.
Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention
A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester, @insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.
Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven
Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal
sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and
as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until
nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention
to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful
of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.
(He gets his wish).
“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last
week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical
SUMMARY:After a run in with one of Johnny’s fellow frat brothers, you had thought he had just been after one thing. But when, not only Johnny himself, but with the help of your friends, they helped you realize that you had made some very misguided judgments. //“What tastes better than it smells?”
GENRE/WARNINGS:Fraternity/College!AU // It’s honestly mostly fluff with smut thrown in at the end. This is part of a collab with @versigny and a bunch of other writers. You can read the prologue here.
❝You’d always wondered what it would have been like if you and Hoseok had grown up liking each other, if you had had a childhood friend for a neighbor instead of a sworn enemy. While you would literally rather gauge your eyes out with a spoon than be forced to have a conversation with your shit for brains neighbor, a class trip to the museum and one wonky statue places the two of you under a body swap curse with no set way to reverse it.❞
Why do you think it's ok to use queer as a blanket term? As a bi trans person I find it incredibly hurtful and offensive
Do you really want to know my answer? Like seriously, are you actually open to listening to what my answer may be and absorbing any new information I may offer on the topic?
Because from here it doesn’t seem like you are.
Let’s be honest with each other, you started out with the phrase “why do you think it’s ok” which is aggressive language, and then you justified your disagreement with your identity. Which I always found to be an interesting tactic, because when this clarification exists in an argument it assumes that by having this particular set of identities you are somehow more qualified to discuss this problem than someone else, while at the same time personalizing you so it is harder for anyone to disagree with you.
You then use the words hurtful, and then offensive. Both button words that illicit a certain type of response, hurtful in how inarguable it is. That is your feeling and I would never argue what a stranger is feeling to them. Then there is offensive, which is a word that is very well used in the LGBT+ community to discuss important issues surrounding our dehumanization.
I don’t think that this message was a carefully crafted masterpiece of debate and trickery that you spent hour figuring out the direct phrasing of obviously, but I do think you had an intent when you wrote this message and the words you chose make that intent clear.
You don’t want to talk to me. Hell I doubt you even follow me. I have anonymous turned off on my ask box, but I am almost 100% sure that if I didn’t you would be sending this under the little sunglasses wearing icon.
Also if you checked my FAQ you would have found a helpful little link explaining to you my views on the queer discourse. You may have noticed that I have my own reasons why I decide to use that word, and my own history with it. You probably also would have seen my post saying that I don’t mind people disagreeing with me. Or you could have seen that I have a link set up that blocks the word from all my content so no one has to see it if they don’t want to, and they can still have access to the history that I give insight into.
But you didn’t care about that did you? Because you aren’t actually interested in what I have to say, if you were you would have already seen all of this and you would have seen my request for people to stop asking me to drag out my arguments for why I use the word again and again. You probably would have realized that either A) it is a lost cause so why bother B) that I have nothing left to say on the matter that I haven’t already said and you may have respected my professional boundaries enough to leave it alone.
But here we are, you uninformed and angry, and me annoyed and tired. We aren’t going to have a good dialogue, and I am near certain you wouldn’t have accepted one if I offered it. You are not here to change my mind, because I have to assume that you at least did a basic check to see that my entire project has the word queer in it and it is pretty clear that isn’t changing. And you are also not here to have your mind changed.
And to be honest I have no desire to change your mind. I don’t mind people disagreeing with me on this. It actually isn’t that big of a deal to me if someone doesn’t agree with my viewpoints all the time.
I have read a lot of arguments in favour of removing the word from our lexicon completely. I disagree, but I understand them. As I have said before, this isn’t a huge dividing point for me.
I have given people access to my work without the word queer in it, and that is the extent of what I am going to do here.
So why are you sending this in? Nothing is going to change from it, and honestly it is a pretty boring message so I can’t believe you thought something would.
I think the sole reason you sent this was performative.
You wanted to show that you tried to convince that big mean queer person without actually trying to convince them. Maybe this was a performance; for your followers, maybe you will screenshot my response and share them in a group chat. Or it is also possible this is a performance for yourself, maybe you want to convince yourself that you are doing something.
Maybe you feel ineffective or like you need to make a difference so you are sending this message to me to feel proud of yourself for trying to change something that you don’t like.
But you aren’t doing this to actually do the hard work of changing something.
