other than damon and his stupid face and other body parts

Nothing's good in love, war, and.... Sibling hood?

Salvatore sister imagine

When life goes wrong what do normal people do? Do they cry? Try and find the normal that makes life better? Well you weren’t normal. When life got scary most of the time you packed your bags and ran,but this time it wasn’t an option. You had to much to loose. For someone who hadn’t seen her family for over 20 years and being someone who just got them back leaving wasn’t an option when your brothers were in the mix. Stefan and Damon Salvatore always doomed to repeat the past no matter how much, you, their sister y/n salvatore tried to prevent the inevitable. So when the news of Klaus drifted through mystic falls and sent a small shiver down your spine and no matter how much you disliked the doppelganger you stayed. Family meant something to you even if you had left your brothers high and dry after finding out something you didn’t like. Family was a bond you would never break even if your brothers seemed to break it every chance they got. Damon and you were only two years apart and being only a little younger he definitely was your favorite brother although at times you chose Stefan’s side most of the time you and Damon had the same mind set on things. Which is how you ended up in the boarding house while Elena sat curled up on the chair in the parlor room crying like a baby with Stefan comforting her. She jumped to her feet has soon as she saw Damon and you enter. Her face scrunched in anger and you laughed. Stefan gave you a disapproving look but you didn’t care.
“Where is she! Where is she Damon?”
“Stefan will you calm your girlfriend down please?”
“No you don’t get to do that. You knew didn’t you.”
“I know a lot of things Elena you’re going to have to be more specific.”
Damon smirked at your answer and you saw Elena grow even angrier and you knew if she did something that you didn’t like you would snap.
“You knew that if Bonnie used to much power it would kill her.”
“Yes I knew.”
Elena raised her palm like she was going to hit Damon but I death gripped her wrist and listened has her heart jumped a few beats out of fear.
“Listen here doppelious just becuase my brothers like you doesn’t mean I have to. Bonnie had to die. Klaus had to think she died it had to be believable.”
“What are you saying?”
“Bonnie cast a spell she is alive.”
A smile stretched on her face but you stopped her from leaving just yet.
“Do not try and hit either of my brothers again, got it?”
She nodded and scurried away from you slightly. You couldn’t stand the doppelgangers that got in the way of your siblings. No matter if Elena wasn’t as manipulative she was still driving a wedge and that wedge had extended to you. Bonnie and Elena were Skyping and after that finished she said her apologies to damon. Oh love what a waste it has always been. When Elena left your brothers came down stairs and looked at you drinking your bourbon on the couch.
“You can’t do that y/n.”
Asking the silent question with your eyes at Stefan’s statement he answered you.
“You scared Elena half to death.”
“Does it look like I care Stefan? The both of you can worship the ground she walks on but I won’t.”
“What are you jealous? Not getting as much attention as you did back when were human are you sister?”
Damon had said it and that was something you couldn’t believe. Damon was your best friend growing up. The only person you ever really trusted. The only person that ever really mattered to you after what Stefan did. The heat of the fireplace was staring to get to your eyes has you stared at it watching the flames dance something unfamiliar and uninviting.
“Is she all either of you think about? Am I not allowed to have an opinion of my own?”
“Of course you are y/n b-”
“Good great then here is my opinion. I hate both of them Elena and Katherine. Elena might not be as manipulative and slutty has Katherine but it’s the same end result you guys are fighting! We haven’t had a decent moment since we were human and honestly this ‘family’ makes me sick. I know about how you guys told Katherine you didn’t want me turned into a vampire. What didn’t want me tagging along and ruining your plans? I’m sick and tired of the blows and the hate and I’m tired of never being able to say what I think or how I feel. But most of all I’m tired of the fact that girlfriends seem to mean more to the both of you than family ever will.” ​
The words felt bitter and so did the bourbon you were drinking.
“Yup I was right your jealous. Poor y/n she isn’t as important as Elena she is going to through some hissy fit. Well stop it’s not attractive on a women your age.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m done.”
Done with trying to make your family work. Done with feeling like you had to go along with what your brothers wanted from you and never want anything for yourself. You were done with not feeling like part of a family. You were done with Damon’s insults. You were done with Stefan’s constant judgement and disapproving. Most of all you were done with how pathetic you were being. They never listened to you and they hadn’t in awhile so what’s the point? The glass made a loud sound over the drowning silence In the Salvatore house. The house of a broken family. Stefan and Damon didn’t think you were being serious I mean come on. This was there sister. The girl who always fixed there messes. The one who always stopped every fight. The one who stepped in on even the hint of danger. The girl who fights for there family every chance she got. No way she was done. Her brothers watched her leave to her bedroom that was next to Damon’s and two down from Stefan’s and the door shut loudly. Both of them lost in there own thoughts. Both thinking everything will be okay tomorrow.


