„You're my favourite brother, you know? Always were, always will be. You're amazing person, you're loving, but not, like, soft loving, it's more of a ...manly love! 'Cause you're a man. You're so strong, and fast, and so smart, and...."
„Nice try, Dylan. You're going to the dentist."
„Nooo...But I can stay with you!" Dylan wrapped himself all around Damon's torso. Older brother puffed out a laugh.
„Dy, I'l have my hands full even without you here. And it's not like dentist's really gonna do anything. It's just a checkup!"
„You said that last time, too!" Dylan cried, almost strangling Damon. He just rolled his eyes. Stefan, who was sitting next to him, chuckled at the sight.
„C'mon, Dy. It's just dentist. He won't eat you!"
„He could if he wanted to! Have you seen that man's teeth?! My eyes hurt every time I look at them! The're way to...shiny!"
„He ready?" Oliver's head popped in the room. Dylan whined and pressed himself further into Damon's arms. Stefan laughed, and Oliver sighed.
„C'mon, Dy. Dean and Jamie are already waiting." He said, pointedly ignoring terrified screaming coming from the front door. Dylan shook his head.
„Nope, I'll be fine. My teeth are fine. It's all fine. I'll stay here."
„No, you're not."
„HEEEELP ME!!" Jamie's hand scratched at the doorframe of the living room, making all heads turn to him. It was soon followed by Dean's low growl. „Will you stop already?!? Gosh, do I really have to carry you out?"
Five seconds and one failed attempt of flight later, Dean got the answer to his question.
„What have I done in my last life to deserve this...." He mumbled, holding Jamie's legs as the blonde was hanging from his shoulder. It was a miracle how they even heard him next to all of the screaming.
„NOOooooooo..." Dean stopped to pry his hands off the doorframe.
„Deeaaaannn..." He sighed when Jamie somehow managed to catapult himself on the floor.
„NOOOOoooooo....."BANG! Doors closed behind the two. There was a loud commotion in the front yard as Jamie somehow managed to wrap himself against the tree trunk. Oliver continued his attempt of prying Dylan off of raven-haired brother.
„C'mon, Dy..." Damon nudged him. He barely breathed, and Stefan was dying of laughter at the sight.
Dylan let out a wail. „But I don't wanna goooo...."
„C'mon, Dy. Dean and Jamie..."
There was once again screaming from the outside. Oliver turned to the window.
Zac and Grant stopped their basketball match to watch as Dean pulled at blonde's feet, pulling him away from a darn tree. Jamie screeched, propelling himself from Dean's hold and climbing to a lowest branch. Dean called Grant and Zac to help drag him to the car.
„...are already waiting." Finished Oliver. Dylan whimpered.
„Last time he wanted to pull my tooth out! My tooth!"
„It was a baby tooth..."
„NO it was not!"
„Yes, it was." Stefan laughed. Dylan looked at him suspiciously.
„I still loved it. It was a part of me!"
That was when Peter strolled into a room. He wore one of his patented smug grins that smelt heavily of trouble.
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Double trouble...but like...times four so it's eight? - OC spanking story
FanfictionDescriptions and photos of the 'cast' inside! Oliver Johnson is 28 years old and in custody of his eight brothers...eight troublemaking brothers. Yes, Dean, Damon, Stefan, Grant, Jamie, Zac, Dylan and Peter (*pant, pant,pant*) are not really what yo...