And it is fine if you aren’t able to do that work for any reason, but leave other people out of your sense of inadequacy. I am not here to be your punching bag that you hit so you can feel big and strong.
I am tired, and I am bored of people sending me this performative garbage.
Which of course lends itself to the question, why am I answering this publicly?
I will admit there is a little bit of performance from my side as well, I want people to see how right I am and how much this behavior sucks. I want people to see me destroying this ask, and I am not going to lie I am totally going to send screenshots to the group chat.
What makes us different, is that I didn’t seek this performance out. I clearly did not send this to myself, and I haven’t made a post about the queer discourse in months. Which means, this person had to search for me so that they could get mad at me. Whereas I just had to check my inbox this morning and respond to what was there.
But outside of the performance of it all, I want my answer to sit with you for a couple of days. I don’t care if I change your mind about the queer discourse because honestly I do not care about the queer discourse. But I do want to change something. I want you to stop sending asks like these, because this doesn’t seem like it is your first.
And if you were just sending them to me I would be fine with it. I can delete asks, and they roll off my back if I decide to let them. But not everyone is like that.
I could now give a rant about the little baby queers I am protecting, but it is not just about them. It is about all of the people you send this kind of thing to (who almost certainly don’t deserve hate mail), whether they are affected deeply by it or not it doesn’t make what you are doing any better.
And if me writing this long message publicly makes it less likely for you to send something like this again, then it is worth the five minutes I have spent crafting it. Because if you are a little more self conscious about doing something like this again, then hopefully I will have spared a couple of people the annoyance of having to deal with this kind of garbage message.
In YOI episode 3 when Yurio is about to start his program and Yuuko is freaking out over his costume, why is Victor shown as if he's in deep thought? Or just why was the clip shown in the first place? I feel like they wouldn't have put it there just because, but I cant figure out what it's significants is..Do you know why?
I love episode 3.
It’s one of my favorites. There are so many interesting character moments to analyze, and this is one of them.
There are several potential interpretations you could apply to this scene.
Yuri is scowling as he’s warming up to
perform “Agape” - which is not Agape-like behavior. Victor could be
thinking “Well, I guess he hasn’t tapped into the concept of Agape after
If you notice earlier in the episode, we see Victor looking at Yuri much the same way - particularly right before he sends him off to the waterfall. Victor is not seeing what he wants in Yuri’s demeanor.
You could also speculate that Victor might see a younger version of himself in Yuri, who is standing there in Victor’s costume from his junior years.
i smiled as i heard the door chime ring. the usual nerdy boy who usually sported science puns on his clothing walked in. his friend was quick behind him trying to speak quietly but it obviously wasn’t working out for him.
“peter this is amazing, we have to tell everyone” the friend of the brown hair’d boy attempted to whisper but it was loud enough for me to hear. his hands were flailing in the air excitedly while peter just looked annoyed.
“ned shut up!” peter snapped at his friend ned. he looked back at him he sent a glare his way as they both pulled out their books from their bag.
“okay the teacher was making no sense tod-” peters friend began rambling on and on about something but my eyes were focused on him, the way his eyes scanned through the text, the way his smile starts at the far corners of his mouth.
i was starring from the counter pretending to be at the cash register but no one was paying. someone bumped my hip, i looked up to see my co-worker olivia nod her head toward the table. i blushed while grabbing a note pad and a pen.
A/N: Did y’all really think I wasn’t going to update before i left!? THERE IS ONE MORE PART LEFT. I AM EMO ABOUT IT SO PLEASE DONT ASK WHEN IT WILL COME OUT BECAUSE I AM SO FUCKING EMO ABOUT THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW
The door to the coffee shop opened with a bang as the handle of the metal door slammed into the wall behind.
“Sorry!” you heard a familiar voice shout as she made her way through the coffee shop and towards the counter.
You turn around to see Mina slamming her expensive bag down on the counter, and pull up seat. She is staring at you, giving you a look that can only mean one thing. You were in trouble. She waits, folding her hands in her lap as she waits for you to tell her what you hadn’t.
But her short fuse gets the best of her, “When were you going to tell me that Taehyung was back?”
"You’ve been busy.“ you shrug as you try to occupy yourself with the rack of clean dishes in front of you.
"That’s no excuse, Y/N. We’re best friends. We are supposed to tell each other everything,” she hisses.
