older brothers are both awesome and terrible at the same time

A dragon’s treasure

Prompt: Metalicana interacting with the twins by @ninja-status

Word count: 2k

Summary: Metalicana is asked to babysit the twins. It’ll be a piece of cake, right? RIGHT?! Modern-AU; Human!Metalicana.


After three knocks to the door, only one thought crossed his mind unrelentlessly.

How had he agreed to this?

The door swung open and he looked down to be met with two hazel eyes and a bright smile.

Oh, right. It’s all the brat’s fault.

“Welcome, Metalicana,” Levy greeted him in her singsong voice and he sighed in defeat.

“Where are they?” His gruff voice and dark appearance could have scared the bravest warrior but did nothing to her. Instead, she smiled again and stepped aside to let him come inside the house.

Yeap, it’s the brat’s fault for falling for the ballsiest and cutest woman in the whole world. Don’t get him wrong; he loves his daughter-in-law, she seemed to be the only one able to keep his son in line and she was the main reason the brat cut his connections with the dark businesses he got involved in when he was young.

Still, it didn’t explain why Metalicana had to bear with the consequences of his son’s choices.

“They are in the living room watching a movie. Come on in.” She closed the door once he stepped inside and he couldn’t help but scrunch his nose at the fruity and floral scent that wafted through each corner of the house.

“Hey Pops,” Gajeel greeted his father when he came into view and- wait, did he just smiled at him?! Was Gajeel actually happy to see his old man?!

“Brat,” he greeted back and couldn’t keep the faint smile off his face at seeing his son so damn happy. Yeah, this tiny blue haired woman was changing Gajeel’s life and Metalicana hoped it would be for the better.

“Hey Lev, could ya help me with the tie?”

“Sure, honey.” Gajeel leaned down for her to be able to reach for his tie without going up on her tiptoes. With a quick motion, Levy finished her task and patted him affectionately on the chest. “All done.”

He thanked her and kissed the top of her head which earned him a cute giggle from the woman.

“Ugh, get a room ya two.” Metalicana rolled his eyes and crossed his arms feigning irritation at the scene.

“What? Ya want a kiss too old man?”

“Yeah, in my ass,” he shot back and both males grinned at each other.

“Now now, be nice the two of you,” Levy chided but before Metalicana could argued back a new voice interrupted them.

“Grampa?” Yajeh stood at the other end of the entrance hall eyeing the older man curiously.

“Come here, sweetie.” The five-year-old boy did as his mother told him and ran into her arms happily. She lifted him up with ease and embraced the child with motherly love. “Is the movie over?”

“Yeah, it was great! Can we look for our dragons next time we go camping?” His eyes shone with excitement at the mere idea of riding his own Nightfury.

“Sure thing, champ.” Gajeel chuckled and ruffled his son’s hair.

“We’ll need lots of fishes! And no eels!” Shutora added as she stepped closer to the adults. She eyed her brother with shyness and something akin to jealousy. She also wanted to be hugged but she was too proud to admit it.

As if reading her mind, Gajeel swiftly lifted her up and sat her on his shoulder. She laughed and hugged her daddy’s head to not fall off. Metalicana just rolled his eyes one more time at the family’s antiques; that many shows of affection were too much for him to bear.

“Why is Grampa here?” Shutora questioned noticing for the first time the older man in the room.

“He is staying with ya for a couple of hours,” Gajeel said as he gently put his daughter down.

“Really?” Yajeh looked up at his grandfather with his bright red eyes.

“Yes. Daddy and I are going out for a couple of hours so Grampa will be looking after you until we come back,” Levy explained as she kissed her son in the cheek and put him down. “So you better behave, alright?”

Now, both kids looked up at Metalicana with wide eyes and unreadable expressions. He started to feel uncomfortable under their innocent and intense gaze. Surely they might have prefered to be babysat by Blondie or by Igneel’s brat but according to Levy they were unavailable for the night. So now, the twins were stuck with him and they were probably going to throw a tantrum about them not wanting to spend time with their grandfather.



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The Silver Fox

A/N - Another original fic, another awful title because coming up with names is the worst part of writing for me by far! But hey, I tried. Anyways, I’ve been itching to write a new original fic since it’s been quite a while since my last one, and after I got this little idea thanks to my still-going strong crush on one Mr. Haywood, I just had to run with it! A huge thank you to the lovely @mandywritesrtthings for encouraging me to write this in the first place and taking a look at the very rough drafts of this giant thing! Full disclosure - this is an AU, so as per usual, the kids/ex-wife mentioned are not IRL Ryan’s, they’re just fictional constructs spawned from my tiny human brain! Oh, and this AU-Ryan is a good bit older than current IRL Ryan, hence the silver fox-ness. Handsome older men, yo.

EDIT - I maaaaaaay also have some ideas for a sequel to this, so if there’s enough interest and if I can convince myself it’s not a terrible idea, who knows, maybe we’ll see more of this…

Pairing - Ryan x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, sex, mentions of alcohol, attractive older man, mentions of theatre.

Word Count - 5, 639

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eons late with a request from anon for baby playdates + supercorp, ft. single parents & bffs james and kara and their cute kids mike & marcus. (it’s mostly baby fluff)


“Running late,” James finishes. He sounds amused over the phone, and Kara can picture his wide grin he always fails to hide when he’s trying to be mock-serious. “Hi to you too, Kara.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Kara sighs, shoving diapers and wipes into her bag and trying to figure out where she left Mike’s pants. “It’s been a crazy morning. Hi. Am I too late?”

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Reader’s Choice

So I have a pretty long request list!! If you want to help me choose, just send the number of the request to my Inbox! Just let me know that the number is a “Reader’s Choice”

If you have more than one you’d like to see, put the numbers in the order you’d prefer!!!

If anyone wants to use one of these prompts, please ask first!! Thank you!

Rules: Please only choose a MAX of 3. I will be updating this monthly, and will only accept your choices for 2 day each month. Please only send in your choice numbers during those 2 days! Thank you!!

Send your three votes to my inbox! If you post them as a comment they will not be counted!!!

If I forget to update this, don’t hesitate to remind me on the 1st of every month, but only on the 1st.

Currently Accepting Requests From This List!!

1.    Hi, A! Can you make a Conner x Abused!witch reader please? Where reader is abused by her whole family, because while she is a good person her family aren’t? Can you also make the reader fall in love with Conner and the feeling is mutual? By the way, love your imagines.

2.    Can you write something where batsis has a stalker and it starts off cute but gets more dangerous?

3.    Can you write something where Tim gets really hurt while patrolling with Jason and he has to save him. Can you write it with some angst please.

4.    could you please write about Atlantean Batmom, who’s maybe Arthur’s sister, and meets Bruce through him? Batmom prefers to not interfere with the league or Atlantis and the kids don’t know about her heritage out of fear for their safety until she uses her abilities to prevent a catastrophe or something like that.

5.    Could you do and imagine of Catwoman’s accomplish/niece being best friends with Damian and Damian leaves with the teen titans making her sad and jealous. I really love your writing and this would make my week

6.    batsis possessed by the Enchantress

7.    would you do a batsis imagine where she assaulted by one of her close guy friends and couldn’t stop it, so she starts withdrawing from her family and friends. she feels weak and doesn’t want them to judge her until jason finally gets her to tell him what happened after she tries to kill herself?

8.       Red Hood get thrown through the window of your local Book store and list three good reads for you before he’s up on his feet again guns blazing.

9.   Love your oldest batsis character! Could you do maybe one where is a good singer/musician and she sings them lullaby’s when they are hurt and around the house and in the shower?

10.   May I request a oneshot please, where Jon and Dami befriend a shapeshifter/reader, who’s either their age or a year younger, and none of the Justice League (including Bats and Super) know about them. So it’s either the Justice League finding out about them or stupid pranks (like identical Damian’s) that they pull on the Justice League?

11.   Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe do a second post to the bat mom killing the joker fic? I would love to see Bruce’s and the rest of the family’s reaction to that. That would be awesome!

12.   Can I request where Batsis/reader has terrible insomnia, so she only gets probably an hour a sleep every day or something, and she is always up walking around the manor at odd hours of the night. She hides it from the Batfam with makeup and such. And it’s basically the Batfam finding out about Batsis’s terrible insomnia. Thank you!

13.   hello! i still hope your requests are still open as i wanted to send in something! could you do a Jason Todd imagine where he and the reader have a meet-cute in the library and he develops a huge crush? he talks about her constantly to Roy to the point he gets frustrated and drags him to her, only to find out it’s his younger sister (or if you prefer close friend)

14.   Could you do a little sister au where bat!sis wants to join her brothers and father on patrol and follows them around all day in attempt to get them to agree to let her go and eventually Bruce agrees to take her for a few minutes in her own adorable little suit and it’s just super fluffy? Sorry this is long and if that’s confusing. I love you’re writing and thank you so much

15.   Lil Sis Au. w/ reader watches and imitates older sibling when they spar/fight??

16.   I saw requests were open and I was wondering if you could write being a single mom and falling in love with single dad Roy please and thank you

17.   I wish you would write a fic where sick jay is cared for by his loving fam and reader

18.   Hello! Could you possibly do a Batmom! Reader who’s like really short. Like shorter than Damian and she has trouble having some of the batboys take her seriously?

19.   So I had a shitty day, maybe a thing where batsis had an anxiety attack, then her biological dad (who is an asshole to her) make her depressed and the batfamily helps her through it

20.   Could you write a wing au with the wings mimicking emotions with Tim Drake please?

21.   For the fantasy au thing with winged people, could I please request Older Damian’s SO’s feathers falling out from stress and him trying to help her?

22.   I’m sorry if this is a bad request, you can change the aspects of it if you want to: I am a dragon AU (with any fandom or even not fandom related) but reader is a dragon and a knight has to slay the dragon but the knight can’t do it… Thus the knight sneaks out every night because become really good friends in the end of it. Anyway before I end this request I would like to say your writing is amazing and I can’t wait to read more from you!! Thanks for reading and keep up the fantastic writing!!

23.   Could you please do something with Bruce helping a batdaughter deal with a bad hit of fear toxin? It could be as sweet or angsty as you like, whatever you feel like doing!

24.   Hi!! Can I request an imagine Dick and batsis (reader) are in the same school event/gym class and it’s a sparring section and they laugh it all off, and have to deal with elementary level self defense class, maybe fording themselves to lose to dummies and then when they can finally spar each other they go all out? And the class goes crazy loving it? Also:: can you tag @batty4dc

25.   Hiiii I would like to request a fiction with jason, something like the reader can control the four elements and those are represented by the bat-boys (dick-water/ jason-fire / Tim-air / Damian- earth). The reader is obviously more interested in the fire element so jason. I really like something with some fluff but also passionate (like light smut if you do that). U don’t know if the request is clear but thank you.

26.   Older Batsis coming home from a rough night on patrol to find one of her brothers sitting on her couch? Whichever brother you prefer!

27.   Can I request Terry McGinnis w/ a telepathic/telekinetic s/o and they flirt a lot during patrol so Bruce always scolds them

28.   Is there any way you can do a part 2 to the Damian Wayne x reader My Mate?

29.   Can request jason flirting with a telepathic/telekinetic reader

30.   Hi! I was wondering if you could do this request for me? I want a Damian x Reader, Please! I was thinking that the plot could be that Damian used the bully the reader because maybe she was deaf or something like that. The bullying gets so bad that the reader switches school, and Damian feels so guilty. Years later, Damian sees the reader once more, and he tries to make amends. Angst at first then maybe something sweet? Thank you! Love your writing!

31.   Batboy of your choice dating a single mom

32.   Can you write an hc were Batmom has a daughter that’s in her teens that clings to Batmom and the boys think she’s an attention hog they wind up in a fit and she starts crying and Batmom comes in and stops them and they find out she has awake terrors and that’s why she’s clingy to mom because she’s scares so they start helping with her and now she’s clingy with all of them. Thank you for your time, bye.

33.   oh hi how about when reader died or get hurt really bad maybe after she get married to jason/Dami *boi you can chose* and she was pregnant if you chose to her to stay alive the baby died if you chose to her to die than both of them is dead :‘c sorry but I really need to read something sad #rosegurl🌹

34.   Can you do an imagine on being 16 and being the youngest member of the suicide squad and there all really protective of you and you start to date or something

35.   Ok, how about this. Damian with a neko reader. He would definitely go crazy and want to pet her ears. Please and thank you

36.   How would the JL and Batfam react if they found out that Batmom outsmarted the Joker on her own. Like he kidnaps her because hey Bruce, you’re rich af, and instead of crying and praying for rescue she scolds Joker and he’s like, wow ok, I see your point. He doesn’t immediately become a grade A citizen or something but, you get the gist. Thx love!