But it wasn’t. Klaus had revealed his true face. The sacrifice was really going to happen. So of course they went straight to the boarding house figuring out plans.
“Y/n! Y/n! Where are you?”
Stefan shrugged almost as if to say guess she isn’t home and him and Damon carried on with there plans. Which happened to fall through like always. Elijah had been undaggered by Elena and been invited inside. Damon was pissed that was an understatement. It had been two days since their sisters little speech and no one had seen her since. That was until she causally walked downstairs as all of them and the original discussed there plan to take down Klaus.
“Hello Elijah.”
The original kissed my sister’s hand has a sign of greeting and she smiled but rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t think you were here.”
A teasing smile painted your lips as you ignored the other three in the room.
“Where have you been? Stefan and I have been trying to tell you about Klaus!”
“I already know. I’ve been In my room the while time Damon.”
Her brothers face held surprise. You never called Damon by his full name always the nickname you gave him as a child.
“If you’ve been here the whole time then why didn’t you I don’t know help!”
“I told you I was done. I was not lying.”
“Are you talking about the spat we had? It’s cool we are over it.”
“Uh good for you Stefan way to forgive and forget. I on the other hand don’t forget anything and haven’t really seen any signs that either of you deserve my forgiveness.”
“I heard about your guys fight. It doesn’t seem like Stefan and Damon are in the wrong here.”
“Of course you’d say that. Don’t you think your opinion is a little biased though? You are in love with them both after all.”
Despite the fact you said you were done with your brothers. You still loved them so you couldn’t exactly act out the images of Elena’s dead body that entered your mind. Both brothers did not quite understand how hurt their sister really was. How the pain of never feeling like part of the family anymore had always struck a cord. Never feeling like she even had a family to go to was even worse. You left the house and sat at your old crumpled down house you use to play football by with your brothers. The brothers you no longer had. Everything was different and you hated it. Sobs racked your body and they were almost causing you physical pain and it was so loud you didn’t hear the footsteps coming your way.
“Are you okay, love?”
Startled a bit you looked up and your eyes met the face of an attractive man with curly blonde hair and blue eyes.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fine.”
His accent gave him away and you knew who he was, but at this point you didn’t care.
“My brothers…
You trailed off slightly
“My brothers and I have got into a fight.”
“Do you want to tell me about it? I assure you the fight can’t be any worse than me and my siblings.”
You laughed at that but only a small one.
“All my life they were my best friends. They were everything to me. We were inseparable. I tried so hard to keep it that way, but both of them just keep letting girls get in the way and then they start fighting. So of course I’m there to stop the fighting. Yet them fighting because of being in love with one stupid girl causes me to get angry but I’m not allowed to get angry. I’m not allowed to be mad at this girl for tearing my family apart. I’m not allowed to feel like my brothers don’t love me anymore. I’m not allowed to feel lonely!”
Apartly you weren’t a lot of things these days.
“I’m Klaus.”
“I know. I knew who you were the second you spoke. The accent gives it aways. I’m y/n salvatore. I’m sure you’ve heard of my brothers.”

