#annoying/embarrassing baby brother pony I love you

[dallasgallant]

Sandy has been over to the Curtis home a few times, and while Pony may not have fully recognized being into girls yet he does have the “I need to impress her right now or I’ll die” of a boy.

So she just walks in to:

[concreteprints]

Do you take requests? What about Johnny Cade x Soda's twin sister? The gang, especially her brothers, notice something different about Y/N and for whatever ungodly reason they think she likes Steve. Ponyboy is the only one that knows she's in love with Johnny but she's too shy to say anything. (Ponyboy is the only one she told)

Next Time | Johnny Cade x Soda's Twin Sister Word Count: 2029

Warnings: N/A

Notes: I wasn't too sure about this plot but oh well

You’ve had a crush on Johnny Cade for as long as you could remember. He was cute, sweeter than most of the rest of the guys, and quiet too. All traits that you thought made him just so much better than any other guy. Even the ones who you went to school with.

Recently though, your crush has only gotten worse. You’ve been blushing around him, glancing towards him every chance you’ve gotten, and of course you can’t help but daydream about the guy every once in a while. Your brothers quickly picked up on it. How could they not? You were their sister. Your first crush (that they knew about) had to be important. They teased you about it gently, just normal brother stuff, but it wasn’t until one particular day that they realized what was up.

Most of the gang had left and you were sitting on the couch pretending to read some book for school (but really staring at Johnny as he left). Sodapop sat down next to you with a smug look on his face. He always looked a little smug, but today you could clearly tell that he was up to something, though you weren’t quite sure what that was yet.

“So… what’s up with you lately?” He teased.

“What? Nothing!”

“Mhm,” he nodded slightly, unable to stop himself from laughing, “So, Steve, huh?”

You glared at him, but looked confused enough that he decided to clarify. “Oh c’mon Y/N, we all know you gotta crush on him.”

You felt your face heat up violently. A crush on Steve? You couldn’t believe that they would ever even consider that.

Ponyboy couldn’t help but laugh hearing that. He was the only one you actually told, but he had never been the best at keeping secrets. You had just hoped that he had already gotten out of that little brother snitch phase when you’d told him; evidently, he hadn’t.

You still regret the night you told him. As sweet as he was (compared to the rest of the gang), he was still your obnoxious little brother. You couldn’t even be sure he wasn’t going to tell Johnny himself at this point. He had actually threatened it once before. Telling Johnny just so you would get over your crush. Thankfully he hadn’t done it yet, but you could never be too cautious. Not with how much time they spent together.

”Pony!” You shouted with a glare towards him, “I don’t have feelings for Steve- never have, never will.”

“Well…” Sodapop slid closer, “Steve or not. I know you got a crush on someone and I wanna know who that someone is. You’re my baby sister!” Only by a few minutes, you wanted to tell him, but you decided against it. It would only confirm that he was properly annoying you like he seemed to love to do oh so much.

Before you could answer. Well, it wasn’t like you were really gonna tell him anyways. Not now. Darrel came into the room and interrupted the conversation, if it could even be considered one. It felt much more like an interrogation at this point, and a very embarrassing one too, mind you.

“Lay off her. If she likes a boy, that’s her business.” He said, sitting in between you and your twin so that he couldn’t bother you. After telling off Soda, he turned to you, “That being said kid, I gotta meet him before I let him go near you. I’m your big brother. I don’t want you going off on a date with some asshat who doesn’t give a shit about you.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at that, rolling your eyes at him. “Oh come on Dar. There’s a reason I haven’t told him already. It’s not gonna happen.” You replied. At this point you had already accepted it.

Johnny was quiet, skittish, and you didn’t think he’d be willing to date a girl that he didn’t think of as part of the gang. Not with all the stories about cheaters and liars that Dally had told him which could probably be recounted as horror stories with the way he exaggerated. It was disappointing, sure, but you’d accepted it by now. Johnny was just off limits. Both mentally and because he was so close to your brother. That didn’t mean you couldn’t daydream about him, or hangout with him, or even fall asleep wishing he was next to you, your arms around him, instead of your pillow. All it meant was that you had to be realistic. That you had to realize he’d never want more than a friendship.

You heard someone laughing from behind you, which made you realize that Pony was still there. You shook your head, momentarily considering glaring at him again but deciding against it. Pony already knew, no one else needed to. Not in your opinion. Especially not someone as talkative as Soda. He may pretend to hate gossip, but besides for Two-Bit he was the worst at keeping secrets out of the entire gang. If he found out everyone in the city would probably know by the time he came home the next day.

Soda quickly turned to look at him. A smirk evident on his face. “Ohhh, so you know who it is? C’mon, tell me Pony. I swear I won’t tell nobody.” He put his hands up in defense, though mostly as a joke. Everyone knew he had to tell at least someone. Hell, he might’ve already told Steve about the crush he thought you had on him.

“Hmm, who knows? Maybe she does like Steve.” Pony joked, unable to stop himself from laughing.

You wanted to tell him off, assure them all that you didn’t like Steve, that you never would. But in doing that you would only reveal who you actually liked. You couldn’t convince them otherwise if you didn’t tell them the truth. Unfortunately just denying it wouldn’t be any good. For a moment you considered lying. Saying you liked a boy from your school, or one of the other greaser boys they knew, or maybe even Dal, but you were never too great of a liar. They all knew that and they all knew exactly how to catch you lying. That was your least favorite part of being the only girl in a family (and group) full of boys.

“Come on Pony! You know I don’t!”

“So he does know. What does he know that we don’t, Y/N?” Darry asked, turning to you. Unfortunately, in taking on the role of father figure, he also became way too overprotective. Maybe too protective even. You knew you couldn’t tell him. God, if he found out there was a chance that he’d either kill Johnny or thank him for being such a good kid and not one of those jerks. You could never be too sure with him but Johnny was a good kid and one of the better boys out there. He wasn’t like Dallas by any means, who would definitely get you in some sort of trouble if you did like him. Hopefully it wouldn’t go too bad if Darry ever did find out

“Oh nothing! He’s just being annoying.” You insisted, though your face gave you away.

Sodapop tried to push, He peaked out from behind your older brother with his mouth open. Then Darrel quickly stopped him. “Okay okay fine. Crush or not, she’s still our sister. Just lay off her for now. I’m sure she’ll tell us when she’s ready. Won’t you?” He asked, shoving Soda into the sofa gently as he spoke.

You quickly nodded, though still not too excited about the idea of telling them.

As you and Pony were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, he nudged you with his elbow with a smile. “You know he likes you. Just tell him, really. I mean have you seen the way he looks at you? I think he might be in love.”

“Oh come on, don’t be cruel Pony. You know he doesn’t. Has he ever even told you he liked a girl before?”

Despite insisting that Johnny had a crush on you, he had to say no. Johnny had never. There was a time that he was sure Johnny would never like a girl.

Though Ponyboy was much closer to him than the rest of the gang was, personally at least (aside from Dal), you didn’t trust that. Johnny didn’t look at you any sort of way. With how much you stared at him every day, you would’ve noticed if he did. Surely you weren’t that clueless. You couldn’t be.

Thankfully he decided to stop bothering you for the night. You got an alright night of sleep, only waking up once when you thought you heard Pony having another nightmare. It had only been your imagination, but it did take you a bit to calm down again.

Johnny was there again the next day and coincidentally, no one else was. You smiled as you sat down next to him, pulling a blanket towards yourself.

“Oh… hey.” He smiled, though he looked a bit embarrassed. Almost like he had been caught doing something. You didn’t quite understand why.

As you two sat on the couch, you kept glancing towards him. Trying a little desperately to see if he really did look at you a certain way. You barely got the chance to catch him looking, unfortunately. He always seemed to look away the second you turned your head.

You kept debating the pros and cons of asking him out as you sat next to him. There was a chance he would like you, but that wouldn’t mean he would want to go out with you, and what if you lost him as a friend too. Though you didn’t think he would ever break off a friendship because of that.

By the time you had finally started to figure out what you wanted to do, Sodapop was home and bothering you again. He sat himself right down next to you, but looked over at Johnny.

“Oh didn’t you hear Johnny? She likes St-“ You cut him off by elbowing his shoulder.

“I do not!” You insisted, but Sodapop clearly still didn’t believe you.

Despite being so unbelievable, Johnny looked a bit sad at hearing you liked someone. You weren’t sure why. Logically there would only be one reason and you didn’t think that it was possible in Johnny’s situation. Oh poor, sweet Johnny. Maybe he always looked sad and you just hadn’t noticed until right now.

After about half an hour of bothering you, Sodapop decided to go do his own thing. Apparently even annoying his own sister couldn’t be entertaining for too long. Once he was gone, Johnny spoke up again,

“Do you… do you really like Steve?” He asked. Johnny always looked a little like a lost puppy, but at this moment he resembled one even more. You sighed and shook your head, though you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“No, he just likes annoying me , Johnny Cakes. Don’t worry about it.”

You tried to assure him, but unfortunately it didn’t look to be doing too well. He still looked a little skittish. Like he would run at any moment if you said the wrong thing. So you sighed and wrapped an arm around him. “You okay?”

He nodded, but the fact that he didn’t respond verbally gave you all that you needed to know. He was obviously upset about something. You guys talked for a bit longer, but eventually Johnny fell asleep. So you did too, cuddling up next to him on the couch.

When you woke up you saw your younger brother standing above you with a small smirk. Unfortunately you could no longer feel Johnny next to you, you wondered how long you’d been sleeping. “Better luck next time, eh?”

“Shut your mouth Pony.” You said as loud as possible without waking Johnny up. You groaned and threw a pillow at him.

Maybe you would have better luck next time, or maybe there wouldn’t be a next time. You weren’t sure.

[layingwithlay]

Bruce trying to handle His wild child while working:

“DAMIAN PUT THE KNIFE DOWN! my apologies everyone, my son seems to be murderous today”.

Bruce holding Damian down while on video call, everyone can see Damian’s top of the head but nothing else and the struggle Bruce is going through with Dami biting him.

Bruce threatening Dami with his eyes when he sees Damian about to act up.

Bruce holding Damian’s hand, people coo at it thinking Bruce doesn’t want his son to get lost. But the truth is it’s to keep Dami from attacking someone that comes to close.

“Damian, Son I promise if you don’t act up I will buy you a pony”.

Yes, Bruce does bribe his son to do things, other wise he is ignored completely

Damian has like 8 pony’s now and a bunch of new pets.

“If you don’t cooperate with me in some way I will ground you till your 40”.

Damian is lucky he is cute or else Bruce would have sent him to boarding school by now.

Bruce keeps Dami close to him at Galas because his son always ends up attacking some poor person for touching him.

Bruce has to keep his eye on Damian anywhere no matter what he doesn’t trust his son not to embarrass him in some way.

Bruce has lock his door when his kids are home so they don’t come in fighting while he is in a meeting.

Usually Damian is doing something else when Bruce is in a meeting but as soon as someone comes over he is fighting.

Damian’s actually pretty quiet when no one’s around, although he makes up for it by annoying Bruce for things because Alfred ignores him completely.

“Father can You buy me more art supplies?”, “father do you have a pen”, it’s always father this or father that.

It drives Bruce crazy that he was tempted to lock Damian in his room with food and entertainment. But Alfred said that it would prison if he did that.

Bruce was so so so close.

Damian’s always in Bruce’s hair, especially when he is doing something. But as soon as Bruce calls for him to do something. Suddenly he is no where.

Bruce doesn’t have time to even do anything other than W.E, Batman and fathering so he has no actual social life outside of Galas he is forced to attend.

And then on top of all that, he is attempting to date Selina while Dami pouts and complain he should dare Talia.

The only thing good that came out of Talia is Damian, and Bruce knows that.

Damian then decided he wanted a sibling, a younger one. So now Bruce has to deal with Dami pressuring him for a baby sibling.

As much as Bruce would love Dami not to be lonely, and have a sibling he could big brother like his brother he isn’t ready for another one.

Especially a baby.

The face Dami Gave Bruce when he took in Duke.

“You had one job”.

Bruce is pretty content with the kids he has now. He has alot and Damian is just a finishing touch on his master piece.

Even if Damian wants one more sibling.

[jj-scottsbee]

Who’s Loki? (pt. 2)

Part One

Prompt: You're the baby of the team only being 18 years old. You are young and have much to learn, but you can't help but get yourself in mischief.

Warnings: BIG smut, language.