37.   “i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings” with Tim and jason please?

38.   hey can i get an older! Damián x reader imagine based on fools by lauren aquilina??

39.   Can I request a Tim X Reader? Where Tim meets the reader at a bookshop and they hit it off. Fluffyness please. Bonus if the rest of the Batfam teases Tim about her.

40.   Yes yes do a fix with Ariel and Damian I’m begging you ❤ and I love the prince of the sea, it’s so cute to think of Jay as innocent merman

41.   So I was going through your work and found this thing about batsis, and how villains loved her. And now all I can think is batsis having some recital or fucking graduation or something, and half the fucking crowd is there for her. There’s villains, anti-hero’s, super-heroes. Their all there for her omg.

42.   Oh oh oh can you write Jason being in love with reader who’s close friends with all the batboys and she’s especially close to dick and Jason gets jealous and upset and super insecure because he thinks she likes dick when in reality she’s in love with Jason (you can do the ending anyway you want)

43.  For face the music, how about some cute Connor x reader moments. Like he hears her laugh for the first time(really hard at that) then she’s about to walk out her her pajamas (I sleep with an over-sized shirt and my underwear cuz it’s hella comfy) And then some bonding time with Conner, Reader, and Talia?

44.  Hey! Can you please do another Nsfw to dick speaking Romanian? I just read the first one and I really really liked it

45.  Hey, could you pleaassee do something with a sick reader?? I’ve been trying to find one everywhere and can’t.

46. Part 2 for New Sons!

If there was no Voldemort...

For Holly :)

James and Lily would be the best parents ever.

Lily would be that type of mother that every boy in Harry’s year would drool over, and Harry would probably have a hard time to stop himself from hexing his own friends. All of Harry’s friends would have a crush on Lily, thought of her as sweet as the flower she was named after. But when they saw how Lily gave Harry a glare that would make McGonagall proud when she found out how Harry had flown a car to Hogwarts, everyone changed their minds. The shouting she gave Harry was worse than the one Molly Weasley gave to her son. They still liked Lily a great deal though. She was always nice to them, always accepting them into her house whenever they came to visit. Whenever she saw Harry with Ron and Neville, she was reminded of her own husband and his friends. She took a shine to Hermione, seeing a lot of herself in the bookworm. She had high hopes for Hermione to end up with her son, but then realised that the girl was more interested with Harry’s redheaded friend. Lily was Romione’s number one supporter since then, and she’d always be glad to help the girl out to.

James would be the the type of father who was both embarrassing with all of his Dad-jokes, and awesome at the same time with his pranking stories. Just like his wife, Harry’s friends, especially the female population, found him incredibly attractive. They loved it whenever James came to visit. He’d strut into the Great Hall, made a beeline to his son so he could embarrass the poor boy. Then he’d go to the teachers’ table to greet his old professors, notably dear Minnie McGee. The former Chaser would ‘accidentally’ knocked Snape’s head with his elbow when he was hugging McGonagall - not that he’d admit it. During the year Remus was a professor, it was probably the best year of James’ life (and everyone as well), because it gave him more reason to visit Hogwarts. He too would be very welcoming to all of Harry’s friends, got along with every single one of them really well, especially the Weasley twins. Unlike his wife though, James always knew that the little firecracker named Ginevra would end game for his son. Potter boys had a thing for girls with fiery hair and equally fiery personality.

In addition to having the best, the coolest, and most brilliant parents ever, Harry would be surrounded by three of the most awesome uncles he could ever ask for. Sirius would no doubt be the terrible influence for our dear sassy prince. He would be the first one to teach Harry all of cool pranks he could pull off without getting caught. He’d readily help his Godson with all of his girl-problems, going as far as asking Lily if he no longer had any idea how to help. Remus obviously played the role of the angel. He would be the one who reminded Harry to do all of his work, and to study well before all of his tests. But Remus wasn’t above helping Harry when Snape was acting like a total dick, and was tempted to hex Umbridge when the Pink Menace was terrorising Hogwarts. Peter was the one who never tried to make Harry do anything unless Harry wanted it. Marauder was very supportive of Harry, and always made sure that Harry knew whatever he did was amazing. Peter knew first-hand how pressuring his three friends and Lily could, and he’d hate to see Harry going under the same pressure he did back in his school years.

Given the time, Harry probably would have a sister, or a brother. Or probably both. He would be the best older brother for his siblings. He would help them with all of their school work, would be protective whenever he heard someone was treating his siblings like shit. His siblings would love him in return, and would talk non-stop about how great their older brother was. They would also proudly speak about their loving parents, and their funny uncles. The younger sister would probably be named Minerva, after their dearest professor. The younger brother would be named Sirius Remus Peter, because James couldn’t decide which one of his friends that should have the honour and decided that all of them should get the same honour. The Potters would be the role-model for ideal family all over the UK, with the rest of the Marauders hovering around to make sure that their favourite couple in the whole wide world, and their favourite kids in the whole universe, were okay.

But that wasn’t the reality. Voldemort destroyed every possibility the little family could have with his insane agenda. He turned Peter against his own friends, killed James and Lily, indirectly made the rest of Sirius’ and Remus’ lives hell. He robbed Harry off the beautiful life he could have had with his family.

anonymous asked:

Would you say peer wise, Damian's friendship with Jon is your favorite right now? Damian's (peer age) friendship with Maya is still my absolute favorite. She just gets him on such a level that few people ever do and he opens up to her in return in a rare way. I'd say Jon and Damian have a dynamic right now where Damian is the only one close to Jon's age that can be involved in his life in all areas. He also acts like a coach of sorts to Jon so even if Damian's constantly doing things that Jon-

2 hates. He eventually caves and let’s himself be pulled along half because he feels obligated to by their parents and also maybe he’s a little lonely for super friends his age. I don’t think he’s at the point where he really likes Damian too much. Jon definitely doesn’t understand him. Honestly I hope he takes a long time too. Poor Jon is so young and had such a loving upbringing just getting a glimpse of Damian’s background would horrify him. Damian for his part finds Jon a little useful -

3 potential to be a pretty awesome (though not as awesome as him) hero to encourage and ally himself with. As annoying as he can find his innocence Damian has shown he’s very drawn to people with Jon’s personality (Dick, Steph, Colin) and he’s obviously growing attached in a aloof big brother way (lol, toddler titan is my fav nickname). He’s just not close to the point he is with Dick or Maya or the TT about seeing Jon as a equal. He knows if he treats him as one would mean exposing him to the-

4 parts of him that Jon wouldn’t be ready to handle (he did try to be open w/his past and looked disappointed when Jon brushed it off). But yeah right now I’d say part of the way their relationship works is that they can compliment each other quite a bit. But there’s this huge gap that causes their clashes. Jon’s not as stunted but Damian is very much ahead of understanding what it means to him to be a hero and who/how to fight. They don’t have to be best friends but thet are interesting foils.

That Christmas special bugged me for a number of reasons actually and I didn’t like it much. Jon had plenty of school friends and his best friend (at the time) is Kathy so he can’t be friendless. In canon Damian is the one calling upon Jon and inviting him into his life while Jon trying to be nice but losing his temper over Damian’s antics a lot. I feel like that strip didn’t have a great idea of their friendship and that it’s a slow burn for both of them becoming closer. But that’s how it is.

Do you think Jon belongs on the Teen Titans? I know he complained about not being invited to join and in a future Super Sons issue Damian finally does invite him (with ulterior motives). A part of me wonders if Damian ends up inviting Jon with the purpose of discouraging Jon? I know quite the opposite of what he does but TT missions are quite different from their own duo missions and Damian is protective in his own way. Damian can’t look after Jon when he’s got his whole team to watch over too.

I’m assuming all six of these messages were from the same person. But if not, let me know! 

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Gallavich week: Day 2: BadBoy!Ian and Nerd!Mickey

Ian was a stereotypical bad boy in high school, although he really hated that word. He drinks, yes, get high – a lot, skip a lot of classes and causes enough disturbance to end up in detention after school or even in the police station, waiting for Fiona to pick him up. She loved to remind him how Lip was so much better than him, and how his behaviour was appropriate and he never got himself in trouble at which Ian answered how Lip did even more shit than he did, but he simply never got caught. To which Fiona usually mumbled something about Lip being smart enough to never be arrested and Ian sighing.


Ian skipped first fifteen minutes of his math lesson to smoke with Karen, Travis and Jake under the bleachers. He blamed half of his troubles on his friends if he had to be honest – Karen was a school slut, always happy to help him find some gay guy he could fuck in the midst of all straight people in this school. Travis’ dad produce and sell his own alcohol, shitloads of kinds, which probably was the reason why they drink so much. And then there was Jake, the quiet one with mystery past and half of school thinking he killed a guy once - which he didn’t, he only majorly injured him, but it’s not the same, guy was still alive and kicking when they last seen him. This problem started just like the rest of his problems started: with some stupid drunken dare. 

“Boys, you know the Milkovich guy?” Karen asked, slowly smoking her cigarette. 

“Iggy?” Travis suggested mostly because, Ian suspected, Iggy was one of his drug dealers, but he didn’t know for sure. 

“Nah, Mickey. The one that actually goes to school” she explained. 

“Nerd one?” Travis asked just to make sure and Karen nodded, while fixing her long blonde hair. 

“I tried to fuck him last week and he kept on saying no to all of that – fucking asshole by the way – so I was thinking that he may be gay. If he is not then I, meaning we, will beat his ass up” she said. 

“Not a good idea. You don’t dare with Milkovich family even if it’s the biggest nerd in town” Travis answered.  

“Also, he is probably not gay” Ian added quickly. He remembered that this Mickey guy was in some of his classes, but he never really focused on him that much. 

“There is no other fucking reason he would say no to me” Karen said with certainty in her voice. 

“Maybe he just has some… how do you call it?” Travis started and looked at Ian. 

“Self-respect” Ian offered and Karen flipped him off before continuing.  

“Wanna bet?” She asked, looking Ian straight in the eye. 

“Pass” he answered, for once happy that he didn’t get involved in another set of problems because of his asshole friends.  

“I was asking Travis” Karen added and Travis nodded. 

“I’m fucking sure that even Gallagher here won’t fuck any Milkovich guy that exists on this Earth. No fucking way” Travis claimed and Ian raised his eyebrows. 

“You think I can’t do it?” He asked. “Well, fuck you dickface, you will be paying up with weed if I do fuck him. Deal?”  

“Deal” Travis agreed. Only after another five minutes, in his way to math class, Ian realize that his friends tricked him, probably preparing another set of trouble on his way. He sighed. Was week of peace too much to ask for? 


“Mr Gallagher, how happy we are that you were kind enough to visit my class for once” Mrs Green said, welcoming him in the middle of explaining something that was written on the board.  

“No problem” he answered smiling, causing couple people to giggle and couple to sigh loudly – usual reactions to his behaviour. He sat in his usual spot, next to Tommy, who also didn’t get maths too much, which Ian deuced from doodles on the paper. Redhead looked around, trying to remember if he has math lessons with Milkovich kid and he wasn’t disappointed when he saw raven-haired boy with tattooed knuckles and nerdy glasses – kinda cute contradiction if you ask Ian. He couldn’t really see his face, but he was hoping that he won’t be disappointed as Mandy Milkovich, Mickey’s older sister, was one of Karen’s biggest competition for getting dicks, which only proves how attractive this girl was.  

“Remember about the test coming up next week. It will be on it” teacher voice pushed Ian away from his bubble of thoughts and he looked at the board understanding… absolutely nothing. Many would expect him to fail his classes, as a proper ‘bad guy’ would do, but Ian actually cared about his education – he was getting B’s in English and mostly C’s from the rest of his subjects – and of course an A from PE, but this one wasn’t that hard to get – but he kept on failing in maths and barely passing physics. His mind was thinking in words, as one would suspect brain to work, and numbers never made much sense to his as they made to Lip, whose favourite subjects were physics, maths and Extended Maths – mechanics, which helped him build awesome robots and use them to steal shit – Ian borrowed one once but he couldn’t properly control him (he should’ve suspect that to happen as he is the worst in every video game possible).  