A glass slams on the counter with a little too much force as you turn your attention to your best friend. She’s staring at you, unsure where your emotions are coming from. It is very rare that you raise your voice to anyone, especially Mina. That was her niche.
Stop trying to demonize lars for what happened in “I am my mom”
He did not save Sadie? He had a panic attack! he had been abducted, held captive for days, taken aboard a space ship, and was staring at a hulking super powered wall of mussel that he had only just got free off. Being scared of dangerous gems and their tech is rational and not knew or just Lars.
Remember in early parts of season 1 when Steven, back when he did not have much training or experience, had to be poofed home because a mission was to intense? or when he got so scared in that Gem maze that he blacked out and Garnet had to carry him? Well he was still barely more than a human kid and was in over his head. It was really scary and he reacted scared.
Remember when we first met Connie? she and Steven got stuck in one of Stevens bubbles. No monsters, no weapons being pointed at them, they are just stuck in a giant hamster toy. Yet still Connie spent the whole episode freaking out and crying how she thought she was going to die ad she all the things she will never get to do. Well she was just a girl and she was stuck in something. It was scary and she reacted scared
Remember Jamie in the episode? spent the whole time dramatically describing how he expected them all to be killed, caused the panic level to rise, pleaded with a fourteen year old kid to save him before getting to safety, had to be carried out by said child because he was paralyzed with fear. People call his reaction understandable, funny, and adorable; and I am glad they are so kind to him. He is a human in a scary situation, that he as no training for, and he reacted scared.
Now lets look at Sadie. Everybody is saying how she should hate him, and if it were reversed she would have saved him, but is that true? Anyone who watches the show objectively will notice that Sadie pulls, or stands by watching, a lot of bad crap, at the same time Lars does. The characters make an interesting couple because they are very similar in habits and flaws. Unlike Lars though half this fandom gives Sadie a free pass on her crap because she is female, and because they are so happy to see a short, chunky girl on T.V. (note I am not trying to insult either representation. I happen to be extremely short myself.). In that house of horror episode she did nothing to stop Ronaldo from saying this was all Lars fault, and trying to sacrifice him to the house; she just watched scared and tried to get out herself. Yes she saved them in the island episode, but that was after Steven threw her a stick and reminded her that she was a good hunter, before that she was running in blind fear just like the other two. Why did she act like this? Because she is a human who was over her head, in a scary situation, and reacted scared.
In all of this I have only described human characters, and Steven before he learned to use his gem powers. How many times have Gems lost it and reacted bad. Hey lets talk about real people. I could say I would fight if someone cam after me and my friends, But the truth is that unless I was grabbled I would lose my mind and flee. Any of you who are criticizing Lars can say that you would stay and fight a attacker/kidnapper, but honestly unless you have like military or police training it is safe to bet you would lose your minds and run. The first lesson you are taught in self defense classes “scream as loud as you can, and run at first chance”.
Fear is a natural and human emotion. It can at times prevent you from doing what you want to, especially when it comes in a force strong enough to cause panic attacks. It is wrong to call someone a bad guy or weak person because they got scare
Summary: When Tom and Harrison buy their new apartment… they end up moving into the Reader’s building. The Reader is ecstatic, being a huge fan of the duo, particularly Tom. They’re desperate to catch a glimpse of Tom, desperate to get his attention. And they sure do… although a series of unfortunate and embarrassing accidents isn’t the way they wanted to do so.
Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader (romantic), Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield (platonic), Harrison Osterfield x Reader (platonic)
Warning(s): Vaguely described sexy dancing, swearing, embarrassment
A/N: I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I AM DOING THIS, TERROR IS COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS. Okay, now that that’s outta the way… I adore this song and Tom… so thought why not put the two together? Anyways, this is my first imagine in… awhile. The second one I’ve ever written, and the first one I’ve written on this blog. Please leave me some feedback!
P.S I know I use the f-word a lot. Sorry. It’s just… ingrained into my thoughts now.
Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield had moved into the building your flat was in nearly a month ago. Initially, you were flabbergasted, and desperate for a sight of them. You adored both boys, even more so after the release of Spiderman: Homecoming… and just seeing them in person would surely put you on cloud nine. Mostly because you had the world’s biggest crush on Tom. You couldn’t have been more wrong.