"I invited you to stay for a small while, not to seduce the youngest of us." Thor scolded his younger brother, who had his back against the counter rolling his eyes. "Oh please, she began that," Loki sneered crossing his arms. "Had you waited a moment longer, you would have seen more of a show." "I do not wish to know what you were about to do with young Y/N, but brother I will warn you now...If you make another advance on her or so much as make a suggestive comment towards her, I and the rest of the team will not hesitate in striking you down where you stand." Thor threatened a dangerous look in his eye. Usually, Loki would make a smug remark but decided it would be better to keep quiet. He simply nodded in understanding and that was the last of it. Thor told no one of what he had walked in on and he said nothing else to Loki or you. He had shown Loki to a spare room and shut him in it for the rest of the night, not wanting him to wander about freely. Thor knew Loki understood his threat, but he didn't know the mischief his brother may start when he was not being watched. The next day you woke up, pushing the events of the night before to the back of your mind. You walked anxiously down the hall, scared to face Thor. You feared that he had told the whole tower about the position he had caught you in, but you didn't show your embarrassment. You exited the elevator, now wearing spandex under your big t-shirt. You let out a yawn as you walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. You ignored anyone who stood in the kitchen, searching through the fridge for some fruit. As you picked out a box of strawberries, you shut the fridge only to be met by an all too familiar face. Loki stood, sipping a cup of coffee, a small smirk on his face. You jumped a little at his sudden appearance. "You that desperate for the good-good?" You chuckled, bringing the container to the counter. You watched as he gave you a confused look, not understanding what you meant by 'the good-good'. "I assume you're making some sort of mortal reference to the events of last night? As I would love to engage in that discussion, my dear brother has already threatened my life. You have been deemed off-limits." He spoke nonchalantly, taking another sip of his coffee. He put his back against the fridge, waiting for you to respond. "Sucks to suck," You retorted, biting into a strawberry. You made direct eye contact with the god as your lips folded around the fruit. Your comment and your sudden actions took Loki by surprise, his mind immediately beginning to wander. He began to wonder about how your lips would look wrapped around hi-... he snapped himself from his thoughts. Before he could respond you were already walking away. As days went on, the more you would figure out ways to tease Loki right under the noses of the team. No one, but you and the two gods knew anything of what had taken place between you and Loki, but whether they knew or not they were still protective over you. They didn't leave Loki alone with you often, Thor did his best to always be in the room with you two if no one else was. The flirtatious tone you held in your voice and the small comments you would make towards Loki raised no concern with the team. You had always loved to make people uncomfortable and figured that was what you were doing to Loki. The things that went completely unnoticed by the team, were the small touches you would lay on the raven-haired god. The way you would curve your lips around certain foods, the way you would suck your fingers clean of food, as you stared intensely at Loki. They took no notice to the fact that you always seemed to be next to Loki when you two were in the same room. Even if they did notice your eyes lingering on the younger god, they wrote it off as curiosity or a harmless crush.  As you walked into the kitchen, hot and sweaty from your recent training you were quick to place your eyes on Loki. Once again he stood in the kitchen, with Wanda this time. You saw a chance to tease him, you walked towards the two. You wore only spandex and a sports bra, carrying your water bottle. "Pardon muah," You smiled at Wanda as you shuffled between the two, acting as if you were trying to give Wanda space. You made sure to push your butt out just enough to have it slide across the black jeans that sat on Loki's hips. Your actions going unnoticed by a laughing Wanda as you blew kisses at her when you passed. You walked to the sink and began filling your bottle with water. "How was training?" Wanda started to make conversation with you, as you approached the fridge. "A bitch, but I think my butt may be getting fatter, look," You steadied yourself on the fridge and began bouncing up on your toes, making your butt jiggle, "Imma bounce this ahhs for a rich ass bitch!" You began to yell the song as you began to throw some ass, Wanda threw her head back laughing. The two of you were close in age and you were pretty close friends, so you acting like this was nothing new. However, you knew she wasn't watching you the way he was. You could feel his eyes, admiring your body. You stopped dancing, laughing, as you opened the freezer and grabbed an ice cube. "God, Y/N what a darling you are," Wanda said sarcastically as you rubbed the ice cube on your chest as if you were just trying to cool yourself down. You stuck your tongue out at your friend, rubbing the ice lower and lower, acting as if were simply innocent. As you and Wanda talked a little more, Loki watched as you guided the ice across your skin. He took in the way your spandex hugged you just perfectly, the way your bra exposed just enough of your chest for him to admire. As he stared he could feel himself growing, ideas of what he could do to you when the two of you were alone, ran through his mind. As Wanda and you laughed over something stupid you had said, Loki abruptly excused himself to the bathroom. You smiled as you saw him trying to discretely cover himself. "I gotta go shower, I smell like shit and I need to cleanse myself," You excused yourself and headed towards the elevator, but took a hard left down the hallway instead of going up to your room. You swiftly reached the bathroom, trying the door, you turned the knob and pushed yourself into the smaller room. You put your back against the door as you made sure to lock it, you were greeted by an annoyed Loki. He stood in front of the mirror trying to adjust himself in his tight pants, he held his green sweater up with his other hand. "You are quite evil," He grunted trying to readjust to make the tent in his jeans less obvious. A dangerous smile covered your face as you admired his exposed torso, he was toned and all you wanted to do was run your tongue over his abs. "What's the matter? Something in your pants?" You teased as you walked over to him. You gently grabbed his hands pulling them away from his body, placing them on your hips. You glided your hands over his torso, but he was quick to grab your wrists. "Darling, you're breaking the rules." He whispered as he held your wrists in both of his hands. Every ounce of him screamed at him to spin you around, rip off your spandex and shove himself inside of you, but he argued with his instincts. He took in a deep, uneasy breath trying to settle himself. "I make the rules," You said slyly, as you slipped one wrist from his hand and began to undo his jeans. He willingly let go of your other, letting you get into his pants faster. "You're not off-limits to me." You slipped one of your hands into his pants, grabbing him. Once again he let his head roll back, as you ran your thumb over his second head. A small smirk crept onto your face as Loki fought to keep his hands off you. You knew he wanted you, just as bad you wanted him and the fact that he had been banned from you, made things so much sweeter. You abruptly removed your hand from his pants, buttoning them back up. You quickly moved to unlock the door and pulled it open. Loki looked at you completely confused, you made your way back over to him and quickly told him to crouch. You tore the ponytail from your hair and began to mess with his. Loki utterly confused went to protest but was interrupted by you faking a laugh. He stared in the mirror at you utterly terrified. "What's going on?" Came Steve's voice as he walked into Loki's view in the mirror. Steve looked at the two of you, confused as to what was happening. "What? I'm giving this bad bitch a ponytail, sorry you're not cool enough to have long hair." You said in a matter of fact tone, as you continued to put Loki's hair up into a pony. "You're too old to understand, ask Bucky." Steve stared at you, slightly offended at the fact that you had called him old. You shrugged your shoulders muttering 'I don't make the rules, sorry' as you walked past Steve, leaving him to stare at Loki. Loki still stood crouched down, a low pony resting on his neck. "She's correct you know." Loki agreed, as walked past Steve as well. Leaving the super soldier to mess with his hair in the mirror. You had avoided Loki the rest of the day, purposely of course. Your little bathroom adventure, almost got you two caught...again. You thanked every god you could think of, that you had been able to hear the ding of the elevator. You weren't sure who the footsteps belonged to, but you heard them heading towards the bathroom and you acted quickly. You now sat in your bedroom, laying in a tight tank top and your underwear. You didn't much like clothes and if you could you would walk around every day in your underwear. You flipped through Spotify on your tv, trying to figure out what you wanted to listen to. Since your little touching fest with Loki earlier, you had been damp. In the shower, you had tried to relieve yourself of your needs but were unable too. You had felt how large Loki truly was and now you knew you wouldn't be happy until you had him. You settled for The Weeknd, Wicked Games the first song that began to play as you hit shuffle. You placed your tv remote on your bed stand and laid back. You slowly slid one hand into your underwear, as the other groped the pillow behind your head. Your mind immediately went to Loki, you closed your eyes so you could see his face better. You softly rubbed your bud, thinking of the things you would love him to do to you. Then you quickly dipped a finger inside yourself. You moaned as you pleasured yourself. "Very bold of you to believe your hand is an equivalent to myself," came Loki's voice from the foot of your bed. You gave him a lust-filled smiled, as you kept your exact position. You lay on your back, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head, the other still inside of you, and one leg brought up to give you easier access. "Bold of you to assume you're the one on my mind right now," You stared at him, your hand still slowly moving. You stared at him from your position, as he stood watching you at the end of your bed. You took your eyes off Loki letting out a seductive moan as you arched your back, gripping the pillow harder. "After this, I will be the only one to occupy that mind of yours," Loki growled, in a blink of an eye he had ripped your hand from your underwear and brought both your wrist above your head. You watched him carefully as he knelt back between your legs, pulling his sweater over his head. He then grabbed for your underwear, admiring the wet spot where you had soaked through. "I'd like to see you try," You dared him as he slipped off your underwear, throwing them to the side. He held a dangerous look in his eye, as he grabbed your legs dragging you across the bed so you laid completely flat. "You dare to speak to a god like that," He hissed as he angrily undid his pants. In less than a moment, Loki was hovering over you once again. He took in the way you looked, the way you writhed underneath him, he could feel your need for him. "You like to tease darling, so I shall make you beg." He slowly dipped into the crook of your neck and began kissing, you could feel Loki's length resting on between your legs. You could tell he was big, big enough for you at least. He trailed kisses all over your neck, as one of his hands traced circles on your inner thighs. With each circle, he brought his finger closer to your heat. You could feel yourself dripping by now and you bucked your hips towards his hand. You needed friction, any kind, you just needed something. "Fuck me already," You hissed as you looked him dead in the eye. He looked angry by your outburst as he pulled his hand from between your legs and flipped you over. His brute strength turned you even more. "You want to talk like a dirty whore, then I shall fuck you like one." He raised your hips into the air, as he used one leg to kneel in the bed and the other to stand on the floor. One hand gripped your hip and the other shoved your shoulders into the bed, without a second breath he shoved his way into you. He gave no warning and no time for you to adjust, you screamed in pleasure as he jammed his way into you. "Show me what it really means to be a god," You said breathlessly, as you gripped the blankets of your bed tightly. Loki smiled deviously, as he drove himself in and out of you. You could feel every inch of him inside you, you were a moaning mess. "Take it, you wished for me so deeply and now here I am," He said, "Say my name." You moaned his name, as he gripped your hair, pulling you onto all fours. With one hand in your hair and one on your hip, he pounded into you mercilessly. You could hear his moans as he reached deep into you, he felt every time you squeezed him. He wanted to see your face, he wished to watch you moan as his cock was buried deep in you. He swiftly pulled out and flipped you onto your back once again, once he saw your eyes he pushed himself back into you. Both of your legs sat on each of his shoulders, he kissed your legs as he fucked you. He bent you easily, as he leaned over you, your legs still on his shoulders. You sat with your mouth open staring at him, your face contorting into pleasure-filled ones. You could feel the knot growing in your stomach, it wouldn't be long before you came undone. Loki was so close to undoing you, but the voice of Steve interrupted your moans. Loki was quick to pull out of you dragging you into the bathroom that was connected to your room, you grabbed his clothes as you ran to the bathroom. You shut the door just as Steve knocked 4 times hard and fast and then entered your room. "Y/N?" Steve called, once he saw your empty bed. "I'm in the bathroom what's up," You said trying to calm your breathing, you leaned over the counter top, staring at Loki in the mirror. You watched as an evil smile covered his face, as came up behind you. "I can too put my hair into a ponytail, I admit it doesn't look the best. But it's here." He said in a matter of fact tone, as he sat on the foot of your bed. "I wanted to show you." "Alright, I-I'll meet yOU in the living rooommm," You struggled to speak clearly as Loki slowly pushed himself back into you from behind. Your voice got higher and lower, and it was almost obvious that you practically moaned the word 'room'. You gasped quietly as Loki pushed back into you deathly slow. "I don't wanna make you leave your room, I can just wait. You alright though kid?" Steve questioned as he heard your weird speech pattern, you let out an annoyed breath as Steve offered to stay and wait for you to finish. Loki watched your face as you struggled to talk to Steve, as he slid in and out of you. "Can you just go get someone, I'm not feeling the best." You accidentally yelled the first excuse you could think of. Loki had begun to thrust harder into you, as one of his hands reached around and began to play with your bud. "O-oh, yeah." Steve got worried, thinking something was very wrong. He quickly left the room but stuck his head back in. "Boy or girl, do you need a girl or boy?" He called not sure if he should get Nat, Pepper, or Wanda or Tony, Bruce, or maybe Thor. "Just go!" You yelled as Loki slammed back into you, as Steve's footstep disappeared, Loki slammed into you as fast and hard as he could. You moaned loud as he thrust roughly into you. Both of you were so close to the edge. You leaned over the counter more, laying more over the sink now as Loki repeatedly hit just the right spot. His thrusts became sloppy, but they were still rough. He grabbed your shoulders, giving a few last hard thrust moaning as he buried himself deep inside of you. He held you on his throbbing cock. You came just as he did, contracting around him as you yelled in pleasure. He rode out his high inside of you, your legs shook as he slowly slipped out. He reached over your shoulder, grabbing your jaw and smashing his lips on yours. It was a deep and feeling-filled kiss, but it was quickly interrupted by the bathroom door being kicked in. You grabbed the nearest towel covering yourself as Steve, Bucky, and Sam ran into the bathroom. Loki scrambled to yank his boxers on, managing to do it just in time. "Y/N the girls aren't home I-...." Steve began apologizing, his hair still up in a little makeshift ponytail on top of his head. He looked at the state you were in and then he looked at Loki, who stood only in his boxers. Both of you still breathing hard. "This better be a fucking joke," Thor yelled from behind the 3 other heroes.

