whoa friend this is my sister

anonymous asked:

Hey so i read one of your works on Ao3 and it was super adorable and i loved it, it was about stiles and derek sharing a broom closet of an apartment in nyc and cuddling thier way through their issues with eachother and then you wrote a hashtag epilogue, and i can't stop thinking about how much i wanted the epilogue to be another story so i figured i'd ask, my names scarletwaters on Ao3, ok bye and thank you if you decide to write it :)

little spoon

I had given absolutely ZERO thought to writing a sequel to this, and then I read your message and the ideas started flooding in. Go figure.

also on ao3


Being Derek’s boyfriend goes surprisingly well for a whole year. They move out of the tiny “apartment” into a slightly less tiny apartment. They continue to spoon; they become spooning masters; they are the gods of spooning. Stiles gets the best sleep of his life, and so does Derek. The non-sleeping aspect of the whole dating thing takes a bit more time to iron out, sure, but they get there. Slowly but surely, they figure out how to hold hands on the couch while watching Netflix without getting weird about it. They figure out, to their mutual relief, that endearments weird them both out, but there are other little things they both like even if they’d never admit it on pain of death, such as forehead kisses. They figure out how to do the whole shower sex thing without serious injury. Stiles also finds out Derek is awesome at cooking, when he can be assed to do it. Stiles figures out a lot of very creative ways to motivate him.  

All in all, awesome.

Then…. well, then It happens.

It’s been about a year and three months when, one day, Stiles happens to see Derek coming out of a jewelry store.

He wasn’t following Derek or anything, he wants the record to be very clear on that; it’s just, they were going to meet up at the Chinese restaurant on the corner for dinner, and Stiles got there early. Usually Stiles doesn’t arrive early anywhere ever, but this time one of his classes got canceled at the last minute and he suddenly had all this spare time, and so he went ahead and snagged them a table at the restaurant.

That’s where he is when it happens, just people-watching out the window and contemplatively sipping his oolong. That’s when the door to the jewelry store across the street opens and Derek comes out, head down, busy tucking a suspicious little black box into his inner jacket pocket, and Stiles spits out his tea all over the table because what the fuck.

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  • ❝  That barely covered vagina of yours deserves better than that. ❞
  • ❝  I appreciate your anger. ❞
  • ❝  Your chief complaint is not that I screwed someone; it is who I screwed. That’s what it’s about, right? ❞
  • ❝  Your issue with us is purely driven by a societal insecurity, not to mention a culturally infused female competition. My heart goes out to you ladies. ❞
  • ❝  My therapist suggested I attend a twelve step program, for recovery from a love addiction and romantic obsession… ❞
  • ❝  I cheated on you. ❞
  • ❝  You’re not an addict. You’re just a whore. ❞
  • ❝  I did let someone put a protein bar up my ass once. ❞
  • ❝  I will straight up murder you if you do not sign this immediately. ❞
  • ❝  I love kids. Kids love me. I basically am a kid. ❞
  • ❝  But I would still choose you. Possibly because you’re uninterested. Most likely because you’re stunning and successful. ❞
  • ❝  Sexual anorexia. It’s like depriving yourself of sex because of low self-esteem, or abuse or other gnarly shit. ❞
  • ❝  I’m telling you, someone’s gonna murder us if you keep screaming. ❞
  • ❝  Was this supposed to be a date? Oh shit, it was… Oh hell. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry, I’m a dick. ❞
  • ❝  You’re a catch! It’s true. You know, I’m serious. You’ve got a strong vocabulary. You look dynamite in a tank top. ❞
  • ❝  You know, little girls are told someday they’ll find The One. What they don’t tell you guys is that The One might be a complete fucking dickhead with a boring heroin penis that turns you all into a sex addict. ❞
  • ❝  Some have suggested that I have a little bit of a problem staying faithful… for long periods of time… or possibly at all. ❞
  • ❝  Look, once I come to the realization that I’m with- the wrong girl, I don’t know how to end it. ❞
  • ❝  So you sabotage it by sleeping with other people. ❞
  • ❝  Then comes the big old rigmarole of like ‘you’re afraid to commit’ and it’s like 'no, I just don’t want to commit to you.’ But I can’t say that, because that’s like mean on top of mean… So instead I’d rather just say something like: 'I fucked your sister.' ❞
  • ❝  Whoa, since when are you a porn star with killer grammar? ❞
  • ❝  Look, she’s my best friend and I would say by circumstance and certainly duration, you would be my next best friend. ❞
  • ❝  It is a cascading shit storm that is your creation. ❞
  • ❝  A tremendous amount of Malcolm Gladwellian logic jumps. ❞ 
  • ❝  We’ll you’ve spent ten thousand hours fucking my life up. ❞
  • ❝  Dude get the fuck out of here, I got it. ❞
  • ❝  I appreciate your concern, Superman! Fly away. ❞
  • ❝  Baby. Just breathe will you. Okay? Will you? Here, come on, sit down. You’re gonna be okay. It’s alright, you just got to breathe. Please. Okay? Yeah. There you go. ___ , this is just fear. ❞
  • ❝  You take this risk when you start sleeping with people. You know, you risk losing them. So for me, I’ve never slept with someone I wasn’t willing to lose. Except one time. ❞
  • ❝  And it kills me that you’re probably gonna go to ___. And it kills me that I can’t ask you to stay, because I have no right to, you know. ❞
  • ❝  Welcome to the hell scape that is my son’s birthday party. ❞
  • ❝  Dude… are you really using your kid to hit on my friend? ❞
  • ❝  First part false. Second part true. ❞
  • ❝  Do not gaslight me with SAT words and sliding scale morality. ❞
  • ❝  You want to tell me about it? ❞
  • ❝  You never told him to make a choice, you know. ❞
  • ❝  Are we in love with each other? ❞
  • ❝  I love you for free. ❞
  • ❝  Unfortunately I don’t sleep with men in relationships anymore. ❞
  • ❝  I stopped cheating anyway. ❞
  • ❝  We’re getting a chance to start over. ❞
  • ❝  Goodbye forever. ❞
  • ❝  Hey, did you know they don’t have a separate jail for cool people who fucked up? There’s just one big old jail for everyone. ❞
  • ❝  I sort of beat he shit out of him. Fucked up his life a little bit. ❞
  • ❝  I just really miss you. ❞
  • ❝  Yeah, I think about you like, all the time. Even the word “think” is wrong, because I don’t actively do anything. You’re just here. ❞
  • ❝  I’d rather fail with you, than win with anyone else. ❞
  • ❝  I love hearing you say my name. ❞
  • ❝  Okay honey, you’re on speaker phone in a police station. Be very careful what you say. ❞
The Pleasure Collection | 1. The Art of Seduction

Genre: Smut (kind of sub!yoongi)

Word Count: 6k

Summary: You finally see Yoongi after his six years of service in the navy and he’s so much more attractive than you remember. Now that you’re grown, you’re determined to make him yours.

A/N: For the sake of the story, some things have been excused (Yoongi probably wouldn’t have longish white hair in the navy, and in this story he’s not an officer because I wanted him to still be fairly young). Enjoy :)

Tagging: @dailydoseofdia@sydist​ @dimplecoups

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Everything is ready. The food is cooked, the decorations are hung, the Min family is over, and the guests of honor are on their way from the airport.

Everything is in place, but you are undeniably nervous.

You haven’t seen your brother in what feels like forever. Jaesun and his lifelong friend Min Yoongi have spent the last few years serving in the navy. The last time you had seen either of them was nearly six years ago. You are excited to see Jaesun, but you still feel awfully anxious.

And you know there’s only one reason why.

“Oh, I think I see the car!” Your mom grasps your hand a little tighter, looking down the street.

Following her gaze, you see your father’s blue car making its way down the hill to your parents’ house. “That’s them!” You turn to the Mins. “That’s them! Right there!”

Mrs. Min smiles, tears already welling up in her eyes. “I can’t believe it,” she mutters.

It seems like another eternity before the car finally pulls in front of the house. Jaesun climbs out first, a bright smile stretching across his face in contrast to his composed nature. The moment you see him, all of your anxiety fades to the background.

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Cat and Mouse

(gif not mine)

Pairing: Sam x Reader (with a little bit of everybody)

Summary: This is sort of a continuation of the request by @cupcakequeen1999 titled Savior, but you could totally read this on its own. 

A/N: I know I’m a terrible person and writer, this took so long to do because I had a massive writer’s block and I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but this is the closest thing I could do to your original ask, I really hope you like it! 

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Trevor’s Sister - Kian Lawley Imagine


‘Whoa, babe..’ Kian’s eyes widened as he entered his room where he found me standing in front of his mirror in just a swimsuit. ‘You look so fucking hot.’ He said wrapping his arms around my body and leaning his chin on my shoulder. 

‘Thanks babe.’ I smiled and kissed his cheek. 

Tonight, Kian and Jc invited Ricky, Sam, Connor, my little brother Trevor, Lia and me to a pool party. We figured, since we haven’t hung out all together in a really long time, that it would be so awesome to have some small party or something like that so Kian and Jc came up with the pool party idea at their place. 

‘Mmm, Kian..’ A small moan escaped my lips as he kissed down my neck nibbling on my skin. ‘Babe, stop, the guys are downstairs.’ I said stopping his hands which were about to start sliding down my panties. 

‘I just want you so badly.’ He said as I turned to him and kissed him putting my arms around his neck. 

‘You can have me, but not right now. My brother is here.’ I said. 

‘It’s not like he hasn’t already caught us when we were about to fuck.’ Kian smirked gripping my butt. 

‘Shut up.’ I chuckled and he kissed me again and right in that moment the door swung open. 