Three days after they had moved in, you had been cleaning around the window near your fire escape and accidentally knocked one of your many potted plants off of the windowsill. It fell several stories to the pavement below… and almost hit Harrison fucking Osterfield. Both boys had looked up, clearly startled. You squeaked and promptly ducked back inside, face tomato red with mortification. You sunk to the floor and buried your face in your hands, heart pounding wildly. You’d almost killed one of your favourite celebrities! God. How could you be that stupid? Had they seen you? It had felt as though Tom was looking right at you…You shivered at the thought.
Then and there you vowed to never do something like that again and to never say a word about it, were you ever to bump into them. Unfortunately, the Universe had other plans for you, and that was only the first of many embarrassing incidents involving you and Tom Holland.
The next… escapade occurred roughly two weeks after the “Deadly Potted Plant Incident”, as your best friend had dubbed it through a fit of giggles the very night of the tragedy. You were returning from the library, a mountain of books stacked in your arms. Most were for research purposes, but a few were pleasure reads, and you were quite excited to look at every single book. The lift hadn’t been working the past few days, so you had to take the stairs. Misfortune, it seemed, was following you everywhere these days.
With a soft sigh, you started to climb, arms awkwardly positioned to keep a grip on the stack of books. You made it up two flights of stairs before disaster struck. You couldn’t see very well with all the books in the way and thought that there was another step when there actually wasn’t… you lurched and tumbled to the ground, books skidding across the landing every which way.
“Oh, fuck,” you whined, pushing up into a standing position, your bum going out, wincing as you straightened your knees. You gently rubbed at your knees, hissing at the pain, still bent over. There’d be some lovely purple bruises tomorrow. Fantastic. Someone had cleared their throat, startling you into making a rather undignified noise and somehow flailing your way into falling again. This time on to the landing. Smack on your ass. And of course- because the Universe hated you- It was Tom fucking Holland.
“Hey… are you alright, love?” He asked gently, squatting down in order to be eye-level with you. Your eyes went wide, cheeks warming significantly. God, he was so pretty up close… You opened and closed your mouth a few times, probably looking like a fish… of fucking course now was the time your voice chose to take a lunch break. After a few painful minutes, you were finally able to speak… and that made things even worse.
“No!” You squealed, scrambling backwards on all fours, “I almost killed Harrison with a potted plant last week and now-” You cut yourself off, gasping. You’d specifically told yourself never to mention that if you met Tom! God, you were such a mess! You quickly gathered your books and somehow sprinted up the stairs. Once you got into your apartment, you threw yourself on the couch, moaning over your embarrassment. Only you could mess up this bad.
The third incident happened the next week. You just couldn’t catch a break. You had, by this point, lulled yourself into a false sense of security. You hadn’t seen Tom or Harrison since the “Book Bumble Of Utter Humiliation” (okay, so you’d practically run away whenever either of them spotted you) and everything else in your life had been going pretty well. Your favourite professor had asked to keep one of your essays to use it as a future example.
You had just returned from grocery shopping, headphones in and two bags in your hand. The lift was finally working again, so you walked in. Your favourite song of the moment came on before the doors closed. Things had been getting better… you hadn’t had any more… eventful encounters with your famous sort-of neighbours. You could just… let go and dance to your favourite song, right? You put your bags on the ground, hips already starting to drop and move with the bass. Seconds later, you were full on dancing as though you were in a club. A bright smile bloomed on your face as you spun around slowly, circling your hips, hands in the air.
You hadn’t noticed that the lift had stopped… but you did see the doors opening over your shoulder mid hip-roll. And there, in all his lazy Sunday afternoon glory, was Tom Holland, mouth hanging open. Oh shit.
hey if you're still doing prompts, the time(s) someone outside of the team (or inside) mistakes aaron for andrew or the other way around?? thanks!! i love your writing!!
There should be some sort of rule, Aaron thinks, that identical twins have to avoid celebrity.
It was disarming enough to be a teenager the first time he saw his own face with nothing inside of it, like an indifferent stone likeness. Then Andrew went and got himself famous, made himself important to everyone (including Aaron). He stares out from magazine spreads with his middle finger up when Aaron goes through the checkout counter, and he follows him closely with his reputation.
He’s had patients bow out of the exam room when they heard their intern was ‘A. Minyard’. He’s had anger and relief flip toggles in his chest when he caved and bought a magazine, finding Andrew and Neil piled in Exy gear to promote a product. They looked uncommitted and severe except when they were jostled together and shot from the side, candid, staring.
It almost makes him miss the moments with the foxes when everything was as simple as watching Andrew’s face for the changes and catching the wave to the next game.
