better than pizza

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen

(complete version)

Alternate Universe where Bitty is a figure skater at Samwell. He and Jack meet for the first time at #Epikegster 2014.

warning labels: Alcohol, mentioned homophobia, Parse. 


 Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loup thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

 He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscated. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

 ‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

 Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding a phone.

 Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

 ‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

 The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

 He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

 ‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

 Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

 ‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

 ‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

 The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

 ‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

 ‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

 ‘You’re crying.’

 The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

 ‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

 ‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

 ‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

 He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

 ‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

 ‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

 ‘What’s her name?’

 ‘Whose name?’

 ‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

 ‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

 ‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

 He burst into tears.

 Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

 ‘Dude, what’d you do to him?’

 ‘Nothing!’

 ‘D’you break up with him or something?’

 ‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

 He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

 ‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

 ‘Like what?’

 ‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

 Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

 Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

 ‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

 He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

 ‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

 ‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

 ‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

 ‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’


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The Storm Part 2

 A/N: Well Here’s part two with smut, brought to you by popular demand. Jeez, feel free to critique me, its been almost two years since I’ve written a smut and putting sex into words is really difficult. And thanks @pigwidgeonpln for the idea for the end of this fic. Enjoy guys! 

Warnings: S M U T, ORAL SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX (whoops). THis is literally just smut.

Word Count: 1714

Part 1

Masterlist

Peter laughed and led you into his bedroom.

You walked in and Peter closed the door behind you.

“I can’t even see you, Parker,”

“Would it be too cliche if I were to light some candles?” Peter asked.

“Absolutely,”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Peter asked, moving towards you.

He placed a light hand on your face, and another on your hip. Peter leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. You parted your lips, allowing Peter to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moved your hand up to Peter’s hair, tangling your fingers in his curls.

Peter began walking towards his bed, forcing you to walk backwards while holding onto him. When your hit the bed, Peter lowered you back onto it.

He lifted his face away from yours, allowing you to scooch back on his single bed. Peter hovered above you, leaning down to kiss you again.

Peter slowly ran his hands up your stomach, lifting your shirt up.

“Can I take this off?” He asked.

“Only if I can take yours off,”

Peter smiled, sitting up so he was straddling you and lifted his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor.

“Your turn,”

You sat up slightly, Allowing Peter to remove your shirt. Peter then made his best attempts to remove your bra. After he struggled for a moment he managed to unclasp it. You let it slip off your arms, and threw it onto the ground with the your shirts.

Once once they off he leaned down to kiss you again. Peter kissed beside your mouth, trailing small kisses until he reached your neck where he gently started sucking. He left one hand on your waist, and used the other to massage your breast. He rolled your nipple in his fingers, ever so slightly pinching it.

You moaned, raking your nails down Peters back. Peter began kneading your breast harder with each moan you let out. You could feel pleasure pulsating through you, right to your core.

Peter slowly began moving his way down your body. Pausing only to nip at your breast.

You felt Peter’s hands on the waist band of your pants “Can I take these off?”

“You know the rules, Parker,” You said.

Peter chuckled. Slowly removing your pants and tossing them on the floor. He stood, and removed both his pants and boxers.

His dick rolled up on to his stomach as soon as his boxers made it to his thighs.

You removed your underwear and tossed them on to the bedroom floor.

“That all for me, Parker?” You ask,

“You know it, darling,”

Peter separated your legs and lied down in between them. He left sloppy kisses up your thigh until he reached your centre. His hands travelled slowly up your thighs,

“Please, Peter,”

“Be patient, darling,”

Peter ran a finger though your lips,

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N,”

You moaned as Peter teased a finger in and out of you. He ran his tongue over your clit in small strokes. You moaned and arched your back, running your fingers through Peter’s hair.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

Your body began shaking as Peter ran his tongue back and forth across your clit. Peter slid two fingers into you and began pumping them in and out of you, curling them against your g-spot.

You began moaning louder, grasping his hair, pulling him closer to you.

He licked tight circles over your clit, causing you to begin rocking against his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed

Peter pressed his tongue down hard on your clit, pushing his fingers into you hard.

You moaned Peter’s name, your walls pulsating on his fingers. As you ran through your orgasm Peter continued to lick at your clit.

You could still feel your orgasm pulsating through you when you pulled Peter’s head away from you, closing your legs, letting your body twitch through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

Peter moved your hands away, and separated your legs once more, licking all the cum that was spilling out of your lips.

When Peter finally pulled his head up, he looked right into your eyes and smiled.

“Way better than the pizza we had,”

You laughed, “It’s your turn, Parker,”

You and Peter switched places so he was now lying on his bed while you straddled his legs.

You gripped Peter’s cock in your hand, running your thumb over the premium dripping out of the tip.

“Fuck,” Peter moaned.

You moved Peter’s legs apart and kneeled in between them.

You wrapped your hand around the base of Peter’s dick as you slowly began sucking on the tip.

“Y/N,” Peter moaned.

You took that as a sign to begin moving your hand faster, taking in more of his dick in your mouth.

Peter slid his hand through your hair, moaning as your began sucking down harder.

You ran your tongue around, and Peter began bucking his hips, desperate for more.

You quickly bobbed your head up and down on Peter’s cock, taking in as much as you could.

“Fuck, Y/N,”

You could feel yourself getting wetter with each sound that came out of Peter’s mouth.

Peter’s dick twitched as you ran your tongue over the tip in circles.

Peter balled up your hair in his hand, and you went down on him as hard as you could. He gently pushed your head down, and you began to speed up.

You began to roll his balls in your hand as you continued to go down hard on his cock.

You moaned around his cock, causing his whole body to shudder. You looked up at Peter, his eyes were closed, and he was biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly Peter let out a loud moan as warm cum began shooting into your mouth.

You slowly removed your mouth from Peter’s dick, giving him a minute to cool down.

You moved to lie down next to Peter.

“Damn, Y/N. That was way better than Back to the Future,”

You laughed, placing a light kiss to Peter’s neck.

“I think you should keep kissing me there,” Peter said.

You smiled at him, leaning towards his neck, placing sloppy kisses close to his jawline. You moved your hand down, and began stroking Peter’s dick.

“God, Y/N, you’re so perfect,”

Peter ran his hands up your back, tracing small shapes along your spine.

Eventually you pulled away from his neck, “Fuck me, Peter,”

Peter flipped you on to your back so he was hovering over you. You ran your hands through Peter’s messy curls as he sucked on one of your breasts.

He brought one of his hands down and began massaging your clit with his thumb.

“So wet for me, Y/N,”

You could feel Peter’s dick twitch against your thigh,

“Fuck me, Peter,” you begged.

Peter moved his attention away from your boobs, and down to your vagina. He grabbed his dick, and slowly inched into you. You both moaned at how amazing it felt.

Peter began slowly rocking into you. He kept his fingers on your clit, moving them in small circles.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

You wrapped your legs around Peter, “Harder,” you begged.