‘Oh my God, not again!’ Trevor screamed covering his eyes. 

‘Shut up you idiot,’ Kian said chuckling ‘We weren’t doing anything.’ 

‘Yeah, you weren’t doing anything the last time too, were you?’ Trevor mocked and I lightly punched his head as I got out of the room along with Kian. 

‘Let’s get into the pool!’ Sam yelled running outside. The guys ran after him and all of them jumped into the pool except Lia and I. We sat on the edge of the pool and put our legs in the water. 

‘Babe, get in the water.’ Kian said as he stood between my legs. 


‘Oh c’mon, it’s fun and I want to kiss you.’ He said. 

‘Then get out of the water if you-’ And then I was cut off by Kian pulling me into the pool. ‘Kian!’ He chuckled and pulled me to him. I wrapped my legs around his torso and he took us in one corner of the pool. 

‘You okay?’ He asked me ‘cause I was still coughing since I was pulled in unexpectedly. I nodded and he pressed his lips on mine. 

‘Aw, you guys are so cute.’ Lia said looking at us. 

‘Ugh, they’re gross.’ Trevor said as he swam up to where the three of us were. 

‘Fuck off, Trevor.’ Kian said. 

‘She’s my sister!’ 

‘And my girlfriend and you can’t change that even if you want to.’ Kian smirked. 

Then Ricky, Sam and Jc came and dragged Kian away from me as they started messing with each other and jumping into the pool. I sat again next to Lia. We started talking and laughing and then both, Lia and I, felt someone jump on us and pulls us with himself into the pool again.

‘Jc!’ We both screamed laughing. We started splashing each other and messing around and we were just having too much fun. 

‘Sam, you’re choking me!’ I said to Sam who was on my back and had his arms wrapped around my neck. 

‘Sam, leave my girl alone!’ Kian said jokingly. 

‘Or what, huh? What’re you gonna do? She’s not yours, she’s mine’ Sam said joking as well making me laugh. Kian took him and threw him under the water. 

It was getting late and we were still in the pool, but now everyone were a bit calmer. Kian and I were again in our corner inside the pool and in the other were Jc and Lia. 

‘Mmm..’ As Kian and I were making out, his hands travelled down my back to grab my butt. 

‘Babe..everyone’s here.’ I whispered as he grinded himself on me. 

‘Let’s take this to the bedroom, yeah?’ He said and I smiled and nodded. 

‘You guys really can’t keep your hands off of each other tonight, can you?’ Connor said smirking at us as Kian and I got out of the pool and he took my hand in his. 

‘How could I keep my hands to myself, I mean look at her.’ Kian said. 

‘Stoop.’ I blushed a little and hid my face behind his arm. He smiled and kissed my temple and then started leading us inside the house. 

‘Oh and, Trevor, I suggest you not to enter my room for a while.’ Kian said making everyone laugh. 

‘Oh my God..You guys are unbelievable.’ Trevor said. 

‘Yeah, no one wants you to be traumatized, Trevor.’ We heard Jc says and we chuckled. 

‘Now, where were we..’ Kian said as we entered his bedroom and he pressed me against the door. 


Rafinha’s Twin *Rafinha Alcántara imagine*


8 Months Ago

“Aye Y/N I’m going to go out to the store to buy something, one of my friends is gonna come over let him in alright?” Rafinha said 

I nodded giving him a mock slaute, “Just go on your merry way brother dearest” I said

Rafinha chuckled shaking his head before exiting the house, I flipped through the channels on the TV for a while before settling on a rerun of a telanovela. I got really into it before I knew it and was even getting emotional at the fact that the main character cheated on her fine ass man, like what the hell. 

I even got mad when the doorbell rang interrupting the best part. I groaned getting up, and going to the door, “What?”I asked opening it

The person chuckled giving a small smirk, “Hello to you too” He said 

I raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry I don’t want whatever it is you’re selling” I said trying to close the door only for him to place his foot in the spot. “Hold up girl I’m not here to sell something to you” He said chuckling

I opened the door, “Then what are you here for?” I asked getting impatient 

“Rafinha said his little sister would let me” He said

It took me a second to realize what he’d said, and I closed my eyes. Moving out of the way I let him in the house and he chuckled, “Wow I didn’t know those words would get me in so quick” He said chuckling

I chuckled, “Sorry I was watching this show and you came at a bad time” I said 

The guy nodded his head taking a seat on the chair, “So you’re Rafinha’s twin?”He asked

I nodded, “Yeah, and you’re his friend” I said stating the obvious

The guy chuckled, “His friend has a name” He said 

I raised an eyebrow, “So does his sister” 

He nodded, “True, so what is his sister’s name?” 

“Y/N” I said

He smiled, “Cute, Neymar” He said

“New” I said

Neymar chuckled, “So I give you cute and you say new?”

I nodded, “I don’t know anyone else with that name so it’s new to me” I said shrugging and getting up.


“Neymar I swear to god you’re going to get us caught” I said hitting his shoulder

Neymar chuckled placing his arm around my shoulders and leaning in, “And how am I going to do that?” He asked 

I placed my hand in the center of his face and pushed his head back, “By doing that” I said

He gave me a smile, “You know I personally don’t think Rafinha would have a problem with me dating you, so we should tell him” He said

I raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah?And what makes you think this?” I asked.

Neymar shrugged, “We’ve been friends forever, and you’re his twin why would he dislike it?Plus lying to family isn’t good”

I chuckled, “Exactly because I’m his twin sister dating his bestfriend, which is more the reason why we shouldn’t say anything” 

Neymar rolled his eyes and turned around in the chair as I got up going to the kitchen. “WHOA!” Neymar shouted

I stopped walking and turned towards him, “What?” I asked

“You’re just so beautiful I had to make you stop walking” He said smiling

I rolled my eyes, “Shut up you weirdo” 

Neymar laughed, and moments later Rafinha walked into the living room. “When’d you get here?” He asked scratching his head

“Um a little bit ago” Neymar answered

Rafinha nodded and placed a kiss on my forehead, “So what do you guys want to do today?” He asked taking a seat on the stool

Neymar smirked, “I’m thinking we go to the beach” He said

Rafinha nodded, “Sounds cool, hey Y/N you remember my friend Gustavo right?” He asked turning towards me

I stopped and thought for a moment before nodding my head, “Yeah what about him?” I asked

Rafinha chuckled, “Well he asked about you the other day, you know if you were seeing someone” He said

I turned to look at him, “And what’d you say?” I asked

By now Neymar was interested and looked at Rafinha intensely, “I told him you weren’t, so I gave him your number” He said

“You What!?” Neymar and I said together

Rafinha looked between the two of us, “And I thought that we were supposed to be twins” Rafinha said chuckling

I looked at him, “Why would you give him my number?” I asked

Rafinha sighed, “Because you called him cute” 

“I did?” I questioned the same time Neymar asked:”She did?”

“How come you guys are acting weird? Isn’t this the normal course of things? You comment on someones appearance and then eventually end up dating?” Rafinha asked

“Yeah but-”

“But what?”

I sighed, “Okay I have something to tell you”

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1/2 okay but siriusly (i couldn't help it) everyone knows lily and sirius are like brother and sister i.e. ride or die, love/hate, loves them or can't stand the sight of each other, lily and remus are like soft tea-and-books friends who make dry remarks and sarcastic jabs and everyone else and lily and peter... i guess he's kind of mom friend, like, whoa, lily, he's not worth it, now lets go to the kitchens and get snacks

2/2 and before jily happened, james and lily was kind of, that ideas stupid potter… let me fix it there now don’t get caught i cant ruin my reputation for being perfect. dont you mean prefect? no i mean perfect

i have so many feelings?? abt these friendships….. like, sirius and lily are definitely Fire and Fire with their blessed™ hair and sharp replies which could cut through diamond and fucked familial relationships.. (which, incidentally, is how they first bond) & sirius Hates the fact that james is high key head over for heels for lily, because it means he gets less face time with JP and he lives for face time with JP, but then he and lily bond and she’s?? like?? cool?? n now james is the jealous one 

remus is known as Mr Potty Mouth when all werewolf puns have run out and he and lily have a shocking dictionary of expletives which would probably give mr&mrs evans a heart attack… but they’re also both ppl who would only ever swear in the appropriate situation (unlike sirius who does not give a flyin fuck where or when he swears) & they def bond over books! but mainly just both having muggle experience n even tho remus doesn’t watch it, he is the only one who has a vague comprehension abt doctor who and also they have this running joke abt les miserables (until it stops being a joke, empty chairs @ empty tables amirite) and lily n remus have tea discourse but they would never admit that to anyone (””how many sugars remus??????””)

peter & lily bond over their shared love for gobstones even tho lily is Bad and peter is The Best™ and he constantly tries to teach her some strategy, but, nah, lily hasn’t got time for that… and lily helps him with notes and understanding stuff bc james and sirius speak too quick for him + remus is always behind anyway + lily just explains it so he Gets It…. they have a bet abt who can prank james&sirius the most times with j&s guessing it’s them (so far peter is winning)

the fucking Puns that their friendship had…. like, all of them did it, but especially James and Lily would try to one up him and It’s ‘’’Just Not™ Going to Work™ Evans, pls stop embarrassing yourself’’’’ but Yes! here for lily who helps out occasionally with pranks but only to improve them and not if they hurt anyone and only if she knows it’ll make potter look at her in Awe™

pure! AU: Apocalypse Testing

AN: hello! This is the first in a series of a pure AU plot about AP testing as I am looking to get into AP French next year. I don’t even know if they had AP testing in the 80s but I don’t care. Jdronica as usual, AU stolen from @pure-jdronica. Enjoy!