But it’s better to have the kind of work that he knows he does best, stockpiled for the rest of medical school and the rest of his life after that. It feels good to stretch on rubber gloves and distance himself from the worst sort of rot in the world.
It feels good for his feet to throb and his head to twist itself into knots, and to come home to Katelyn, who always tries to wait up for him and never can. She passes out with her legs over the armrest of their secondhand couch and her hair fanned over the cushions. He kisses her awake more often than not.
He goes for runs, sometimes, like he never did in college. It’s when his own reflection makes his neck prickle and he thinks, god, he’s here. He’s never not here. If you’re a twin you’re a member of a club, and you’re constantly in uniform.
He gets stopped on the street and asked for his autograph, and he feels comforted to know that his “piss off” is gentler than whatever Andrew would have said.
He sees his own face hoisted at pride, watches Andrew become half of a relationship that handcuffs exy to entire social movements, and it coaxes old fear into his blood. It takes some wrangling and undoing of rusted closed spigots before he realizes that he’s impressed, too.
He hates Neil out of habit. He watches the sun make new colours with Katelyn’s hair at 5 am. He puts his alarm on snooze just so he can lie there with her. He likes that his life is a can on a string, and somewhere, tossed out into another state, in a high-rise with blackout curtains and an orange cat, Andrew has the other can.
hc: when dick's really stressed he will literally last on an hour or two of sleep a night and neglect to eat like, real meals. i know ur as much of a sucker for dick grayson fluff as i am, i just love the idea of his sibs being like "youre so stupid how are you still alive, even tim eats power bars before patrol and catches catnaps when he's not working on something, why are you like this"
“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” with Dick please?
So, sorry I took a few days to get to this headcanon. I kind of ended up turning into a 3k+ story. Hope that’s okay. Also, this is more hurt/comfort than angst, I think. There’s some fluff right there in the middle, too.
Thanks to @timdrakeothy, because without you, I don’t know if I would have had the inspiration to continue this story. I was very stuck, and you helped out without even knowing it. So thanks!
Also, thank for 500
followers (it’s almost 600 now, but I meant to get a milestone fic out ages ago when I hit 500)!
Tim freezes, because he’d thought
he’d just heard—that’s Dick’s voice coming from down the hallway. Which means
that Dick is still awake. At four in the morning. After rough patrol that had
lasted hours longer than usual.
Well, that doesn’t spell anything good,
Tim thinks, and he creeps down the hallway to peek into Dick’s bedroom through
the small crack letting soft light spill into the hallway. Tim spots Dick
immediately, and he’s lying on the floor, one hand covering his eyes and the
other holding his phone to his ear.
Dick says vehemently, but he’s really still and tense. He sounds exhausted,
though, and his next words come out much softer than that first one. “No. I’m
fine. Don’t—No, Wally. It’s okay. I’m used to it.”
Dick goes silent, and Tim imagines
that Wally’s talking up a storm, even at four am. But then—
“Just—chill, Wally,” Dick says into the phone. “If you don’t stop yelling
at me, I’m going to hang up. And then if you still want to yell at me you’ll
have to find a way into the manor without Bruce finding out. So just—No. No.”
There’s a pause, and Tim thinks
that he should probably start moving. This doesn’t sound like a conversation he
wants to be in the middle of. He’s just about to creep down the hallway again
towards his original destination—the
kitchen, where he’d accidentally left his laptop—when another bedroom door
opens from behind him. Tim turns around just as Damian storms out, stomping
down the hall towards Tim.
is going on?” Damian hisses, doing that thing where he thinks he’s the boss of
everything and Tim is obligated to answer him. But he looks—well. He looks kind
of concerned, actually, and this is Dick.
“He and Wally are arguing about
something,” Tim says, nodding towards Dick’s bedroom, where Dick’s conversation
had turned up a couple of notches. “I don’t think he’s tried to sleep tonight,
-M.D. move your butt over here right now young man!
-M.D move your ass over here in this second you little punk!
-Psycha,stop running around the lab,you’ll hurt yourself!
-Psycha stop running around or I’ll hurt YOU!
-I am NOT one of your little friends,you will not speak like that to me!
-I’m not one of your little punk ass friends, you better watch who the hell you’re talking to.
-you are GROUNDED young man!
-you are punished until further notice.
-No TV for a week!
-Don’t ask me to do shit until I say you can.