During one moment of confusion at maths lesson he came up with a plan that could help him win the bet and improve his grade from this hellish subject. After lesson, he stayed a little bit longer instead of coming out first like he usually did and he smiled towards Mrs Green. 

“Gallagher, what do you want?” She asked, sounding tired, confused and pissed all at once, but Ian suspected that it was her usual tone of voice so he decided to ignore it. 

“A tutor” he answered, fixing his jacket and staring with amusement at confused teacher. 

“I’m sorry, what?” She mumbled and Ian grinned in response. 

“A tutor. To improve my 'terrible grades that will cause me to work at this little shop till the day I die’. Using your words, Miss” he explained and raised eyebrows. “I’m actually doing pretty well in different subject, just don’t get those fucking numbers” he added and the teacher seem to understand it just now. 

“Oh, of course. I could get you a tutor. Miss Tori could do that, or Fred or Simon-” she started, but Ian shake his head and looked at his teacher. 

“I’ve been thinking about Milkovich. We live in the same neighbourhood so it would be easy to came over to him or he could crash to my place without making fifty fucking miles in between” he explained the excuse that he came out with during the lesson. 

“Language” teacher mumbled out of habit, which caused Ian to grin. “I can talk with Mr Milkovich about that, but I’m hoping it’s not a part of any prank that you and your friends are up to” she said and Ian never heard word 'friends’ being used as offensive phrase, but the amount of venom Mrs Green put in it showed hatred towards the rest of his group. 

“You kidding, right? Only suicidal idiot would try to prank someone from that family” Ian said, thinking about how he definitely fit in that description, because of this stupid bet. 

“Smart” teacher agreed and sighed. “Okay, tomorrow find him and discuss the details, I will make sure to explain this situation to him till the end of today” she promised and Ian nodded. 

“Thank you, that will mean a lot to me” he only half lied and walked out of the class, Travis standing there and waiting already. 

“In what fucking hell, you could get into in half an hour?” He asked, laughing and handing him a cigarette that Ian gladly accepted. 

“I just got myself a math tutor” he said only, causing his friend to trip over his own feet. 

“Pardon me, but what the actual fuck, Gallagher?” He somehow managed to ask and Ian laughed. 

“It’s the part of the plan" 


When he told Fiona about math tutor she spit out her coffee and had little seizure before she was able to ask some question that he didn’t even answer. For some reason Lip appeared in his door an hour ago and smiled.  

"Dude, this bad boy look really works for guys?” He asked, pointing towards his ripped jeans and leather jacket next to his bed. 

“This shit is sometimes uncomfortable as fuck and I actually know how to apply eyeliner, but fuck yeah it works” he answered and his older brother laughed. 

“At least you don’t have any piercing” he offered and Ian stopped laughing, which made Lip froze. "No. You don’t have any…“ He started and then he blinked couple times. "Where the fuck you are pierced?” He asked and Ian grinned.

“Well I had my tongue pierced, but I wear it only from time to time. And then I may have had my nipples pierced, because we got drunk with Karen and we both did that” he explained and Lip stared blankly at his brother.  

“Karen has pierced nipples?” He mumbled and Ian laughed out loud. 

“Of course, this is the fucking part you get from this” Ian concluded and Lip nodded. 

“So… What’s the deal with math tutor?” He asked a minute later and Ian rolled his eyes. Of course, there was so hidden agenda in there. They didn’t have brotherly talk in weeks, he could’ve predict that.  

“I plan to fuck him” he answered honestly and Lip smiled, sudden understanding on his face. 

“That was my number one guess, to be honest” he confessed. “Just don’t say Fiona, she is too happy that you started to care about grades and shit” Lip added and Ian nodded. 

“Noted” he promised and Lip smiled one last time before walking out and leaving Ian alone in his room. 


Karen high fived him for great plan next day and asked why Lip is suddenly all over her at which Ian only laughed and mentioned their conversation about piercing to which Karen answered with “Men are so simple” before going back to subject of fucking Mickey Milkovich.  

“There he is” Karen said, moving her head towards boy standing next to his locker. “So nerdy and cute. I’m kinda afraid you will eat this poor guy alive” she added and grinned, which suggested that she hoped that he will indeed eat him alive. Ian give her one of his looks that screamed 'shut up’ and he walked right towards Mickey, putting a suggestive grin on his face. 

“Hello” he said, stopping right next to Milkovich boy. Mickey turned around and – holy shit, why no one told him this guy was actually, properly hot? Ian would have made a move months ago if he knew! With perfect face, big blue eyes that looked definitely too adorable in those simple glasses and those lips that Ian wanted to kiss right here right now. Ian blinked and noticed that Mickey was staring at him with raised eyebrows, which suggested that some question have been asked and Ian kept on standing there like a moron, just looking at this perfect man right in front of him and daydreaming about fucking him in so many different positions and places and- 

“Dude, this begins to be really fucking creepy” Ian heard and bring himself back to reality. 

“Uhm, sorry I-” he stuttered. He fucking stuttered. He never stutters! He is Ian Gallagher, walking definition of a confident fuckboy. “I wanted to ask if Mrs Green informed you about our study date?" He asked, trying to regain his confidence with smirking at the hot guy in front of him. Mickey raised his eyebrows. 

"Yeah, I heard about our study sessions, because apparently you asked specifically for me to be your tutor. I was also informed to watch out on any pranks you could plan to do, which honestly would be really fucking stupid from your side to try to prank a Milkovich and you know it” Mickey said, putting notebooks to his bag.  

“No pranks. I was just hoping to get some knowledge from the cutest nerd in school” he said with his charm and Mickey stopped putting his stuff and looked at Ian with those raised eyebrows and tried to fight Ian with a look, but Gallagher just kept on grinning at smaller teenager. “My place today after school would be cool. I’ll wait” he said and walked away without giving Milkovich chance to answer or kill him with an angry stare. 


Ian was happy he only had English after that, because he was in different class than Milkovich boy and he didn’t have to face him after that awkward conversation they had before – Karen did not forget to laugh about it for entire break, while Ian pretended not to know what she was talking about. As English lesson was mainly focused on analysing gothic features in “Frankenstein” and "Strange Case of Dr. Jekkyl Mr Hyde" Ian could relax a little bit. He read both books months ago and completed this task week before they even started to analyse gothic novels – again: English was the only subject he truly enjoyed, which was reflected in his work. Thanks to that extra work he put his essay down on teacher’s desk ten minutes after lesson began and smiled.  

“I have something important to prepare to, but here is your essay, Sir” he informed the teacher and walked out, almost forgetting his bag. Gallagher quickly walked out of the school, flipping off two teachers that tried to stop him, and walked in the direction of Kash and Grab to get some bear and chips for today’s study session. Fiona made sure home will be empty so he can “focus on studying”, for which Ian will thank her later, because it only made his plan easier.  

After stealing snacks from the shop – he fucked Kash couple times and then blackmailed him into letting stealing go or his wife will find out – Ian went to his house and prepared everything, making it look like he didn’t care or wasn’t bothered in going to shop - “oh, here is some beer left and I think we should have some snacks” kind of move. Then he went upstairs, took quick shower and had enough time to find his favourite green tank top before he heard a knocking downstairs. Gallagher smiled at his reflection in the mirror, made his hair a little messier in a sexy way – he did hear many times how he looked better this way - and walked downstairs. Is it possible that all his confidence disappeared when he met those blue eyes after opening the door? Ian wasn’t sure of that, but he was sure that fucking Mickey Milkovich will be far more challenging than he expected.  

“Hello, there” he said, smiling. Milkovich raised his eyebrows. “Welcome in my mansion. Please don’t touch any artefacts, we don’t want to get rough… Or maybe we do. Depends on you, really” he said, letting Mickey in. He could’ve swear that Mickey rolled his eyes only to hide a smile, and that definitely improved his confidence. 

“We good to sit in the kitchen, or is it a million-dollar piece of furniture?” Mickey asked sarcastically and Ian smiled. 

“Kitchen is good, but I was kinda hoping we will go upstairs” he added, sitting on the chair next to another teenager. 

“To start we need to get a list of what you don’t get” Mickey said, completely ignoring Ian, but he didn’t punch him yet so Ian took it as a 'go on’. 

“I don’t get math” Gallagher said and Mickey looked at him like he was looking at complete moron.  

“Five times four” he threw out of nowhere. 

“Twenty, but-” Ian started but Milkovich had other plans. 

“See? You know math. Now stop playing dump and wasting my time, just fucking tell me why I need to help you with” he said and Ian scratched his head.

“I don’t really get trigonometry. Sine, Cosine, all of that” he said first thing that came to his mind. Mickey nodded and opened his notebook, showing Ian to follow his example. 

“I can work with that” Milkovich mumbled and started explaining basics of triangles, sine and cosine rule that Ian couldn’t get since forever. The thing was: Mickey was actually really good teacher and it took Ian only couple minutes to get basics. He still made many mistakes, but at least now he knew how to start. He really wanted to listed to the rest of what Mickey had to say, but then Milkovich decided to bit his pencil while checking Ian’s work and Gallagher froze. He never wanted be a pencil more in his entire life. In that moment Ian forgot this stupid bet and just wanted to kiss Mickey so badly, because he was cute and hot at the same time – how this perfect man even existed? Mickey was in the middle of explaining what he did wrong in one exercise when Ian couldn’t take it anymore. 

“How are you real?” He mumbled and Mickey stopped and looked at him, which almost made Ian blush. Fucking blush. “I mean… Shit, sorry. It’s just-” he stopped and sighed out loud.  

“It’s okay, Gallagher” Mickey said and Ian was sure he looked at his lips for a moment too long before continuing. “And I’m real mostly because I exist. But do we really exist though? Maybe it’s all just sims game? Fuck knows, philosophy lessons only confuse people more than they actually teach" he finished, playing with his pencil between tattooed fingers.  

"Again: how are you real” Ian asked and shake his head. “I think you are the smartest person in this neighbourhood and you somehow also the hottest guy around here-" 

"Oh, please, have you looked in the mirror lately?” Mickey stopped him, raising his eyebrows. “Bad boy Ian Gallagher with his 'no fucks given’ attitude, intimidating friends, tattoos and probably some piercing. Trust me, you are every girl wet dream, Gallagher” Mickey said, shaking his head. 

“Girl? That was not a plan, damn it! I didn’t do all that work for girls!” His fake offended tone made Mickey laugh. 

“Well, then you are fucked. I’m pretty sure my sister wanted to get with you, but then she heard that you are a fuckboy. Or men slut” Mickey added and Ian put hand on his heart pretend to be offended 

“And gay” Ian added. “Don’t forget that one, it’s really important” Ian added and looked Mickey right into eyes.  

“Yeah, I can imagine” Milkovich answered without breaking an eye-contact. Then Ian decided to make a bold move, because he was already done with all this sexual tension. He put his palm on Mickey’s thigh and smiled. 

“I think we could have a little break” he said then, moving his hand up. Mickey closed his eyes and bit his lip. 

“I would be totally for it, but, as I said, you are a fuckboy” Mickey said and moved away. “You get trophies, Gallagher. And I don’t want entire school to know tomorrow in what position we did it and how long we lasted. So better get back to your book” Mickey said, his speech too perfect to be improvised. 

“Have you practiced it?” Ian asked and seeing Mickey’s expression, he laughed. “Oh, God, you did”. 

“Shut up” Milkovich mumbled and Ian only laughed louder. 

“Sorry, men, but I was really moved for a second, but then I focused on the part with you admitting that you are gay and basically saying that you are into me and I decided it’s more important than the other part… And honestly, did you came up with that? You had any help with that speech?” He asked and Mickey’s face again, gave all the answers. “It was Mandy, wasn’t it?" 

"Yeah, it was” Mickey admitted with serious tone. “She helped me after Iggy told her that a guy I've been crushing on since forever made a bet with his friends about fucking me” he added and Ian froze. 

“H-how did Iggy-” Ian started, but he didn’t know how to continue without sounding like complete idiot. 

“How did Iggy know?” Mickey finished and laughed with no humour in his voice. “Your fucking friend buys drugs from him. He got high yesterday and said something about the bet and Iggy kicked him out. Moron probably doesn’t even remember that” Mickey explained and started packing his things. "I was hoping they were all wrong and you won’t be acting out only to fuck me, but well, I was wrong" Mickey added and zipped his bag, which bring Ian back to reality. 