You and Me (Ch. 1)

Summary: Nothing could ever make Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich stop loving each other, literally nothing. (How I would’ve like 7x10 and 7x11 to go, plus more)

Word Count: 2100


It’s been a year since Ian has seen Mickey. He finds it to be too hard to visit him in prison. Being able to see each other, but not touch is too much to handle. Because of this hardship, they send monthly letters and Ian always sends money to be put into the con’s commissary so he never runs out of Marlboro’s, which is a nice system.

Mickey and Ian know they aren’t going to be able to last eight years being abstinent, so they agree that it is okay to be with other people in this time. Unsurprisingly though, Mickey is an overprotective ass so he needs constant reassurance that Ian will be there for him when he gets released.

I’m probably going to beat the shit out of whatever guy you’re fucking when I get out. Promise you’ll be waiting for me? Miss and love you.

Mickey, you still have six years in there, which means I probably won’t even remember the name of this guy by then. But obviously I promise, Mick. You and me, right? Miss and love you too.

Though there are times of frustration, they know they are in this life together for the long haul. Nothing could possibly keep these two apart.

* * *

Ian was walking on his way to work when a mysterious man bumped into him and dropped an old flip phone. After cursing the man out for running into him, the phone began to ring. Curiously, Ian answered. “Miss me?” Mickey’s voice melted Ian’s heart.

“Mickey,” he smiled. “Where are you?”

After hearing Mickey’s instructions of meeting him at their old high school around twelve o’clock, he went to work and impatiently waited for noon to creep around. When he saw the clock reach 11:45, he acted sick so he could sneak out and find the love of his life.

Once he arrived, he searched for Mickey, but couldn’t find him. After walking to the back of the school, it clicked. He knew Mickey would be waiting for him under the school bleachers. He runs to the track so he can peek under them.

Suddenly he sees the escapee, and everything freezes. They stare at each other lovingly for what feels like an eternity. Mickey’s hair has grown longer than Ian’s ever seen, but it looks fucking hot. He got noticeably stronger as well.

Mickey then motions for him to come back there with him. Ian obliges and pulls the shorter man into a kiss once he knows they’re close enough. When they separate though, Ian pushes him. “Are you fucking stupid? Do you know how risky it is to escape federal prison!”

Mickey pushes him back, and they nearly fight until their eyes meet each other. The look is full of love, lust, and longing. Finally Mickey backs away. “You like the high school bleachers? Our spot, man,” he smiles and grabs the beer he has which is covered in a paper bag.

Ian laughs. He takes the beer out of Mickey’s hand and takes a swig of it. “Hey! You’re on Lithium, Gallagher. You get drunk off of one beer, remember?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ian laughs. Mickey’s so overprotective, and it’ll never change, which is something Ian has grown to love. “It’s one sip,” he hands it back.

Mickey rolls his eyes with a grin. He looks the taller man from head to toe, studying every area of his body. “You went all official on me.”

“EMT, which you know.” He stares at the older man. “I came from work.” Mickey hums in an approving way to show that he’s proud of his boyfriend. “You look good.”

Mickey chuckles. “Not much else to do in there but work out.”

They sit silently for a while and breathe in each others presence. “So what now?” Ian’s heart is thumping.

“Layin’ low with my cellmate Damon,” Mickey points to the man standing next to the van. “Mexican-banger-hitman-motherfucker,” he flips his friend off jokingly.

Ian nods. His mind is going a mile a minute. Happiness is radiating through since he is standing here with Mickey Milkovich, but fear is also running through his veins. There is no way he wants anything happening to Mickey that could wind him back up in jail– which would mean even more time apart.

Mickey swallows as if he’s preparing to say something important. “Look, I’m, uhhh,” he stutters. “I’m gettin’ some new ID’s, some cash, and heading to Mexico.” He studies Ian’s surprised facial expression. “Well until everything is sorted out and I could come back to the states.”

“Wow,” is all Ian could say.

“You should come,” Mickey inches himself closer to the redhead.

Ian laughs in disbelief. “Come with you to Mexico? Mickey, I love you, but how the fuck am I gonna pull that off?”

“You’re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do?” He grabs his boyfriend by the coat. “Hm? What can I do.” Their bodies are so close they can feel each other’s heart beats.