-I want to be your friend.
-I am a parent first,friend second.
-I am going to count to three! 1!
-2 and a half! 2 and three quarters!
-This is why we can’t have nice things.
-You’re always fucking shit up in my house!
-You can’t do whatever you want all the time! You have to respect some rules!
-My roof,my rules. If you don’t like my rules,then go find other rules to like.
-You do not pay for anything in this household, so you better not act like it.
-Please name one of the bills that you pay in my house.
-Do not speak to your father that way!
-Who in the seven gates of blue and green hell do you think you’re talking to?!
-Do not make me get physical with you!
-Flug may have brought you into this world,but I’LL be the one to take you out.
-Black hat said no? It’ll be our little secret.
-Flug said no? Then the answer is no.
-I think you have misplaced your mind!
-You either respect me,or you’ll respect the streets!
-You’ll catch a cold if you don’t put your coat on.
-If you get sick we don’t have money for hospital, go put on your coat!
-Well,who is this fine young man!
-Who the hell is this punk? Matter of fact, I don’t even care,you don’t see him anymore.
-Do not talk back to me!
-You can continue to talk back to me,or you can spend your afternoon picking your teeths up from the floor.
-You have to learn some responsibility!
-You want something, you will work for it!
-That outfit is a little inappropriate, don’t you think?
-You’re going outside? Not looking like Medusa on crack, you aren’t.
- Don’t you think you’re a little bit too young to have a boyfriend?
-You have a boyfriend? No I don’t think you have a boyfriend. You’re a child,stay in a child’s place.
-Someone Bobby’s parents let him do it? Hmm,okay then.
-Look,I’m not Bobby’s father,I’m not Sussy’s father,I’m not Billy’s father,I am YOUR father. You can do whatever the hell you want to do in THEIR motherfucking house,but if you live under my roof,you follow MY rules.
-Well,you already have two video games…but I guess one more wouldn’t ruin it.
-Don’t look at the shit,don’t touch that shit,Don’t breath on that shit,don’t talk about that shit, cause you aren’t getting that shit!
*on the phone*
-Yes,I understand-w-wait a second sir,yes what is it,honey? Yes,yes you can go. Yes,sorry about that!
-CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TALKING ON THE PHONE?! yeah,sorry about that Syndrome.
-I don’t appreciate the hostile attitude.
-When you act up,is when you get beat UP.
-I’m sorry,I didn’t quite catched that. Did you say ’ no video games for a week?“
-I don’t think I heard you correctly,did you say ‘Knock me out into the next week?’
-A party? Okay,don’t do something I wouldn’t do!
-Don’t do no drinking while you’re in there,drinking leads to sex,and sex leads to babies,and babies leads to trouble,and trouble leads to get the fuck out of my house!
-This room is like a trash can!
-I told you to clean your room last week. WHY THE FUCK AREN’T YOU CLEANING YOUR ROOM?! I DON’T CARE THAT 5.0.5 TOLD YOU HE WOULD CLEAN IT, 'SERVANT’ ISN’T WROTE DOWN ON HIS FOREHEAD!
-you broke your leg?! How?!
-Bet you wouldn’t do this stupid shit again,huh?
-When you’ll get older you’ll understand. You don’t get many things now, you’re too young. You may hate us now,but we’re doing it for you.
-When you’re old enough to move out of my house,you can live by your own rules. But at the moment, you’re my responsibility, and I have to take care of you.You can hate me now,but you’ll thank me later.
“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”
Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”
Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”
Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)
A/N: This is my first A/B/O series and I would love any feedback. I took some creative leeway on some of this. A special thanks to @district-12-erudite , @ikeneasul11 and @sai-kida134 for beta-ing this for me and giving me great feedback. Also thank you @sofreddie for being so amazingly supportive
Dean doesn’t move.
“Are you gonna let me in?” You sigh.
He still doesn’t budge.
“Listen, I’m not thrilled about this either. Your little brother never exactly mentioned you were an alpha too. But I’m here to help, so let me the fuck in or tell me to get lost.” You growl, aware that people might be staring out their windows by now with how long you’ve been standing there.
Confusion crosses his face for a second and then he clears his throat, “Alright, come in.”
He moves to the side, looking left and right before shutting the door and locking it. You take in the room, the newspaper clippings pinned to the wall and red yarn connecting them to places on the map. It doesn’t take you very long. “You were hunting some vamps.”