“It is upon us,” he said walking out of German. “The apocalypse has come. Tell me which circle of Dante’s Inferno you’d prefer to be in.”

“Stop being so overdramatic.” I shot him The Look (copyright Veronica Sawyer, 1988) and shifted my book bag from one shoulder to another. “AP testing is not the end of the world. I have not seen even one of the four horsemen appear.”

“Oh look, there comes war and pestilence.”

I can see a flash of red and yellow in my peripheral vision.

“I set myself up for that one, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” He snickers out of the corner of his mouth and turns on his heel, trying to stay away from them. He barely tolerates them. All for my sake.

“RONNIE!” Chandler pushes her way to the front and people in her path part like the Red Sea. “We need a fake ID.”

“I’m hiring someone out to take my APs!” McNamara squeals. “I just need the picture of the kid I hired on my school ID and we’re set!”

“Surely you can do that for us, Veronica.” Heather C. places a soft hand on my shoulder, her red nails impeccable as usual.

“Nope. No can do. First of all, I don’t do fake IDs. Second of all, I am not gonna be an accessory to cheating on AP tests. It screws things up to people who have actually worked hard in the classes.”

McNamara’s lip quivers. Heather Chandler’s eyes are sharp under her mascara-coated eyelashes. “Oh, surely you can make an exception for a friend,” she says.

I’m getting pissed. “What is your damage, Heather? I said no.”

“I’m gonna fail,” sniffles McNamara. “I’m never gonna be a sorority sister. Everyone knows how bad my grades are.”

“Wow. You want me to forge an ID for you so you can meet frat boys?”

“Exactly,” says Chandler into my ear. “She’s been really depressed lately. Thinking of killing herself. I can’t let that happen to the Heathers.”


“Well, I won’t do a fake ID. But I will help you study. This Saturday, Sherwood Library. Bring snacks.”

She looks a little better. Her tears have stopped and she wipes away the mascara smudges under her eyes. “Thanks so much, Ronnie. You’re so good at school.”

“Let’s motor,” says Heather C. They are out of the hallway in two seconds flat. Everyone makes way for them as usual.

We’re at 7-11 when I tell JD of my plan.


“Just helping out a friend. Look, I really had no choice. She was gonna kill herself.”

“Why would Chandler say that to you?”

“Um, because it’s true?” I take a massive sip of my slushie.

“Veronica. That was our date. Our study date. You can’t let those assholes interfere with our relationship anymore.”

“They’re my friends!”

“Um, they weren’t when you crawled through my window and banged me.” He smiles at the memory.

“You tried to serve Chandler drano the next morning. If I hadn’t stopped you, you and I would both be in jail.”

“Look, I only put up with them because I love you so much. I’ve got my dad to deal with, and now these APs if I’m ever going to get into Harvard. And you invite some girl who doesn’t know her algebra from her geometry into our much-needed time together.”

“JD. I promise this is a one-time thing.”

“You promised you would break up with the Heathers!”

“Maybe underneath all the makeup they’re good people, JD. They’re just as lost and confused as everyone in this suburban hellhole.”

“I’ll take you at your word. But I’m not afraid to cut the Heathers out of your life if this turns sour.”

“JD. Remember what they said in therapy. Nobody deserves to die. Everyone has potential whether you can see it or not.”

“Oh, I don’t mean kill them. I mean just show you what assholes they really are.”

“JD. Please. It’s one date for a poor girl who’s gonna fail her APs without my help. If you want to bail, fine.”

“I’m not leaving you.” There are tears in his eyes. “I want another slushie.”

“JD, baby, let’s go back home and study. You have German and I have French.”

“Okay,” he sniffles. “Your house. The asshole is home.”

“It’s gonna be okay. Remember, our love is the highest power in the universe.”

“Our love is God,” he agrees.

Through time and space (part two)

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Within a week of being at 221b John helps you get a job- where you meet Rose Tyler. The two of you become fast friends.

Now one day at work you and Rose were closing up when a man grabs yours and Rose’s and tells you to run. Once outside of the building the strange man introduces himself: “I’m the Doctor, by the way. What are your names?”

“Rose, and this is Y/N.” Rose answers. The man smiles before replying.

“Nice to meet you, Rose and Y/N. Run for your lives!” The two of you get out of there as fast as possible. Thankfully the two of you are a safe enough distance away when the shop explodes.
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“Well I think I just lost my job.” You say when you get back to Baker Street.

“What happened?” John asks in response sounding concerned.

“Long story short, someone planted a bomb and Rose and I barely got out of there before it exploded.”

“You two okay?”

“Shaken but otherwise alright.”

“You’re a little more than shaken.” Sherlock observes. “What else happened?”

“This man showed up and took Rose and I by the hand and told us to run- as if he knew the building was going to explode.” Sherlock had his thinking face on.

“Did he tell you his name?”

“He just called himself the Doctor.” Sherlock throws you a ‘where did you hear that name’ kind of look. “You know him?”

“I used too, but that was a long time ago.” Sherlock then continues his train of thought not giving you a chance to respond. “He travels through time and space in a police box. Next to my brother he is one of the most dangerous men you will ever meet.”

“How is he as dangerous as Mycroft?”

Sherlock looks a little puzzled before replying with: “I must’ve deleted it.”

“Okay what?” The consulting detective then explains what a mind palace is and how he has a tendency to delete ‘useless’ information (like the solar system) from his memory. You roll your eyes. Guess you’re going to have to pull out the books and the laptop to find information about the Doctor since Sherlock conveniently deleted the information about the mysterious time traveler.
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The next day you are hanging out with Rose at her place when the Doctor shows up again. “What’re you doing here?” The Doctor asks when Rose opens the door.

“I live here.” She replies.

“Well, what do you do that for?”

“Because I do. I’m only at home because someone blew up my job.”

“I must have got the wrong signal. You’re not plastic, are you? No, bonehead. Bye, then.”

“You. Inside. Right now.” Rose says as she pulls the Doctor inside.

“Did he really call you a bonehead?” You ask leaning against the wall. Rose nods in response. Rose’s mom, Jackie, asks who was at the door. “Want me to tell her or are you going to tell her?”

“Don’t mind the mess. Do you want a coffee?” Rose asks the Doctor after that rather weird conversation between him and Jackie.

“Might as well, thanks. Just milk.” The time traveler answers.

“We should go to the police. Seriously. All three of us.”

“I already spoke to Lestrade, Rose.” You point out, as the Doctor picks up a magazine. He’s not even paying attention.

“That won’t last, he’s gay and she’s an alien.” He says thumbing through the magazine.

“I’m not blaming you, even if it was just some sort of joke that went wrong.” Rose continues ignoring both you and the Doctor. The Doctor sets down the magazine and picks up a paper back novel.

“Hmm. Sad ending.”

“They said on the news they’d found a body.” There are two different conversations happening at the moment, and both of them happen to be Rose and the Doctor talking to themselves. You clap your hand on your friend’s shoulder pulling her from her thoughts.

“Rose. I already talked to the police as well as Sherlock. They’re already looking into it.” You explain. Rose nods slightly before looking back at the Doctor. She asks him to explain everything but once again he isn’t paying much attention. The cat door rattles, that catches the Doctor’s attention.

“What’s that, then? You got a cat?” He asks. Rose shakes her head. She then explains that they (her and her mom) used to, now it is just strays that show up. Her back is turned so she doesn’t see the mannequin arm trying to kill the doctor. You do though- the first thought through your head is: are you kidding me, I thought I got away from this bullshit.

The Doctor gets the hand off of him, only to throw it at Rose. While the two of them are trying to get the arm off they break a coffee table. You are surprised that Jackie doesn’t hear the commotion. Eventually the arm stops trying to kill people. “It’s all right, I’ve stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless.” The Doctor answers, only to have Rose smack him with the fake arm. “Ow!”

“I’ve seen some crazy things throughout my life, but I have never seen a mannequin arm try to kill anyone before.” You state. “I need some air.” You then head outside, Katie has interesting timing. She calls as soon as you shut the door behind you. “Hey Katie.” You say when you answer the phone.

“Hey… you okay?” Katie replies.

“Not really.” Your sister asks you what happened. “This might be hard to believe, but my friend Rose got attacked by a mannequin’s arm.”

“Taking into consideration everything we’ve seen- that’s not that weird.”

“You have a point K… I just find it a little odd that the mannequin arm thingy, happened less than 24 hours after the shop I worked at blew up.”

“Whoa rewind there. What do you mean by it blew up?”

“It literally exploded. Fireball and everything.”

“Please tell me that you weren’t anywhere near that place when it did.”

You bite your tongue softly, you hate lying to Katie but you don’t want her to panic.

“I wasn’t. I saw it on the news.” You answer hoping your older sister will take your bluff. Thankfully she does. ‘Thank god.’ You think to yourself. When Rose and the Doctor walk out of the apartment you have to wonder why they are arguing and why Rose is asking about why she might get killed if she blabs about what happened. “Hey Katie, I’ll call you back.” You say into the phone.

“Okay, talk at you later (Nickname)!” Katie says with a rather perky tone of voice. You roll your eyes and hang up and put your phone back in your pocket and quickly jog after your friend and the Doctor.

“Hey Rose, wait up!” You nearly yell. Rose pauses while the Doctor keeps walking. Eventually you catch up to the Doctor. Rose asks him who he actually is.

“Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It’s like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go. That’s who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler and Y/N.” The Doctor seems a little hurt that he is sending the two of you away, he walks into that police box of his and then leaves.
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“Sherlock, was the Doctor cold towards you when you knew him?” You ask breaking the silence between you and your roommates.

“Not that I’m aware of, what brings this up?”

“The fact that the Doctor basically told Rose and I to leave and forget about him.” Sherlock looks confused, before he starts digging through his belongings. “Sherlock what are you looking for?”