Ian breathes in as Mickey places a hand on his cheek. “Think about it.” He puts their foreheads together. Mickey slowly places his lips on Ian’s and they share a long, soft, and affectionate kiss. “You and me,” Mickey reminds the younger man. “Either way we’ll wind up together.”

Ian swallows hardly. “Fuck, Mick. You and me.” He kisses him again.

“I love you,” Mickey whispers so quietly  that Ian can barely hear it. Then he backs away and starts heading towards the van.

Ian watches him walk before speaking. “How am I gonna find you?” Ian calls out.

“Look up,” Mickey says, and Ian does. The redhead finds a flip phone stuck in between the bleachers. He grabs it and smiles, then watches as Mickey drives off to God knows where.

Running away with Mickey sounds like a damn great idea, but he has a family he needs to take care of. Lip’s an alcoholic, Fiona suddenly prioritizes her business ideas more than her family, Debbie has a baby, Carl’s in military school, and Liam is in kindergarten. On top of all of that, he has Frank and Monica to worry about. He has a lot to think about.

* * *

The cellphone Mickey left for Ian begins to ring around midnight. “Mick,” Ian answers.

“Aye, Firecrotch. Meet me under the old docks by rusty bridge at the lake in a half hour.”

“Alright,” Ian says hesitantly. He’s nervous that Mickey’s going to tell him he’s leaving for Mexico tonight.

Since it’s a twenty minute walk there, he walks down the stairs to talk to Fiona. He doesn’t want to tell her flat out that he knows where Mickey is, but he wants to talk about him with someone. Fortunately everyone in the family knows how much Ian and Mickey love each other.

Once he got down the stairs, he sister was waking up. “Hey, Ian,” she said foggily.

“Hey, Fi,” he smiles.

She looks at him and sees the tenseness in his body. “What’s up? Everything okay between you and Trev?”

Fuck. He forgot about his latest fuckbuddy. “Ummm, yeah, whatever,” he shakes it off. “So you hear how Mickey got out?”

“You mean escaped? He has half the Chicago Police Department looking for him,” she scoffs. The older sister notices the pained look on his face, and frowns. “What’s that look for?”

“I don’t want him to get caught. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if he got sent back to jail for even longer.” He hid the emotion from his face.

She studied her brother. Confusion waved over her, despite knowing how things were between Ian and Mickey. It was love–real love– that nothing could interfere with. Fiona often wishes that her and Jimmy shared that same kind of sickening love, but she guesses the breakup was for the better.

The eldest Gallagher placed her hand on her brother’s knee. “You did great without him these past few years,” she tries to say positively.

He shakes his head. “I was fucking dying without him, Fiona. I felt like I was missing a part of me, as cliché as that sounds.”

“You’ve had boyfriend’s though,” she says more as a question. “I know you love him, but weren’t things becoming easier?”

He chuckles. “They’re nice guys and easy fucks– never boyfriend’s though, Mickey’s my boyfriend,” he says straight out and ignores his sister gagging noise which was caused by the mention of his sex life. “I can’t get him out of my head.”

She smiles. Though it’s a fucked up situation, she’s glad her brother has a love this strong. Not many people ever find love in the Southside. “What are you going to do? Find him? Wait for him to find you?”

He stares down at the flip phone. “No clue,” he responds. “It’s me and him though. He’s my endgame, ya know?”

Her eyes widen. Every she hears him talk about this boy, he seems so sure that their going to end up together. “How are you so sure? I’m not doubting it, just how do you know?”

“Feel it,” he smiles. “Fiona, I’ve loved him since I was fifteen years old.”

“Fucking nuts,” she says in amazement.

Ian chuckles. “We got lucky being able to find something so deep in a fucked up town like this one. Really fucking lucky.”

* * *

Ian is almost near the dock as his heart begins to pound and his hands begin to sweat. It’s crazy how he could still get butterflies in his stomach over someone he’s been with for so many years. He took a drag of his cigarette as he texting Mickey to let him know he was there.