Peter began slowly speeding up his thrusts, with each thrust, hitting your g-spot. You raked your nails down his back, surely leaving marks.

Peter kept getting faster, you were moaning like crazy, digging your nails into his back.

He began sucking on your neck, pressing his body tight against yours. His fingers began to speed up, pressing your clit harder with each thrust into you.

“Pete- oh god- i’m gonna come,” You moaned.

You both were thrusting into each other as hard as you could. Peter could feel you clench down on him as your walls came tumbling down, hot come pouring out of you. Peter thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and coming on your stomach.

Peter rolled over so you were both sharing the small space of his bed.

You were both lying there, staring at the bunk above you, breathing heavily.

“Man, you really know how to throw a movie night,” You said.

Peter laughed.

“And you said May’s away all weekend?”

Peter leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss on your lips.

“Yes she is,”

“I think we should do this every movie night,” you decided.

“Yeah, I think Ned would have something to say about that,” Peter laughed.

Eventually, you and Peter got cleaned up, and ready for bed.

“Hopefully the power’s back on tomorrow,” you said, cuddling up to Peter’s side in bed.

“If not, I think we’ll be able to think of something to do,” Peter smiled and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, Parker,”

“Goodnight, darling,”

———————————————————

On Monday, you were standing with Peter at his locker when Ned ran up to you guys.

“Hey guys!” Ned said.

“Hey Ned,” Peter said.

“Did you guys end up doing movie night without me?” Ned asked.

“Yeah, we did,” You answered.

“I heard the storm knocked out the power in all of Queens, How did you guys even watch anything?”

“I had Back the the Future on my laptop,” Peter said.

“Oh,” Ned said.

Peter continued to pull things out of his locker while you and Ned stood and waited for him.

Ned was looking at Peter strangely.

“Peter?” Ned said

“Yeah,”

“Is that a hickey?” Ned asked.

Peter quickly covered his neck with his hand and turned to look at you with wide eyes.

You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Oh my god- you guys didn’t watch a movie!”

“Are you two together now? Like are you dating?” Ned continued.

You smiled, “Yes, we are,”

“Finally!” Ned exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes and placed a light kiss on Peter’s cheek.

“So wait, you guys had sex?” Ned whispered, leaning in closer to the two of you.

“Ned!” You exclaimed.

“Three times, two days,” Peter whispered back.

“Peter!”

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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Who's the real Freak here?
  • <p> <b>Robert:</b> Guys! Joseph has this weird cult thing where he fucks and sacrifices dads and I don't even know if he's human! Look at these pictures of his whole dungeon under the cul-de-sac!! *shows pictures*<p/><b>Dads:</b> *looks at Joseph*<p/><b>Joseph:</b> ....Uh...Robert puts pineapple on his pizza. Who's the real culprit here?<p/><b>Brian:</b> Ahh...he's got a point.<p/><b>Craig:</b> Yeah, dude. Cult thing was predictable but pineapple on pizza?? That's gross.<p/><b>Robert:</b> Didnt you drink sauce???<p/><b>Damien:</b> Better than pineapple on pizza you brute.<p/><b>Robert:</b> He's killed people.<p/><b>Hugo:</b> Pineapple on pizza? Robert, you sure you're not a cryptid???<p/><b>Mat:</b> Nah, man. Not even cryptids would commit such an abomination. Robert's just...creepy.<p/><b>Joseph:</b> See? You freak of nature.<p/><b>Robert:</b> HE-- Omfg. WHY?!<p/></p>
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Give me the fast food lesbians. Oh and with a side of a healthy relationship between Kiki Pizza and Sadie Miller, please, thank you.

Brooklyn Nine Nine High School AU

I while ago I made headcanons of an au where the cast of Brooklyn Nine Nine are teachers at a high school, Jake is the English teacher, Amy is the math teacher, etc, which you can read here  if you want, and see the aesthetic of that au I made here. Then I started thinking, what if the cast of Brooklyn Nine Nine were STUDENTS in high school? So here’s headcanons of them as students.

• Holt is the principal. Cheddar is the school mascot. Terry is a student teacher who is working towards an art education degree and helps teach the art class and also subs for the gym teacher.

• Jake is a massive prankster. Setting cats loose in the cafeteria on Fish Stick Friday, whoopee cushions on teachers’ chairs, drawing dicks on chalkboards, those kinda things. He’s always saying inappropriate jokes during the lesoons. He’s a pain in the ass to teachers but his classmates love him, he’s the class clown. He sits in the back of the class, throws spit balls. He’s failing math and needs a tutor.

• Amy always sits at the front of the class. Always raises her hand, always gets every question right. Amy overhears Principal Holt complaining to vice principal Kevin how every single tutor in the school quit tutoring Jake Peralta. The boy is simply un-tutorable.

• Amy jumps at this chance. If she can tutor an un-tutorable delinquent, Principal Holt will surely remember her! She offers to tutor Jake, despite the fact that she’s still picking spit balls out of her hair because of him.

• Gina and Jake were best friends since kindergarten. Gina’s the most popular girl in school, but don’t be fooled, she’s not the mean-cheerleader-Regina-George type. She acts like she’s better than everyone else (and to be fair, she kinda is) but she still has a big heart. She was voted class president and got the teachers to allow drinks in class.

• Rosa and Jake met in middle school. They made a plan to flood the bathrooms to avoid taking a huge test. They’ve been friends ever since. In high school, Rosa noticed some kids picking on this nerd named Amy. Rosa put Amy under her protection. “You mess with Amy, you mess with me” and trust me, nobody wants to have a problem with Rosa. Amy does Rosa’s homework to pay her back.

• In freshman year of high school, the school hosted a Halloween school dance. Charles showed up in a cat costume. This big kid started calling Charles homophobic slurs. Jake didn’t like that, and punched him in the face. Principal Holt didn’t suspend Jake for punching a student. Nobody stood up for Charles before. Charles saw Jake as his hero and followed him around all the time. Gina convinced the school that cat outfits were the next trend so everyone would stop picking on Charles.

• Jake and Amy meet at the school library during their lunch period to study. Jake obviously brings a three-course meal with him into the library. They both get kicked out for bringing food into a library. Amy’s super pissed off. They go to the cafeteria and study there. Jake can’t focus. His friends keep talking to him and distracting him. Amy just walks away. She’s frustrated that he won’t study.

• Jake see’s Amy walking away. He runs after her and notices the back of her head. “What’s those things in your hair?” Amy turns around and glares at him. “You should know, you’re the one that does this to me, every single day.” Jake’s heart sinks. He just wanted to have fun and throw spitballs. He didn’t think that about where the spitballs were landing. He didn’t think about the consequences to his actions. “I’m sorry Amy. I won’t do it again.” Amy’s still pissed but accepts his apology. The period’s almost over, but Jake invites Amy to come to his house after school so they can study.

