Outsiders Preferences, Imagines And Headcannons

Make-Out Session

I had to lmao.

The day was going fine, Brook and Ian were in their room talking and Dallas and Tim...

"They are suddenly quiet, I don't like it." Brook glared at the door.

"Think they fell asleep?" Ian asked. Brook shook her head.

"Dal doesn't sleep during the day unless it's a Buck's. He's like the opposite of a troll."

"I- A- Brook...I don't read the stuff you read." Ian cocks an eyebrow.

Brook waves her pale small hand to brush it off. "The faerie book."

"You mean the one you've read millions of times and even though you know what's gonna happen you get mad when the people you don't want together end up together but you know it's gonna get better and you cry every time when you read the 5th one?" Ian summed up.

"I don't like it that much."

Ian looked over at the 5 books she bought because the library was tired of her always reading it.

"Maybe a little...I don't even like books that much." She sassed.

Ian looked over at the corner in their room that had a book case and books on a table because there were so many.

"Those are being saved for my children."

"Then put them in the storage unit."

Brook was silent for a second. "It could ruin the pages." She turned on her heel and walked out quietly.

Ian rolled his eyes and walked behind her.

Brook came into the living room to see Dallas and Tim having a make-out session. Brook's mom instinct kicked in and covered Ian's eyes.

Ian quietly scoffed and took her hand away. Brook silently sat down on the ground beside them and Ian sat on the other side.

They gave each other a glance then looked at the two boys and suddenly clapped and cheered, sending Dallas to the ground.

"Damnit Ian!" Tim glared at his brother jokingly.

Dallas glared at Brook and she made an innocent smile. "Don't give me that innocent look."

"But I am."

"HA. Funny!" Dallas chuckled before sitting up. "OWWWWW!" He yelled at Tim for flinging him off of him.

"Sorry."

"You should have seen the look on your face!" Ian laughed adorably.

"Ian, I'mma kill you." Tim warned and Ian quickly ran outta the house. "3. 2. 1." Tim counted before running out and chasing him.

Dallas looked at Brook with a warning face. "Can't kill a girl." Brook smirked.

"I'm just gonna hug you around your neck with my hands. Nothing wrong with that." He shrugged.

Brook then ran outta the house.

This was bad sorry