[geffenrecords]

killjoys 🔪🔪🔪🔪 now

GSHFNEOFNSLDMDSKDM PELASE

okay oh my god the killjoys i ffucking love them? theyre my ocs now actually gerard way gave them to me bc i asked nicely and also gave them a kiss bc im so nice. /j

but gawd where to start i.....basically made up an entire universe for them in my head bc i cant be assed to read the comics n the canon is soooo inconsistent i can do whatever i want. who's gonna stop me. huh. the publishing company hunts me down and says No. try me.

ummm anyway first and foremost they cannot die......like legit. sing dont exist wdym. it's some real the old guard shit actually 🤨🍷 idk if anyone here has watched tht but Basically the ppl can die but their wounds heal up instantly and they can just keep going [that movie was so sexy i reccomend it] n that's pretty much how i think the killjoys operate? it's a little sadistic tho bc theres really nothing like teens telling you all the graphic ways theyve been maimed and killed only to still b kickin.....no ones sure if the girl shares the same curse/power, and theyre too scared to truly test it.

but yeah they fuck around w it a lot ghoul keeps track of how many times they all die and jets like thats not funny and ghouls like im sorry i cant hear you over my winning streak. he gets to 69 and they have never seen him so happy hes sofucking annoying......but kobra also kinda doesnt take it seriously he purposefully kinda throws ghoul around like a ragdoll just bc he knows he can. to quote myself from one of kyrs and i's various conversations, "youre laughing. ghoul just died and youre laughing, kobra." u know how in the dream theives ronan throws noah off the fucking roof. yeah thats their dynamic.

can the killjoys actually die like in the old guard where they randomly stop healing? who knows? maybe theyll be like this forever, or maybe theyll slow down one day. who's to say they even age. not them.

anyway um on a less edgy note.........as for their backstories.....kobra n party grew up in the city definitely 🤨 no ones sure who stopped taking the pills first the memories are so fuzzy......what they both DO remember is doing hurried things at night like chopping all kobras hair and running as fast as they could into the desert and hiding out till they were found by dr d. i love their dynamic like yeas. party is an annoying whiny bitch who cries and is heartbroken easily and kobra is the human embodiment of B| but they love each other very much.......party holds kobra close when he cries and vise versa and kobra will never forget the things party did to make him feel so safe bc listen. that is their babie brother. they would die for him. kobra is so fragile at first like he'd never admit it but oh.....the way his voice shook when he told party hes a boy n im not going to touch on that for tht long bc that's embarrassing hiiii but kobra is So trans. look at him and tell me that is Not a transmasc as fuck guy. it goes over well tho bc party lives breathes and dies for kobra and their gender is also yes heheheh....... anyway theyre both found by jet and pony one day and dr d kinda takes em in.......theyre v v wary at first n party kind of glares at everyone the whole time and if they get too close to kobra they will Be Violent and kobra just sits very still the whole time but eventually they warm up and become all alive blah bla bla <3

and JET......MY BELOVED............god i love jet <3 which is why i apologize for making them suffer GBDJFNGKDMDKDF. uhm......jet is desert born n shit and they had a fairly large family......quite a few siblings and loving parents that are......no more.....they dont like to talk about it but kobras gotten them to open up a few times and. it's not pretty. jet lived w dr d for a bit.......show pony is like their sibling at this point they have so many inside jokes and jet taught them spanish so theyll whisper and giggle to each other and it's so annoying......they call dr d dad too so true he cries they love each other :-( but yeah jet is so wild like listen. jet is a chaotic mom friend. yall alwaysmake it weird istg but like. jet is very caring and kind bc they had so many siblings so they kind of revert back to that a lil w the others n the girl but also theyre just like. slightly unhinged. they were raided with show fucking pony what did you expect.......jet just disappears n theyre all like !??!?!?!?!!? n then a few minutes later jet calls them like guys. did you know that i can outrun that jackal pack by tommys. theyre so much slower than ithought. and theyre like okay......um........and then they come home with random shit like why do you have the steering wheel of a 1978 car. where did you get that. why. i love them :-) they care for others and spend a lot of time bandaging others up and stuff but also they r kind of......wild.....they have lots of weird stuff abt them and a lot of scars. probably the most out of the four? idk how that all works but i say it can shut up it's my fictional universe and i get to say what happens. also they do the girls hair :-) me n kyrs r big biggg fans of this.......they have similar hair texture and they call the girl all these cute little nicknames in spanish and carry her around all they all like the girl is just Carried around all the time......she is small and holdable what can i sya.......

oh and ghoulll yeassss this bitch........ghoul is also desertborn but hes been on his own for a while.......kobra n party were found pretty early on by show pony n co. but ghoul wasnt found until they were abttttt.........15 or so? and God they were absolutely feral still is but he Bit. so much. he hissed and everything. he just sat in the corner glaring at everyone it took quite a bit of time to actually get him to open up......and he was so paranoid theyd throw him out if he fucked up.....he knocks something off dr d's desk and they find him hiding and crying somewhere and they all hug him and tell him its okay and hes like What.......its more of a subconscious fear now he trusts the others w his life n stuff but like...deep down yknow....anyway he still bites it's mostly to piss off kobra their relationship is.....fun. ghoul brings home wild animals and growls if he wants and kobra is like Die. kobra lives to piss off ghoul oh my god every chance he gets he takes a jab at him pls....ghouls like look at this tiny little bitch i found while holding up a mouse and kobra is like thats what we said when we found you and ghouls like BITCH. DIE. HATE YOU. but they are best friends <3

n um.....last one the GIRLLLLL HELLOOOOOOO.....shes what really solidifies the team tbh like they were starting to really bond and work together she really clicked them all in place they lover her so much oh my god......they all try to give her the childhood they could never have and it's their worst fear soemthing will happen to her or them and they wont be around for her anymore esp party they lie awake thinking about what would happen......and ghoul always tells him theyre all doing the best they can for her and shes clearly happy but still they're so scared.......dr d tells them theyre proud of how theyve raised her and they cry omg......and ALSO. another epic kyrslee hc is that the girl is actually closest w kobra. he takes her out on the motorcycle all the time [he makes her wear the helmet dw] nd shes the only one allowed to call him silly nicknames like kitty or whatever......ghoul tries it and kobra maims him <3 kobra is like here ill kiss ur scrape better and ghouls like wheres my kiss tf.....and kobra covers the girls ears and is like whores dont get kisses. and ghoul is so mad......partys like ill kiss u :] and ghouls like No. Ur Goddam Brother Better Give Me My Fucing Smooch. but yea the girl is their babie they LOVE HER........jet teaches her [and ghoul] to read and it's very sweet and party let's her paint and draw on the walls and compliments her and sticks her drawings up everywhere......they renovated the pantry to be her little room but soemtimes she sleeps in one of their rooms yknow she loves them.....n they lvoe her i cry........

um.......i might stop here this is so long and if i start on the romance n shit this will get unbearable but yes 💖

[mychemicalficrecs]

do you have any longer frikey fics, preferably bottom frank if theres smut

I do have some longer Frank/Mikey stuff, but no guarantee on bottom Frank!

Longer Frank/Mikey

Emotional Brilliance by kopperblaze, 21k, Mature. Toro and Mikey are a good team, Mikey doesn’t get why Brian had to hire someone else. In particular he doesn’t get why Brian had to hire Frank, who knows nothing about Lush products and who's incapable of keeping his mouth shut. Lush!AU. The one where Ray is a skin care expert, Frank is obnoxious, Mikey is annoyed and Pete leaves glittery handprints all over everything.

Gross roomies by turps, 36k, Explicit. Frank loves living with Mikey. Sure, the apartment is a mess, the kitchen's a toxic wasteland, and there's something growing in the refrigerator that's just a day or two away from becoming sentient, but other than those minor inconveniences, it's all cool. Or it is until Mikey decides to embark on a journey of sexual discovery and adventure and Frank's left at home with nothing but the fridge monster for company. To make matters worse, Mikey insists on telling Frank everything he does with his new kinky friends, right down to the tiniest detail. And now suddenly Frank is best friends with his right hand and he can't stop thinking about Mikey in ways he never has before. The really big problem, other than suddenly being in lust with his best friend, is that Frank isn't sure why.

Won't Know 'til You Begin by knight_tracer, Sena, 24k, Explicit. In which Frank is an accidental pervert, Mikey sleeps with Fabio, Gerard is much too sincere when talking about pain sluts, Ray is terrible with women and great with guitars, and Otter's got really bad taste in music. Alternately, the one where Frank realizes he has a thing for Mikey, Mikey realizes he has a thing for guys, and they're both adorably stupid failboats.

On Air by ladyfoxxx, 15k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank's a radio DJ at an alternative station, spinning punk tracks and talking shit. When he gets handed the most popular show at the station to host, his first guests are independent horror filmmakers Gerard and Mikey Way.

Standing on a Planet that's Evolving and Revolving by Green, 13k, Explicit. The evolution of Frank Iero, age 15.

Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room by Femme (femmequixotic), 15k, Explicit. Frank wants to touch Mikey, to slide his fingers across the sharp angle of his cheek just below his glasses, to drag his thumb along the curve of his bottom lip, to smooth his palm down Mikey's long throat.

What Dreams May Come by sperrywink, 15k, Explicit. His career in music derailed, Frank never met the other guys in My Chemical Romance. A silly tale of teleportation.

a scent and a sound by mwestbelle, 15k, Explicit. In an urban fantasy world where werewolves can't hold a decent job and no roommate wants them, werewolf Frank is looking for an apartment. He finds one with Mikey Way.

Heart Wrapped in Clover by Sena, 19k, Explicit. Everbody's got their not-so-secret secrets on tour. When you live out of a van, you just can't help but notice things that you shouldn't talk about if you don't want to embarrass your friends or start a fight. Frank wishes sometimes they talked about things, though, because he's dying to ask if anybody else has noticed that sometimes, Mikey wears panties.

Tints Verse by turps, 65k, Mature. A MCR AU where Ray has his own gardening firm, and one day he does a job for the Ways.

We Used To Be Friends by ladyfoxxx, 50k, Explicit. "You and me, right Mikes?" "Yeah, fuck everybody else." Best friends since high school, if Frank could've chosen a brother, he'd pick Mikey. Then Mikey became a rock star and Frank... didn't. After years of radio silence, Mikey steps onto a stage in Jersey and back into Frank's life. (Or, the one where Frank is a school teacher and Mikey plays rhythm in The Used.)

And the Painted Ponies by turps, 35k, Mature. After years of struggling to be taken seriously as a bodyguard, Frank Iero is finally well established. He loves his boss, Ray, he loves his job, and he prides himself on his professionalism. But then he's assigned to be the personal bodyguard of Mikey Way. Mikey Way, aka Roboboy, is a successful high fashion model. Loved by designers and the public alike for his trademark lack of emotion, but mocked by the tabloid press for the exact same reason. Mikey is someone that Frank's sure he'll hate. Except it doesn't work out that way. In fact, it doesn't take long before Frank discovers he really likes Mikey. Maybe too much.

Better Than A Paid Life by gala_apples, 15k, Explicit. Gerard and Mikey Way are the Killjoys, a motorbaby duo. That is, until their car gets wrecked in a battle and the dashboard accessory of their new Trans Am is an ex-Companion with a mission.

Crash by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), 26k, Explicit. In a future version of Seattle, Frank Iero's a lot of things: bike messenger, cage fighter, sometimes thief, Ray Toro's roommate. Mikey Way's also a lot of things: record label owner, co-heir to his grandmother's fortune, younger brother. Neither are normal. But they don't know just how far each other's abnormalities go until Frank's past and a secret of Mikey's unexpectedly shove together. (Dark Angel AU.)

Sound Tracking by turps, 46k, Mature. The beat is muted, almost non-existent, and the loss hits Bob hard. He's used to living his life in a constant thrum of sound, sensing those around him, the rhythm of the universe a constant companion, but here there's almost nothing. He can feel the sound that's been pulling him for weeks now, but little else. This place is dead, almost silent, and Bob aches with the feeling of being cast into nothingness. A MCR - Bob and Gerard centric space AU where Gerard's band has been taken from him and Bob helps find them. Also features FOB, especially Pete.

Drink Cider From a Lemon by turps, 20k, General Audiences. A story about friendship, love and building your own kind of home.

Mikey Way and the Quest for the Stone by Roxy_palace, 29k, Explicit. “I’m in Colombia!” Mikey said, raising his voice over the crackle of a poor connection. “No. no, no, no, no,” James wailed. Mikey could really relate to his disbelief. He couldn't believe he was in mother fucking Colombia either.

Below the Trees, Which Are Below the Stars by alpheratz, 38k, Explicit. In the mid-1920s, Gerard and Mikey moved to France - Gerard to pursue art, Mikey because he couldn't stay behind. Now, it's 1930, and Mikey's become an airmail pilot, flying the mail route to Dakar with his navigator Frank. For a long time, the only rough thing about Mikey's life was the strain on his and Gerard's soulbond when Mikey was away, but his growing feelings for Frank and the arrival of Frank's old friend Ray could change everything.

Food of Love by Lucifuge5, 12k, Teen And Up Audiences. Ever since it re-opened, Frank's been "Sweet Nothings"'s number one customer. That he harbors a gigantic crush on one of the owners is something that he's kept to himself for the most part (Ray will never tell a soul.) It's not until he strikes a friendship with the older brother of the object of his affection that he 'fesses up. Moved by Frank's pining, Gerard promises to help Frank woo Mikey. Complications arise when Gerard's "helpful advice" is anything but. Will Frank be successful in his courtship or are his chances to win Mikey's heart as ruined as a burnt cupcake?

You Only Hear The Music (When Your Heart Begins To Break) by Acadjonne, 28k, Mature. Mikey and Frank have known each other for years. They're roommates, and best friends. They're also friends with benefits. The arrangement is casual, and it suits them both. Somewhere along the way, Mikey develops feelings for Frank, but he pushes them aside. They aren't important, he'll be fine. Or, Mikey is fine, until he somehow ends up pregnant a year into this thing with Frank, and all of a sudden, he's got more to deal with than just how long he'll be able to hide his feelings for Frank or how the hell he's supposed to afford his transition.

Give Me A Reason To Believe (Failboats In Love) by Acadjonne, 14k, Teen And Up Audiences. On the night of October 31st, Linda and Frank Iero welcome a baby boy into their family. He weighs six pounds, four ounces, and is nineteen inches long. They give him a family name, and he becomes the third Iero man to bear the name of Frank. A year later, on All Hallow's Eve, a sleeping baby is taken from his crib and replaced with a fake. The babe will later be taken from the hands of the goblin that stole him, and he will be raised by two rowan treefolk, a house brownie, and some pixies. ----- When Ray walks down the stairs to the Way family basement, the last thing Mikey expects to see is a scrappy and long-haired form following behind him. But as he later finds out, Frank is almost always unexpected in the best of ways, the rest of the world be damned.

Death's Muse by TheFratelliEffect, 53k [WIP], Mature. Lonely and depressed, Mikey Way is battling through the drab years that immediately follow college. Struggling to make a living as an artist, Mikey has became a battered down, quiet introvert whom wants nothing to do with the abusive romance he is unwillingly involved in. On a cold winter morning, the starving artist is confronted with the opportunity to paint Frank Iero, the Midnight Falls' elusive, young doctor, which he takes up immediately. Love and lust ensure as the story opens on the painter as he meets his muse.