• Gina got caught texting during class so she got detention. Rosa’s in detention, as usual. She’s surprised to see Gina there. She knew Gina was the class president so she assumed Gina was some boring goody-two shoes. “What’re ya in for?” Rosa asked. “My math teacher tried to confiscate my phone and I told him to go shove a ruler up his ass.” Rosa starts cackling. She’s impressed. “Damn, you’re way different than I thought you were.”

• Rosa tells Gina that she’s in detention for the rest of the month for irresponsibly mixing random chemicals in chemistry class and starting a huge fire. Gina only has detention for a week. She spent that week with Rosa, talking trash about their annoying classmates. Gina convinced Rosa to make a Twitter account. After than week is up, Gina pulls the fire alarm to get back into detention with Rosa.

• “Why’d you pull the fire alarm?” “So I can see you again.” Gina and Rosa both excuse themselves to go to the bathroom. They hook up in the bathroom stall. They’re girlfriends now and they’re unstoppable. More kids at school start coming out as gay/bi/pan/etc because they saw that the most popular girl in school, Gina Linetti, isn’t afraid to be herself. That gave them the strength to come out.

• Amy arrives at Jake’s house. She looks around and sees pictures of Jake and his mom, but no dad. Jake tells Amy that his dad left him when he was young. Amy puts her hand on Jake’s shoulders. “Oh, Jake, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Jake tells her that it’s fine, it happened a long time ago, he’s over it now.

• Amy spread her books and worksheets on Jake’s bed. Jake climbs on the bed and sits next to her. Amy shows Jake an equation and instructs “Show me how to solve for x” then Jake bursts into tears. “HOW CAN I FIND X WHEN I CAN’T EVEN FIND MY DAD?!?!” Amy doesn’t know what to do except pat him on the head. Jake calms down. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” Amy gives him an understanding nod.

• They try to study but Jake can’t seem to focus. He keeps getting distracted. “I’m sorry. I’m trying hard. I really am. People think I don’t try, but I do.” Amy’s heart sinks. She always thought Jake was just lazy. But he was reading the material and trying to solve the equation as hard as he could. He just couldn’t seem to pay attention. Amy has an idea. She orders Sal’s pizza. Every time Jake gets an answer correct, he gets a bite of pizza. Jake perked up. He loved pizza. He wanted his reward. It took some time but he finally got an answer correct and gobbled up his bite. “Are you proud of me?” Jake asked, his eyes widened. Amy gave him a high five. “So proud!” It made Jake so happy to finally hear that.

• Jake tries to solve another equation and the answer he gets is only a decimal point away from the correct answer. He asks Amy to still give him a bite of pizza. Amy shakes her head. “Nope. You didn’t get the correct answer. You didn’t earn this pizza.” She pushes the box out of his way. Jake grabs a slice out of the box anyways. “Hey!” Amy grabs the slice out of Jake’s hand. Jake bounces on top of Amy and tries to grab the pizza out of her hand. They both wrestle around the bed for a few seconds and start laughing. Jake’s literally ON TOP of Amy right now.

• They stop wrestling and just look into each other’s eyes. They’re both panting from all that wrestling. Jake drops the pizza out of his hand. He leans down and presses his lips against Amy’s. Amy closes her eyes and kisses him back. Jake pulls back. Amy says “That was great and all, but you’re still not getting your pizza.” Jake groans. “Damnit!” Amy laughs. They keep studying. Jake’s starting to get the hang of this. He’s getting more questions correct, which means more bites of pizza.

• There’s one question left, the short answer question. The hardest question on the worksheet. Jake asks “If I get this question correct, will I get a whole slice of pizza?” Amy has a mischievous smile. “Oh you’ll get something better than a slice of pizza.” Jake gets excited. “TWO slices of pizza?!” Amy rolls her eyes and tells him to just solve the equation.

• Jake finishes solving the problem, Amy looks over his work to see how he did. Amy glances over his paper, then suddenly knocks all the textbooks and papers off of the bed. She pushes Jake onto his back and climbs on top of him. She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses him. Jake wraps his arms around her back and kisses her back. After a minute of making out, Amy pulls away. Jake asks her, “So I got the question right?” Amy winked. “Nope.”