“This.” He says as he hands you a picture frame with a crayon drawing inside. In the drawing is a stick figure with a red bowtie and a red hat that you’re pretty sure it’s a fez. Next to the stick figure is the police box (it says TARDIS in the drawing though.) “I know not the best but the Doctor I knew wore a bowtie and a fez.”

“That isn’t the Doctor I’m familiar with Sherlock.” You point out. “The Doctor I know wears a leather jacket and has rather noticeable ears.”

“Then are you sure we are talking about the same man?”

“I don’t know… all I know is that both of them own an almost identical police box that can travel through space and time.”

“What if this Doctor person can change faces?” John suggests. You get an ‘oh shit’ look on your face, which doesn’t go unnoticed. “Y/N?”

“I’ll explain later… right now, I need to go find Rose. She might be in danger.” Without another word you leave 221b. You crash into Rose and her boyfriend, Mickey. “Hi guys.” You say trying to act casual. Rose smiles and asks if you would like to join the two of them for pizza. “Sure.”

When you get to the restaurant you notice that something is a little off with Mickey. He looks like a human sized Ken doll. You don’t mention anything though, if you learned anything from hunting the supernatural- it’s better to keep your mouth shut about it then ruin someone’s life. “So, where did you meet this Doctor?” Mickey asks when Rose mentions the fact she’s thinking of applying for a job at the hospital.

“I’m sorry, wasn’t I talking about me for a second?” Rose asks confused.

“Because I reckon it started back at the shop, am I right? Was he something to do with that?”


“Come on.”

“Sort of.”

“What was he doing there?” Out of the corner of your eye you spot the Doctor pretending to be a waiter. You can’t help but smirk a little bit, thinking of all the times that you and your family did that for hunts.

“I’m not going on about it, Mickey. Really, I’m not, because, I know it sounds daft, but I don’t think it’s safe. I think he’s dangerous.” Rose says. She is so oblivious sometimes.

“But you can trust me, sweetheart. Babe, sugar, babe, sugar. You can tell me anything. Tell me about the Doctor and what he’s planning, and I can help you, Rose. Because that’s all I really want to do, sweetheart, babe, babe, sugar, sweetheart.” When Mickey says that, it tips you off that ‘Mickey’ isn’t actually Mickey. You cautiously reach for your gun that you have stashed in your waistband of your jeans. Rose is finally realizing something is wrong.

“Your champagne.” The 'waiter’ says.

“We didn’t order any champagne. Where’s the Doctor?” Mickey counters. The Doctor tries a different tactic only this time he does it to Rose, who turns him down. You decide to help the Doctor out even though you don’t really trust him.

“I could’ve sworn that one of you ordered the champagne.” You say giving the Doctor a slight nod informing him that you know it’s him. The Doctor gives you a slight nod in return.

“Y/N I don’t know where you got that idea but we really didn’t.” Rose points out, as the Doctor starts to shake the bottle… that cork is going to turn into a projectile if he opens the bottle just right. 'Mickey’ realises that the 'waiter’ is actually the Doctor. “Don’t mind me. I’m just toasting the happy couple. On the house!” The Doctor says, as he fires the cork at fake Mickey’s forehead- which ends up coming out of his mouth.

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The Doctor gets you and Rose outside. He eventually convinces you and Rose to get in that police box of his. The box is bigger on the inside.

“It’s going to follow us!” Rose says.

“The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn’t get through that door, and believe me, they’ve tried. Now, shut up a minute.” The Doctor replies. “You see, the arm was too simple, but the head’s perfect. I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source. Right. Where do you want to start?” Rose asks about how the TARDIS is bigger on the inside. After the Doctor explains what the hell is going on Rose starts crying. “That’s okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us.”

“Did they kill him? Mickey? Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?” Rose asks in response. “Also how are you not phased by any of this Y/N?”

“Oh. I didn’t think of that.” The Doctor answers.

“I’ve seen stranger. So this is nothing new.” You add in with a shrug. Rose just shakes her head at you before returning her attention back to the Doctor.

“He’s my boyfriend. You pulled off his head. They copied him and you didn’t even think? And now you’re just going to let him melt?”

“Melt?” The Doctor then looks at the control console and going off his look of horror he is mentally saying a string of curse words.

Later the three of you go to the London’s eye to stop the living plastic. “Think of it, plastic all over the world, every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables.” The Doctor rambles.

“The breast implants.” Rose adds in, you snicker slightly.

“Still, we’ve found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath.” The Doctor continues seemingly oblivious to Rose’s comment and your laughter.

“What about down here?” There is a large manhole cover at the bottom of a few steps.

“Looks good to me.” The three of you run down and the Doctor opens up the hatch.
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Once inside, the three of you find a multilevel chamber with a basin full of goop in the middle. “The Nestene Consciousness. That’s it, inside the vat. A living plastic creature.” The Doctor states.

“Lovely.” You mutter under your breath.
“Well, then. Tip in your anti-plastic and let’s go.” You look at your friend slightly shocked- she has a dark side.

“I’m not here to kill it. I’ve got to give it a chance.” The Doctor then walks down to a catwalk overlooking the vat. “I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract according to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation.” The stuff inside the basin moves, which the Doctor takes as a yes. “Thank you. If I might have permission to approach?” Again the goop moves. Rose spots Mickey on a lower level and runs to him. You roll your eyes as you walk over to the two of them.

The stuff in the vat seems to freak out when it finds the TARDIS as well as the Doctor’s anti-plastic. The doctor tells you, Rose and Mickey to get out of here. Rose calls her mom, while you just stand there like an idiot. You reach behind you and pull out your gun from the waistband of your jeans and look at it debating if you should use it or not. “Why do you have that on you?!” Mickey asks his eyes wide in terror.

“Relax I’m not going to shoot you… however I am going to use it though.” You answer. “Rose I’m going to need your gymnastic abilities.”

“What do you want me to do?” Rose answers. You then explain your idea (which happens to be stupidly dangerous. If it goes wrong, you might accidentally shoot Rose or the Doctor.)

“Do you trust me?” You ask when Rose hesitates. Your (eye color) eyes meet her brown ones. She slowly nods. “Then you know that I will not shoot you on purpose right.” Once again Rose nods.
Praying you wouldn’t hit your friend you pull the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoes throughout the chamber. Time seems to go in slow motion as the bullet severs the rope, and as Rose kicks the mannequins into the vat of liquid plastic.

After all the excitement dies down, and the Doctor leaves for about a minute before he shows back up again saying it’s a time machine too. You and Rose share a look and a smile before joining the Doctor for another adventure.

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First Impressions - Bucky x reader [Chap. 5]

Summary: After a weird first impression which leaves both him and you confused, how are you both going to face other again? After all, you both had completely different perceptions on what had happened.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes X OC [ Reader]   |||  Warning : cliche, but not that much

A/N: phewww this long af but it’s cute and I like it and I APOLOGISE FOR NOT UPDATING FOR LIKE, 5 WEEKS, BUT THERE’S A LOT OF SHIT HAPPENING FOR ME IRL AND it’s stressful but I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

“You like her, don’t you?” Sam paused whatever he was eating to look at Bucky.

“As a friend, sure.” Bucky grumbled back, turning around to try and calm his face down before he started blushing like a maniac.

“Stop bullshitting yourself.” Sam said, dead serious. “You like her, and you know it.”

“I told you, just as a friend!” He tried to protest.

“So you don’t mind if I take her out on a date after today’s party?” He asked, smirking slightly as Bucky’s nostrils flared.

“Don’t you dare hurt her, because if you do, the fact that you’re my friend won’t stop me from turning you into bird stew.” Bucky couldn’t say yes, but he couldn’t say no either. Of course he liked you. Who wouldn’t?

“Whoa there icicle. Let’s keep me and my wings out of this, alright? Just admit that you like her, and I won’t take her on a date.” Sam was hell-bent on getting him to admit he had a crush, just so that he could have something to annoy him about. He wasn’t interested in you in that way. He thought of you more like a sister and fellow teammate rather than anything, and he knew if he took you out, it’d only be as friends, nothing more.

“Whatever, bird-brain.” Bucky stood up, grabbing his bowl of cereal moodily. Captain Crunch as always. “I’ll see you at the party later on.”

More like Captain Grinch, Sam thought to himself as he chuckled slightly at his own joke as Bucky just looked at him weirdly, moving out of the room.

“Hey there Buckster.” He jumped slightly as his heart raced with the familiar sound of your voice. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“N-no, it’s okay.” He turned around to give you a smile, only to have his breath knocked out of him. You were standing there, looking elegant in a deep blue dress with a plunging neckline, and silver stones embellishing the left shoulder as it slowly reduces as it progressed downwards. Jesus Christ you looked beautiful. “Ah- uhh- uh- umm-

He began stammering as his heart raced wildly, his heart feeling like it would jump right out of his chest. 

Your eyebrow cocked up in amusement as your lips pursed together to prevent any laughter from escaping which would probably worsen his already flustered state. “You alright there, Bucks Bunny?”

“Ahh, you uh, you look so g-gorgeous.” The tips of his ears turned crimson in contrast to the black tuxedo he was wearing. 

“Thank you.” You gave a toothy grin, feeling your stomach swarm with butterflies. “You look ravishingly handsome yourself there.”

You smirked as he winked at you, feeling his nervousness fade away gently. “You know it, darling.”

“You bet I do, sweetheart. It’s the long hair and thighs of betrayal which do it for me.” You winked back as he took a sip from his drink watching as he choked on it from surprise. You couldn’t hold back from laughing at this now because gone was his cocky behaviour, back was the dorky adorbleness. 