Gallons Of The Stuff by MCRmyGeneral, 20k, Explicit. Frank has been amused by blood for as long as he can remember. When he was a child, it was a simple fascination; the way it felt on his hands, the way it looked dripping to the floor, the way it smelled. But as he grew older, that simple fascination morphed into a daring lust. Blood no longer amused him, now it turned him on. Frank has never intentionally hurt someone just to see their blood. He just takes what he can get whenever an accident happens. But when Mikey is hurt bad, Frank discovers how hard it is to keep his hands, and thoughts, to himself. He loves Mikey, he has for a long time. But now, he finds his silence so much harder to keep. He has two choices: either tell Mikey how he feels, about him and his blood, and risk scaring him away, or keep quiet, and never let the man know how much he means to him. Whatever he chooses, he knows that someone will get hurt.

[freakie-deakie]

Hyunjin // If We Let Go (Part 2)

Guys oh my gosh I didn't think you were gonna like the first part so much and all the positive responses made me so happy I just 😭🙏❤️💕💓💞 tyty I love you all sm

Okay so this was originally a one shot, but I decided to make it into a mini series. I feel like this chapter is a little slow, but I've already started on the next one I promise it gets more exciting. I hope you enjoy it~💕

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Hyunjin x Reader (angst mini series // 3k words)

There was a soft knock at his door, drawing Jeongin's attention back to the outside world after several hours of appreciated solitary confinement. It felt nice for him to blow off some steam through listening to music and napping in his familiar area. His roommates didn't even bother him, which felt like a rare blessing that grew from roots of pity, but he'd take solace in quietness wherever he could find it.

"Do you..." Chan's voice faded away as he gathered his thoughts. "Do you wanna talk about it?" he tried. "I made breakfast for us."

Bang Chan didn't make breakfast for everyone in the shared apartment. Part of him wanted to, and to have everyone eat together when morning came, thinking maybe it would dispell some tension between his teammates. The other part of him knew that it wouldn't work. Even if he had cooked for eight, Felix having been absent and at your aid, many of the members didn't want to look at each other after the bomb had been so casually dropped into yesterday's conversation.

Jeongin's refreshing period of isolation was probably the only reason he didn't get instantly defensive, yet it still hadn't drained his habit of sarcastically shrugging off serious situations.

"You mean about how I totally embarrassed myself and let everyone know about my crush on my friend's ex?" He laughed bitterly. "Thanks hyung, but I'm good."

A sigh could be heard through the thin wood that separated them. "I'm gonna come in," Chan spoke softly.

Before he could even jiggle the door handle, the youngest was already out of bed and holding the door shut. "Hyung, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to forget it."

"Let's talk for just a minute," Chan bargained. "Please."

There was a moment if silence and contemplation on both sides of the door. It was so fragile that it was eventually broken by only a soft huff and a click, the younger swiftly opening the door, pulling his older brother inside, and closing it once more.

"Felix is gonna stay with Y/N until things settle down a little bit but-" Chan cut himself off when he saw Jeongin's eyes start to squint to hold back tears. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He was quickly at his side, pulling his head to his shoulder in a masculine attempt of comfort. The other could have cared less about his masculinity at that moment as he wrapped his arms around his hyung's torso as tightly as his unsteady muscles could let him hold on to someone.

"How could someone be so cruel?" he begged the answer. "And why did I have to say that? I kept it a secret for so long, why did I have to say it at the worst time, in front of everyone?"

Chan held the back of the younger's head, wrapping his spare arm around him to pat his back. "I don't know what they were thinking, honestly."

"I really like her," Jeongin confessed. "I want her to be happy. Why are they so unfair to her? And she'll never know how unfair they've been. It's not fair," he cried, pushing his face harder into the other's shoulder, focusing on trying to keep his breathing under control. Chan mentally noted that Jeongin was still unaware that Y/N had heard the majority of the conversation that took place as he had stormed off before they'd detected her presence.

"I know," Chan soothed, running his hand over the baby hairs at the base of Jeongin's neck. "I know."

•

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bacy," Felix taunted, moving the plate of fresh cooked breakfast foods under your nose, approximately half of your body being draped off the side of your cramped couch. He shook you lightly, trying once more. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty~"

Your eyes fluttered open, still feeling heavy and bound by the seal of dried tears. "You're too good to me," you croaked, slowly sitting up and taking in your surroundings.

"Someone has to be," he commented sideways. There was a small pause before you both broke out into a series of awkward chuckles. "Too soon?"

"Too soon," you agreed.

"Aish, I'm sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood a bit." He put your plate in your lap and went to fetch his own.

When he sat down, he slowly placed a bite of egg in his mouth, eyeing every one of your movements closely as you ate, acting as if he expected you to break down at any moment. He wanted to talk, hoping venting would help you, but he had no idea how to start a conversation about-

"Maybe I'll just become a lesbian," you stated simply, popping a grape in your mouth.

He choked on his bite, holding a hand to the base of his throat and coughing. 'I guess that's one way to do it.'

"I mean, I find girls attractive. Like, maybe not as in I'm attracted to them, but I'm not blind. Who knows, maybe I'll end up gay? Women seem so much easier. Like, I know what a girl wants, 'cause I am one. I don't know how to play my cards with guys. I don't understand how much care I can give them before it hurts their stupid dick-pride, or how much care I can ask for before I get annoying and needy-"

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there." He glared at you from your side. He knew you had a tendency to hide your feelings with twisted humor, laced with self depreciation. "You're not annoying or needy. You just had a bad apple for a boyfriend."

You sighed, laughing with void emotion. "I don't know.. I don't wanna dwell on this."

"It hasn't even been a day. No one will judge you if you take some time to heal-"

"I've had plenty of time. Time is a virtue. In the time I've had, I decided I want to forget everything. Close a chapter, get a fresh start."

"You've literally been awake for like two minutes."

"And in those two minutes I decided to become a lesbian and not care that giving someone four months of my undivided love and attention was only for a bet because my significant other was actually repulsed by me. Look at me, gettin' on with my life."

"Look, Hyunj-" he stopped himself when he saw your eyes flicker with petty anger. "The guy was undeniably a brainless dick, but like you said, up his. So now, self-care. And self-care starts with talking out the things you need to talk out to prevent bottling. I know this because I watched a lot of Dr. Phill."

You poked his leg with your fork, earning a yelp. "I'm not bottling, I'm just being the bigger person and letting go."

You both ate in silence until your brain formulated another question. You were about to ask, but Felix confessed before he even knew you were on the same page.

"By the way, I had to pick your lock last night. I got the door open, low-key might have broken your handle though. Someone is bringing your purse later."

You eyed him with such false disgust that he gave you one of his own biscuits as an apology.

You laughed lightly, putting it back on his plate and standing, done with your own. You dropped it off by your sink and rewrapped yourself in your comforter.

Felix finished eating just in enough time to move his plate from his lap to the coffee table and allow you to take its place.

"I don't wanna cry on you," you chuckled, tears coming back to your eyes. "I don't wanna be weak; but if you don't leave, I'm going to."

Yet again, Felix tried another not-well-timed joke to sooth you. "Well you just laid on me, fatty. I don't really have an option now, do I?" More tears threatened to spill from your eyes at that. You buried your face in his chest, a small sniffle escaping you. "I'm sorry, that was mean. And it's not true, you're beautiful and I want you to cry on me."

"Do you think that's why he didn't like me? Because I'm-"

"Don't you even call yourself fat." He looked down at you, his hand that wasn't holding you up and rubbing your back threatening to flick your forehead. "Or clingy, or needy. Sure, you sometimes one-eighty your emotions, but that's part of your perfection. You're perfect; it's that dick that needs some serious readjustments."

You softly hit his chest, chuckling to yourself as your face continued to become a fully functioning water park. "Shh, this ain't about your opinions. Just let me rant." He removed your hand from his chest and held it, his thumb running over the back of it.

"I want you to rant in a healthy way then. No self deprecation, understand?" You pitifully nodded, wiping at your eyes until the skin of your cheeks was raw.

"I don't wanna do this. I'm not good with talking through actual emotions. Can we just go lay in bed and watch movies? I think I wanna call in sick today anyways."

He gave you a couple of minutes to calm down before lifting you and stumbling to your bedroom. He plopped you on the bed and moved to get your laptop. "The Lion King, Frozen, The Lone Ranger? What are you in the mood for."

"Fifty Shades," you said just to tip him off.

"My Little Pony it is."

•

The first thing Hyunjin did when he got up was stretch and check his messages out of habit. But there were none.

On any normal day, the group chat would have been being spammed with the names of Spanish foods beginning with letters A through Z, or an argument about which horse breed is the best. If not that, there was always your message waiting in his in-box. Today, there was nothing.

His room was empty, too. He figured his roommates had probably crashed with someone else.

He rolled out of his bed, slipping his feet into his slippers and straightening his pajama-bottoms. Scratching the back of his neck, he padded down the hallway and into the kitchen. There was nobody.

Everything was eerily quiet.

He found two plates of food on the stove top, but as no one in the dorms had ever made breakfast for all of them, he knew their owners would return for them soon. He poured himself cereal and sat at the counter.

Low and behold, he was right. As he scrolled through media pages on his phone, two bodies joined him in the kitchen. One, the baby of the group with tears running down his face, his red puffy eyes being more than enough to make Hyunjin freeze and rest his spoon in his bowl and phone on the counter. Neither, though both noticing his presence, decided to acknowledge him.

"Jeongin.." Hyunjin tried. The maknae didn't turn to him, taking his plate from Chan and heading towards the door, the leader right behind him. "Jeongin, what's wrong?"

"Screw off, hyung."

Being the responsible figure in loco parentis, Chan obviously wasn't in support of his members fighting. Tension only made everything more horrible, from tight living conditions to an already stressful work environment. At the same time, he felt Hyunjin deserved to hear those words. He still deeply cared about him, and didn't want him to think badly of himself, but he wasn't against someone telling him to reevaluate himself.

Hyunjin received the silent treatment from the majority of his members all week. Others involved in the scandal hid away in their rooms most of the time. Felix had come home, but refused to sleep in the same room as Jisung, opting to sleep in the couch instead. You hadn't reached out to any of them since you kicked Felix out of your apartment so you could cry in peace. Most of you found yourselves drowning in work to avoid the problem that resided between you all.

All lines of communication were too quiet. Not even the members texted each other. Social silence.

And so, for the third time, Felix finds himself picking the lock on your door. A sigh of relief fell off his lips when a soft click and low creek alerted him that he now had safe entry.

He slipped inside, passing the kitchenette and into the living area. He found you sprawled out on the sofa, catching Z's while anime played in the background.

Upon further investigation, he discovered your bed made, not a wrinkle in it's sheets, and two empty boxes of microwavable popcorn. The trashcan was overflowing with butter lined bags that smelled of (favorite seasoning), the smell so far past being intensely olfactible that he gagged.

There weren't any used dishes laying around, aside from the mug of a suspicious liquid on the coffee table in front of you and the half eaten bowl of popcorn ready to slip out of your grasp.

On your work desk sat a completed stack of papers that stood impossibly high for a stack of papers. 'She's overworking herself.'

He shook his head, closing the door and making his way back towards the entrance to your kitchen. He was going to break your unhealthy food cycle that consisted of popcorn and what he assumed to be some sort of caffeine. He started at an ungodly hour, seeing as he was going to be cooking for a decently large group of people.

--a few hours--

When you woke up, you didn't even clock the other people in your house. You pulled yourself off of the couch and slumped to the bathroom.

"Wow, she looks like death," Changbin commented to the boy at his side who sipped his coffee and nodded.

When you finished your business, you washed your hands and looked in the mirror. Your hair was distraught, clothes disheveled, and skin under the attack of a light break out.

Groaning, you turned on the shower to let it heat up and ungraceful stumbled out to turn on the coffee machine. It wasn't until you had passed them and noticed the already made coffee that you noticed the six boys who resided in your kitchen and were watching every one of your movements closely.

Changbin and Chan sat at your island bar, Jeongin leaning most of his weight on the prior. Woojin stood by the cabinets, and Seungmin leaned in the fake marble countertop. The artificial ginger with the thick accent stood over the stove, a spatula hovering above the scrambled eggs.

You all looked at each other.

Silence.

Awkward silence.

"Well, uhm," you started, trying to gather your thoughts before your mouth ran off and left you behind. At least, you tried to but all you could really process was the fact that you looked like an absolute mess and you had no idea why there were people in your apartment. "Since you already started the coffee, I guess I'm gonna hit the shower," you said quietly, holding up a peace sign and backing out of the open space.

When you returned, everyone ate in uncomfortable banter, most of which was praising Felix for his cooking skills. Finally, you got around to asking, "So why are you guys here?"

They looked at one another with confusion. "You sent us all messages last night telling us to visit you today," voiced the leader. Felix's mouth stretched into a wide, impossibly-missed grin.

"You little snake," you said, narrowing your eyes at the boy who sat across from you. "I gave you my phone password for emergencies! How did you even get my- Did you break into my house again?"

"This was an emergency," he whined. "We miss you! We want to make you happy. And you needed to eat something that wasn't junk food."

You huffed, sticking another bite in your mouth. "You're such a worrywart. I'm fine."

"Y/N," Changbin cut in, "we're never gonna stop worrying about you."

Breakfast continued, eventually falling into more inviting idle chat about anything and everything that was not involving the tree people who were missing from the crowd. Afterwards, four of the boys excused themselves for work.

"Jeongin, Felix, it's cool if you two want to stay or go home since you recorded your parts yesterday."

You chuckled at the hard working men standing by your door. "You guys really still have to work on your days off?"

Chan sent a wink in your direction. "We'll sleep when we're dead, babygirl. Don't worry about us."

"Speak for yourself, hyung. I need my naps," Seungmin butted in.

"We're off to the studio if you need anything," Woojin restated before walking his children out the door.

You played video games for a while with the two that were left. After a while, you ended up just watching them because you were still moderately tired from pulling late nights. Work had been drowning recently, but it made for a good escape, almost convincing you to stop swimming away from it. Almost convincing you to sink.