enemies to lovers yoongi

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  • wanna say this one goes out to my mom aka @warmau who inspired me to start my writing blogs so please check her out and send her love because she is my absolute favorite author on this site
  • but this au seems wild and im wildin today and blowing money on cherry bomb photocards so why not
  • you and yoongi both work in the food court of your local mall, but at different restaurants
  • he works at the pizza place and you work at the chinese restaurant
  • ever since you got the job, yoongi most definitely caught your eye from across the way
  • his dark, black hair that hangs in his sleepy eyes…
  • his pretty, pouty lips, that are forever in a permanent scowl…
  • his resting bitch face as he tries to convince people to waste their hard earned money on a combo meal…
  • yoongi is really the whole package
  • half of your work shift is spent just staring at him and hoping to the good lord above you don’t get caught
  • you have a few times but that is beside the point
  • you just stare wistfully and imagine what would happen if you crossed the food court and ran into his arms-
  • but alas, you cannot do that because if you’re in the restaurant business, you can’t just spend time with the enemy
  • even if you’re craving pizza, it is forbidden by restsurant law to even give your thoughts to the competition, so you’ve never actually talked to yoongi
  • ever
  • but that is a okay because your spot as cashier is the perfect viewing place to glance over at yoongi when you have a free moment
  • yoongi totally knows you’re checking him out at all seconds of the day, but he’s too shy to ever go over and say something to you, even when he’s not working, so he pretends that you don’t exist
  • besides, he has lyrics to write on the back of used receipts, melodies to tap out with spoons and knives
  • customers to swindle
  • but hoseok, who works at the pizza place too, totally realizes you two have the hots for each other so he’s always like “oh yoongi i think we should get chinese for lunch today, im really craving it”
  • “it’s not even our lunch break??”
  • “okay well go get me a snack then, some lomein sounds amazing right now”
  • “hoseok, no, i know what you’re trying to do”
  • “oh come on yoongi, all you ever do is stare at them all dreamy!!”
  • and then hoseok clasps his hands over his heart and wails, “oh young, forbidden love, is there anything more romantic than that?!”
  • the whole food court has stopped to stare at him, including you, and yoongi is redder than the tomato sauce on the pizzas so he just ducks down behind the counter and doesn’t come up for like the next ten minutes
  • since you two never actually interact, you think all is lost but then
  • then
  • one day it’s particularly slow in the mall
  • it’s summer so you have a full day of work ahead of you, and you’ve gotten maybe ten customers in the four hours you’ve been working, and you still got like six hours to go
  • yoongi is in the same predicament, if not worse, because his dearest hoseok has off today and yoongi doesn’t really interact with his coworkers unless they’re hoseok so um…
  • the two of you are lazing around, stealing the additional glance at each other
  • when your boss comes over and is all “hey, we really are doing poorly today, we need to change our tactic to get some customers in”
  • he hands you a tray with little food samples on it and shoves you outside the safety from behind the counter, then says, “go out near the entrance to the food court and try to convince some people to get over here and eat our food”
  • “isn’t that a little i dunno… pushy.”
  • “do you like your paycheck or not”
  • so with some huffing and puffing and grumbling you take the tray and shuffle over towards the food court entrance, trying to pretend you aren’t embarrassed
  • but the pizza place is not having that, oh no, they also are under target today for sales and they won’t just have prospective customers snatched away like that
  • “alright yoongo, time to go win us over some customers!!”
  • “actually my name is yo-”
  • “use that charm of yours on the ladies, alright?”
  • “as long as i can use it on the dudes as well”
  • “sure sure whatever, just get out there and win us over some customers”
  • they hand yoongi a tray with some little pizza bites in little cups in it and he starts walking to the middle of the food court but his boss shouts, “no no, you need to be right over there with that chinese food! SHOW THEM THE SUPERIOR CUISINE”
  • if youre wondering, chinese food is better than pizza #facts
  • yoongi is a little freaked out by his boss’ enthusiasm for making sales but he does what’s asked of him because the only other place hiring right now is gamestop and he doesn’t wanna be stuck with jungkook every two seconds he weebs out over overwatch and persona so like… this job is pretty important
  • but then yoongi realizes you’re the one who’s also trying to sell food and now he’s all flustered and embarrassed and he doesn’t know what to do so he just kind of stands there and gapes for a few seconds
  • but then he gets on his #customerserviceface and traipses over to you, smiling that cute lil gummy smile of his face
  • “i’m gonna take you down” his smile only grows bigger and you’ve never been so attracted yet so afraid of someone in your life
  • “oh it is SO on dough boy”
  • “shut up you noodle brat”
  • “pepperoni person”
  • “you really don’t have anything better than that, you piece of kung pao shrimp”
  • “like that was any better pineapple pizza”
  • “you take that one baCK”
  • “mAke mE”
  • you two are so busy squabbling that you kind of ignore would be customers for like the first fifteen minutes
  • but then you remember what you’re supposed to be doing and with one final glare at yoongi, you snap “i was here first anyhow”
  • “it’s a mall, not your backyard” yoongi rolls his eyes “i can be wherever i want”
  • “except on top because i bet i can give out all my samples before you can!”
  • yoongi laughs and nods “you’re on. first one out of food officially has the best food in the food court”
  • the two of you spend the next hour trying to shove people down shoppers throats, and most of them end up at the mcdonalds, but you and yoongi are so damn absorbed in your competition that you don’t even care that you’re not actually doing your respective businesses any good
  • but it’s fun?? you’re having fun??
  • you don’t think you’ve laughed harder in a work shift ever before, especially when yoongi starts trying to do some god awful italian accent to try and win some customers over about it being authentic pizza
  • and he can’t help but smile fondly when you try to explain to customers for the millionth time that no, you can’t make szechuan chicken mild when it’s already premade with the szechuan sauce on it already
  • and when there aren’t any shoppers around, you and yoongi just kinda.. talk
  • he tells you about his dream to get to college to work with music production and how he doesn’t have the money right now, which is why he’s working at the freaking food court right now
  • and you tell him about yourself, and your reason for getting the job, and your hopes and dreams for the future as well
  • he tells you about his friends, about hoseok, the loud one who’s always screaming when there’s a flame in the oven because it’s scary
  • and about jungkook, who has the audacity to order dominos instead of visiting yoongi
  • and jin, who hogs the blankets all the damn time but washes yoongi’s uniform so him so it’s even
  • you talk about your friends too, but none of them seem as interesting as the people that yoongi hangs out with and you kind of hope that one day maybe yoongi will introduce you to them…
  • but then you realize that means hanging out with yoongi… as like friends or something…
  • and now you’re blushing
  • things have gotten pretty quiet now, and you think that maybe you should head back to actual work…
  • “wait, we both still have one left”
  • he shrugs and points to your little cup
  • your brows furrow and you frown slightly, then start to scan around the food court for anyone who someone to take your food so you can end this battle once and for all
  • but there’s a sudden weight on the tray, and you spin back around, and there’s yoongi, holding the cup up to his lips
  • and then he just chugs the freaking lomein like that, he just goes for it, finishes up your last sample
  • your eyes go wide and you smile softly
  • “well i guess you win” he says cooly, but there’s a noodle hanging from his lip and you point
  • he gets all red and quickly wipes it away
  • you take a deep breath, then reach over and grab his last pizza bite, then pop it into your mouth
  • “hey, this is actually pretty good” you nod
  • “the best food this damn place has to offer” he says with a wink
  • “hey wait a second-”
  • now you’re both laughing again
  • but your bosses are tired of you guys flirting instead of erasing the competition so they both call you back over so you can man the cash registers
  • but you and yoongi were having fun, a good time, and you don’t really want that to end?? so uh now you’re both waving over at each other dumbly from behind your counters and smiling and mouthing things to each other that you can’t really understand but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?
  • and as it comes to the end of your shift, you feel kinda upset because it’s been fun goofing off with yoongi??
  • like you’re so overwhelmed with butterflies that you actually spoke to yoongi?? like not only did you like introduce yourself?? but you had a real, actual conversation?? amazing??
  • you hope that tomorrow will be even better…
  • your clocking out right
  • the mall is shutting down for the night
  • the lights are all turning off
  • you’ve done all your side jobs, cleaned up for the night, restocked the sauces, cleaned all the machines and what not
  • you grab your jacket from the back, but when you come back out yoongi is standing there, hands in his pockets, looking all shy and cute
  • you blush and smile and give a lil wave
  • he smiles and waves back
  • “so…” you both say in unison
  • you both laugh and now you’re both tomato red
  • “today was fun” yoongi says slowly “so i was uh… i was wondering if you wanted to um…”
  • he starts to fumble over his words
  • “wanted to get some ice cream maybe?’ you suggest
  • yoongi’s eyes light up and he nods excitedly
  • you usually take the bus home, but yoongi drives, so you go with him to the ice cream parlor and you two share a banana split and maybe even a cute kiss too
  • the end
Fling - Dylan O’Brien

“No, we can’t do girls night tomorrow, I have a meeting Sunday morning I’ll actually need sleep for.” You sigh into your phone. You and your girlfriends were supposed to have a girls night complete with face masks, the latest gossip and a sleepover tonight, but it looks like both your friends are ditching. 

“Tonight just won’t work for me.. I’m going out with that guy I told you about.” Your best friend tells your through the phone.

“The mailman?” You frown even though she can’t see.

“No, God no.” She replies with pure disgust in her voice. “Last week, he took me to some shady old bar. He wouldn’t keep his hands off of me, literally everyone inside was staring at me.”

“Did him anyways?” 

“Well, yes.” She confesses. “I mean, after that horrible date I deserved to have some fun.” 

“Sure.” You mutter, a small smile playing on your lips, not at all certain you approve of her choices. 