A few moments later, he saw the dark haired man walk up the stairs from the lake. Ian immediately threw his cigarette on the ground and began walking forward. “Knew you’d come.” When he got closer her repeated himself then said, “C’mere,” grabbing his face and pulling him into a hard kiss.They held each other close and kissed for a long time. They cradled each other’s faces and moaned into each other’s mouths. They’ve missed times like these. They missed feeling each other’s tight embrace.

Out of nowhere, Ian pushed away. “What the fuck?” Mickey looks at him in confusion.

“How long ‘til you would be able to come back here to the states? I have a fucking family to worry about, Mick. I can’t be without you though. I just– fuck!” Ian paces back and forth.

In this moment, Mickey doesn’t care about any of that. All he cares about is taking advantage of this time with Ian. “Stop,” he cuts off Ian from speaking anymore and walks forward so he can kiss him even harder than he did before.

The lust factor is rapidly increasing. It’s been so long without each other’s touch. They needed to feel each other, and take everything in. Mickey could last a lifetime in moments like these, so could Ian, but Ian has a lot on his mind at the moment as well.

Ian pushes away a second time. “Fuck!” He grabs his love’s face and stared into his eyes deeply before turning away. “Do you know how much you risked by doing this, Mick! What if you get caught? Huh? What am I gonna do?”

Mickey doesn’t respond right away. He thinks first. “It’s just you and me right now, baby,” Mickey assures softly, knowing that those few words mean the world to him. Ian propels himself at his longtime boyfriend. After a lot of heated kissing, they start the undress themselves.

As Mickey goes for Ian’s belt he looks up and says, “Tell me goodbye,” which causes Ian to push Mickey back into the railing that they were leaning on.He’s always been a cocky and sarcastic son of a bitch, Ian thinks to himself. “What?” Mickey whispers. Ian connects their lips again.

When Mickey turns around for Ian, Ian pauses and takes in the side and back view of his boyfriend. He takes his hand and moves the longer hair from the side of Mickey’s face. Once he’s taken the beautiful sight in, he begins placing soft kisses along his neck and cheek. Mickey’s skin against Ian’s lips has never felt so good for either of them.

Mickey is whispering profanities under his shaky breath as he feels Ian touching him. Ian grabbed Mickey’s hand with his own and squeezed it tightly. Sloppy kisses were placed all over. Everything was so intense. They don’t fuck this time, they make love.

The One Where CH2

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The One Where

Chapter 2 – The One Where They Keep It A Secret

“Trust me, if Damon knew you were here, he would not have just left without a word.” Stefan answered. If Damon knew, he would have definitely commentated on it, or even worse he would have took the cover off them to show their completely nude bodies.

Caroline sighed in relief, she did not need Damon of all people to know what happened last night. She wasn’t even sure what happened, one moment they were laughing together, singing and dancing, and then the next moment they were all over each other.

Stefan felt thoroughly content despite the fuzziness in his head after last nights overindulgence of alcohol. He may have been drunk but he remembered every single moment, and he was sure he would never forget last night. The way she moaned and writhed against him, how it felt to be surrounded by her as they both reached completion. It had been amazing.

“So…” Caroline stared down at the blanket, her cheeks aflame as she recalled every single image from last night.

“So…” Stefan grinned at the visible red on her cheeks. Caroline looked absolutely adorable right now, and he had the overwhelming desire to pull her to him and continue where they left off.

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A Dream

This came after seeing some conversations on tumblr, I’m late but this is my ideal crossover for TVD/TO for 25 Days of Klaroline.  Dedicated to @gooddame.  Originally I was going to drop this in her inbox, but then it got long so here it is.  This is the first drabble that got me writing again so I’m sorry if it’s a little rough.  


After months of searching and days on the boat locating the coffin, Caroline was more than ready to open the lid, not willing to completely believe that it held the what she was looking for until she saw him with her own eyes.  Dismissing the group of minions who’d helped her, Caroline wrenched the rusted chains off and flung the lid to the side.

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