“You’re not allowed to throw me off guard like that!” He whined, setting down his glass.

“What, can’t handle the truth?” You teased, watching him grow bright red. Aw.

“The only truth here is that you’re more gorgeous than any other girl in this room.”

“So cheesy, Mr. Barnes.”

“Can’t be too sure nowadays, doll. I heard the girls still secretly love a cheesy man.” 

“That may or may not be true. Would you like a drink?” You winked obnoxiously at him as he threw his head back, his laughter radiating through the air.

“I can’t believe you beat me to buying you a drink.” He grinned, pushing his hair back. “But sure. I’ll have a drink.”

One shot had lead to many, and though you weren’t drunk, you were still a little tipsy. 

Okay, a lot tipsy.

Bucky, however, was completely fine. 

“And that’s when I knew, Cinderella was a fucking whore and all the mice were just chauvinist assholes who were transformed to mice because they were too mean to the fat pumpkin.” You finished your analysis with a proud smile as Bucky’s eyes were wide open. 

“Okaaaaay. Time to go to bed.” He said, hopping off his barstool to get to you. He grabbed onto your waist, swinging your arm over his shoulder as he helped you to your feet.

“No, wait! I have to tell Nemo something!” You yelled into his ear. Bucky flinched, but kept going, maintaining a smile as he wished people goodnight.

“You already told the goldfish your entire life story, [Y/N]. And you serenaded it twice.” He let out a small laugh, shaking his head at Steve who was looking at him, confused.

“But I have to tell him about that bitch who was like, stalking him to find out where he went! Fuck you Dory.” You spat out. Bucky couldn’t believe how much you swore when you were drunk. It was very comical to him.

“We’ll do that tomorrow.” He promised, walking out the elevator onto your floor. He pushed open your door, and switched on the lights, letting go off you as you wandered around, looking very lost indeed.

“Where am I?” You asked him, looking at him in fear. 

“In your room.” He cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“Oh.” Your eyes widened in realisation. “OH! This is my room! I decorated it!” You said proudly.

“Yes, you did.” He led you to your dresser and opened it up for you, watching you with a shit-eating grin on his face as your eyes light up.

“Whoa.” You breathed out, reaching for a large t-shirt as he pulled some pyjama pants out and handed it to you. “This is so soft.” 

“It’s your favourite shirt.” He told you, watching your eyes go big again.

“It is?” You asked,

“It is. I’ve seen you wear it all around the Tower when we have days off.”

“You’ve noticed me.” You smiled at him as his eyes went soft.

“Of course I have.” He was confused about how surprised you were at that.

“I thought you thought I was cuckoo-” You pointed at your head as you burst out laughing. “Because of how I looked when I first met you.”

“I thought you were afraid of my arm!” He exclaimed in surprise. 

“Why would you think I was afraid of your arm?” You asked as he guided you to the bathroom to allow you to change. You shut the door, twisting your hands in absurd positions to get your dress off, succeeding finally as it pooled around your feet.

“Because of your expression when you saw it for the first time.” He told you from outside the door.

“Oh, I remember that day.” You paused as your eyebrows furrowed. “I wasn’t afraid of your arm. I saw it and I figured out it was you and that’s why I freaked out. Because I had no clothes on.”

You explained very diplomatically and in that moment you felt very professional.

“Oh.” You swung open the door and headed straight to him. Well, as straight as you could, considering the fact that you were incredibly drunk.

“Bucky.” You grabbed both of his shoulders as his body went rigid with surprise.


“Your arm is super cool.” You nodded at him seriously. “And I like super cool things.”

“Thank you.” He said softly as you brightened up, leaning over and kissing his cheek, making that area tingle as your lips left it. 

“Now come cuddle with me.” You ordered, brushing past him to jump on your bed.

“You’re drunk. I can’t take advantage of that and spend the night in the same bed with you. It’s not right.” He stood at the foot of your bed.

“Drunk or not, I’d still want you to stay here. What if Dory comes after me like how she went after Nemo?” Your eyes widened in fear.

“She won’t.” He reassured you, draping the blanket over you.

“But what if she does? I need someone to save me.” You pouted as you patted the spot next to you. He hesitated, pausing next to you. “Please, James.” 

“Are you sure?” He bit his lip as you nodded enthusiastically. He sighed, smiling at you defeatedly as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his tie, gently climbing in next to you as he switched off the light.

You giggled, swinging your arm over him, pulling yourself closer as his warmth quickly made you drowsy.

“Nighty night, Bucky.” 

“Good night [Y/N].”


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Me and You - Chapter seven: I Truly do Love You (Copycat)

Meanwhile, Ladybug makes it into the boys’ locker room and detransforms into Marinette.

“Alright, Tikki, it’s time to erase that message.” Marinette whispers. Tikki nods.

“Which one is Adrien’s, Marinette?” Tikki asks, expecting Marinette to shrug but to her suprise Marinette knows the exact location of Adrien’s locker.

“This one!” Marinette exclaims and lightly hits the Adrien’s locker.

“How do you know that?” Tikki asks and Marinette goes red.

“I’m not a stalker if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s just that one time I had to go fencing club with Adrien but his fencing teacher said that no one from the outside is allowed to see their fencing moves so I had to stay in here.” Marinette admits. Tikki nods.

“Quickly Marinette.” Tikki pesters.

“Sorry. The code: 12413 and we’re…in!” Marinette exclaims as the locker clicks open revealing the contents of Adrien’s bag.

Marinette goes through Adrien’s bag to find his phone inside. Marinette takes it out and types in the password: Marinetteisbetterthanme Marinette chuckles at the fact Adrien has not changed his password in six years, also known as the time Marinette and Adrien went head to head in a video game war and Marinette won so she got to pick Adrien’s password for his phone.

The screen flashes up with a notification that Adrien has one voicemail from Marinette. Marinette presses on it and clicks delete. The message deletes and Marinette closes her friend’s phone then puts it back in his bag, as if nothing happened.

“Let’s get out of here, Tikki,” Marinette whispers but, just as she was about to transform and swing out of the window, the boys from fencing club come back inside to get changed, “Uh-oh. Tikki, what are we going to do?” Marinette whispers to her kwami.

“Uh, don’t worry Marinette,” Tikki soothes as she looks around the area trying to find a place to hide, “In there!” Tikki hisses and points to the only thing in the room available: Adrien’s locker.

“Tikki, are you crazy? What if Adrien comes back? Then he’ll see that I’m in his locker. What will he think? What if he laughs at me? What if he shows all the boys?” Marinette hisses and tries to look for another place to hide.

“Marinette, there is nowhere else to hide and I don’t think Adrien would do any of those stuff. He’s your friend, Marinette.” Tikki reminds her. Marinette nods her head and opens the locker door once again. Marinette lifts her body weight up and sits herself down on the cold, metal floor of the locker. Tikki follows her and closes the door on the way in.

“Ew, it reeks of sweat in here with a hint of Lynx.” Marinette whispers to her kwami once she closes the door, trapping in all of Adrien’s scent.

“Lynx?” Tikki asks, confused by this word Marinette used.

“Lynx is some type of man-perfume Adrien uses. He’s smelt of Lynx since puberty.” Marinette answers, remembering Adrien’s thirteenth birthday: Adrien came out of his room that morning and she had came to greet him. Adrien’s father then had one good whiff of the boy and nearly passed out from the smell of him – what could he say but puberty has clearly hit hard on this boy. Therefore, to stop from the vile smell of his pubic son, Gabriel Agreste decided to get him a birthday present he will have to use for all of eternity, or at least till scientists find a cure to bad odours.

Before Tikki could reply to Marinette the sound of the boys speaking interrupted them so Marinette and Tikki decides stay in complete silence while they listen to the boys talking:

“I totally kicked your butt, bro!” a deep, pubescent voice exclaims as he hits a smaller boy on the back.

“Whatever!”  the puny voice of the smaller kid shouts and opens his locker to reveal his clothes, all of which is neatly folded and stacked up from the largest piece of clothing (shirts) at the bottom to the smallest piece of clothing (socks) at the top.

“Has anyone seen Adrien?” one brunette boy with almond eyes asks. All the boys turn to look at Adrien’s locker then back at the brunette and shake their heads. All of a sudden the door opens and out comes Adrien with his fencing uniform still on. Adrien’s eyes widen when he realises everyone in the room, whether fully dressed or fully undressed, is looking straight at him with questioning eyes.

Adrien carries on walking until he comes to his locker, just as he puts in the digits to open it the brunette asks him, “Where have you been?” Adrien finally opens his locker to reveal a red faced Marinette waving at him.

Adrien slams the door shut and shrieks, “Marinette!”

“Oh, so you’ve been cutting fencing to see what Marinette’s been up to?” this time the deep voiced boy is talking.

“What?” Adrien asks then realises that he just answered Tony, the brunette’s, question with Marinette’s name, “I mean, no.” Adrien crosses his arms over his chest but the boy weren’t having it.

“Don’t worry, Agreste, we won’t tell Monsieur D’Argencourt what you’ve been doing. We’d all do that if we found a pretty girl in our lives as well.” The deep voiced boy told Adrien and the other boys agreed.

“B-But I really w-wasn’t with M-Marinette today.” Adrien stutters out his words. C’mon, Agreste, you’ve gotta get a hold of yourself. You know what you need? Acting lessons! Adrien thinks to himself.

“Then where were you?” Tony asks and gets closer to Adrien with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrow poised upwards.

“I, uh, was feeling quite s-sick and needed to go to the, uh, t-toilet.” Adrien stutters once again, hoping that they would believe him.

“Alright,” Tony agrees, “For a second there I thought you were really with that Marinette girl.” Tony chuckles.