A couple of weeks went by like that. Working, working, working, spending time with Felix, working, working, spending time with Jeongin, working, working, being occasionally visited or checked in on by one of your friends that didn't stab you in the back, working, working, and more working.

You unintentionally used work as a way to distance yourself from everyone. You voluntarily let your job as a(n) (occupation) consume you. You didn't have time to worry about your boys, or boys in general. You didn't have time to remember that you loved someone who had bet against you or that one of his best friends had admitted to liking you in the fire of the moment.

It felt like heaven to have none of that be relevant anymore.

But it was more than relevant to Hyunjin, who was now missing a surprisingly large piece of his day.

You.

Even he couldn't believe how long it took him to come around to the idea that you were important to him.

[cristinablackthornkingson]

Shadowhunters Short Story #48. Teenage Haline babies.

It is a mild spring morning in May of 228 and The Los Angeles Institute is filled with the sound of arguing. Helen and Aline are sitting at the kitchen table with Emma and Julian who have come to visit, paying hardly any attention to the shouting and screaming. Their two children, Ivy and Andrew are always fighting and bickering, just as Helen and her siblings fought when they were younger. Ivy is the elder by 2 years, she is Helen’s biological daughter, 16 years ago she was conceived via IVF. Andrew is 14 and was adopted at birth

. Despite their fighting, Andrew and Ivy are actually very close and protective of one another, though Ivy will torture her brother, the minute she sees someone else picking on him, she will fly into defensive older sister mode, just like Helen.

Last night after Ivy and Andrew had gone to bed, Emma and Julian had called around to visit and ended up staying the night. They have two children themselves, Eleanor and Jonathan who are just a few years younger than Ivy and Andrew, and Emma is currently pregnant with their third child. 

“Do they always fight like this?” Emma asks in an amused tone, shifting in her seat. Eleanor and Jonathan fought sometimes but not very much, usually their arguments were just Eleanor shouting at her brother to stop following her everywhere. Ever since he was born 10 years ago, Jonathan has clung to his sister and followed her everywhere. At first Eleanor didn’t mind, but now that she’s getting older and growing up, she finds it annoying and embarrassing, Emma and Julian are certain though that the arrival of the new baby will calm Eleanor down and make her less angry toward her little brother.   

“This is nothing compared to usual, and it’s the first fight they’ve had in almost two weeks.” Aline says in a nonchalant tone. She and Helen are use to their children’s arguments, they usually calm down in a few hours and forget all about their argument. 

Just then they hear footsteps on the stairs and a few seconds later Ivy bursts into the room with Andrew not far behind her. 

“Mom, mama, Andrew_ Uncle Jules! Aunt Emma!” Ivy breaks off, her blue-green Blackthorn eyes lighting up in delight when she sees her Aunt and Uncle. 

“What about Andrew?” Helen calmly asks, as Ivy embraces her aunt and uncle. 

“He wants to come to Devon with me today to train with Cordelia.” Ivy says in a tone of anger, as if this is the most heinous crime ever committed. 

“Oh how very dare he.” Aline dryly says, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“I don’t want to train with you and Cordelia, I just want to portal there with you, me and Will are going to Faerie to see Uncle Mark, Uncle Kieran and Aunt Cristina, Uncle Kieran and Uncle Mark are going to let us ride their horses and then we’re going to see grandpa Gwyn and nana Diana.” Andrew hurriedly explains.

“Why can’t Will come here and then you go to Faerie from here?” Ivy asks her brother. 

“It makes more sense for me to go to him, since you’re already going to Devon, I’ll leave you alone the minute we get there, I promise!” Andrew says, begging his sister with his eyes, to let him go with her. 

“This is the most ridiculous argument I’ve ever heard.” Emma quietly says to Julian, in an amused tone. Julian laughs lightly and says 

“I dunno, once Mark and I had a fight because he didn’t want to be in the same room as me, he said it was because my face was annoying.” 

“Ivy you’re just being petty, Andrew isn’t trying to interrupt your time with Cordelia, we all know how well you two work together and how important it is for you both to train with only each other, you and Cordelia will be going with Jem straight to the London Institute and Will and Andrew will be staying with Tessa to wait for Cristina to take them to Faerie, anymore fighting and you can forget about going on a tour of The Scholomonce with your Uncle Ty next week.” Aline firmly says. “Understood?”

“Yes mom.” Ivy quietly says in a subdued tone. She knew there is no point in arguing with her mom, she is relentless and never gives in and never puts up with their fighting.

Half an hour later, Ivy steps out of the portal into the Carstairs’ living room, with Andrew right behind her. Cordelia and Will along with Tessa are already waiting, in the living room.

“Cordy can we swap siblings? Andrew is such a pain.” Ivy lightly says, greeting her friend with a hug.

“You can’t have Kit, but by all means you can have Jade and Will, especially Will.” Cordelia says in an amused tone, making a face at her little brother over her best friend's shoulder. 

“Leave him alone Delia.” Kit says, walking into the room and putting his arm around his little brother. 

“Yes Prince Christopher.” Cordelia mockingly says, smirking at her older brother, who she always teases about his royal heritage. 

“You know technically you’re royalty too Cordelia, your grandfather on mum’s side is a prince of hell, so technically that makes you a princess, I could start calling you Princess Cordelia.” Kit retorts, returning his sister’s smug smile. Instantly the smile drops from Cordelia’s face and she turns to her father, who has just walked into the room. 

“Can we go now dad?” She asks, eager to get to the training room and spend some time with Ivy, who she has a very important question for. 

“Have you got everything?” Jem asks, knowing how forgetful his eldest daughter can be. 

Cordelia nods enthusiastically and says 

“Yeah, and Emma said she’ll meet us in London and let me use Cortana for a while!” Emma and Jem had explained all about the family heirloom to Cordelia and the other two, and told Cordelia that she may one day inherit Cortana, and ever since then she has been itching to get her hands on the sword and try it out.

“Alright then, come on.”

An hour later Cordelia and Ivy are on their own in the training room, working on target practice. Jem brought some gifts for Emma’s new baby, and they are currently downstairs looking through them. 

“Ivy... can I talk to you for a bit?” Cordelia quietly asks, as her dagger lands right on target. 

“Sure, is everything okay?” Ivy asks, brushing her blonde hair back and turning to look at her friend. 

“Yeah fine. I-I don’t really know how to go about this but well... we work so well together and I always feel better and stronger when you’re around, you’re my best friend and I couldn’t cope without you. Ivy I want to be parabatia.” Cordelia hurriedly says in a panicked tone, fearful that Ivy won’t want to be parabatia with her. Maybe she wants to go to the Scholomonce like her Uncle Ty, who Cordelia’s brother Kit is married to. 

Ivy’s jaw drops open and she can’t help but stare at Cordelia in disbelief. Being Parabatia  is a massive deal and commitment, it is not something to take lightly. Ivy’s Uncle Jules and Aunt Emma had been parabatia and then fallen in love and were almost killed by the parabatia curse. Not that Ivy is in love with Cordelia, or thinks she ever will be, but it’s still a big deal.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Cordelia quietly says, her gaze flickering from Ivy to the floor. 

“I... no Cordy of course I want to be parabatia, it’s just... such a big deal, we both know that.” Ivy gently says, grabbing her friend’s hands. 

“I know but I listen to my dad’s stories about my Uncle Will and how amazing it was for them, and I see Uncle Jace and Uncle Alec together and Aunt Clary and Uncle Simon, that bond and love is just so amazing and unbelievable and something I want more than anything. But I only want it with you Ivy, and this is my last year of being able to have a parabatia, I’ll be nineteen in April, so I had to ask you now.” Cordelia explains, looking at her friend with wide brown eyes full of hope.

“Are you sure about this?” Ivy quietly asks, silently fearing that maybe Cordelia is only asking her because in a few months she’ll be past the cut off age for having a parabatia. 

“Yes absolutely, I’ve thought long and hard about it and talked about it with dad, I’m sure about this.” Cordelia firmly says. 

Ivy grins widely at her friend and grabs her into a tight embrace. 

“Then yes, yes of course I’ll be your parabatia.” 

*That evening*

It is now 6 O’Clock in the evening, and Helen and Aline are sitting alone in the kitchen after tidying up after dinner. They often sit and talk with each other in the evenings, when Ivy and Andrew are usually in their rooms doing their own thing. 

“It all feels so surreal, when we were on Wrangle Island all those years ago I never thought we’d get to have a beautiful life like this, before Alec became Consul and we were allowed to come back to LA, I was always so terrified that if we tried to have a baby, one way or another, The Clave would stop us, Ivy and Andrew are miracles, my beautiful miracles.” Helen quietly says in a tearful tone, gripping her wife’s hand tightly. Sometimes she still has to convince herself that this is all real, she’s back in LA with all her siblings around her, her wife at her side and two beautiful and amazing children to call her own.

“I know love, I hated seeing you so miserable and upset, if I could get my hands on the little bastards who decided to exile you...” Aline says in a tone of anger, rage bubbling up in her chest at the thoughts of The Cohort and the other idiots who agreed to The Cold Peace and sentenced Helen to exile, only allowed her to get married in Idris if she agreed to be paraded around The Academy like a Show Pony and talk dirt about her birth mother, who she has hardly any memories of. 

“Aline my love let go of that anger, it does you no good to hold on to it, we have a beautiful and amazing life now, we don’t need to think about all that now.” Helen softly says, rubbing her wife’s back soothingly. 

“Mom, mama is everything okay?” A soft, familiar voice asks in a concerned tone, from the doorway. They look up to see Ivy standing in the doorway looking concerned, with Andrew lingering behind her. 

“Hi babies, everything’s fine, your mom and I were just talking about my exile during The Cold Peace and it still makes us angry and upset. Are you guys okay?” Helen calmly asks, as Andrew and Ivy come in and sit beside their parents. 

“Yeah it’s just... well I was wondering if you could tell me about my dad.” Ivy quietly says in a hopeful tone. 

“I’m afraid there’s not much to tell you about babe, your father was an anonymous sperm donor, we kept the information his file gave us, but it’s not very much.” Aline gently explains, not wanting to upset her daughter. 

“Oh, well can I have that little bit of information you have? I’d like to know something about him, anything.” Ivy warily asks. 

“Of course sweetheart, that’s why we kept it, we knew you’d likely ask about him at some stage.” Helen lovingly says, brushing her daughter’s hair back from her face. 

“Do you know anything about my birth parents?” Andrew quietly asks. 

“I’m afraid not baby, when we adopted you we were told that your birth parents wanted a closed adoption, we didn’t mind, we just wanted you so badly and loved you so much. Though once you’re over 18 you can legally seek them out, and we will help if that’s what you want.” Helen explains, hoping that Andrew won’t be angry or upset. 

“Maybe, but you and mom are my parents, always have been and always will be, you’re the ones who raised me and loved me all my life, that’s what matters to me.” Andrew firmly says. Ivy nods her agreement. 

“I agree, I don’t really care about knowing my dad, I’m just curious about him. You guys are my parents, I don’t need a dad, never had, I have the two best moms in the world, I’m really lucky to be your daughter.” Tears of joy well in Helen’s eyes and she pulls her daughter and son into a tight hug.

“Oh my babies, I love you so much and I am so so proud of you, Ivy you said that you’re lucky to be our daughter but believe me, we are the lucky ones, to have you two as our children.” Helen says in a tight tone. 

“Your mama’s right, we are the luckiest people alive to have you two beautiful, amazing kids as our own, you completed our family and made our lives amazing.” Aline quietly says, putting her arms around her wife and children. 

Helen rests her head on Aline’s shoulder and holds her babies tightly, revealing in amazement at how drastically her life has change, and how amazing and perfect it is.

[ofwizardsandmen]

Tara Lee 

Random OC Questions

Who was the last person they held hands with? Mark, most likely because if they happen to be together 99% chances are they’re holding hands.

Are they outgoing or shy? Tara is ultimately friendly and outgoing, but she’s initially rather reserved, so there might be a few times when her attitude is confused with ‘shyness’, which is definitely not the case.  

If they were drunk would the person they like take care of them? Definitely. Tara is not so much of a troublesome drunk, but Mark has already taken care of her few times before when she drinks a bit too much.

What kind of people are they attracted to? Intelligent and kind people which surprisingly enough happen to be a rare kind.

Do they think they’ll be in a relationship two months from now? She has been in a relationship for years now.

Does talking about sex make them uncomfortable? Slightly, especially if it is about her own experience because she is very discreet about it. Talking about other people’s sex life is less uncomfortable, but she’s still taken aback if people share too much information *coughTynielcough*

Who was the last person they had a deep conversation with? Surprisingly, but it was Enzo who brought up the topic of marriage and commitment. Apparently, he is happy about Tara’s engagement, but it got him thinking about his own issues and that probably he needs to settle down. 

What does the most recent text that they sent say? It was a reply to the text “Tyler is the dumbest person in the world. Don’t fight me on that”. She literally said “I would never. He is dumb. Though Daniel poses him serious competition there”

What are their current 5 favorite songs?

Por ti volaré by Andrea Bocelli (yeap, Spanish version)

You are by GOT7

Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis

Highway to Heaven by NCT

Hearts don’t break around here originally by Ed Sheeran, but Tara is obsessed with the song ever since Mark sang that song to propose to her.

Do they like it when people play with their hair? She doesn’t mind as long as they don’t touch her crown because it’s uncomfortable and makes her hair greasy. 

Do they believe in luck and miracles? She kinda does. If not, how has her brother managed to make it so far in life?

Would they kiss the last person they kissed again? She will for the rest of her life.

Do they still talk to their first crush? The public answer to that question is yes because everybody (including Mark) is convinced that Mark was her first crush, but Tara had an embarrassing crush on the captain of the football team of her elementary school when she was like 7. After going to Hogwarts, she never saw him again, so no.