“There was a bet okay?!” He screamed, making Mickey stop.  "There was a fucking bet that I could get free weed if I fuck you and I went for it, but then I saw you and you are hot as fuck and you make me lose all my confidence and usual chill and it’s really really really frustrating" he sighed and looked at Milkovich who was standing at the door. “And then I discovered how smart you are and that you are funny, which only made you hotter and honestly, I never been so close to beg a guy to blow him, but you are just so fucking perfect and I-I… I don’t know what to do, okay?” He mumbled and finally looked up to see Milkovich boy smiling. Ian frowned his eyebrows. “Are… Are you trying not to laugh on my perfect speech?!” He screamed, which made Mickey crack up into loud laughter. 

“Oh, shit, Gallagher” Mickey said and shake his head. “I just wanted to see if you tell the truth and if you do then you fuck me, but damn, this speech was amazing. Better than mine. So glad I recorded it” he said and Ian raised his eyebrows. 

“That was all a trick?” He asked and Milkovich nodded, taking step in Ian’s direction. 

“Yes, it was”  

“And you are into me” he stated, little smile appearing on his face. Mickey nodded again. 

“Yeah, I’ve mentioned something” he agreed, taking another step. They were standing right next to each other and Ian just wanted to kiss Mickey. 

“That’s cool” he only said and was about to touch Mickey’s face when he remembered something. "What was that part about recording it?“ He asked and the other boy laughed. 

"That’s my insurance” Mickey answered and put his hands on Ian’s jeans, and started to slowly unzipping his belt. “To make sure you will share that weed with me after” he added and Ian swallowed hard, looking in those big blue eyes. 

“Yeah, sure, I will” he agreed and Mickey smiled taking Ian’s belt out of his pants and putting it on the table next to his. 

“Who would’ve suspect that our school bad boy can be so… obedient” Milkovich added and Ian raised his eyebrows.  

“Who would’ve thought about school nerd being a hot, manipulating, bossy bottom” Gallagher threw in this conversation. 

“Shut up and fuck me, Gallagher" 

"Only if you keep your glasses on”  

“Deal” Mickey agreed and Ian decided that this was the only deal that he could willingly agree to over and over again. He also thought about his weed that he was definitely smoke with Mickey after sex during this week. This deal was perfect. 

To The Future

A quick future canonverse fic where the Delinquents decide to intervene in Clarke and Bellamy’s most personal affair. 

“You know, you two really need to hurry up.” Raven said suddenly, taking a screwdriver from Murphy.

Clarke raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall in the garage. “I presume you mean me and Bell?”

“Who else?” Jasper muttered, throwing himself onto a stool between Monty and Octavia.

The six of them were gathered around the Rover. Well, five technically as Raven was under it. Trouble with the gearbox again. Their shift patterns had just ended; Clarke in the med-bay, Octavia in the training ground, Jasper and Monty in the labs, Murphy on the range. The only ones missing were Bellamy and Miller who had yet to return from their patrol around Skaikru’s land. With the Rover out of action, all border patrols had to be conducted on foot which all the guards (including Bellamy) complained about on an hourly basis.

Octavia snickered at Jasper’s comment. “Skaikru’s power couple.”

Clarke rolled her eyes. “Please. The only power couple in Skaikru is definitely my mom and Kane.” She turned back to Raven. “Hurry up and do what?”

“Have a kid. You and Bellamy.” Raven frowned at Clarke as if it were the most obvious question in the world.

“Wow.” Clarke blinked, slightly surprised at the answer. “That was . . blunt.”

Raven looked around at the other delinquents. They dropped awkwardly their heads as her gaze passed over them. “Come on, guys, you were all thinking it. I just said it.”

Octavia shifted on her seat. “Yeah, Clarke. I want to be an auntie.”

“Don’t encourage them, Raven. Can you imagine what a Griffin-Blake kid would be like?” Jasper shook his head. “Clarke’s stubbornness should never ever be mixed with Bellamy’s mood swings. No one on Earth would be safe again.”

“Thanks, Jasper.” came a sarcastic reply.

“It’d be cute, though. First kid in Arkadia who’s parents are members of the 100.” Monty remarked.

“Cute?” Murphy snorted. “I’m with Jordan. A Griffin-Blake kid would be lethal.”

“But why do we have to be first?” Clarke asked indignantly. “Why can’t Octavia and Lincoln go first?”

“Because people still see you and Bell as the leaders, the role models.” Octavia replied insistently. “The reason why there isn’t any Earth-born Skaikru kids yet is because everyone is kind of waiting for you two to try it out first. To them, if Bellamy and Clarke feel safe enough to start a family then they’re safe enough, too.”

Clarke sighed. “I’m not sure if Bellamy even wants a kid so you should all lower your expectations for the time being.”

“Oh please,” Jasper scoffed. “Bellamy would be in his element. Someone that not only appreciates his protectiveness, but actually needs it, too. He’d love it.”

“Jasper’s right.” Octavia nodded. “I mean, Bell didn’t get a choice about raising me but he did a good job of it and he was only six back then. He’d be an amazing dad.”

“I know.” Clarke bit her lip. “I’m just not sure what he’d think about getting into that right now.”

“Why not now?” Raven jumped up onto the hood of the Rover, flicking a loose strand of hair out of her face. “Things are great here. Everyone’s healthy and happy and-.”

Raven was interrupted as the garage bay door slid open. Bellamy stepped in, Miller on his six, dressed as always in their guard uniforms.

“Hey guys,” Nathan swung his rifle off his shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe the weather out there.”

Bellamy gave Miller a withering look before shaking his hair like a dog. The amount of water dripping off him was going to form a puddle soon enough. “I think they can probably make an accurate guess.” He unzipped his sodden jacket and hung it on the closest chair. “Raven, how long till the damn Rover is fixed?”

Raven tossed him the keys as he joined the circle. “Should be good to go for tomorrow.”

Bellamy gave her a nod of thanks, kissing Clarke’s head in a quiet greeting.

“So,” Miller pulled a chair over. “What have we been talking about?”

“Bellamy and Clarke’s fruitless sex life.” Murphy answered innocently.

Clarke tried not to laugh at the look on Bellamy’s face, although everyone else was in bits. He was obviously convincing himself that Murphy was joking. The alternative was far too embarrassing for his liking.

“According to these guys, you and I should be having more unprotected sex to meet the needs of Skaikru.” Clarke clarified, struggling desperately to keep a straight face.

Bellamy looked around the circle of friends quizzically. “And how does us having more unprotected sex benefit Skaikru?”

The delinquents dissolved into hysterics again. “Didn’t Mom ever give you the talk, Bell?” Octavia laughed at her older brother.

“It’s okay, Bellamy, I’ll explain it to you.” Jasper smirked. “When a man loves a woman very much, sometimes, they get-”

“I know how it works, Jordan.” Bellamy cringed. “You’re saying that I should knock Clarke up so you can experience all the joys of a kid, safe in the knowledge that you can give it back?”

“Basically,” Octavia admitted. “And I definitely want to be an auntie.”

“Octavia thinks that we should be the first to have a kid, just to prove to everyone else that it’s safe.” Clarke looked up at Bellamy, trying to gauge what he was thinking. “Monty thinks it would be cute but Jasper thinks we absolutely shouldn’t reproduce because any child of ours would be a danger to society.”

“Thanks, Jasper.” Bellamy huffed. “Though he’s probably right.”

Clarke gave him a sharp jab with her elbow. Bellamy reconsidered. “I’m kidding. I agree with Monty. Our kids would be cute. And dangerous.”

“See?” Murphy gestured at Bellamy. “Even he agrees with me.”

“So you’re going to try?” Raven asked eagerly.

Bellamy chuckled. “Hold on a second. I didn’t mean right now.”

“I told you he’d say that.” Clarke crowed triumphantly.

Bellamy hesitated. “I mean, I want to. Of course I do, but Kane has been talking about stepping down as Chancellor soon so he can be with Abby more. You know that he wants me to run to take his place. I’m not sure that Clarke and I can manage that and a baby at the same time.”

Octavia groaned frustratedly. “Let’s be real, Bell. If you take that pin, you’ll be re-elected until you die or you give up on your own and we know that will never happen. There’s not going to be a perfect time.”

“You and Clarke looked after 100 kids alone for months.” Monty said dismissively. “What’s one?”

“46 of them died.” Murphy pointed out.

“Shut up, Murphy.” Raven glared.

“Besides, we’ll all babysit for you.” Octavia added.

“Will we?” Nathan and Jasper asked simultaneously.

Yes, we will.” Octavia hissed, giving both boys a pointed look. “They owe me a niece or nephew.”

“They really think that we should, Bell.” Clarke smiled, giving him a hopeful gaze.

Bellamy looked at her for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh. “No promises.”

“That means yes in Bellamy-speak.” Octavia grinned at her brother. “This is going to be so awesome.”

“If by awesome, you mean deadly, then sure. It’s going to be awesome.” Murphy called, grabbing some bottles from behind the bar. “Let’s hope the kid doesn’t inherit the Chancellor-to-be’s temper.”

“John,” Clarke accepted a bottle of moonshine from him. “Carry on and you’ll be the one running the Skaikru Day Care.”

“If you want the kid to stay alive, I assure you that’s a terrible idea. Jasper is your best shot.”

“I wouldn’t trust either of you so don’t stress yourselves about it.” Bellamy crossed his arms. “I doubt you’ll be able to pry he or she away from Octavia, anyway.”

“You got it, brother.” Octavia paused. “We’ve come one hell of a way, haven’t we?”

“Understatement of the century.” Raven coughed as she took a swig of moonshine. “We’re lucky to be alive.”

“Not lucky.” Murphy said, jumping up onto the bar. “We damn earned it.”

Clarke raised her glass. “To the future?”

“I’ll drink to that.”

Two Stubborn People in Love

A/N: Nothing much…. unedited… that’s about it lol From the series ‘And Just When I Thought Things Were Going To Be Easy For Us’

 Pictures are not mine, found them on google so credit to them! 

Word Count: 1603
Dean x Reader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“How was the drive?” Sam asked as he approached his older brother, pulling him in for a tight hug. He didn’t miss the slight blush that dusted Dean’s cheeks as he glanced back at your sleeping form that was sprawled on the passenger seat, a light snore escaping your lips.

“Good. Long.” Dean shrugged nonchalantly. Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his stubborn brother. He had seen the picture Dean had posted on Instagram. He had been rooting for both Dean and you to get together ever since he was introduced to you. He noticed the sparkle in Dean’s eyes that had for so long disappeared – ever since the death of their parent’s. He saw the way Dean was with you, the way Dean talked about you whenever he called, the way Dean reacted whenever you went on a date and Sam wouldn’t hear the end of it. He had planned this trip and convinced you to come along in hopes that he could finally set his plan into motion: getting you and Dean together. Officially.

“Well I’m glad you made it. The beds are made and everything so you can grab the bags and I can grab Y/N…?” Sam couldn’t help but smirk as he saw his brother glance at him in annoyance. He innocently raised his hands in surrender before heading towards the trunk of the beloved Impala and grabbed some bags.

Dean made his way towards you, unsure as to how he was going to get you out without waking you up. You looked so peaceful and content that he dreaded having to move you. But he knew that if he didn’t, that you would bitch at him the next morning because of the pain in your back and neck. He could hear his brother snicker from behind him. Dean, without looking, flipped him off as he continued to ponder on what to do. Eventually he decided that he would slowly open the passenger door, gently cradling your head with one hand as he tried to swing the door open so he could cradle you in his arms. A groan of discomfort escaped your lips and he froze, waiting to see if you would open your eyes. He let out a soft sigh of relief when you didn’t. He quickly slipped his arms underneath your warm sun-kissed body and lifted you up off the seat. He couldn’t help but smile as you cuddled into his chest, your hand slightly resting where his heart beat thunderously. God, he was so fucking in love with you.

“You’re so done for, man,” Sam commented as he watched Dean walk you to your room. He didn’t notice the beach house, didn’t bother looking around. They could’ve rented a shack or a mansion of all things and he still would have only eyes for you. He would be just as content.

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled, though his small smile betrayed his words.


You heard the sound of seagulls before you noticed anything else. You felt the warm ocean breeze, next. And then came the warmth of the sun streaming through the large windows.