“Tonight I’m going out with Adrian, the guy I met at the movies. He’s taking me to a fancy restaurant, I’m gonna make him order some fancy champagne.” Your best friend continues. “Sorry to ditch you but champagne sounds lots better than ice cream and pizza at your place.”

“Great.” You mumble, looking down at your shopping cart filled with tubs of ice cream, microwave popcorn, oven French fries and just about every choice of face mask the store offers. “Wasn’t gonna have pizza.” You even got cashews, which seemed appropriate since you’re basically adults now.

“Whatever, point is, we have these Friday nights every month, it’s not that big of a deal if we skip it just this once.” 

It is a big deal actually. Friday nights have been a tradition since college, when you first parted your ways.You rarely see your friends anymore since everyone is so caught up at work or with school. Friday night once a month is the only time you have together, but apparently it means more to you than it does to your friends. “Have fun with Adrian.” 

“Will definitely do.” Your friend giggles before you end the phone call.
Continuing to roam the isles, you decide to keep the oven fries and the ice cream, then move onto the candy isle. Eating away your feelings won’t do any good, but it’s not like you have something better to do now.

“Uh sorry.” 

You look up into a pair of slightly familiar brown eyes. “Shit.” You mumble when you realize you rammed your cart into him. “I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologize to the guy you seem to run into every time you shop your groceries. Not quite as literally as tonight, though. 

“That’s okay. Hi.” He smiles, “If I knew I was gonna run into you, I would have dressed a little nicer.” He chuckles looking down at his sweats, which makes you laugh because you’re wearing a ratty old tee shirt that reaches your thighs with a legging that may or may not have a hole that seductively reveals your dotted underwear. 

The guy moves his gaze to your cart. “Did you get dumped, too?” 

“By my friends, yeah.” You nod and roll your eyes. “It’s fine, I’m just gonna go home and –“ You stop your ramblings. “You got dumped?” 

“Yeah.” He nods. That’s when you realize you never did catch his name, which, by default, makes this awkward now that you’ve cut the topic of heartbreak. Especially since you’ve talked plenty times before (never much deeper than ‘Stalking me now, huh?’, ‘Fancy spotting you here again.’, and ‘We should carpool, probably.’), it has been going on for at least two years now.

“You should have a look at this.” He says as he hands you a magazine.
You frown as you flip through the pages, not exactly sure what you’re looking for until you spot a pair of brown eyes exactly like the ones focussed on you.

“You’re in a magazine?” Quickly scanning the pages, you catch that his name is Dylan. Which he told you before, but totally slipped your mind. 

“Next page.” Dylan says. “You probably want to read that.” He points out the picture at the bottom of the page, which makes you frown even more because it’s a picture of you. 

“What is this?” 

“Read it.” Dylan says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. 

‘Dylan O’Brien… Teen Wolf actor… famous girlfriend Britt Robertson… cheating scandal.” 

“Oh no.” You mutter once it all adds up. “I’m so sorry, when did they even take those?” 

“Must have been last week. There’s about a dozen other articles out there, assuming you’re an actress as well.” Dylan sighs. “Britt’s freaking out. Remember that time she came in with me and the cashier just assumed we were shopping together.” 

You nod. “Right. Shit of course she would think this is a thing.” 

“It’s not just about this, though.” He shrugs. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Not at all your fault.” Dylan shakes his head. “I’m sorry you’re all over everywhere right now.” 

“Yeah I kinda didn’t realize you’re an actor..” You mumble, quite embarrassed. 

Dylan laughs. “I know. I like that.” 

“I should have known.” 

“Now you’ve got something to do tonight,” he smiles. “There’s six seasons of Teen Wolf so you should be good for a while.” 

You laugh. “Yeah, thanks for the reference.” 

“Of course you could also go for a movie, just not one Britt and I are in together, that’s kind of awkward now.” He mutters. 

The both of you fall back into a comfortable pace, roaming the isles and filling up the cart. You don’t know how it happened that Dylan is now putting his groceries with yours, but neither one of you comment on it. 

He grabs hold of a few other magazines that feature the rumor, looking quite satisfied as he puts them in the cart. “We probably should get exchange these for - er - not melted ones.” Dylan chuckles as he puts the tubs of ice cream back in the freezer and switches them out for new ones. 

At the register Dylan takes it as his job to bag the items. When you go to pay he actually starts to laugh at you. “What? I throw a shitload of stuff into your cart and you wanna pay?” He raises his brows. 

“It’s fine.” You shrug. 

“Here’s my card.” He chuckles as he swipes it. “You’re too kind.” 

“I could have paid for that.” You say on your way out of the store. 

“You have like three things!” Dylan laughs again. 

“Still.” You shrug. 

“You deserve a free tub of ice cream on a Friday night.” He smiles as you walk out into the parking lot.

“Alright.” You roll your eyes, grinning. “Thanks.” 

Dylans smile fades away easily though as he notices someone flashing their camera. “Guess you’ll have an even bigger photo all over internet tomorrow.” He mutters. 

“Do they really follow you around everywhere?” You frown. 

“Since they figured out who hides behind the beard, yes.” 

“That’s horrible.” 

“That’s life.” Dylan shrugs. “Let’s give them something to talk about.” You shoot him a look of confusion, but before you can ask Dylan his lips are on yours. He’s got one hand on the small of your back, holding onto the shopping cart with the other. 

When you break apart there’s even more people flashing their cameras. Dylan smiles, quite accomplished with what he just did. “Now as for that movie, your place or mine?”

[9]

Oh also there’s a war going on in the spirit world over Watanuki’s eye or something and I totally forgot to talk about it BUT I’M SURE IT’LL BECOME SUPER RELEVANT SOON SO IT’S FINE. 

CHAPTER 45 IS DOWN. 

NEXT WE TACKLE THE HUNDRED PAGE MONSTROSITY THAT MAY OR MAY NOT KILL ME. 

BUT FIRST: LUNCH. 

Arrangement

a/n: A filled request. I’m putting the ask at the end because I don’t wanna spoil it, but oh boy it was a good one. It’s something I haven’t written like ever, and I really love requests like this where I get to write these unique AUs ahh!!! 

Also the title sucks, whatever. 


“Arthur, I have to work.”

The look on Alfred’s face told him otherwise. Those full lips quirked up in a boyish smile, hand making no move to lift off Arthur’s thigh. It told Arthur it was okay to ignore the dialogue and continue carding through Alfred’s damp hair, pushing it away from his face as baby blue eyes watched his every move.

“Okay, leave.” Arthur threw his leg over Alfred’s waist, nuzzling into that warm, tanned expanse of a chest, pulling the covers up over their shoulders as Alfred took to sighing as a response. 

“I really do, you know?” 

“Has no one told you it’s bad manners to leave so quickly after making love?”

Alfred propped his elbow up on the pillow, resting his head in the palm of his hand, “I’ve already been late two times, Artie.”