Adrien furrows his eyebrows. Just as Tony and the rest of the boys go back to their lockers Adrien halts with a question: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tony looks back at Adrien, followed by the rest of the boys. “It’s just, Adrien,” Tony comes closer to Adrien and puts his right hand on his left shoulder before speaking again, “Marinette’s a really sweet and pretty girl. You, Adrien, are a really rich and popular guy. Do you see the contrast?”

Adrien furrows his eyebrows once again, not understanding Tony’s vague answer, “I don’t get it.”

Tony huffs, most definitely fed up with explaining things to Adrien. The dumb blonde stereotype is true with this one, Tony thinks. “Let’s put it this way,” Tony finally speaks again, “You are rich,” Tony lifts his right hand off Adrien’s shoulder and makes his hand look like a mouth to represent Adrien, “Marinette is, how do I say this lightly, not so rich,” he uses his other hand as Marinette, “Rich and poor just don’t work in the end.” Tony makes a heart shape then breaks it in half.

“Who cares if Marinette doesn’t have as much money as me? I love Marinette for who she is, not because of how much money her parents make! I treasure the friendship I have with Marinette and no amount of money can come in between our friendship!” Adrien exclaims with determination of defending his friend written all over his face.

“Alright, Adrien, do what you want with that girlfriend of yours.” Tony mutters as he goes back to getting changed.

Adrien walks back up to his locker, hoping that Marinette is not actually in there and it was all a trick of the light. Adrien opens his locker once again and it reveals the red-faced Marinette still waving at Adrien with a crooked smile. Adrien frowns and slowly helps Marinette out of his locker and in the corner of the boys’ locker room, where no one will see them.

“What on earth are you doing here?” Adrien hisses causing Marinette to sink down to the wooden floor with his back resting on one of the lockers.

“Do you want the truth or the lie first?” Marinette asks, knowing full well that Adrien can see right through her lies.

Adrien crouches down to Marinette level before replying, “I’d like to hear the lie first and maybe if you make me laugh then I won’t scream at you for whatever the truth is.”

“Okay. So I was walking home today and an evil Witch came up to me and told me that if I don’t give her three bananas then she will send me to the vilest and intoxicating place on the planet. I didn’t have any bananas so she sent me to your locker and she was right; you’re locker is worse than a portable toilet.” Marinette replies with a story from the top of her head. Adrien chuckles a bit causing Marinette to smile at the sound of his laughter. That’s halted when Adrien asks for the truth.

“Now I want to hear the truth.” Adrien sits down and shuffles closer to Marinette.

“The truth, well it is a hard thing to say. So-“ before Marinette can start telling Adrien the truth a voice interrupts them.

“I knew you were lying!” Marinette and Adrien look up to see a fully dressed Tony pointing straight at them along with the rest of the boys behind him.

“I-uh…” Adrien stutters, not being able to think what to say to that.

“Agreste, why didn’t you just tell us that you’re girlfriend was waiting for you in here? Marinette has been in here a thousand times so why didn’t you tell us now?” Ron, the deep voiced boy, asks.

“Marinette’s not my girlfriend.” Adrien states and completely avoiding the question of why Marinette was in here in the first place.

“If she’s not your girlfriend then who is she? Your sister? Your cousin?”  Ron asks. Ron is completely bemused that Marinette and Adrien aren’t dating because they seem to have too much chemistry to just be friends.

“She’s just my friend, Ron, now go home.” Adrien pesters the boys and pushes them out of the locker room.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Agreste, I just have one last question to ask.” Ron halts himself by the door of the boys’ locker room and faces Adrien.

“Yes?” Adrien asks with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“How did your girl- I mean Marinette, stay hidden? Did she climb into your locker or something?” Adrien’s eyes widen and he pushes Ron out of the room and out the front door, not wanting to answer that question.

“Men.” Adrien says in a girl voice making Marinette laugh.

“You’re so weird!” Marinette exclaims and rolls her eyes in the process.

“Where do you think I get it from?” Adrien rhetorically asks, referring to Marinette.

Me, weird!” Marinette exclaims, dramatically as she places her hand on her heart and sighs loudly. Adrien chuckles and goes to the lockers behind the ones Marinette is facing.

“Adrien?” Marinette asks in a barely audible voice.

“Hmm?” Adrien hums as he searches his bag for his usual black, striped t-shirt.

“You know what you, uh, said earlier about you loving me for me not because of how rich or poor I am?” Marinette reminded Adrien, who finally found his shirt.

“Yeah, what about it?” Adrien asks as he takes of his fencing uniform and puts his shirt on.

“Did you really mean it?” the sudden question struck Adrien; he didn’t know why Marinette would need assurance that what he said was just a gimmick – of course he meant what he said.

“Of course I do, Marinette, I will love you no matter what you look like; where you live or how much money you have. You mean a lot to me, Marinette. I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t love you.” Adrien justified, spilling his words out to the locker in front of him as if it was Marinette.

On the other side of the locker Marinette walks slowly to the door and opens the door handle. “I treasure our friendship too, Adrien, and I truly do love you,” Marinette sighs as she closes the door without a sound, “Alright, now it’s time to get home. Tikki, spots on!” Tikki flies into Marinette’s earrings and turn her into Ladybug. Ladybug swings out of the window and passes by a police car, “What’s going on?” Ladybug asks then swings over to the police car. The policeman sees Ladybug and immediately stops.

“Ladybug?” the policeman exclaims and Ladybug nods as she sets her feet down to the floor.

“What’s going on?” Ladybug asks.

“Haven’t you heard? Chat Noir stole the Mona Lisa from the Louvre!” the policeman exclaims. Ladybug’s eyes go wide.

“What? There must be some kind of mistake. Chat Noir would never do that!” Ladybug declares.

“There is no mistake, ma’am.” The policeman states politely.

Ladybug shakes her head before swinging off to the Louvre.

Ladybug finally gets to the Louvre where she finds the whole police force standing in front of the Louvre with their guns out ready to fire at the first moving object they see.

“This is ridiculous! Chat Noir would never do anything like this; there must be a simple explanation for all of this!” Ladybug exclaims, startling Roger, the head of the police force.

“Kitty’s in the slammer, Ladybug.” Roger admits to Ladybug.

Ladybug puts her hands on her hips, obviously angry that the police will not listen to her explanation, “You can’t just keep him in there! I trust Chat Noir more than anyone in this whole world! I can rely on him with my life! And I assure you that Chat Noir is not the culprit in this crime!” Ladybug fumes, finally at her breaking point.

“Can’t you just leave this to the experts, Ladybug? I and my men are old enough to handle this without having a talking bug telling us what to do!” Roger bellowed. Roger’s words were so loud that the whole police forces turn their heads to face him.

Before anyone knows it another policeman is retreating outside screaming: “Chat noir has escaped! Chat noir has escaped!” the police force turn back to face the Louvre, standing their ground as they were trained to do.

“Stand your ground men!” Roger shouts to the police officers.

“And women!” an annoyed, female voice adds on. Surely it is the wrong time to be acknowledging the inequality used in Roger’s sentence but one police officer is surely annoyed by his lack of acknowledgement to the women of his team.

“This is not the time of the day to be spreading your equality!” Roger demands and marches off to the door of the Louvre.

Ladybug follows in step of Roger. They both go inside to find Roger’s whole team knocked out cold. Roger puts a hand to his mouth to hide his gasp of horror. “If Chat Noir is a real superhero then he would hand himself in not run away?” Roger spits and Ladybug rolls her eyes in return.

“Because I bet if he handed himself in then you’ll have a tea party and dance around like idiots together, now wouldn’t you?” Ladybug asks with her tone completely full of sarcasm.

Roger rolls his eyes then walks off to check if his men are okay. Meanwhile, Ladybug’s yoyo starts beeping to tell her that Chat Noir is calling her. Ladybug walks up the stairs to get away from Roger and answers the call by pressing the green button.

“Chat Noir tell me what is going on this instance!” Ladybug insists causing Chat Noir to bring a smirk to his lips.

“I’m innocent, Bugaboo, you know that don’t you?” Chat Noir pleads.

“Chat Noir stop playing around, this is not the time. This is really serious!” Ladybug scolds causing Chat Noir to talk in a more serious tone.

“Alright, Ladybug, I’ll take this more seriously. I’m going to figure out who is responsible for setting me up! I’m off to save my whiskers, sayonara my Lady!” Chat Noir finished with a little playful tone when he called her his Lady.

Chat Noir hangs up just as Ladybug starts hearing a helicopter flying above the Louvre. Ladybug runs out of the Louvre to find Chat Noir running away, on top of a nearby building, from a police helicopter.

“Surrender Chat Noir or be terminated!” a male voice, coming from the helicopter, bellows.

Roger stomps up to Ladybug with his hands crossed over his chest, “Aren’t you going to go after him?” Roger asks.

Ladybug smirks then retorts, “I think I’ll just leave this to the experts!” and with that remark Ladybug throws her yoyo at the nearby building and swings off towards Chat Noir.

Ladybug follows the helicopters all the way to the subway where she sees police cars blocking the subway exit. Ladybug scans the area and finds Adrien walking out of the subway, heading across the street.

What is Adrien even doing here? He doesn’t take the subway! Ladybug thinks to herself, and where is Chat Noir? I might as well evacuate Adrien while I wait for Chat Noir. Ladybug brushes off her best friends lack of knowledge of his surroundings and swings down to the pavement.

“I don’t think it’s very safe to be near police cars when they are out finding someone.” Ladybug states surprising Adrien so much that he jumps a little before turning around to face his crush.

“Don’t worry, Ladybug, I can take care of myself,” Adrien exclaims then adds on, very Chat Noir like, “Have you seen my muscles?” Adrien smirks, much like Chat Noir causing Ladybug to cringe a little due to the similarities.