“You’re the laziest person in the world,” A familiar voice called out from the doorway. Immediately your eyes flashed open, a squeal of happiness escaped your lips as you sprang out of bed. Flying towards the large man you had missed terribly. Sam chuckled as you jumped into his arms, dwarfing you as he hugged you tightly. His dimples appeared as he smoothed out your messy hair. You clung to him as if you were impersonating a Koala and refused to let him go. “I missed you to, sleepyhead” If there was anyone you wanted in the world to be your brother, it would hands down, without a sliver of doubt, be Sam Winchester. The abnormally large Sasquatch was everything you wanted in a little brother.

“I’m not letting you go. Ever. During this whole break,” His shirt muffled your words but he somehow heard you. He chuckled at the thought, already picturing a pissed off Dean.

“As nice as that sounds, I would very much appreciate it if you take a shower,” As soon as the words left his mouth, you quickly let go and punched him in the arm, trying not to flinch at the hard muscle that hurt your knuckles.

“You suck,”

“Get dressed, breakfast is ready,” He called out with a smile before walking out the door and shutting it behind him. You couldn’t help but be giddy at the start of a new day. You walked over to the windows and saw the ocean and beach the stretched for miles and miles in each direction. The smile hadn’t left your face since the moment you woke up. Just the smell of the ocean made you giddy. You quickly took a shower and slipped on a pair of shorts and one of your many college’s sweatshirts. Quickly running down the stairs to find your favorite brothers sitting on the deck, a breakfast galore on the table that instantly made your mouth water.

“Good morning, to my favorite people ever,” Quickly planting a kiss on both of their cheeks before instantly digging into the food that sat before you, the warm breeze pleasant against your legs.

“Looks like you woke up in a good mood,” Dean teased as he sipped on his coffee. He couldn’t help but admire how at peace you looked as you watched the ocean waves crash onto shore. How your legs bounced as you itched to play in the water.

“Wow Dean, I almost didn’t recognize you. When was the last time you wore shorts?” You whistled jokingly, although the sight of him was surely pleasant as well. He was clearly ready for the day. In a dark t-shirt and light blue shorts, his sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt.

“Alright you two, I’m trying to eat here,” Sam commented in mock disgust, Dean winked at me before glancing at the drink Sam had. Both Dean and I gagged at the protein shake, remembering Sam’s obsession with healthy and clean eating, which was impressive since he was a college student.

“So what’s the plan for today?” You asked as you downed the orange juice, resting your feet on Dean’s lap casually. He glared at you playfully before massaging your calves.

“I was thinking we could walk around, get a feel of the area. You’ve never been here so I think it’d be awesome to get lunch in town and look at some shops and whatnot,” Sam piped as he read off something from his phone, probably notes. “There’s an outdoor shopping center that’s pretty cool,”

“Sounds good, Sammy. I’m happy with anything,” You smiled at the youngest Winchester, loving how serious he was in making sure you had a good time. “Thank you for letting me tag along. Dean says to not make it a big deal, but honestly Sam, it means the world to me,”

“You think I wouldn’t want my older sister to come along on this trip? Besides who is supposed to keep Dean in check cause I sure as hell won’t do it. But it’s no big deal, Y/N I wouldn’t have it any other way and I’m sure Dean feels the same way. You’re family,”


Dean quickly ran down the sidewalk, gracefully dodging people as he waved his hands in victory a bright smile on his face as he reached the steps that lead to the mall. You and Sam trailed behind, out of breath and in disbelief that Dean out of the three of you had won the spontaneous race. You really needed to get back in shape once you returned to school.

“Aw are the babies tired?” Dean teased, quickly approaching you and letting you lean against his broad self.

Sam merely chuckled while you flipped off the eldest Winchester as he dragged you along, slipping his fingers between yours as you approached the array of shops and restaurants. It was a beautiful and warm day, Dean hiding his beautiful green eyes with some sunglasses. There was no place you’d rather be. Your boys were happy, you were over the moon, everything was just perfect.

The pictures were endless. You couldn’t stop. There was so much beauty and the guys were too handsome to not capture. But there was one picture that took your breath away.

“You should tell him,” You quickly flipped your phone over, letting out a sigh of relief once you realized it was just Sam. Somewhere along the way, Sam had found out about your feelings towards his brother and was insistent that you told him.

“One day, Sam,” You all but chuckled as you looked at the picture you had taken of Dean, once more. He was smiling at you, walking to grab a sample a little way down the sidewalk and you had told him to turn around quickly. It was the carefree expression that had taken your breath away. He had gotten a temporary tattoo just for the hell of it since you had made fun of him for never having his skin inked by anything. He had smugly come out of a tent a mere 30 minutes later with a design om his arm and you couldn’t help but laugh at how proud of himself he was. Dean did anything to make you laugh. 

 Sam let out a groan of frustration but let the conversation slide. He knew what your fear was. That Dean wouldn’t feel the same way and you would not only loose the close friendship you had with him but by default loose Sam as well. Them being the two most important people in your life, it scared you shitless and such a possibility. You were fine with silent admiration, as painful as it was since Dean Winchester was a flirt. But you knew that it was for the best. It had to be for the best.

Enchanted - Part Two

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Notes: If you don’t know what Enchanted is, (can I be you?) it’s a deaf!Reader x Teen!Dean oneshot I wrote a while back. I’m going against my better judgement and posting a part two. Enjoy.

**as stated before, I am NOT trying to romanticize this kind of thing**

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Angst, Deaf!Reader, Teen!Dean, minor bullying.

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Confess (F - Namjoon)

*Featuring Best Friends Jikook, I want them to be my friends too* 

 Word Count:1824 words 

“Oh, come on.”

“Jimin. I am not going with you.”

“My parents will let go if they know you’re going.”

“Yeah, Y/N, the same for me.”

“What am I, the trick card you use when you want to do something bad?”

“Yeah, my parents let me go to dirt biking because I said that you were doing it with me.”

“Oh my god. And you’re still cleaning dirt for your shoes even since.”

“It was awesome, okay. It’s worth the dirt in my shoes.”

“Why can’t you just do that this time?”

“They want to hear your voice when they call me every hour.”

“Every hour…”

“Plus that guy you like, Namjoon is hosting it.” They both knew that you had a big crush on Namjoon. He was smart, attractive and way out of your league. It didn’t stop you from dreaming about him though, gushing about your feelings for him to them.

“How do I know you’re not lying? You told me you and Jimin were brothers once!”

“And I still can’t believe you fell for that, how do I look anything like this garden gnome?”


“I didn’t think you were twins, obviously but it’s possible.”

“He wishes that he was that close to me.”

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep one day, Kookie.

“If you aren’t too scared to climb down for the top bunk and not knock over the vase in the living room again, I’ll accept my death by your hands.”

“You two are so weird. No wonder I thought you two were brothers, you act like it.”


“I’m leaving.” Jungkook grabbed your hand, forcing you into his lap and Jimin pulled out his phone. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you as you squirm in his lap and Jimin texted someone.

“Are you going to wait for your proof or keep squirming in Kookie’s lap? He looks like he likes the way you squirm.”

“Shut up, gnome.” You say next to Jungkook, waiting for their so-called proof.

“You have no respect, ungrateful brat.”

“Maybe my respect for you is only as much as your height and you don’t look very tall, Jiminie.” You stifled a giggle and Jimin pouted, he was usually the but of your jokes in this small circle.

“Hey, Mini.”

“Why does everyone call me short?”

“Well, you’re not looking tall today.”

“I didn’t call you to come and roast me, Namjoon.”

“Y/N wants an invite to your party tonight.”


“Is that so?”


“Then, I’ll be seeing you tonight. Later.” He left and you could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“Was that enough proof for you?”

“Now, you have to come.”

“Your secret crush is expecting you now.”

“What do you say?”

“I fucking hate you both.”


You went home, asking your parents if you could go to the party and they were overjoyed.

“A party? Tonight? Finally!”


“You’re such a sensible girl, it’s about time that you go out and have fun.”

“Okay, thanks mom?” You were confused but nonetheless, you were allowed to go. You rummaged through your clothes, looking for something that doesn’t say ‘This is my first party’.


“Yes, mom.”

“Jimin and Jungkook are here!” You went downstairs to see those two idiots sitting in your living room.

“What are you two doing here?”

“Well, Jimin knows you can’t dress for shit.”

“How supportive.”

“But we’re here to fix that, you’re trying to impress your man.”

“Namjoon is not my man.”

“Not yet, he is.”

“I’d love to throw you both out.”

“But you need us, come on.”

“Jungkook, she’s not going to come with us willingly. It’s time for Plan B.”

“My favourite.” Jungkook scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder and you began hitting his back.

“We’re going to borrow your daughter, ma’am.”

“Just bring her back by 12.”


“Fine, 12:30.”


“You’re a terrible negotiator, Y/N.” Jimin said as Jungkook sat you in the car, he sat with you as if he thought you would hop out the speeding car. You always thought Jimin drove like a maniac, speeding and enjoying the wind blowing his hair back.

“This is kidnapping.”

“Your mom let us, we’re keeping you until 12:30.”

“You make you sound like a pet.”

“You would be cute on a leash.”


“Chill, I’m not into you like that. You’re like my little sister.”

“We’re the same age.”

“Older by a day.”

“It’s only 20 hours!”

“Doesn’t matter, don’t talk to your oppa like that.”

“The only guy I can call oppa is Jimin and he blushes like a beet when I do.”

“I-I do not!”

“Jimin, your cheeks are redder than the red dot on Japan’s flag.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“Okay, oppa~”

“Tell me why we’re helping her again.”

“She can’t dress herself.”


“That is true..”


“Come on, pet.”

“Sometimes, I want to murder you both.”

“You love us too much to kill us.”

“Plus we’re your only friends.”

“Don’t forget us when Namjoon comes into your life.”

“And you better not mess around with him, missy.”

“When did I get two fathers?”

“Well, your mom is-”

“Jungkook, finish that sentence and I’ll burn your Iron Man collection.”

“You monster.” You smiled sweetly at him and walked through the mall with them. They dragged you into a small boutique and you browsed through the racks. When you saw the prices, you almost dropped dead, why were they so expensive?

“Find anything you like?”

“I can’t even afford a hanger here.”

“Cheer up, buttercup. We’re buying.”

“You know, that’s the funniest thing you’ve said to me, Jimin.”

“You’ve so cute and naïve.” He pinched your cheek and smiled at you. They pulled out the store, claiming the clothes won’t do you any good.

“Oh what about Old Navy?”

“Sweetie, what is that?”

“Fucking pretentious rich boys.”

“I’m not that rich.”

“You drove us here in your Range and come to school in with Corvette.”

“Look, don’t talk about Melissa and Janette like that.”

“This is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Say that again, punk.” You giggled as the two bickered and you pulled them along. They pulled you into another store, tossing clothes at you and pushing you into the dressing room.

“Do you two have to guard the door?”

“So nobody gets the wrong idea.”

“Don’t try and open the door, I’m talking about you Jungkook.

“Jimin dared me to!”

“Did not.”


“Not my fault, stupid. You know Y/N took kickboxing.”

“I’m done.” You opened the door and they pulled you out. The dress was a sultry raven, lace on the bodice with a flowing skirt and there was a gold band around the waist.

“Damn, girl.”

“So, there is a figure under there.” You hit Jungkook’s head and tried on other dresses but you had your heart set on the first one.

“Now, you just have to fix your hair and… that. And you’ll be ready.”

“I seriously want to backhand you into next year.”

“Yeah, love you too.” They took you back to the car and drove you over to Jungkook’s house. His parents were kind people, always letting you stay over and never asked why there was a grape strain on his ceiling.

“My sister is the best at shit like this.”

“Na Jeong!”

“What are you yelling about now, brat?”

“Oh, hey Y/N and Jimin~”

“Why are you so mean to me, Noona?”

“Because you’re a little brat.”

“At least change it up once in a while.”

“Mom’s too lenient with you.”

“Noona, can you help her? She’s confessing to Namjoon, tonight.”

“When did I say that?”

“Finally, I’ve been rooting for you two for so long.”

“You knew?”

“Who doesn’t know? Girl, it’s obvious, you become a rock when he enters the room and can barely speak above a whisper.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Like a zit on a prom queen’s forehead.”


“Don’t worry, I’ll help you sweetheart and Kookie, you owe me one.” She said with a wink and kicked out the boys.

“You’re already a natural beauty, so you don’t need much Y/N.”

“That’s not true..”

“You’re cute, alright. If you weren’t friends with my brother and his little garden gnome, they would be all over you.”