He was being cute. 

Arthur could always tell when Alfred was being cute. He would pout, he would cup Arthur’s face into his hands, he would laugh, even if Arthur’s jokes were often made at his expense. He did just as Arthur’s other lovers had done and would appeal to him- physically, emotionally, and Arthur always did the exact same thing in response.

He would reach into his wallet.

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Scott McCall Imagine- I Came To Help

Summery- You’re Lydia Martin’s cousin, you grew up in Beacon Hills but you moved with your parents to England, after you were bit by Peter Hale in your sophomore year. However as soon as you heard Stiles had been possessed by the Nogitsune you came back to help. You had romantic history with Scott McCall but you soon discovered he had moved on, but you weren’t ready to let him go yet.

“Y/N!” someone shouted from across the airport. You could barley see, you had two hours of sleep on the plane and some serious jetlag. You soon knew who it was when they wrapped their arms around you. “Lydia, you’ve changed so much” you laughed, struggling to breathe. You may be a werewolf, but no one gives long hugs like your cousin. “You’re one to talk, I barley recognised you. If it wasn’t for the hair and moody expression” she joked, finally letting go of you. “So, how do you feel about being back?” she asked, while helping you carry all your luggage. ”So far so good, but I would of rather come back on better terms, rather than this whole dark kitsune business” you shrugged. “I agree, but hey lets not think about that for at least the first few hours. We need to go show your new and improved self off to the pack” she said, giving you a small poke. “I thought you told me they knew I was coming back” you said, stopping still. “Erm… they do. In fact Allison is waiting in the car for you. She was going to come in but I told her I wanted to have some catch up time first” she said, dragging you along by your arm. When you eventually made it to the car, it took Allison no longer than three seconds to climb out and hug you. “Hunters. You’ve definitely been practicing since the last time I saw you” you smiled. “Well I haven’t seen you in all your wolf glory yet. I’ve missed you so much” she beamed, letting go and putting your suitcase on the backseat. “I missed you too, I’ve missed all of you” you said, shuffling onto the seat next to your things. They both got in the car and began driving. “So… Have I missed anything?” you asked curiously. “You haven’t told her?” Allison tried to whisper to Lydia. “You must of forgot I have werewolf hearing and I’m not blind. You haven’t told me what?” you questioned, leaning forward. There was a brief moment of them exchanging glares before Lydia began, “I haven’t told you that… there’s a new member in the pack. She’s a Thunder Kitsune and her name’s Kira”. “That’s cool” you said, leaning back into your seat, there was definitely something she wasn’t telling you.

“I cant” you said anxiously. You had been parked outside Scott’s house for about five minutes, luckily no one had noticed. “You can and you’re going to” Lydia said sternly. “You may be a banshee, but I doubt you have superhuman strength or the ability to run really fast, like run off out of here as soon as you unlock the car door” you said, staring at the front of his house through the windshield. “It’s going to be fine, I promise” Allison said softly. “If you don't strut your werewolf ass in there, you’re cooking dinner tonight” Lydia smirked, knowing that would be enough to convince you alone. “Fine” you whined, as the three of you got out the car and approached the door. You tuned your hearing to hear the words, “Lydia and Allison are back with the pizza” come from Stiles’ mouth. You knew she was lying to you, her unsteady heartbeat gave that away but you didn’t think it would be about such a major detail. You turned to the side, ready to make run for it but the door swung open before you could move. “Hey, where’s the… OMG” Stiles practically shouted in disbelief. You turned to face him and gave a believable smile, you were going to kill Lydia when you got to your aunts. “This is way better than pizza” he grinned, letting the other two walk in. He stopped to give you a hug before following you into the living room. Isaac was sitting on the sofa along with a girl you didn’t recognise. Isaac’s eyes widened and he stood up to hug you, “Long time no see” he laughed. “You’ve gotten tall, and you’ve gained a scarf” you joked. The girl stood up nervously and smiled at you, “You must be Kira, the badass Kitsune, right?” you asked, pulling her into a short hug to not leave her out. “That’s me” she said shyly. You could already tell you were going to get along. There was an awkward silence for a moment, “Why does it smell like-” Scott began saying as he walked in, before Lydia, Allison and Stiles moved out of the way so he could see you, “Y/N?” he asked. You nod your head, not able to speak or look away from him. “What are you doing here, in Beacon Hills?” he asked, equally staring back at you. “I erm.. I came to help” you said, barley making a sound. He walked closer over to you, neither of you knowing whether to kiss on the cheek, hug, shake hands or high five. Luckily you avoided the situation of you doing two different things, as you both went in for a hug. You both lingered longer than you should of, melting back into old habits and familiar scents. Stiles cleared his throat, signalling for Scott to let go. You pulled away from each other, both of you trying to conceal a small smile. “Shall we put a film on and do a bit of catching up?” Lydia suggested, clapping her hands together. You all nod and began to get settled. You were just telling Isaac how your flight went, when you saw Allison take Lydia into the kitchen. “One sec” you excused. You walked over to your bag that was in the hall and pretend to get something. You focused your hearing, only catching a bit of their conversation. “When are you going to tell her?” Allison whispered. “I’ll tell her but not right now. She seems happy” Lydia replied. “I think it’s important she knows Scott and Kira have a thing going on” Allison remarked. Considering it had been over a year, the feelings were still raw, it was like you found him cheating on you or something. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you felt a tight pain in your stomach. You wiped your eyes that had began to tear up and you exhaled, before gathering the courage to walk back into the living room. You looked over to see Kira sitting next to Scott, leaning on him. They were both laughing, but Scott stopped the second he saw you and his body tensed up. “I’m really tired and I just need some rest, I think I’m going to go back to Lydia’s. But we need to do this another time for sure” you said, it was obvious you were hurt. “Are you sure? We could all have a pack sleep over like we used to-” Stiles began. “No really, I just need a good nights sleep. Tell Lydia I’ve got the spare key and I’ll get my suitcase from Allison’s car tomorrow if she cant carry it.” you said, giving a weak smile. “Do you want a lift?” Stiles asked, noticing there was something wrong. “No, I’m fine honestly, see you” you said picking up your bag and heading out the door. “See you” they replied simultaneously. It didn't fully hit you until about half way down the road. Your walk turned into a run and your tears turned into loud sobs. You should of seen this coming, did you expect him to wait around for you forever? “ Where’s Y/N?” Lydia asked concerned, walking back into the living room. “She just took off, she’s heading back to yours” Isaac said. “Is she ok?” Allison questioned. “She didn’t seem it” Stiles said, shaking his head, trying to come to a conclusion. “Well cant werewolves smell emotions?” Lydia asked, her voice getting higher. “She smelled upset” Isaac said, not sure if he was right or not. “No, she smelt heartbroken” Scott said, staring down at his hands.