Do they like their neighbors? She adores her childhood neighbor, Madame Moreau, a French maiden that lives next door to the Fawley Manor and basically is a mother-like figure for her. Nowadays Mark and Tara have moved into an apartment nearby and she continues to frequent Madame Moreau’s home. The couple’s new neighbors are a young married couple that has a little boy and two dogs, they get along pretty well and sometimes they invite them over for dinner or a glass of wine.

Where would they like to travel? Tara is all about visiting rare places. She dislikes touristic spots, so she would always pick cities that won’t attract too many people. One of her top travel destinations is the South of Spain, where she actually wants to move even if it’s just for few months, after marrying Mark. Other than that, she likes Turkey and Morocco.

Who are they most comfortable around? Definitely Mark. They are so genuinely in love that they don’t need to pretend or hide anything from the other. Mark is the person who knows Tara the best and they’ve been through so much together that sometimes they don’t even need to talk to understand each other.

Is their hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes and it is her go to hairstyle when she’s working,

Which celebrities would they have a threesome with? It definitely wouldn’t happen, but Tara and Johnny always make jokes about them having an affair with Mark, so Tara’s answer to this question would be “obviously Johnny and Mark, duh”, making Johnny laugh and Mark look offended.

What are their favorite stores to shop in? When it comes to fashion (and as much as she loves Maison Delacroix) her top choices are: Canel, Chloe, And Other Stories and a couple of wizarding brands: Charms and Witchcraft (owned by her close friend Adela Kim) Other shops include Beauté Plus, Sleight of hand (wizarding stationery shop), Wiseacre’s Wizarding Equipment, Honeydukes.

What did they wanted to do after high school? From the age of eleven, and perhaps earlier, Tara had began painting and writing stories for her own and Madame Moreau’s enjoyment. In those early manuscripts, she would write about people around her, exaggerating details of daily life. Tara also knew that she wanted to go to university to study literature to drift apart a little from the Wizarding World, even if it was just for a short period of time. So after graduating from Hogwarts and with the help of Madame Moreau, Tara sent applications to several British Universities and was ultimately accepted in the English Language and Literature Course at Oxford. Tara eventually became a young writer and her debut novel, Of Intrigues and Wizards was published when she was only 24. The novel revolves around a mysterious figure lurking around a group of privileged teens in a fantasy wizarding setting. it became an instant sensation in both the muggle and wizarding world.

Favourite makeup brand? Beauté Plus Paris, which is the brand her two best friends, Enzo Sanit-Pierre and Minah Delacroix founded together.

Favourite colour? Baby blue, ultramarine, beige and white

Names of their bestfriends?

Enzo Saint-Pierre whom she met at Hogwarts.

Adela Kim, a girl from the Korean high society that she met in London during their childhood.

Minah Delacroix, the French girl her brother, Tyler, was betrothed to when they were teenagers.

How many pillows do they sleep with? Two

Favourite animal? Bunnies ever since she was four. Mark had found a white bunny in his backyard and he had thought it looked a lot like Tara so he gave it to her. It was her first pet.

Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla

First person they talked to today? Mark because it’s rather hard not to talk to the person she wakes up next to.

Last person they talked to today? Her brother, Tyler, because as annoying as he can get, they talk everyday to catch up about their lives and in Tyler’s case, to receive a telling off for the silly things he does.

Do they like chicken noodle soup? One of her favorite foods, actually. Mark used to cook her that whenever she visited him in Korea (and he was still a trainee).

Favourite book? Too many to list, but she loves Ana Karenina, Alice in Wonderland and The Portrait of Dorian Gray, all books she read when she was a little girl and she sneaked from the Fawley Manor to go to the public library around the corner. When it comes to Wizarding Literature she likes Dalton Institute of Magic, a series from American writer Katherine Browning.

Their best friend of the opposite sex likes them, what do they do? Tara adores Enzo, but she would never accept any advance from him. She would definitely make it clear that she doesn’t reciprocate those feelings and put some distance between the two.

Dumbest lie they ever told? Not a lie she told herself, but there are a few stupid lies that were told about her, like that one rumor that was once spread about Tara being pregnant of Johnny (Jane still wants to find whoever made up that lie to teach them a lesson) and Mark asking for her hand on marriage just to protect his own image.

Do they sleep with their doors open or closed? Closed

Curly or Straight hair? Straight

Brunette or Blonde? Brunette

Summer or Winter? Winter

Night or Day? Day

Favourite month? February

Dark, milk or white chocolate? Dark chocolate.

Tea or Coffee? Coffee

***

[2ptonpt]

Thinking Out Loud Ch. 2

Shelby Bates grew up with the Winchesters, fighting alongside them and saving the day as needed. She was living the life she loved with the man she loved, until a dark family secret comes out and she is kidnapped while Dean can only watch helplessly. Dean struggles to live without her- the only person that ever made him feel like he was worth something, until she shows up years later.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X OC(Shelby Bates)

Word Count: 3105

Rating: M

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

  Chapter Two: You're Not Alone

Some days I just can't go on I stumble and fall And I hang my head But You reach out for my hand And You lift me up Again and again Oh, yes, You do -Owl City ft. Britt Nicole

 Dean sighed happily. He didn't know when he met the Bates' that he would come to care so much for the girl who annoyed the hell out of him as soon as they met. He had known Shelby for nearly ten years of their lives. In 1989, John was following up on a lead about the demon who murdered Mary.

 -TOL-

 While driving down a dark back road heading to what he hoped would be a motel, John Winchester sighed angrily at his rear view mirror. His two sons were bickering in the back seat, seat belts long forgotten. He didn’t have the energy for these two.

 “Dean! Control yourself son. Buckle your brother back in and get in your own seat. You hear me? So help me if you don’t, I’ll pull this car over and make you two walk to the motel!” John eyed his eldest son angrily through the rear view mirror before Dean sniffled a bit and pushed Sam back down into his car seat. Just as Dean buckled his own seat belt, he lurched to the side, hitting his shaved head on the side of Sam’s own shaggy one. Rubbing his own head while checking his little brother over, Dean asked his dad what happened. Only to be answered by a growl and slamming of the Impala door. The two boys’ heads popped into view of the window and looked out into the rainy night. A royal blue Camaro sat perpendicular to their own car, smoke coming out of the hood and the hood slightly tee pee’d.

 While John looked over the damage of the body on his car, the other man walked up and held his hand out with an old receipt from a gas station. It had chicken scratch on the back; probably the driver’s insurance information. John shifted angrily. His poor Baby, he had just had it washed. He grabbed the receipt out of the man's hand. He paused. Was that?

 "You a hunter?" John asked with surprise in his voice. Hearing his dad, Dean got out and walked around to the other side of the Impala, looking up at the scruffy man in the leather jacket. Dean followed his father's line of sight to the mystery man's wrist, where a braided leather bracelet with an anti-possession pendant tied into it. A squeak came from the uninjured side of the Impala. A second later, Sam came up by Dean and grabbed his hand. He was still a bit shocked by the impact. Dean shrugged him off and walked away when his father gave them a look, telling them to get back into the car.

 "What?" Is all the verbal response John received. His question was answered when the man's hand slowly went behind his back.

 "Whoa, whoa man. No need for a gun. I'm not the boogeyman. I'm the guy who hunts him. John Winchester." John said with a tight smile, slightly forgiving the fellow hunter for the impact on his car. The man huffed quietly and shoved his hand out to shake John’s.

 "Sorry ‘bout that. Can't be too careful. Name's Colt Bates. And this-" Colt said, turning around to behind his Camaro and reaching into the shadows,

 "Is Shelby, my daughter. Shelby, mind your manners now. What would your mamma say?" Colt lightly scolded the young brunette, who had silent tears running down her eyes. She looked up at John through her eyelashes and sniffled, then held out her hand to the large man.

 "It's nice to meet you Mr. John." The shy girl said. John shook her hand, eyebrows raising ever so slightly at how firm the handshake was coming from such a small girl. After releasing her hand, John called for his boys to come back around.

 "Now boys, this here is Colt Bates and his daughter Shelby. They're going to ride back with us to a motel and we're gonna come back tomorrow to tow his car." At the words coming from the legendary hunter's mouth, Colt stilled.

 "Nonsense John, we can call a cab-" While the two older men discussed what to do with the vehicles and such, the three young children looked at each other tensely.

 "Hi, I'm Shelby. What are your names?" Shelby looked at Sam and Dean with her bright green eyes, tears still coming down but getting less frequent. Dean scoffed at the crying girl, What a wussy! He thought. Shelby just ignored him and looked at the short, brown haired boy next to the mean blonde one. He smiled shyly at her and introduced himself,

 "I'm Sam, it's nice to meet you. This is Dean, my big brother. He can be a jerk sometimes." That made Shelby smile a little and Sam chuckled, while Dean crossed his arms over his chest and stomped back the Impala. He slammed the door to the back seat. Shelby and Sam shared a small smile.

 The slamming door grabbed the two mens attention and John grumbled while Colt smiled a bit. They had decided to drive back in the Impala, since it had less damage to it. Colt unloaded some essentials from his car and loaded them in the trunk of Johns ride. He whistled softly at the impressive arsenal in the demon-warded trunk. He'd have to take note of some of the items in there.

 The car ride to the motel was filled with the quiet chatter of the men talking about what they needed to fix the cars. Dean noticed that John had relaxed and seemed to have forgotten about the yellow-eyed demon for the time being. He was okay with that. Anytime John caught wind of that thing, Sam and Dean took the brunt of his frustration when he lost the trail, which happened more often than not. Maybe this dude and his wussy daughter would distract him long enough for a break.

 Dean scoffed when Shelby's head fell on his shoulder as they rounded the corner for a motel. Sam and she had fallen asleep about 10 minutes into the ride. He ignored the cold feeling he got when Colt picked Shelby up from the middle of the back seat.

 -TOL-

 Almost as if she was reading his mind, the warmth from his left side disappeared when Shelby bolted out of her position gasping his name in terror. Another nightmare. Dean shifted to a more comfortable position and glanced at Shelby sidelong. She had tears in her eyes, much like the night they met. Only this time Dean didn't think of her as a wussy.

"Sorry, Dean." She murmured. Dean nodded his acceptance and rolled out of the bed. Shelby pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. She eyed Dean carefully as he padded the kitchenette and started the coffee pot. He then walked over to his duffel and grabbed a few things before heading into the bathroom. Before he shut the door, he heard a soft 'thank you' leave Shelby's lips. He turned slightly and gave her a soft, half-smile.

 "Anytime, Princess." Shelby's mood lightened at the nickname he had given her years ago, while she was in her pony-wanting stage. She gave him a warm smile as he turned around and shut the bathroom door. She checked the time. Three p.m. Damn, we slept longer that I would have liked. Shelby watched the coffee brew as her thoughts flew back to her dream. One she had often.

 -TOL-

 Breathe, Shelby. Just breathe.

 But she couldn't, the cold water surrounding her at all angles wouldn't allow it. She looked down at her hand, which was connected to her mother's bigger one. She followed the tan skin up her mother's arm and to her face, to her closed eyes. This wasn't right. She should be looking at bright green eyes. And her mother's skin should be a deep tan, not turning pale.

 Tired. So tired. Right as Shelby closed her eyes she felt someone grab her harshly from above. Dragging her up.

 Breathe, Shelby. Just breathe.

 "Damn it Shelby. Wake up. I can't lose you." Shelby swam out of the darkness and towards the familiar voice and gorgeous green eyes. But not her mothers.

 "Dean." She shot up, gasping for air.

 -TOL-

 The real memory didn't quite match the nightmare she always had. It was her dad's bright blue eyes and his deep, gruff voice that met her when she awoke. Fifteen years ago, her mother drowned. Sucked down by something supernatural while trying to rescue Shelby when she leaned too far over the lake’s dock. Her family had been on a short vacation in Arizona. Colt and Amelia had just taken out a huge vampire nest and decided to celebrate. To this day they never found out what had grabbed Shelby off the dock and ultimately took her mother. To this day she still hadn't stopped blaming herself.

Ever since she and Dean had started to get along, her nightmare changed. To his voice, his eyes. Rescuing her. She had long since told him and Sam about her mother's mysterious death. And Dean knew about her regular nightmares. She still never told him about his appearance in it. She was too embarrassed.

 She heard the shower turn off and glanced at Dean as he stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a blotchy green towel. Shelby averted her eyes from Dean's bare chest. She had seen the smooth slab of skin so many times before, she wouldn't be able to count. But after her dream she felt jumpy around him. Dean looked her way while he moved to the dresser by his bed and grabbed the clothes he would need for the day. Shelby cleared her throat before grabbing her workout clothes and disappearing into the bathroom. Dean dressed, smirking to himself the whole time. He loved to tease her.

 Shelby wiped last nights makeup away from her face and pulled her knotted hair back in a high, messy bun. She pulled on her black shorts and grey tank top before splashing some cold water on her face to wake her up a bit. After brushing her teeth, the brunette opened the door to a fully dressed Dean on his laptop.

 "I'm gonna go for a run. Wanna come?" Dean shook his head no and continued to check the internet. Probably looking for a lead. Shelby sighed. She was itching for a case, but she wanted to enjoy this day, especially after everything that had happened last night. Grabbing a twenty dollar bill from her brown leather book bag she smirked.

 "You know, one of these days all those greasy double bacon cheeseburgers and pies are gonna catch up with those rock hard abs. And you'll be saying, 'Damn, why didn't I listen to Shelby when I had the chance?'" Dean rolled his eyes at the girl, grumbling about having good genes, and turned towards his laptop once again. Shelby sat down next to him and pull on her socks and running shoes. She slipped the twenty into her shorts pocket, then her moms old army knife into her thigh sheath that the shorts covered. It wasn't very comfortable while running, and the shorts didn't hide the huge bulge coming out of her left leg but she'd rather look stupid than be caught without a weapon.