Why is Adrien so cocky? It’s almost Chat Noir like…no, no, no do not compare your best friend to Chat Noir…that is just weird! Ladybug thinks.

“I haven’t and never will. Now I have to take you to safety, take my hand.” Ladybug insists then grabs Adrien’s hand.

She’s holding my hand! She’s holding my hand! Don’t freak out! What should I do? Should I make a pun? Adrien thinks.

“Okay…” Adrien whispers too breathless to say anything else.

Ladybug throws her yoyo at a nearby building and heads off towards the Agreste mansion. Ladybug lands at the foot of the Agreste mansion. Ladybug drags Adrien along towards the doors, not noticing that she forgot to let go of his hand.

Adrien stares at their interlocked hands then up to the back of her head. Adrien looks at the girl’s blue hair, which reminds him of Marinette along with the pigtails. In fact Marinette reminds him a lot of Ladybug. Maybe that’s why I have a crush on Ladybug! Adrien thinks, or maybe that’s why I like Marinette. But I have known Marinette since we were five so maybe it was the first reason…maybe they just look really alike because they are the two people I hang around the most or they just really look alike, loads of people look alike…don’t they?

“We’re here.” Ladybug calls out to Adrien as she stands in front of the Agreste mansion door, still holding Adrien’s hand.

“Oh…yes…t-thanks, Ladybug.” Adrien stutters and goes a bit red in the cheeks.

Why is he acting so awkward around me, no, no! Does Adrien have a crush on Ladybug? I think he does! Wow, who knew Adrien would like the Ladybug version of me more than the Marinette version of me. What does he even see in Ladybug? Oh my gosh, am I getting jealous of myself? That is just creepy! Maybe I can just confront Adrien later, Ladybug thinks.

“No problem Adrien.” Ladybug states awkwardly then she looks down at her hand still holding onto Adrien’s, Ladybug goes as red as her Ladybug suit. Adrien follows her eyes and sees their hands together. Adrien goes a darker shade of red.

Ladybug pulls away. “Uh, see you soon.” Adrien whispers, leaning closer to Ladybug.

Why is he leaning in? Why is he leaning in? Ladybug freaks out in her head.

“Bye Adrien, I’ll miss you.” Ladybug calls out then realises what she just said. Ladybug’s eyes go wide so, to avoid anymore talking, she throws her yoyo at the nearest building and swings off to find Chat Noir.

I’ll miss you? What is he going to think after that? Let’s just hope he forgets about it, Ladybug thinks as she swings off to the top of the building.

Adrien keeps his gaze set on Ladybug as she swings off into the distance. He starts to think of what she said. I’ll miss you? What does that mean? Was it just a slip of the tongue? Or is my Lady tongue-tied for my civilian form? Is that the reason she doesn’t like the Chat Noir side of me because of my civilian form? What does Ladybug see in me? Whoa, hold on for a second Agreste; are you actually jealous of…of yourself? Is that even possible? How can a person actually be jealous of themselves? I guess it is possible when you live a double life, you have a crush on a girl who doesn’t know who you really are and that same girl may have a crush on your civilian form. Why is my life so complicated! That’s the price to pay when you get some freedom, Adrien thinks as he finally opens the door of his house and sneaks up to his room where he lets Plagg out of his breast pocket.

“Bye Adrien, I’ll miss you.” Plagg mimics Ladybug dramatically. Adrien rolls his eyes.

“What does that mean?” Adrien asks then realises that he is talking to the most useless kwami in the whole world, “Don’t bother, you’d probably make fun of me anyway.” Plagg rests his himself on Adrien’s shoulder and rolls his eyes.

“True, true…but I may have a little idea about what it means but…” Plagg pauses causing Adrien to stare at him, “I probably shouldn’t bother anyway.” Adrien rolls his eyes and fishes for a piece of camembert from his bag. After a few seconds Adrien pulls out a piece of camembert and offers it to Plagg. Plagg flies over to the camembert, grabs it then stuffs it all in his mouth.

“What’s your little idea?” Adrien retorts when Plagg finally finishes eating that vile thing he calls food.

“She probably likes you.” Plagg states, Adrien’s eye go wide in response.

“Are you sure?” Adrien asks.

“I don’t know, I said that I have a little idea not a full explanation with statistics and big words.” Plagg declares with a huff. Adrien rolls his eyes once again.

“Plagg, no matter what you are always emotionless.” Adrien mutters under his breath.

“I can hear you; I am a cat kwami after all!” Plagg huffs.

“Whatever, Plagg, we have other problems to face. We need to find that perpetrator and stop him before he copy’s me once again! Whoever he or she is they are such a…such a…such a copycat! Copycat, that’s the word!” Adrien exclaims putting his arm in the air as a sign of victory.

“If you’d like to hear my opinion once again I’d say that whoever copied you was an akumatized victim. But who would do such a thing?” Plagg insists. Adrien nods his head agreeing with Plagg.

All of a sudden, Adrien remembers the lollipop stick he found in the Louvre, the same one that Theo always chews in his mouth. Adrien searches his pockets and brings out a half chewed lollipop stick. “Aha! Plagg, you see this lollipop stick? I this belongs to Theo and I bet anything that he was akumatized to seek revenge on me! I could see jealousy written all over his face when I told him that Ladybug and I are together!” Adrien exclaims then puts the lollipop stick back in his pocket for evidence.

“So what you are saying is that all of this is your fault and if you just left the man alone I would still be sleeping and eating camembert all day?” Plagg asks with a slight dramatic tone in his voice.

“Your right, Plagg, this is my entire fault. If I just left the poor man alone then we wouldn’t even be in this mess in the first place. It’s time to go after him!” Adrien insists, “Plagg, claws out!” Adrien shouts as he bawls his fists showing his ring. Plagg tries to hang on to anything he can so he doesn’t have to face the exhaustion of saving the world but he is sucked into the ring, transforming Adrien into the cat superhero known as Chat Noir. “Let’s get that Copycat!”

 Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four 

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

anonymous asked:

Pet names Mino, Hanbin, and Bobby would give?

Whoa ikon and Winner. I don’t know them well but my sisters do, so I went to them for inspiration. 

Here goes my attempt:

Bobby: Seeing how Bobby is, he’s more of an American rapper, so along the lines of Boo, Babe or Babygirl

When he introduces you to his friends for the first time: “This is my boo,Y/N.” 

Hanbin: B.I. is a straightforward kind of guy, very leader-like. Honestly, I think he’d just be traditional and call her, Jagi. 

When you make a corny joke, trying to get him to lighten up after an intense moment: “ Jaaagiii!!! As he pushes you gently. 

Mino: Mino is cute, he’s the aegyo king (personal opinion of Winner). He’s silly and easily excited but he can be serious when the time calls for it. I also think it’s a plus that he kinda looks like GD. I think he’d be shy around you during your first few months. He’d call you: Bae, yobo or noona if you were older than him. 

You guys having a playful argument, and he’s trying to get your attention. “Yobo! If you don’t listen to me, I’ll have to discipline you.”

In non-irritating news

We went wine tasting with my SIL (E’s sister) and her oldest daughter (and some other friends) yesterday. My niece and I had a nice chat about dating and life and relationships. She’s completely over “Josh Chan” and recently broke things off with someone she started seeing when she felt he was too possessive and controlling. No trying to make it work or lots of conversations and long talks…just told him, “not gonna happen” and has moved on. I know this doesn’t seem like a big deal but the women in Ed’s family don’t have the greatest track records with relationships and seeing her buck that tradition warms my heart. 

Also she told me and her mom that we’re strong women and she admires us and is grateful to have us in her life. A wine-drunk 22 year-old sending positive vibes your way is an excellent way to spend a Sunday, just FYI.

vgetables  asked:

Hi Alex how are you?

im pretty good! and excited! my mums dragging me and my sister on a road trip through three countries to watch football games with her and her friends for a week which isnt fun (i hate football) but i mean she booked tickets to the van gogh museum to make up for it which is whoa!! wow!! how are you other alex?


Tagged by @minhyunii thanks love! (bless, you’re too sweet :*)

1. Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?
mmmmmm, 2 days ago, i was talking to my older sister

3. Do you like your handwriting?
lol no, so illegible its sad

4. What is your favorite lunch meat?

5. Do you have kids?

6. If you were a different person would you be friends with you?
uuuhhhh, maybe

7. Do you use sarcasm?
yup, but not as much as you think

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

9. Would you bungee jump?
YOLO, jk but seriously, maybe. I mean, just to try it once and neeeever do it again, probably

10. What’s your favorite cereal?
I dont eat cereal anymore so idk

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
depends on the shoe; some i can just slip off, others i HAVE to untie them

12.Do you think you’re a strong person?
Honestly, i dont know. I’ve been told im strong, but i’ve also been told i’m weak (to my face lol) so you tell me??? I want to lean towards yes tho (crying doesn’t make you weak btw, its okay to cry, my fellow crybabies :*)

13. What’s your favorite ice cream?
Neapolitan and rocky road (tho i dont eat ice cream often rip)

14. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

15. What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself?
(why do we have questions like this? promote self love 2k17 PLEASE) If i must answer, it has to be my nose

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?
I have no shoes on (nor socks) and i have light grey pj shorts on

17. What are you listening to right now?
A playlist on classic disney songs (TWO WORLDS ONE FAAAAAMILY)

18. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
not sure, maybe an orange or a pastel yellow

19. Favorite smell?
the smell of a thunderstorm, the faint fragrance of flowers, freshly washed clothes, fruits, the smell of the sea, freshly baked pastries (probs have a lot more i cant think of rn, i love smells)

20. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
my older sister

21. Favorite sport to watch?
don’t watch sports whoops

22. Hair color?
dark brown (but hopefully im dying my bangs soon!)

23. Eye color?
dark brown

24. Do you wear contacts? Nope

25. Favorite food? yes *says the picky eater lol*

26. Scary movies or comedy? horror comedies (in your face question)

27. Last movie you watched? Power rangers (we rented it from redbox so my mom could watch it kukuku)

28: What color shirt are you wearing? red

29. Summer or winter? Fall

30. Hugs or kisses? both make me weak af so, both

31.Book you’re currently reading? none *cries*

32. Who do you miss right now? my older sister

33. What’s on your mouse pad? dont have one

34. What’s the last tv program you watched? THE GOLDEN GIRLS

35. What is the best sound? rain pattering on your windows while you’re warm in bed, listening to my friends laugh, lee jeongmin’s voice

36. Rolling stones or The Beatles? not sure, tho i’ve heard more beatle songs so, the beatles

37. What’s the furthest you’ve ever traveled? Chicago (by CAR)

38. Do you have a special talent? Not really (nothing i consider special ^^;)

39. Where were you born? Mexico

I’m on desktop and its acting wonky with the tagging soooooo i tag everyone who reads all of this! *evil laughter*

Brother, May I?