“I doubt that.”

“You have a thick skull like my brother, just trust me Y/N.”

“I trust you.”

“Take a shower and get dressed, I’ll fix your hair after.” You did as she said, taking a shower and letting your contemplate over how you were supposedly going to confess.

You’ve liked him for two years now, he hasn’t noticed you at all. You doubt he would even give you a glance or remember who you were.

“You’ve got a good head of hair, Y/N.” She brushed it for you and played with it a little bit. You watched her fix your bangs and let your hair just flow. She simply put lip gloss on your face and took a seat on her bedroom.

“Wait, this is it?”

“Y/N, I thought I told you to trust me.”


“Y/N, are you done in there?”

“Noona, you fixed her right?”

“You insensitive child, how are you going to find a girl that will put up with you?” She opened the door and grabbed Jungkook’s ears. He whined in pain before she let go.

“Come on, let’s go.” Jungkook drove this time, arriving at Namjoon’s house and the house was already full.

“We were just fashionably late.”

“Go get him.”

“If this ends bad, I’m beating you up with each other.”

“That’s our girl.” You walked through the crowd, eyes watching you and you caught someone winking at you

Did you just wink at me?


“O-oh, Namjoon..”

“You look amazing.”

“Thank you..” You two just stood in front of each other, neither of you knowing what to say but not leaving each other either.

“Let’s go somewhere quiet.” He took your hand, your face burning up at his sudden skinship and you followed him.

“You look like you have something on your mind..”

“No, it’s just.. I wasn’t expecting you to just let me into this party.”

“Why not, you’re friends with Jimin and Jungkook, right?”


“It helps that you’re with them.”

“So, it’s because of them.”

“Y/N, I didn’t-”

“But you said it, Namjoon.”

“I keep forgetting that you’re not like other girls.”

“What, I’m the only girl that needs her popular friends to-” He leaned in, pressing his lips against you to silence you. You didn’t react at first and he pulled away.

“I don’t like other girls because I like you.”

“Y-Y-Y-You like me?”

“Yes, I like you, Y/N. Not Y/N whose friends with Jimin and Jungkook, the cute shy girl named Y/N.”

“I like you too.”

“Let’s try that again.” He leaned in, the fresh burst of giddiness bubbling in your stomach as you share a chaste kiss with Namjoon.

 ~Admin Blake

AU in which Dipper is Mabel’s older brother by three years.

Word Count: 5,383

I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE CUTE AND IT WAS AND I WAS NOT READY FOR IT. This story was just a characterization test so I rewrote The Inconveniencing (a lot was changed though, you’re not getting the same story just the same events)

Wasn’t beta’d I finished it at two in the morning, sent it to Rachel and she liked it.



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The Secrets between You & I Chapter 1 (Calum Hood Teen Spy Fanfic)

Senior year. Only 4 and half more months were left clinging onto your high school life and then it was bye bye child’s play, and hello to college. And if you looked back, you’d like to think that you did a pretty good job in high school. Honors classes, clubs, community service, yearbook. Not to mention your “leftover” group of friends were the very people who helped define you. The sideline kids, as you’ve come to think of it. A sprinkle of honors, a dash of athletes, a touch of bandies, a dose of colorful, alt kids, a pinch of theater lovers, basically a tossed salad of the school’s infamous cliques. Now, a beautiful melting pot of people you’ve come to love.

It was also a typical second Friday of the month. Where the group’s jock, Calum, aka your neighbor and best friend since the goofball moved in when you were both 8 and attending the prestigious private school in Sydney, was hosting yet another pool party in this warm January weather. His parents made it very aware to the group of twelve 17 & 18 year olds that “our home is your home.” It was the typical gathering that you were use to: Swimming and grilling. Every now and then, Luke would pull out his guitar and everyone will try to make up a song together. Right before Michael pulled Valerie into the pool and nearly splashing said guitar.

Your POV

“So, Y/N,” Mali, Calum’s older sister who had just finished college almost a year ago sat down next to me with a beer bottle in her hand, “Have you decided which school you’re going to yet?”

“Mali,” Calum groaned rolling his eyes, “Can you bring up an even more boring topic?”

She scoffed at him and threw a nearby beach ball in his direction.

I laughed at his comment before replying to her, “Actually, I got a letter after school today from University of Melbourne. They have a great Marine Bio program, but I also got into Queensland. I’m still weighing my options.”

“That sounds great,” she exclaimed before quieting down, “Don’t tell Calum, but he really hopes you choose Queensland. He’s got a full ride, you know? He’ll be playing varsity football for them at the beginning of the quarter.”

“Really?” I said very surprised, “Calum’s made it very clear to a few of us that he’ll be taking a break.”

“Don’t believe everything he says, Y/N,” she said taking a swig, “He might be my brother, but he’s very much still stupid. And a boy.”


“I knew I’d find you up here.”

You jumped slightly at the voice coming from the inside of your bedroom window. You turned around to see Calum climbing out to sit on the roof with you.

“Your mum let me in,” he placed his elbows around his knees and grabbed his right wrist with his left hand to lock him into place.

“Can you believe senior year is almost over?” I sighed looking over at his profile before looking back down to my fingers.

“Well, we still have 4 months left,” he shrugged, “Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

I chuckled, “Mali told me that you got into Queensland.”

His jaw tightened and joked, “Don’t be so surprised.”

“I think you should go,” I spoke up.

He looked over at me and gave me a crooked grin, “What happened to all of our light conversations and funny inside jokes? We sound like boring adults, talking about the future and shit.”

I shrugged, “I just want to make sure that you’re going to be okay. We’ve been in almost every class since the 4th year. You’re my best friend Calum, I have the right to care, you know?”

He pressed his lips into a line before pushing them out into a pop sound, “Well, I’ve got another month to decide. But…in the mean time. I’ve got something for you.”

“Aww. Now I’m going to feel shitty. I’ve got nothing for you,” I chuckled.

He reached in his hoodie pocket before clearing his throat, “Y/N Y/L/N, you have been my best friend since I moved in to this suburban neighborhood. You have tricked me numerous times to stay apart of your crazy life. And although you may be a pain in the ass sometimes, you’ve still helped me when I got my first car at the golden age of 17, you’ve helped me obtain a high school girlfriend, a feat no awkward 15 year old boy could’ve done himself, you danced with me at that dreadful 9th year dance, and you gave me my first kiss at the carefree age of 10. In honor of our 10 year best friend anniversary, I present to you this symbol of the beginning of our friendship, Dot.”

He brought his hands out from behind him and sitting in the middle of his palms was a frumpled stuffed animal, a cute tan colored pup with brown, floppy ears.

My eyes grew big and I snatched it out of his hand, “DOT! Oh my gosh! You still have him?!”

“Of course,” he beamed, “When the starlord defeated the evil galactic gorgon, I had to take a prize back to my best friend and battle star ship pilot. Sorry it took 10 years, by the way. You would think that NASA had this whole, speed of light traveling thing down by now.”

“You’re awesome, Cal,” I gave him a wholehearted smile, “I can’t believe you still had him. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he gave me a lazy smile.

“Now, I feel really shitty about not getting you anything,” my shoulders slumped, “I’m a terrible best friend.”

He nodded, “The shittiest of the shittiest.”

We both laughed at the same time, before quieting down.

“But there is something you can do to make it up,” he said swaying his long torso back and forth.

I raised my eyebrow at him, “What’s in that perverted mind of your’s, Hood?”

He smirked, “Go to Prom with me.”

I raised my eyebrow even more, “Is that how you’re going to ask me?”

“If anything you should be asking me,” he shrugged with a cocky smile on his face, “I got you Dot. You should get me a Prom date, but you already know that I will say no to every girl besides you.”

I shrugged and played it cool, “I guess we could go together.”

“Good,” he nodded, “Anyways, everyone in the group is asking each other, so you were unfortunately the only option left for me.”

I sighed jokingly, “What a shame. I would’ve loved to go with Ash.”

“Same,” he nodded before we both broke out in laughter.

The honk of a car snapped us from our fit of laughter. We both looked down to see a car stopped in front of my house. Ashton stuck his head out from the driver’s side and suddenly Luke popped out from the passenger’s side and Michael came up from the sunroof.

“Cal!” Ashton shouted, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” he gave them a thumbs up before turning towards my window and grabbing his duffle bag that he had dropped before stepping out. He tossed the duffle bag down my roof before turning towards the trellis leaning on the side of the house.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked him before he could escape, “It’s way pass midnight.”

“Early senior prank,” Calum said calmly.

“Last time I checked I was a senior,” I said standing up with Dot in my hand.

“Y/N,” Calum started, “You know, we’d get in a shit ton of trouble if we get caught?”

“It’ll be the last hoorah,” I shrugged.

He squeezed his lips together, “You’ve got a lot riding on you, Y/N. I think you should stay.”

I retaliated, “You’ve got a lot riding on you too.”

He raised his thick brow, “Ah, but I can live with myself after I T.P. the principal’s house.”

I sighed, “Fine. Have fun. Tell the guys I said, hi. And be safe, you idiot. If you need me to bail you out, you know where to reach me.”

He gave me a big smile, “Thanks, bestie!”

I watched him climb down the viney trellis before grabbing his black duffle bag and jogging to the car. I watched the car take off down the street of the family neighborhood before it disappeared into the night.

"No Matter What." -Winchester Sister

It will be a busy couple of weeks. Please bare with me. Enjoy. Feedback, comments, questions, requests are awesomely appreciated. Love y'all!


Nothing. That’s what you felt, what you saw and what you wanted to do every minute of every day. You stopped talking to your brothers, stopped going on hunts with them and you kept yourself locked in your bedroom, only coming out to eat and use the bathroom.

You were sure you were depressed, but you couldn’t be too sure until you went to a doctor. Which you wouldn’t because that would mean talking to someone, and you were sure that you didn’t want that right now.

Sam and Dean were worried, scared, and angry. Worried because their sister wasn’t talking, eating or participating in an activity that brought them all closer. It felt like you were drifting and they weren’t sure how to get you back. Scared because they knew that being trapped in your mind was a terrible place to be trapped in. Lastly, they were angry because whenever they tried to talk to you, get you to open up, you would stare at the wall behind their heads, or glare at them until they dismissed you. No doubt they thought you were possessed. They did all the tests, only to be welcomed with the fact that it was just..you.

“Dammit Sammy! This is gone on way too long! If Y/N doesn’t start talking, I may have to put a spell on her or something!” Dean shouted, slamming his fist on the table in the bunker’s library. Sam sighed, gulped his beer, ran a hand through his hair before answering.

“I know, Dean. Trust me, this scares me just as bad as it scares you, alright? We just have to wait until she’s ready to start talking, okay?” He said, playing with the lid of his bottle.

“She’s cooped up in her room all day, when its time to eat, she doesn’t talk, and when we ask her questions, she just shrugs and leaves the room. That, Sam, isn’t healthy. Not even remotely..human.” Dean said, choking back tears. “She’s our little sister, Sam. She should be able to trust us.”

Sam choked back a few tears of his own. “I know what you mean, brother. I don’t think it’s the fact that she doesn’t necessarily trust us, its probably more of the fact that she doesn’t see a reason to tell us what’s going on in her head.” He explained. Dean nodded, standing up from his chair.

“Let’s go talk to her. Maybe today will be different.” Dean said, optimism, dipping from his voice as he walked to your room. The light was on and the door was open slightly, so Dean took that as a sign to go in. You were sitting on your bed, knees pressed up against your chest, tears streaming from your eyes, and worst of all, you looked scared. Sam cleared his throat, making you jump from the sudden noise. Sniffling, you wiped your red, puffy eyes, clearing them from any tear residue. You looked up at your older brothers, who were wearing the same expression on their faces. Worry.

“You guys shouldn’t be in here. Please leave.” You whispered, holding back a sob. You turned to stare at your wall, ignoring the weight of your brothers on your bed.

“Y/N, please talk to us. We are worried about you. Please let us in.” Sam said, voice filled with care and concern. You shook your head, pressing your face against your knees.

“No. Because if I do, then it will become something more in depth and I’m not ready for that yet. Please leave my room.” You said. Dean sighed angrily, standing up from your bed.

“Y/N, we are your brothers. We are family, and in this business, most families don’t last as long as we have. So you either tell us what the hell is wrong, and let us help you, or we just let you continue this charade game you’re playing. We both know that the second choice won’t happen so you better start talking. Please, Y/N, we just want to help.” Dean pleaded, and for the first time in your life, you saw your older brother break down.