 "Well don't take too long. I wanna be on the road by tonight. Might have something in Alabama. Hey, and stay away from that damn bar! Shelby?" Dean got no reply as the door slammed behind the huntress. He smirked at her. Such the attitude. That's one of the things that drew him to her constantly.

 He pulled the old ring out of his front pocket. He'd seen the heart-shaped garnet ring in a thrift shop a few months ago while their dads were on a hunt in Indiana. He, Sam, and Shelby had decided to check out the small town. They came upon a thrift shop. While Shelby was busy softly fiddling with an old guitar, Sam pointed out the antique ring to Dean, who bought it as quickly as he could without her seeing. Garnet was Shelby's birthstone. It was killing him to keep this from her.

 Even something as small as a ring, which was supposed to be a surprise, made him feel slightly guilty about not telling her what was happening. He told Shelby everything. She was honestly the only person keeping him together in this life his father dragged him into. When John yelled at him for screwing something up on a hunt, it wasn't his little brother that brought him out of his rut. It was Shelby.

 She had this thing about her, which made everyone in the room a little happier. That something, whatever it was, drove him crazy half the time. Because he wanted to be mad, get angry back at his father. For making him feel useless, like he didn't matter. It wasn't Sam's voice saying not to listen to him, no. It was Shelby's soothing voice that brought him back to reality. A reality where he mattered. He saved people's lives. He did matter. Shelby made sure he knew that.

 -TOL-

 Shelby took a few big gulps of the cucumber flavored Gatorade she had purchased from a gas station a few blocks back. She looked at her watch. 5:26. She should probably head back, it was getting dark. Shelby was glad for the warmer January weather in Georgia. She was a little chilly when she started her run in her tank top and shorts, but by the time she had been running for a few minutes she started sweating. She drained the rest of her Gatorade quickly before tossing it into a recycling bin by a bench in the park she had found.

 Her trip back was quicker than she anticipated, Dean too apparently, for when she opened the unlocked door at six pm, she saw Dean had a crumpled piece of old college-ruled notebook paper in his hands. His eyes were tinged pink around the edges and glassed over when his head shot up. Shelby looked away quickly, not wanting to impose on whatever he was thinking about. She grabbed a change of clothes and her shower bag out of her duffel and headed to the bathroom for a long-awaited shower.

 -TOL-

 When Dean heard the shower turn on he glanced back down at the piece of paper in his hands. Shelby didn't know he had stolen it from her a few years ago. It was a song she had written. For him, but apparently she hadn't wanted him to see it because he found it in an old journal of hers while he was looking for some info on a case his dad had caught wind of.

 It was right after John busted his mouth open for raiding a Djinn warehouse by himself, only being saved from death by the sure, calculating hands of Shelby. Just in time. Shelby had cried silently that night in the bed across the cheap motel room, scribbling something in her leather-bound journal. He assumed it was new info on the Djinn they found.

 Turns out it was this song, which he keeps folded in his wallet at all times. It helped him through whenever his dad got rough on him.

 Some days I barely hold on When life drags me down I wanna let go But when my spirit is weak You come to my aid And strengthen my soul

I'm lost without You I'll never doubt You Your grace is beyond compare And though when it rains, it pours You know all I have is Yours You smile when you hear my prayer

You rescued me and I believe That God is love and He is all I need From this day forth for all eternity I'll never wander on my own For I am Yours until you call me home i close my eyes and I can hear You say You're not alone

Some days I just can't go on I stumble and fall And I hang my head But You reach out for my hand And You lift me up Again and again Oh, yes, You do

 Dean smiled lovingly at the doodles lining the side of the page; a horse head, some flowers, and a very detailed sketch of a .44 her dad carried around all the time. There were small notes of lyrics, like they were added as an after-thought; having no home yet in the script on the page. She was a great singer, and even better at writing songs it seemed. This wasn't the first she had done. Some of them she even shared with Dean; sometimes Sam, who could never seem to stop complimenting her on the job well done.

 Dean felt the same about her songs and voice, she had this way of painting a picture with her voice. The way her fingers glided over the guitar strings killed him. Yet somehow he could never seem to do more than smile appreciatively and murmur 'good job' when she was finished. Maybe it was because he saw how she squirmed under the lime light of Sam's doting; and how her eyes lit up like New York City when she heard the soft acceptance from the oldest Winchester brother.

Shelby opened the bathroom door just as Dean slipped the paper back in his wallet. He looked her over before saying,

"Alright, let's pack up, we got business to take of."

 "Dean, are you forgetting something?" Shelby tried to keep a smile from her face.

 "No, unless you found my razor, I've been missing it since Florida." Shelby had noticed. The dark stubble adorning his otherwise smooth face explained everything. She had found it, in the back seat in between the cushions. She had left it there, rather enjoying the 5 o'clock shadow.

 "Nope" She popped the P. She squirmed under the stern green eyes latched onto her form.

 "Well in that case-"

 "Dean, come on! I wanna do something for my birthday!" Dean smiled. Oh how he loved teasing her.

 "I know Princess, if you would just calm yourself and get ready, I have something to show you." Shelby smiled as she ran to her duffel bag, excited for what Dean had in store.

 -TOL-

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Rick And Morty/My Little Pony Crossover Part 3

(After last night’s night of drunken intoxication the Mane 6 and the two humans are woken up by the most useful means of wake ups-the sun)

Rick:(Feeling the sunlight on his face get’s up and yells out the window)HEY CELESTIA TURN THAT GOD DAMN OVERSIZE LAMP OFF I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!!!!!”

Twilight:(Waking up)Uuuuh(and seeing everyone passed out and sleeping in weird positions)Oh sweet Celestia what did we do last night?”

Rick:(Pointing in the direction of Twilight)Don’t you WHO you did last night haha”

(Just then Rarity wakes up........right next to Twilight)

Rarity:Morning Dar......(sees she’s next to Twilight and they both blush causing a big squeal)”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

Morty:OH MY GOD WHAT-UH(feels his head)God my head hurts.....”

Fluttershy/Rainbow Dash:(Seeing the other sleeping next to each other)AAH”

Fluttershy:OH MY GOODNESS I’M SO SORRY RAINBOW DASH”

Rainbow Dash:NO I’M SORRY FLUTTERSHY!!!!”

Applejack:I think I speak for everypony......I uh mean every-BODY here when I say never again will we drink ‘that’ type of cider again”

Rick:Not making any promises to that(drinks from his flask and sees someone is missing)hey were’s that annoying pink one with the ear bleeding high voice?”

Twilight:What??? where’s Pinkie”

Morty:AWE CRAP WE LOST HER”

Rick:Fan-Fucking-Tastic,looks like we got ourselves a ‘Hangover’ scenario Pony edition”

(Just then Pinkie arrives with boxes that is most likely breakfast)

Pinkie:(Acting like she was unaffected by the alcohol)Morning everyone-while you guys were sleeping I went out to get us supplies for breakfast-I got pancakes,muffins,toast and waffles”

Rick:How about some bacon and eggs?”

Pinkie:Tee-hee silly Ricky,ponies don’t eat meat or eggs”

Rick:Call me Ricky again and i’ll send you to-oh wait use that line already-shit-uh........know what call me ‘Ricky’ again and you can go fu-UGH-ck yourself,because I doubt any’pony’ else wants too”

Pinkie:Well I would but again this is a kids show so I can’t really ‘fudge’ myself”

Rick:Nor do I want to see you ‘fudge’ yourself.......be a waste of fudge”

Twilight:(Confused by what they’re saying she looks at the clock and freaks out)OH NO WE’RE GONNA MISS THE TRAIN TO THE CRYSTAL EMPIRE!!!!”

(So the group hauls flanks and asses to the train station-ignoring their hangovers-and gets there in time to buy tickets and get their seats and arrives at the Crystal Empire-only to be greeted by Cadence herself)

Morty:(Still feeling the hangover)Ugh-my head is still hurting,how do you deal with this Rick?”

Rick:Years of practice Morty.......(sips from his flask)years of practice)”

Cadence:Welcome everypony to(sees their faces)my goodness what happened to you girls?”

Twilight:Please don’t ask(she hears small baby talk and immediately thinks)is Flurry here?”

Cadence:Yes she is(brings out Flurry to meet her Auntie Twily)”

Flurry:Twi-lah uhh”

Twilight:AWE(uses her magic to float her over to her)Your Auntie missed you so much(kisses her cheeks)”

Rick:(To Morty)Morty whose the baby?”

Morty:Flurry Hearts Princess Cadence’s daughter and Twilight’s niece”

Rick:How the Hell did 2 lesbian ponies make a baby-did they magic themselves up some dicks to help?”

Morty:Princess Cadence is married to Twilight’s brother Shining Armor”

Rick:(Hearing the word ‘brother’)Wait the’re ‘straight’ couples in this show? I just thought all the ponies were gay”

Morty:No they’re-well some are-but not all”

Rainbow Dash:Hey know were the nearest bathroom is.....”

Cadence:Yes it’s right there(and in a flash Rainbow flies off to the bathroom)wow-but seriously why are you girls like this?”

Twilight:Well uh you see......”

Morty:We stayed up all night partying and we’re still kinda tired”

Cadence:Awe-okay makes sense”

Rick:You know that’s bullshit right?”

Morty:Well sorry I didn’t want word getting out Twilight and the others got drunk and ruin her image”

Rick:Uuugh-God dammit Morty”

(While they wait for her- Rainbow Dash flew out of the bathroom-whether to either use it or puke-she spots a newspaper with an ‘interesting’ image)

Rainbow Dash:Oh by the Princesses(grabs the newspaper and flies to her friends)GUUUUUUUUUYS(puts it on Rick’s lap)look at this...”

Rick:My God.........you use Newspapers,I mean I know you don’t have the Techno-UUUGH-gy for smartphones or tablets but......”

Rainbow Dash:It’s what’s on the front page(the image was Rainbow and Fluttershy making out while the others watched with the title ‘Princess Twilight’s Royal Fun Night’-much to the other embarrassment)

Rick:(Reading the paper)As of last night Princess of Friendship Twilight Sparkle,her friends and 2 monkey like creatures were drinking what looks like cider but has a different ‘affect’ than normal ones causing her friends to grow closer to one another,maybe being promoted to the Princess of ‘Love’.....’-’Monkey Like Creatures? those mother Fuc.....”

Fluttershy:(Tearing up)Oh.....my....Nooooo”

Rainbow Dash:Our lives are ruined”

Twilight:Who did this???”

 Morty:(Reading who wrote it)Awe crap.........Flim and Flam”

Mane 6:’GASP’”

Rick:Da fucks a ‘Flim and Flam’?”

Morty:Two con-ponies who try to trick ponies into giving them their bits”

AppleJack:Those low-down dirty varmints”

Rarity:The nerve they’ve gone too far”

Cadence:I swear we’ll stop them”

(On their way to the castle they meet with Shining Armor-reading the newspaper)

Shining Armor:Twily I read the paper and don’t worry we’ll stop the Pony who made these articles pay”

Twilight:It’s nothing important-what is important is helping Rick and Morty find a crystal to get home”

Morty:Really Twilight? I mean it is our fault(whispers ‘Mostly Rick’s’)that this happened maybe we should.....”

Twilight:Morty I get what you’re saying but bringing you home is more important-I bet your family is worried sick about you”

Morty:(Realizing he hasn’t been home for a day)Oh man I like totally forgot about Mom.Dad and Summer”

Rick:I take you on adventures that last a month or even a year-I doubt they’ll be worried”

(Int he real world......or at least Rick and Morty’s Universe-Jerry is trying to call his son......for the 14th time)

Jerry:MORTIMER SMITH YOU CALL ME BACK RIGHT NOW!!!!”

Beth:Wait Morty’s full name isn’t ‘Mortimer’?”

Jerry:Wait it’s not? always thought it was?”

(And while Jerry and Beth are talking Summer is sitting on the couch flipping through channels until she hits......)

Summer:Uh Mom Dad.........Morty and Grandpa Rick are on My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic”

Jerry/Beth:WHAT??”

Jerry:Honey that is impossible(sees Morty and Rick talking with the Mane 6,Cadence and Shining Armor)holy crap they are on MLP-and it looks like they found Twilight,Pinkie Pie,Applejack,Fluttershy,Rarity and Rainbow Dash, that’s smart(Beth and Summer look at Jerry in a kind of ‘really,you watch this kid’s show’ look)hey it’s a good show that me and Morty like to watch”

Summer:Dad-a grown man watching a show about cartoon ponies with his son is creepy”

Beth:Summer-rewind the episode and see why they’re on My Little Pony(as they rewind a voice says ‘previously on My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic’ and Rick and Morty say their portal gun is destroyed,need to get back and the Mane six helps them)so that’s it”

Jerry:(Makes an annoying sound)Why.......why does Rick have to ruin everything I love(Beth and Summer look at them)hey this show is the only thing that makes me happy-except you Beth heh heh(Beth just roles her eyes)”

Summer:What should we do? what would Grandpa Rick do?”

Jerry:Get shit-faced,sleep,wake up,make fun of us just for living then make something in his garage”

Beth:That’s.........actually pretty accurate”

Beth:So let’s do it then-me and Jerry will find something to make into some dimension-portal hopping device while you Summer stay here and keep an eye on Dad and Morty”

Jerry:(Wanting to be the one to watch it)Uuuuuh”

Beth:Shut it Jerry”

(Back in Equestria-Rick and Morty and the Mane 6 walk to the Crystal Mine and are looked by everypony whose read the newspaper)

Rarity:Doh I wish they’d stop staring at us”

Rainbow Dash:Hey at least you don’t have your face on the cover like me and Flutters here(Fluttershy covering her face with her wings)”

Applejack:(Spots something that burns her eyes)Oh no......(it’s Flim and Flam selling the news papers)”

Flim:Step right up-don’t be shy”

Flam:Come and get the hottest selling paper ever to hit the shelves”

Twilight:Let’s go another way”

(But it’s too late the brothers see them and immediately take action)

Flam:Well if it isn’t the Princess herself along with the love-ponies ‘FlutterDash’-”

Flim:Mind giving us another picture?”