From this request: Sam x reader / Brother!Dean x reader AU where reader is deans little sister and Sam is another hunter and they meet on a hunt and Dean is protective as hell when Sam and reader show interest in each other but realizes they’re okay together


To say that Dean was protective was an understatement. He’d felt it was his duty to watch after you ever since you were born, a mere four years after Dean. He watched over you, catching you when you fell, kissing your ‘boo-boos’. He was constantly there to help you and make you feel better.

You loved Dean just as much. As soon as you could crawl, you were always going after him. When you woke up from your naps, you would whine and fuss until Dean showed up. You were a feisty little girl and always wanted to run around with him. John had chided the two of you for roughhousing at least once a week.

It was Dean who trained you to hunt, taught you to shoot. He knew that he would follow in his father’s footsteps and couldn’t help but hope you would, too. Over time, Dean saw that you had a mind for education and began to wonder if the hunter’s life was really for you.

The day of your high school graduation was one of the proudest moments for Dean. He clapped and cheered as you crossed that stage. You ran into Dean’s arms as the rest of the class threw their caps in the air, hugging your brother tight.

“Come on,” you said, smiling up at him. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“Join Dad on that werewolf hunt.”

“What? Y/N, we don’t–” Dean stopped, watching you strip the graduation robe off. Your typical flannel and jeans were underneath. “Y/N, come on. It’s the day of your graduation.”

“I know. This finally means I can dedicate all my time to the family business.” You reached down and grabbed Dean’s hand. “Let’s go!”

Dean couldn’t help but smile as you pulled him out of the school.



Dean raised his gun, as did the man with the shaggy brown hair. The two stared each other down.

“You infected?” the man asked, his voice deep, gun trained on the spot in between Dean’s eyes.

“No. You?”

The man shook his head. “Prove it.”

Dean slowly revealed his unbitten skin to the stranger, rolling his sleeves and pant legs up, pulling the hem of his shirt up to his neck, one hand always around the gun. “Now you.”

The man did the same. You rushed around the corner just as the man turned, his abs on display.

“Whoa,” you said, mirroring your brother.

The man dropped his shirt. “Who’s this?”

“My sister. She’s clean, too.” Dean turned to you. “Right?”

You nodded, pulling your eyes away from the stranger’s now covered torso. “I think I saw the zombie heading for the woods.”

“Let’s go.”

The three of you headed off, towards the tree line.

“So, um,” you said, eyes darting to the stranger. “Who’s your new friend?”

“Oh. This is…”

“Sam,” the man said, holding a hand out to you. “Sam Wesson.”

You slipped your hand into his. It was warm and strong, just like your brother’s.

But the sparks you were feeling were new.

Dean also noticed the sparks, the attraction he saw in your eyes and in Sam’s, but he pushed the thought from his mind. He had bigger things to think about at the moment… like the brain-dead zombie who was lurching around ten feet in front of him.


After killing and disposing of the body, the three of you made your way back to the Impala.

“God, I’m starving,” you said, rubbing a hand over your stomach. “Let’s go get food.”

“You stink,” Dean said. “You should shower first.”

“You smell, too. Just go through a drive-thru or something.”

Dean looked over at Sam. “Where are you staying?”

“Oh, um… the Pine motel.”

“No shit. So are we.” Dean tossed his gun into the trunk of the Impala. “Whaddya say we grab some pizza, you grab some beer, meet back at room 17?”

Sam’s eyes darted over to you. “That sounds… great.”

You and Dean sank into the Impala as Sam stepped off toward his car. Dean pulled away, giving the slightest wave to the other hunter.

“So,” he said as he headed for the pizza joint he’d seen earlier. “He was nice.”

“Mmhmm,” you said.

Even in the dark, Dean could see the smile on your face. He knew that you were infatuated with Sam. Dean also had a hunch that Sam liked you.

“Maybe we should ask him to come with us,” you said, staring out of the windshield.

“What? Why? Am I not good enough for you anymore?”

You chuckled and reached over, punching Dean in the arm. “You know no other guy is going to replace you. But you have to admit, Sam was a damn good hunter. He could be an asset to us.”

Dean grunted, pulling into the pizza place. You made a good point but he wasn’t so sure he liked the idea of you and Sam spending too much time together. “What do you want?”

“Meat lovers.”

“That’s my girl.”


You found Sam standing outside of your room when you pulled into the motel.

“Hey,” he said. “I, uh, didn’t know what you liked, so…”

You and Dean glanced down and saw four different six-packs stacked next to Sam’s feet.

“And you were worried he wouldn’t fit in,” you joked, elbowing Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes and unlocked the door. The three of you settled into the room, Dean and Sam sitting at the table, you sitting cross-legged on the bed. During the meal, Dean noticed the eye contact you and Sam were sharing. That protective edge reared up in him, but he tried to swallow it down with beer.

After a while, Sam stood. “I should get going.”

“My brother has something he wants to ask you,” you said.

Dean glared at you before turning to Sam. “Listen… you were good out there. If you maybe wanted to… join us… you could.”

Sam considered. His eyes darted to you before answering. “Sure. Sounds… good.”

“Great. We’ll head out around eight.”

Sam nodded before stepping from the room. Dean watched as you headed into the bathroom before stepping out after Sam.


Sam turned, brow raised.

“If you touch my sister… I’ll end you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting her.”

“That’s not what I said.”

Sam studied Dean. “Right. Look, if you don’t want me to come along…”

Dean shook his head. “No, Y/N is right. We could use you on our side. But it’s just…” Dean sighed. “She’s all I got, man. I’ve been looking out for her her whole life and it’s just…”

The corner of Sam’s mouth raised. “I promise, I won’t hurt her. I won’t let you down.”

Dean nodded, his lips pressed tight. “Right. Well… see you in the morning, then.”

You were standing by the bed when Dean stepped back into the room. “Did you threaten to cut his balls off?”

“No. Why would I do that?”

You moved to Dean, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Dean, you know I love you. But you don’t always have to play the mean older brother.”

“Of course I do.”

Bleach characters, the big bad of Bleach has been Byakuya this whole time! Your reactions?

As requested by captaincrunch. :)

[Hey guys! This is a series!]

Ichigo: Whoa!

 Deja vu!

Ichigo: It’s just like the first arc when Byakuya was working really really hard to…kill his own sister…and threw his lieutenant in jail…and tried to kill me…and was generally a huge asshole…but then we all kinda forgot…

Ichigo: Maybe my habit of making instant friends is a bad thing.

Renji: But Ichigo! The captain explained all that!

Renji: It was just because of those two oaths…and then he decided to keep the one that involved killing his sister…instead of the other one which would have allowed him to protect her…for some reason…and didn’t tell anyone…

Renji: OH MY GOD

Rukia: Guys! Guys!

Rukia: T-this is obviously not true! Remember the first arc? Remember the embodied zanpakuto filler? This is the THIRD time that Nii-sama has seemed evil. Why should we believe it this time?

Kira: He just vowed allegiance to the destruction of all and set a bunch of buildings on fire. He was laughing.

Rukia: He probably has a good reason!

Kira: He’s trying to kill the head captain.

Rukia: A REALLY good reason!

Nemu: I wonder whether the story he told about his wife Hisana was even true.


Kenpachi: Reasons, Shmeasons. Only one thing matters now.

Kenpachi: I finally get to fight that stuffy noble for real! 

Hitsugaya: I-I should have known something was wrong. He stopped wearing his scarf. ALL THE SIGNS WERE THERE

Urahara: Plus, he never liked cats.

Urahara: We really should have known.

Hinamori: But Captain Byakuya has protected Rukia lots and lots of times! He really seems to care about her!

Aizen: Right. Because villains never protect people they “care” about.


Orihime: I-I wonder what happened to him. Was there something in his past? Something that pushed him to this?

Yoruichi: I did steal his hair ties and mock him a lot.

Yoruichi: That’s probably not why.

Yoruichi: Probably. 

Kyoraku: Hm. So this is now the fourth captain who has turned out to be secretly evil.

Kyoraku: Maybe we need a better screening process.

As Nodt: So…does this make me one of the good guys?

Zommari: I knew that guy was too arrogant to be “good” - even among the shinigami.

Rose: This is horrible, of course.

Rose: But also so beautifully symmetrical! Ichigo’s first big enemy - now returned as the last big enemy! A crescendo and a reprise, here in the final arc!

Rose: I mean, really - what could be more beautiful?


Rose: …

Rose: Maybe I should save my thoughts for later.