“I would tell you, if I knew what was wrong myself. But I don’t, that is why I haven’t been talking to you guys as much. I figured that this would go away and I would be myself again, but it hasn’t and it honestly scares me, Dean. I don’t know what to do. Plus I didn’t want to bother you because you had all these hunts and the demon issue to worry about.” You said, taking a shaky breath, wiping more tears that had fallen.

“Don’t ever think that we would just let you deal with something like this alone, Baby Winchester. We always stick together, through thick and thin. We will figure this out, okay Y/N. If this is serious, then we’ll let Castiel deal with the demon situation for a while; while we figure out what’s wrong.” Sam said, wrapping his arms around you. You returned the hug, burying your face in your brother’s neck, missing the comfort you felt from his hugs. Dean joined in, wrapping his arms around you from behind, kissing your head.

“Don’t ever think you have to go through this, alone, Bug. We are here for you, no matter what.” Dean said, kissing your head again.

“No matter what.” Sam repeated, kissing your forehead.

“I love you guys. Thank you.” You whispered, knowing now that you can fight whatever this bad feeling was, all because your brothers were there to help and protect you.

anonymous asked:

Ok, I just realized how rude that was of me to ask that way. My apologizes. Can I please have STARISH and QUARTET NIGHT as older brothers to younger sisters.

Ahaha no worries. Hope you enjoy!! 

Tokiya: would be a very calm and reliable big brother. He is the anchor for his little sister. Whenever she was upset or troubled, Tokiya would sing her a calming lullaby, stroking her head as she fell asleep in his arms. He is always looking out for her, and will always be there for her. 

(see what I did here? ^ psst.. rin = tokiya)

Natsuki: *sighs* He is hands down, the typical doting elder brother. No matter what she does, she’ll always be cute in Natsuki’s eyes. He is constantly showering her with gifts; toys, clothes etc. He loves you so much, and makes sure you know that. Despite being an embarrassing brother, he is always there for you. 

Masato: Now, he might not be the most affectionate elder brother, but he is constantly looking out for you. Whether in academics, extra-curricular, or simply your eating habits, Masato has you in your best interests. You tend to tease him more than anything, knowing exactly what makes his flustered. And he absolutely hates when you hang out with Ren. “You don’t understand ____, Ren is a terrible influence. You must not hang around him.” And if Ren even called you cute, he’d go mental. Super protective, super caring. 

Ren: Okay, so here’s the deal, Ren is a pretty cool brother. He’s got your back, and teases you a lot. And your friends adore him. BUT he is uber protective. Like. If you bring a guy home, he’s likely to smile and be nice, but like scare the guy at the same time. He likes spending quality time with you, and is always helping you with anything. Whenever you stress, he is always there.

“Just relax ____(nickname)-chan”

Syo: Okay. 3 words. BEST. BROTHER. EVER. He is the coolest brother ever. Like ever. He has an awesome voice, he can act and he is super fun. Syo is always taking you onto his sets, showing you cool films, hanging out all the time. He takes you to the amusement park and other places. You are always having fun. And whenever your angry, he gets angry with you. Whenever your happy or excited, he gets excited too. Whenever you’re upset, he cheers you up. He’ll beat up anyone who hurts you. Syo = best friend. 

Cecil: Cecil thinks he is super cool, and he wants his little sister to think so too. Unfortunately so, his sister knows he is simply a dork.  You know Tamaki and Haruhi’s relationship? That’s what Cecil and his little sister are. Minus the romantics part of course. 

Ittoki: he is the cool, friendly, reliable big brother. He already loves and is good with kids, so he is the best big brother. He is always there for a hug, dance and a good time. 

Ai: his little sister is always face palming when she’s around Ai. She loves him, but seriously, Ai and her are always having some weird type of conversation. However, Ai does like spending time with hi sister, and is willing to do pretty much anything she wants to so. He cares for her a lot, and is extremely understanding. 

Camus: So whilst Camus feels he is all high and mighty, his little sister is always bringing him back to space. Camus loves his little sister, and is always looking out for her. She is always teasing him though;

Reiji: Reiji is that cool older brother, you both are always having fun. You both are the idiotic siblings. You know Momo and Sei from Free! ? Thats who you two are like.  Reiji always knows the perfect way to cheer you up, motivate you and make you laugh. But beware, if someone hurts you, it ain’t going to be pretty.

Ranmaru: Ranmaru cares deeply for his little sister, and is always giving her one liner advice. He’s protective, but has a soft side for you. He’s always judging your friends making sure they are good people. And god forbid the day you bring a guy home, he doesn’t want you to get hurt like he did, so he is always looking out for you. You both chill out, and go shopping, go to concerts and stuff. You both cook together, having fun. 

An Offer No One Could Ever Refuse PART 9 - Luke smut

Author’s note : Some of you told me they enjoyed Luke’s POV ,well this is a full chapter of Luke, you learn more about him, about his feelings, but also about Y/N… I really hope you will enjoy it! Don’t forget to message me OK? And I REALLY need porn blogs please lol

Luke’s POV

I checked all windows, making sure no pap was following us. Tiffany gave the driver an address and turned to me, fluttering her eyes.
“I had such a wonderful time.” she beamed.
“Yes, I- me too.” shit Luke why do you always stumble like that you fucking idiot? I cleared my throat. “I had a great time too.” There, wasn’t that hard.
We were silent for a while.
“So you- you like fashion?” Awesome Luke Hemmings, smooth.
“Yes very much, I actually have been once to a show from the London Fashion Week! I didn’t have good seats of course but still, that’s a big start!”
Luckily she went on about the show. I was grateful she was so talkative, really.
The cab came to a halt and Tiffany bit her lip hungrily.
“Do you like wanna come up for a moment?” she asked.
I hesitated a moment, shy. I was stupid but I knew what that offer meant.
“I have two roommates but they will be asleep by now you don’t have to worry.” She offered.
“Sure, I’d like to.” If anything, I needed a strong drink. I knew what she wanted but I didn’t know if I wanted the same thing, maybe after a drink or two I’d be more relax. Otherwise I’d play the gentleman.

I don’t know the problem with me. Jack has had a girlfriend for years, Ben has always been good with chatting up girls, and there was me, the last brother, little baby Lukey. I couldn’t blame it on my education for Ben, Jack and I had the same. Back when we were in school Calum was easily the most popular of us, he was an athlete back then, about to join a soccer team, girls were driven to him. Ashton was not in school with us but when he came by I could tell girls liked him, the tanned skin and the swimmer body and probably the dimples I guess. Ashton rapidly became an older brother to me. If I’m honest I think I’ve always felt like an outcast in my family. I was a good student but I was not a natural like my brothers were, all I had I owed it to hard work. But even when it came to guitar, I wasn’t a natural like Michael, whose guitar seemed to be an extension of his body and mind. I was scholar in my methods and in my appreciation of everything. My parents had always supported me with singing and playing guitar but I never admitted I was hoping to make a job out of it, my path was traced for them, engineering degree in a nearby university. I secretly dreamed my life different than the rest of my family’s. I could not identify easily to my brothers, I was taller, awfully slimmer, and more of a sensitive nature that I tried hiding as best I could. I wasn’t into sports as much as they were, and didn’t share most of their interests. Ashton was already done with high school but wasn’t going to college, ‘not his thing’ he would say. I admired that he already knew something was not his thing and I saw him as someone confident about his difference and dreams. He would play it modest, telling me he wasn’t smart enough anyway to go to college or couldn’t sign up for a loan, but I wouldn’t hear these as valuable arguments. In my mind he was a hero, a rebel, a believer. Lately I had been forced to think more and more about Ashton and how I looked up to him…

And there was Y/N. Y/N had sneaked backstage at one of our shows to win a bet against some of her friends. Both feels like yesterday and ages ago. She had claimed anyone could get backstage with a bit of gut and wit. She admitted later using the trash to get in, which I found too funny. She was congratulating us on the show like she had all rights to be there, in an outrageous outfit that made it hard for me to look at her in the eyes. I remembered her telling me “Your hands look good for a guitarist.” And I also remember Ashton holding up his scratched nearly bleeding ones in the air saying “Can’t do worse than mines I guess!” and she laughed, they started talking. At some point, security figured she had no pass and was not supposed to be here in the first place, they were talking about suing and she agreed to leave immediately but needed a picture taken first to show her bet was won. She was escorted out but managed to shove me a paper : “This is my number” she just said and she was gone. I didn’t even know her name. Ashton didn’t either, and when we changed into fresh clothes he started going on about how funny she was and how idiot he was for not asking her for her number. That’s when it clicked, I gave him the paper and said “She gave me this when she was being ushered out, must be for you.”

Every day I wonder what would have been if I had just kept the number. I could have pretended to believe it was for me.

“I know it’s not much…” Tiffany sounded sorry which snapped me out of my thoughts. I was standing idiotically at the doorstep and she was already in her shared flat. I entered and took in the scenery. The hallway way tiny but led to what seemed like a decent living-room with a terrible tapestry covering the walls. The furniture didn’t look out from a fashion magazine and was probably a bric-a-brac of things each of them had managed to get from their parents or related. I realized her words, she was thinking I was repulsed by the obvious simplicity of the place. When Jack and Ben moved out of our family house their places were made of scratches and giveaways, I was not brought up with a silver spoon for each dish.

“I think it’s really lovely.” I gently told her, my hands finding her waist. “You guys made it look really homey, I’m sure you’d do well in a decoration shop.” I added remembering her earlier talk.
“Oh my God really?” Her eyes were hopefull but she didn’t let me answer. “Thank you! Casey and Emily did help a bit, but I did most of it myself! And wait until you see my room, it’s really something!”
She moved to the fridge.
“Sooo let’s see what we got heeeeere. I can get you a beer, vodka…”
“A Vodka would be good.” I cut her before she could go on. A beer would not give me half the nerve I needed to find right now. She poured two. Maybe if she was just tipsy enough it would… How does Y/N say? Enhance the sensation. Or amplify it, something like that. Tiffany walked with our drinks and I followed her to her room. I had not been in a girl’s room in a long time. My girlfriend back in high school was probably the last. Probably the only one coming to think of it. The walls were covered in another strange tapestry but she had hung some photographs in so many corners that it was almost imperceptible. I could see her with some friends, with older persons whom must be her parents, with the presumed parents and other kids I decided were her siblings, making silly faces… The perfect triviality of her life was charming. She had straps hanging as well, most likely bracelets from parties, and flyers from special nights. Two garlands with flower-shaped lights gave her collage a soft glow. On her nightstand she lit a strange little lamp with a vintage look. Most her furniture was white, and most objects she seemed to own were flower-patterned. The floor was littered with many clothes and she pushed them under her bed quickly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to wear to your show and I didn’t have time after to put everything back…” She blushed, her mask of confidence slowly fading.
I had no idea what to do to make her more comfortable because I was already so ill-at-ease myself that I couldn’t take care of someone, so I just sat on her floor, hoping she would laugh it off. She did and showed me the bed instead. She was so confident when we talked, but now on her territory she seemed to have lost all her magic. I felt bad for thinking so but it was true. I liked her giggly assurance, where was it?

“Your room is cute.” I stated.
“I’m trying to make it look like a boudoir.” she explained
“A what?”
“A boudoir. It’s like, these rooms just for women, where they can put their make-up and stuff… Very 50’s, you know?”
A room for make-up… Sounded like a trailer. I gave her a confused look.
“I’ll show you some pictures, I post some of my inspiration on Instagram, and on my Tumblr, but mostly I look for ideas on Pinterest.”
I nodded.
“You know what else the boudoir used to be for?”
“No…?” I semi-asked, curious.
“It was a dressing-room, where women could undress…”
She slid the straps of her top and pushed it past her boobs. I was awestruck. This girl wanted me, she really wanted me. Even through her bra I could tell she had a lovely set of tits. I briefly wondered if they were bigger than Y/N’s but casted the parasite thought away. I gulped my vodka and winced at the burn in my throat. The wine from the restaurant and that should be enough. I came closer to kiss her as she pressed her chest against mine, making my heart swell. It’s odd how every person taste different, but right now the strongest taste I could detect was the alcohol. Her hands slid along my ribs and I took it as a cue to do the same : she shivered under my touch. I felt her quivering body and pulsing heart. I tried to unclasp her bra but all I could do was twist it again and again, making me wonder if it was possible to tangle it even more. I sighed in frustration : Y/N did that, she did it so that I didn’t have to worry about doing it.