Rick:I take you ass-bags are Flim and Flam which by the way retarded names”

Flam:Oh and they brought their monkey companions too”

Rick:I ain’t no fucking monkey you horse-shit con-artists”

Flim:Certainly has a mouth on him dear brother”

Flam:Quite dear brother......”

Twilight:Please let;s just go......”

Morty:Come on Rick these two aren’t worth it”

Rick:(Begrudgingly grrs)You’re lucky(sips from his flask)”

Flam:I wonder what he’s drinking?”

Flim:Whatever it is,must be awful”

Flam:Possibly the same liquid that made the Princess and her companions act like fools”

Flim:Seems like it dear brother”

Flam:Of course more profit for us”

Flim/Flam:Hahahahahaahahhaha”

(Rick sees that their taunting is making the girls even more sad and decides......)

Rick:Fuck it-Morty hold my flask(gives the flask to Morty and walks up to Flim and Flam)”

Flam:Oh look the Monkey is back”

Flim:Care for a banana....Wait what are you......”

(And in seconds-and off panel)Rick is beating the crap out of both brothers causing all kinds of bodily pain to the pony brothers)

Rick:(Over their beaten bodies)ANY OF YOU ASS-HOLES GIVE THESE PONY SHIT FOR WHAT THEY DID LAST NIGHT-THIS IS GONNA BE YOU(lifts up Flim and Flam’s head while the ponies drop the newspaper and run away-Rick then let’s go of them)”

Morty:(Runs up and kicks Flim in the side and Flam in the face)That’s what you get BITCHES-HUWAHHHHH”

Rick:You’re welcome......”

Applejack:Didn’t have to beat them to a pulp you know.........but I’m glad you did”

Rarity:Me too”

Fluttershy:Me three”

Pinkie:Me Four haha”

Rick:(Smiling)Again you’re welcome”

Rainbow Dash:And Morty nice kick”

Morty:Thanks”

Twilight:Alright-let’s help these two Mo-”

Rick:Don’t you fucking dare.......”

Twilight:Teehee-let’s help these 2 people get home”

Rick:That’s better”

(The Mane 6 and Rick and Morty head off to the Crystal Mines to find suitable diamonds for Rick’s machine)

THE END

[crazefantwins]

Crossing lines (Curtis gang x reader) (outsiders x grease) (Oneshot)

Fandom(s): Grease x The Outsiders crossover Warnings: takes place before the death of Bob and right after Dally gets out, sorry if this is long or hard to follow, angst reader, not edited Author: Mare Summary: Your brother is Danny Zuko, the leader of the T-Birds, and a senior at your new school. You are a Freshman and try your best to stay out of trouble(knowing your brother’s and his gang’s track record). You meet a boy by the name of Ponyboy Curtis and befriend him. You meet his brothers and their gang. One day at a rumble your brother discovers your affiliation with the Curtis boys and you're afraid how they will react. Word Count:1047

Rydell High

      This is your first day and you're a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn't be, but you had good reason. Your brother, Danny Zuko, has quite the reputation and that can be a problem if you're trying to make friends or get along with teachers and staff (except for Mrs.Murdock, who got along with your brother very well. He considered her his favorite teacher). You went into that place only knowing the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies and boy were you scared about it.

  “Zuko, Oh goodness not again!” you hear during homeroom attendence.

“Here” you practically jumped out of your seat so the teacher could see you weren't your brother. The teacher looked over to see you, a girl with (a) (Y/H/C) braid(s) and converse and was relieved to see a seemingly harmless girl. You sat in your seat feeling accomplished and thought ‘This is gonna be a great school year.’

     You were walking down the hall when you saw the T-Birds walking down the hall in your direction. You were hoping that they didn’t see you and you turn and start to go another direction when you hear a “ Mini Zuko, where’re you goin?” You turn around to face the voice and you see Kenicke with his annoying grin. You simply say “To class.” and keep going. 

*Time skip* after school

         You were ecstatic you finally made it through the day, but most importantly to you you made friends(who you refused to tell your last name to). Their names are Ponyboy Curtis (who is you lab partner), Johnny Cade (who you accidentally fell on) and Two-bit Matthews (who sat next to you at lunch and wouldn’t be quiet until you two “became friends”). You were most excited because they asked you to hang out after school with them at the Dingo and meet the rest of the gang. You agreed but told them not immediately after school, you had to meet up with your brother at the Frosty Palace.

*Time skip* The Frosty Palace

    You walk in and see your brother and his friends sitting at a table eating and stuff. You wanted to make this go as fast and as smooth as possible so you say “Make it quick, I got plans after this.” When you said this you surprised all of them even the Pink Ladies came over from another table in shock. “Don’t be all surprised! You guys act like I don’t have a social life.” you say in your defense.

“That’s cuz you don��t” Kenicke says. You just roll your eyes and ignore him. You make a shooing motion towards your brother who is in a booth and he gets up for you to sit down. The moment you sit down the T-Birds and Pink Ladies are asking you all sorts of questions. ‘Who are the plans with?’ ‘Are they a boy?’ ‘Are they Socs?’ You just sit there silently and look at the clock and without a word get up and walk out.

*Time skip* The Dingo 

       You walk in and hear a “Y/N, over here.” it was Johnny. You walk over and introduce yourself (first name only of course) and begin to engage in deep conversation with each of them to find out you all have something in common. You guys start to all bond and hangout more. Your brother, Danny, starts to wonder why you aren’t hanging out with the gang anymore and every time he asks you seamlessly change the subject. You weren’t embarrassed by your friends or by your brother and his friends, you just didn’t want to start any trouble. The T-Birds are very territorial and are not afraid to pick a fight with anyone. The Curtis gang was territorial too, but more so towards Socs. Unbeknownst to you the T-Birds and the Curtises had decided to team up against the Scorpions and the Socs (who had gone all buddy buddy to each other) and they all planned a rumble.

*time skip* The Rumble

Your brother had asked (not really asked, he told you and forced you out the house) you to come to the rumble. The Pink Ladies came also (even Sandy). It’s time for the rumble and your all are in the lot waiting. Out of nowhere you hear a familiar whoop. ‘OH GOSH’ you thought ‘Steve’. You tried to play it off and sort of succeeded but Rizzo noticed and pulled you off to the side. “What gives Jellybean?” she asks (using the nickname she gave you) “You know that voice, don’t you?” You had never been able to not tell the truth without being caught especially when talking to Rizzo. So you gave in “Yea, its Steve.” 

“Hey Y/N.“ you hear Pony’s voice say.

“Y/N, you know the T-Birds?“ Steve says.

“I think you have explaining to do Y/N“ you heard your brother say and knowing your little charade was over.

“Ok, guys I guess I haven’t been completely honest with any of you. Guys(turning to the Curtis gang) my full name is Y/N Zuko and Danny is my big brother.“ you say and turn to the T-Birds “And you guys were wonderin’ where i’ve been runnin’ off to. It’s to hang out with them. I didn’t say anything to either of you guys cuz i didn’t want to start any trouble.“ They just stand there staring at you. this goes on for a while until you get annoyed. “WILL SOMEBODY JUST SAY SOMETHING“ you yell becoming frantic.

Then you hear your brother say “(GIF above)”

“WHAT?!?!“ you yell. 

“It’s cool, baby girl no sweat.“ you hear Two say

You gave a sigh of relief to see that they were both so understanding and at ease with it all. “How you doin’ Zuke” you hear Cha Cha Di Gregorio’s annoying accented voice say. You roll your eyes and before you know it the rumble had started.

By the time it finished you knew you would have to patch up both gangs, but you didn’t mind. Because they were your family no matter how aggravating they could both be. And much to your surprise they got along fairly well and you loved that. Boy, this really was gonna be a good year!

The End.

[prettyskieschubbythighs]

FIRE. GAMES. BURN. - 1

FIRE GAMES BURN

Jimin x You?? Its sort of an intro. sorry if it was short. follow my wattpad :) @nataliachocolae

BLACK CAR

While hopping into my pj's I hear distant masculine shouts coming from the hallway of our home and I hurry to finish my makeup. The footsteps come to a crescendo as my brothers friends walk past my open door. Smiles arise on all their faces as they see me in my room reading.

Taehyung rolls his eyes and insults me on my looks, " Could you make it any more obvious that you are trying to look good". While saying this he earns a punch from one of the other guys.

"Don't listen to him (Y/N) , you look great as always" Giving me a wink J-Hope compliments me. Jungkook blushes a little and turns his head away. Cutie.

"Hi Guys. Weekly Game night?" I smile.

"Fortnightly actually" Suga says with a smug look on his face.

"Alright smart ass. Behave and i'll order some pizza for later" I giggle and the boys murmur chants of happiness. How to get guys lesson one : Buy them Food.

"Yes! Foood~. You're the best (Y/N)" Namjoon shouts from the other room with Jin.

Your smile reaches your cheeks as the other boys head off to meet them, though you force yourself to hold back your giggles as Jimin turns on his heels to face you in the hallway.

"Hey (Y/N) you don't have a car right? Want me to come with you to pick up the food?" Stifling that smirk down you gain your composure and fix your hair. You watch him play with his fingers as he speaks.

"That would be great. Thanks for offering Jimin ah" You let out a small smirk. You win.

3 Days Before

" (Y/N) WAIT UP!" Your friend screams from across the work lockers as you start to head home without her. "Give me a minute!"

You look back at her running to you with her bag half zipped and glasses mid falling off. She tugs at your arm and you come to a halt to laugh at her as she fixes her hair.

"You were too slow Akisa. I have to get home quick because Taehyung wants me to help him and Jimin oppa with dinner because mum is away, you know that Aki" You brush her off and continue at a slower pace.

"Oppa?! Ahhhhh (Y/N)~~ you are just too mean to me! You just want to see Jimin ah don't you?! I admit he IS good looking but you wont even spend time with you best friend." Akisa whines as she quickens her pace to catch up to me.

"Aish. Akisa Ren I do NOT find Mr ugly smelly Park Jimin good looking. And not to mention the fact that he is my BROTHERS best friend. Not my type, you can have him if you think hes sooo~ good looking" I snicker as i check my phone for notifications. Aki blushes and her eyes narrow a little.

"Not cool. I hardly know him anyway... If you are not hanging out with me i'm gonna go shopping or do some study or whatever." The faint chime of her car keys swinging as she walks is a note that she is in fact annoyed.

I smirk to myself before saying " Sure then. Have fun "studying". She stares at my face wish a cheeky smirk as i unlock my car. Winking at her, my car door wont budge open and i suddenly loose my cool. Aki bends over her knees as she pisses herself laughing. Stupid old Toyota never works. When i finally get it open i drive past my friend and stick the finger out my window at her. She trips over and starts laughing again, clumsy shit.

When i arrive home, the familiarity of my 2 car driveway is replaced with an extra black Range Rover. A smirk is brought to my face as i walk out of my car checking out the luxury car parked in front of my room window. My patent leather stilettos reflecting off the cars polished surface as i walk upon my cobblestone pathway, searching for my house keys in my bag prior to approaching the front door.

After succeeding in opening my house door, I'm welcomed with the scent of rustic colognes and fresh mint alongside rich, manly laughs. Although my tired body says to head straight upstairs my provoked mind followed the exhilarate pathway. Hair falls from my loose pony as i pass the primitive furniture that compliments the mahogany walls into the kitchen. Standing by the door, my eyes are welcomed with the sight of 2 large figures.

"What took you so long, Huh?" Whipping his hair around, Taehyung frowns at me. Although amidst a game, he continues to whine about my absence in the house.

"You're not a baby, you can handle yourself without me Tae" I brush him off and place my handbag and keys on the Kitchen bench. "Park Jimin" I nod and look his way only to find his eyes roaming up my fishnet tights to my dusk eyes. "Good Evening".

His eyes spark with fire as he lets out a low hum. "Very Good Indeed. Nice to see you again" Smirking, he lifted himself up off his seat and calmly walked towards the lounge bar. "Tough day? Want a drink?" His gaze moving back and forth from me to the bottles. "I got a white vintage Sangria, pretty light too?"

"Sure why not" I gently sit down at the kitchen bench and watch my brother prepare the dinner with a disgusted look on his face.

"You guys looking like your eyes are fucking each other. Get a bloody room will you" This earns Taehyung a hard slap to the arm. Although i'm low-key embarrassed, I will not let my guard down for 1 second. "Or some of your own friends (Y/N)".

"Oh for Gods sake Taehyung. Grow up will you?! Unlike you other people don't have their future planned out right in front of them Mr. 'i think i'm hot and can sing'" I smirk and start to walk away. "I will be back for my drink.".

As walking away i hear Taehyung asking Jimin why he is bothering to talk or have anything with me. Immature. Approaching my clothes room, I slip out of my work wear and browse for something that screams sexy and flirty but keeping it simple. I hop into some loose pastel patterned shorts and a white oversize T-shirt, just big enough to show a fraction of my black plunge lace up bodysuit underneath. My eyes roam across my room to where my phone vibrates on my bedside table.

Akisa: Hows your boyfriend?

You: Shut up

Akisa: Whats the bet that you're gonna hook up tonight? There is no way you are coming to work tomorrow without doing anything with that hot shit.

You: Whatever you say Miss. I'll bet coffee tomorrow. Get your money ready.

Akisa: Can we make this a little more fun?

You: hmm depends. Whats your deal?

Akisa: I'll buy you that V.S sports bra you have always wanted?

You: Wtf!!?!?!! Tell me now!

Akisa: OK. So all you need to do is make Jimin fall in love with you buy exactly next month. 15th of October. I'm making this really easy for you.

You: And if  don't do so in that time?

Akisa: You buy me whatever I want. The budget is $100 so i'm not gonna ask for a Ferrari or anything.

You walk around the room pondering your decision, looking out your bedroom door at the two laughing boys.

You: Deal