You heard the door unlock and footsteps coming up the stairs but you didn’t have the energy to move. You were laying on Lydia’s bed, your head buried into her pillow, you had the lights off and re-runs of ‘friends’ playing. “This must be serious” she said opening the door. She kicked her shoes off and flopped down beside you, “What happened? I’ve never seen you like this, ever” she sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it” you groaned, but it was muffled by the pillow anyway. “Come on, we haven’t had boy talk in ages” she said softly. “I just, I just couldn’t sit there and watch him with someone else” you said, sitting up. “You heard me and Allison talking, didn’t you” she said, dropping her head. “Yeah” you whispered, giving a sad smile. “If it makes you feel any better, Kira and Scott haven’t known each other long, about a month” she said, rubbing your arm. “It’s ok. He deserves to be happy, even if I’m not the reason anymore” you shrugged. “Believe me, I’ve had my fair share of boy drama. I can spot someone who isn’t ready to move on from a mile off” she claimed. “I guess I’m not. Maybe I’m just being selfish” you said downheartedly. “Sweetie, there’s no such thing as selfish when it comes to heartbreak” she stated. “I’ll get over it, you fall in love more than once” you were trying to convince yourself more than her. “Right” she said, letting out a small sigh. “It’s late, maybe we should just go to sleep” you said, rolling over. “Well being as you already have friends on, it wouldn’t hurt to watch a few more episodes” she hinted. You smiled and sat back up, “You’re the reason I was sleep deprived when we were young” you said, shaking your head. She turned up the volume and your few episodes turned into an all night marathon. You’d missed doing things like this with her.

A few weeks later.

“I came here to save my best friend” Allison said bravely. “Are you ready?” Scott asked you. You simply nod your head, before you all walked through the gates. You, Allison, Isaac and Kira stayed to fight the Oni off, while Scott went to find Lydia and Stiles. You weren't fighting them for long, before you all started to get tired. “How do we stop them?” you shouted, while ducking to avoid one of their swords. “You cant!” Kira’s mom shouted back to you. You felt one of them slice the back of your leg, while another slashed your arm. You shook your head, allowing your fangs and nails to grow out. You let out a ferocious growl and carried on fighting them both, until Isaac jumped in to help you. A third one came over and pushed him to the ground, while another sliced his chest. You were distracted by that for a split second, which was enough time for one of them to pick you up by your throat. You were struggling to breathe and you couldn’t move. Allison began to panic, she fumbled with her bow and pulled out another arrow. Meanwhile, Isaac was repetitively being cut and the Oni threw you to the floor. You were pulling yourself away when Kira distracted it, giving you enough time to heal, you had just enough energy to pick yourself back up. That’s when you saw a bright green light, coming from the Oni that was cutting Isaac. She managed to kill one, Allison did it. There was a moment of hope, before you saw one of them move towards her, “ALLISON MOVE!” you shouted. Before you knew it, she was pulling a sword from her stomach. You heard your cousin’s shrill scream, which echoed through your head. Isaac caught her as she fell to the ground. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, you must of been in shock because all of a sudden you couldn’t hear anything, not even your own loud crying. Kira’s mom pulled Kira back, allowing you all to have your space to soak everything in. Your mouth was wide open in disbelief and you felt your legs get weak, you were about to pass out before Scott pulled you into him. You put your hand on his chest and leant your head on his shoulder. You were crying on him until Allison’s dad came. You watched the heartbreak in his eyes, he may of been an Argent but nothing could prepare him for his daughter’s death. Yet still he stood there and told you all exactly what to say, when he was hurting even more so than you all. That was the say you lost your best friend. Knowing you would never be bridesmaids at each other’s weddings, knowing you wouldn’t hear her laugh, see her smile or even listen to her complaining about how much homework she had to do. That was the day you lost a piece of you, a piece you would never get back.

Hours Later

You pushed the door open, and fell into what appeared to be a garden. It was covered in a thick layer of snow, and snowflakes were still falling. You had no idea where you were, you didn’t even remember how you got there. You walked around, running your fingers on the tops of statues, not actually sure what you were doing. You saw a girl sitting up against something (It looked like a school cupboard). “Hey” you shouted over to them. You didn’t receive an answer, so you began to walk over slowly. That’s when you realised the girl had strawberry blonde hair, similar to yours. “Lydia?” you shouted, your concerned expression turned into a smile. You walked over to her quickly, but stopped when you still didn’t get a reply, you weren’t actually sure if she was moving. ”Lydia?” you asked again, slowly walking to face her. You screamed and covered your mouth when you saw it. Your cousin, her eyes wide open and her dress saturated in blood. You crouched down beside her and tried to feel for a pulse, to which you were unsuccessful. You leant your head on her and began to cry. “We’re going to kill you, all of you” someone said. “Who’s there?” you asked, slowly looking up. You saw a mummified creature creep its way across to stand infront of the door. “You’re the Nogitsune, you killed Allison, you killed my cousin!” you shouted. You stood up and let your fangs and nails grow. But before you could move the Oni appeared out of thin air and pulled out their swords.

“Where’s my cousin, where is she?” Lydia shouted. “She said something about going to the school” Stiles said, with his head in his hands. “I’ve just lost my best friend, I’m not loosing my cousin too” she said, her lip quivering. “We’re not loosing anyone else, we’ll save her!” Scott said firmly. “So what now?” Kira asked, “We go to the school, we save Y/N and we kill the Nogitsune” Scott exclaimed. “I’ll get Derek” Isaac said, as everyone rushed outside. “Are you sure she said the school?” Lydia asked as they approached the door. “Positive” Stiles replied, slowly opening it. They walked in, being met with the same coldness, making them fall short of breath. They walked through the garden together, until they come across a small trail of blood stained snow. “We’re going to kill them Stiles, we’re going to kill all of them” a voice from behind them claimed. They all turned around quickly. The Nogitsune was standing there, with you knelt on the floor next to him with two Oni holding you down. “Y/N!” Lydia shouted running forward, before Scott put his arm out to stop her. “Lydia, you’re not dead” you said, your tears turning into a nervous laugh of relief. “Let her go” Scott demanded, his eyes glowing red. With that, three more Oni appeared surrounding them. Stiles grabbed Lydia and dragged her to the side out of the way. After a few minutes of them fighting and you attempting to break free, Stiles stood up and picked up a sword, pointing it at himself. “Do it Scott, do what he cannot do for himself, or she dies” the trickster stated. “Don’t Scott” you shouted, before the Oni tightened their grip, making you tense from the pain. You closed your eyes, refusing to see another one of your friends die. “Divine move… It’s not real, none of this is real. You have to trust me, you may feel it but it’s not real, it’s another trick”  Stiles exclaimed. The pack stopped, and all began to slowly walked forward, the Oni forming a line slashing them with their swords as they walked past. You hesitantly stood up with all the strength you had left, enduring the pain from both Oni slicing into you. Scott grabbed your arm and helped steady you, pulling you into the line as you all walked back through the door. You all gave a sigh of relief and hugged each other, before the real void Stiles came marching over. He hit Kira and Scott, knocking them to the ground. Leaving you, Lydia and Stiles to shuffle your way backwards down the hall. “I’M A THOUSAND YEARS OLD, YOU CANT KILL ME!” It shouted, approaching you. “But we can change you” Lydia said uneasily. You smirked as you saw a pair of red eyes coming forward, along with Kira holding her sword. After the fall of Void Stiles, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Until you remembered all the damage and destruction it left behind. Including the death of Allison, and even one of the twins named Aiden. Lydia turned around and pulled you and Stiles into a tight hug after seeing him. It had been a long few weeks for you all.