“You can, erm, you can take your clothes off… If you want.” I mumbled, embarrassed.
“Oh, yeah yeah sure.” she nodded and the bra flew with no effort at all. I decided to focus on her boobs instead of my humiliation. They looked heavy, her skin pale making the aureole stand out. I placed my hands on them and kissed the path in between. She answered positively in long sighs, meaning I wasn’t doing that bad, but there was something I couldn’t manage right now, it was to get hard. My hands wandered to her core but she tensed at my approach. Shit shit shit am I doing this ok? I kissed my way down to her hips and pushed her into a seating position on the bed, kneeling in front of her. I opened her thighs and kissed her more, my lips greeting her entrance. She was fully shaved, and I thought it was both hot and odd. I couldn’t really make up my mind so instead I just dipped my tongue in her heat, making her squirm and squeal. But she stopped me sooner than I thought she would, forcing us to stand again. Maybe she didn’t like it? Maye I actually sucked at this?
She was fully naked and I fully clothed, I must have done something wrong at some point… Reluctantly I peeled my t-shirt off my back, praying that she wouldn’t be too disappointed. I felt the arousal in her eyes and unbuttoned my pants but kept my boxers on, hoping that would hide my inability a little longer. I was not moving and we stood face to face. Thanks God she decided to come closer.

“That was so fucking hot… I can’t wait to see how-” she muttered and her hand went to grab what she hoped was hard. Unfortunately it still wasn’t. I could tell she was worried, and if I could get hard right now just to erase her embarrassment I would…
“Don’t worry ok? I’m just-erm- very tired. From the show. Yeah. Sometimes it takes a moment.” I babbled with whatever lie could come to my mind.
She smiled and got down on her knees, then started methodically covering my cock in slime. I was looking down, waiting for a miracle. Fuck fuck fuck what the hell was wrong with me?
Her tongue glided on my length, her fingers massaged my sacks, her eyes were in mines widely opened and she was making a whole lot of noises. She poked the inside of her cheek with my length… Tiffany was pouting in defeat at the sight of my still limp cock.
“Sorry, really I’m so sorry this- this never happened before I- just gimme a sec ok?” I contradict my clever lie.
I helped her up, closed my eyes and kissed her, all tongue and slime, and did the unacceptable thing I knew would get me wood-hard in a matter of seconds. I pictured Y/N. Y/N in this terribly indecent Agent Provocateur bikini, Y/N sucking on my cock, Y/N handing me her panties, Y/N begging me to jizz on her tits, screaming my name and moaning, digging her nails in my flesh and cumming again and again.
“Awww see I knew I could help you get in shape!” Tiffany shot me a triumphant smile.

She fished out a foil and horror stroke me. I had no fucking clue how to put this on. Y/N had insisted on us not using some and since my knowledge is mostly based on porn I never had a chance to learn that part. I cautiously opened it, trying not to look like a complete dumb, extracting the small piece of latex. That’s when the best idea ever hit me.
“Why don’t you show me what you can do babe?” I asked as cocky as I could manage, handing her the demonic thing. Damn my fingers smelled awful, I knew what Y/N meant when she said she hated the smell of it.
She seemed a bit taken aback but granted my wish, though she did it with her hand and not with her mouth like I wish she had. She pumped my hard-on a little then fell on the bed, laying, her legs slightly opened.
Now I just had to hide how inexperienced I was, I thought.
But it was harder than I thought, Tiffany was there waiting for me to do something and I was unable to guess what. Damn I’m pretty sure she had had more partners than me –which wasn’t hard- so why wasn’t she more demanding, more active in this? Maybe she’s thinking I’m an idiot, that she didn’t get what she was hoping for.
“Do me Luke.” She slurred shimming her body.
I positioned myself between her legs and lined up my cock to her entrance, pushing the tip in slowly. She let out a loud cry and threw her head back.
“Are you ok?” I immediately worried.
“Yeah yeah I can’t believe it, that’s it.”
I tried not to dwell on her words for too long. Seems like I was, once against, no more than Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer. She didn’t know much about me, I had no idea if she found me funny, or gentle, original… To be fair I didn’t know much about her either. Our date had consisted on her asking me celebrity-related stuff and me answering. I was glad because I wouldn’t have known what to say otherwise. I just kept thrusting and thrusting. It felt good, definitely. The more I thrusted the better it was. I kissed her neck, inhaled her smell. She kept moaning in quick high squeals, I could distinguish my name from time to time.
“You are amazing.” She growled, delirious.
“Say it again.”
“You’re amaaaazing Luke!”
I came. In a condom for the first time ever. I exited her quickly, messily disposed of the thing and put my boxers back on before she could see my flaccid dick again. She was pulling the covers when I jumped back on the bed, crawling between her legs.

“Oh I’m not done with you.” I smiled at her, a bit euphoric from my orgasm. With that I licked two fingers and shoved them directly into her pussy. I was rewarded with a loud yell of my name and I felt powerful. I pushed in and out, almost slipping fully out of her with each move.
“Are you enjoying my fingers?”
“Hell yeah, oh God!”
I wanted to make this good for her but I was afraid I would not be able to find the clit without Y/N’s help… A stare at Tiffany’s naked body convinced me it was worth the try and my mouth attacked her core. Slowly, slowly, very slowly…
There. Right there. I felt incredibly skilled for a moment and mercilessly licked the bud, pulled it, my fingers never stopping their dance.
“HOLYSHIT I’M CUMMING OOOOH GOD!” She screamed, so loud it filled every corner of my mind, her voice cracking in pants.

She was breathing unevenly.
“Oh my God… I can’t believe it. It feels like I’m dreaming.” She sighed. “Are you staying?” she laced her hand in my hair, in a very sweet gesture.
“I wish but I can’t, my team will worry you know…” I explained.
“Oh, alright, I understand.” She was disappointed but it was true, I had gone to take her home and was supposed to be back at our hotel, plus we had plans tomorrow…
“Can I maybe use the bathroom before I go?” I timidly asked her.
“Of course go ahead, it’s the first door in the hall.”

I grabbed my stuff and retreated to where she had indicated. I locked the door and tried to recollect my thoughts. I had cum. Not thinking about Y/N. The feeling was almost new, she was the muse of my wanks since so long… And though I couldn’t get her out of my head at first, to the point of not getting hard, in the end I had reached a peak without even registering her existence. This orgasm belonged to Tiffany, not Y/N. I fished for my phone so I could see how late it was, also a bit curious about how long this had lasted. I touched the middle button to find Y/N’s name and a message :

Where the fuck are you?

 Author’s finale note : If you don’t message me I’ll be sad, if I’m sad I’ll write less, and then I’ll eat too much so I’ll be fat so I’ll need to go to the gym more so I’ll write less. You got my point haha :D

anonymous asked:

any chance for more in the sterek domestic series? Maybe with the kids a bit older (like Gil dealing with being a teen or something) idk I'm obsessed with the series

Hello! I’m so glad you like the domestic series so much!! :3

Yes, I’d love to keep writing in that universe. I haven’t thought much about writing one with Gil as a teen, but OMG I AM SO INTO THAT NOW.

Can you imagine, he’s 16, playing baseball and lacrosse (bc I always imagined him being super athletic and much more into sports than his siblings. He’s the one who really gets into baseball, much to Derek’s delight). He’s trained in self-defense, and like all the human cubs in the Pack, Allison and Chris have trained him with hunter training, so he can defend himself and be strong if faced with something supernatural. So he can match his siblings and cousins if he has to, and he’s totally not afraid to use some wolfsbane. It’s not cheating if the wolves don’t mind using their claws and wolf-strength with the humans.

Maybe Gil has a crush on a boy in his history class, and he’s really shy and quiet, so he’s not quite sure how to approach him. Patrick is zero help bc he’s terrible with girls, and the only reason he has a girlfriend now is bc he met her at that Alpha conference he went to with Derek. (Patrick would be 24! Omg he’d be an adult and out of college!) Evie’s had two serious boyfriends, and the one she’s with now is like The One, but she hasn’t had a lot of experience either. Nick was totally the one who dated around in high school, and Ryan and Emily had their fair share too, so Gil asks them for tips when they have Pack get togethers.

Everyone is off at college or lives on their own (Evie’s in her senior year at college, and Patrick is working on his masters, though he’s home a lot because he works alongside Derek now dealing with Pack business as the Alpha-in-Training), so it’s just the last kids left, Gil and Lily, because Nina just started her freshman year at the same college the rest of the Pack kids went to. Gil and Lily work afterschool with Stiles at the shop, and Gil thinks maybe after college he could start working for Stiles and help him expand the business. Emily already helps him manage all the website orders. Maybe the three of them could expand the business and serve more of the supernatural community.

Gil, Derek, and Stiles watch baseball in the evenings during baseball season, and though Gil is the only one still at home, they still have family dinners most nights. The sheriff, of course, comes over multiple times throughout the week, and he and Gil like to play cards while listening to music. Gil likes spending time with his grandfather, and when Derek and Stiles disappear upstairs while they’re playing cards, he’s thankful he doesn’t have wolf senses.

The house seems empty sometimes without Patrick and Evie around, and Gil doesn’t have to be a werewolf to see that Derek gets sad and still hasn’t adjusted. He overhears Stiles assuring Derek that the kids are okay and he doesn’t need to panic, and sometimes when he’s up late playing video games, he’ll hear Derek wake up from nightmares. He doesn’t really understand how his dad could be as old as he is and still have nightmares about things that happened when he was Gil’s age. They’ve told Gil about the fire, about Kate, about the bad things that happened to his Dad back before he knew his other dad, or what happened right around the time his dads met when Uncle Scott got bitten. Gil doesn’t understand why his dad still gets upset because things are good with them now. The Pack is big and thriving. If Gil’s honest, things are boring and nothing ever happens to them. His life is just like everyone else’s, except his brother, sister, and dad can turn into wolves. Big whoop. This kid in his class’s dad used to be a football player in the NFL. How cool is that???

Gil has one friend outside of the Pack, his best friend named Landon. They’re both on the lacrosse team, and Landon doesn’t make fun of Gil for his glasses like some of the other kids do, or give him a hard time because he’s the shy, weird kid with the really weird family. Even though it happened like a zillion years ago, people still talk about the Hale fire, and they sometimes ask him questions about it. Landon usually threatens to kick those ppl’s ass because how could Gil know anything? It happened like ages ago, years before Gil was born, so how would he know anything? And Landon doesn’t think it’s weird that Gil lives in a big house in the middle of the woods away from everything with two dads. He thinks it’s awesome, especially when Derek and Stiles take them on camping trips deep in the mountains where ppl don’t usually go camping.

…so yeah, i totally got carried away with this XD I’m creating all sorts of Gil headcanons lolol I should just start writing short fics about the family set all through the years :DDD Thanks, anon! You got my brain swimming with domestic ideas.

My Angel (Part 1)

Prompt: Based off of Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

Word count: 1,428

Authors note: This is my first one shot hope it is okay.

Readers POV:

15 years ago to present

After you found out that you were pregnant with your first child you and Dean quit hunting and started to settle down. You moved to Dean’s home town Lawrence, Kansas and quickly tried to find a house. House hunting was not going well and just as you were about to give up you found the house of your dreams. When you first saw the house with Dean it was worn down, it looked like it had been through a war but you instantly fell in love with it just the same. That was one of the many things he loved about you, you never need anything fancy to be happy. You told him that it just needed some love and care to look new again, and you were right. You bought the house with what little money you had and after 6 long months of work mostly by Dean the house was perfect. As much as you would try to help him he would never let you because of your growing belly. Even before the baby was born he was protecting it as best as he could.

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anonymous asked:

bellarke + 3 for the gif thing

no more of these please

It had been at least two hours, and Clarke was seriously starting to suspect that Raven had meant it when she said she wasn’t coming back until they had resolved their differences.

She wondered if she could chew off her own hand to escape from the cuffs faster than she could ever find any common ground with Bellamy Blake.

A tug on her wrist reminded her that yes, she was sitting on the ground on the outskirts of her best friend’s 20th birthday party, and yes, she was handcuffed to Bellamy because “they ruined everything with their constant bickering and it’s either this or I’ll fucking kill you both” in the words of the ever ladylike Raven Reyes.

Clarke easily would’ve chosen death.

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