“It’s your last day today, isn’t it?” Scott asked sadly. “It’s supposed to be” you replied. “What do you mean?” he questioned. “Well with everything we’ve been through I think It’s best if I stuck around for a while longer” you said slowly. “That’s great news” he said, pulling you into a hug. Even though you and Scott weren’t that close anymore, it was the happiest you’d seen him since you’d been there. He eventually pulled away from you, beaming you a smile. You smiled back, accidently glancing down from his eyes to his lips. He caught onto this and began to lean in, “What about Kira?” you asked quickly. “We’re just friends, we’ve told the pack a thousand times” he said softly. “Are you sure?” you asked again, not wanting to intrude on anything. “Positive” he smiled. leaning in again. He pressed his lips to yours, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. He hoisted you up, because of the whole height difference. Regression to the mean, it looked like things were going to get better after all.

Preference #2 | You’re Best Friends.

A/N: Sooo Calum’s preference got a little long. OOPS!

Ashton: 

It was week number 3 of the boys’ world tour. This meant it had been 3 weeks without my best friend. Ashton promised to call, text, and FaceTime when he got the chance. And to my surprise, he actually did do things on a fairly regular basis. We got into a pretty regular routine with when he’d call. Although, it wasn’t like being face to face. We both knew it. It was impossible to have movie nights or to go to the mall together. It had only been 3 weeks, but I already had plane tickets to go and see him. He had no clue and I wanted to keep it that way until the very last second. I had communicated with Luke since they left about coming. He said he’d make up some sort of excuse as to why he had to go to the airport to come pick me up. Luke would take me to the venue and I’d help out where I could for 2 weeks. The time to get off the plane had come and I texted Luke: I’m landed :) . I somehow had stuffed everything into a duffle and a backpack. I went to grab my bag and saw Luke waiting. “Hey, Luke!” I walked over and gave him a hug. “Ready to go see your boyfriend?” He smiled. “We.. aren’t dating. We’re just friends.” I stuttered. Luke laughed. “Sorry, the way he’s been talking about you lately, I just assumed he’d asked you out.” I blushed. “He talks about me?” Luke rolled his eyes. “Are you seriously joking? The guy literally only shuts up about you when we tease the shit out of him; and even then he’ll start again in a couple hours.” I turned even redder. “oh..” “But you didn’t hear it from me. Actually, you didn’t hear that at all.” Luke said. We hopped in an Uber and got to the venue. We put my stuff into the bus and then headed inside. “LUKE! Did you get the headphones you wanted because I found ones that look way better at.. HOLY SHIT! Y/N!” The curly haired boy came running towards me at full speed. I was soon lifted off of the ground. “What are you doing here?” He smiled. “Well, I guess this isn’t my apartment. Weird.” I teased. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you so much, you have no idea.” I laughed. “No, you have no idea how much I freaking missed you.” I responded. Ashton pulled me in even closer. Our faces were inches apart from each other. “Hi.” He whispered. “Hello, Ash.” I giggled. Suddenly his lips were on mine. His eyes widened and he quickly pulled back. “I don’t know why I just did that.” “I’m not mad. It was kinda nice actually.” “Again?” He asked with a huge smile. I nodded and we began to kiss again. “THEY ARE KISSING! YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS, MICHAEL!” Calum yelled.

Michael

“Pizza?” Michael asked. “We literally had pizza last movie night and the past 3 other times.” I groaned. “And what goes better with a movie than pizza?” He asked. “I don’t know, maybe like Chinese or Chipotle?” Michael pouted. I rolled my eyes. “You win this time, Clifford. Just this once!” I yelled as I went to grab the pizza takeout menu. I ordered pizza and sat back on the couch. “Wanna Netflix and chill?” Michael joked. “In the most innocent way possible, yes.” I laughed. “Oh c’mon. You’re no fun.” He rolled his eyes. I started grabbing movies and we finally decided on a comedy. The pizza arrived and we ate it happily while watching movies. We started cuddling as it got later. All of a sudden, Michael’s front door was burst open. The other three boys came tumbling in. “We heard it was movie night!” Ashton yelled. The other two boys smiled and nodded. “Oh, we aren’t interrupting anything, are we?” Calum teased. “Yeah, we heard it wasn’t a date, so we thought it would be fine if we came over.” Luke added. Michael glared at all of them. “It should be really fun with you guys here! I’ll go make more popcorn and grab more drinks.” I said and went into the kitchen with Michael close behind. “I can kick them out if you don’t want them here.” Michael said. “I mean I would’ve preferred the two of us, but we never said they couldn’t come, so the more the merrier!” I said as I grabbed the fresh popcorn and a couple of sodas. I set the stuff on the coffee table as the boys mumbled thank yous. I sat back down on the couch as the boys grabbed a horror movie. “Great..” I mumbled. Michael soon joined me back on the couch. “Are you okay watching this?” Michael whispered. I nodded my head as I began to see the horror in front of me. The movie kept getting scarier and tears started to silently come down my face. Michael looked down at me and tried to make me look away, but I’d gotten this far into the movie and I just hoped to see a happy ending soon. I continued to silently cry for awhile. Michael quickly grabbed me and started kissing me. “JESUS MICHAEL!” Luke shouted. Michael pulled away. “Now we know why we’ve never officially been invited to one of these movie nights!” Ashton said. “Seriously, if you’re going to do that get a room!” Calum added. “This is my house. This all is my room.” I continued to sit there blushing and speechless. “Well, on that note we will be heading home because our work is done here.” Ashton said. They all got up, said quick good-byes, and left. “Why did you kiss me?” I asked shyly. “You were crying. I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to make it stop and I didn’t know how and… and I’m sorry.” He flustered. “It’s okay. I’m not complaining, I just wanted to know.” He smiled.

Luke:

“Luuuuuuuukkkkeeeee” I called out. I had just gotten to his and Michael’s place, so we could hang out. I heard footsteps coming from the floor above me and saw Michael coming down the stairs. “Well, you’re not the postmates guy.” Michael sighs. “Hi to you too, Mikey. Where’s Luke?” Michael just pointed up the stairs where their bedrooms are. I nodded and headed upstairs. Luke’s door was open and I saw him soundly sleeping. I started to walk closer to him, so I could wake him up. “Michael, I swear to god if you try and prank me, I will murder you.” My eyes widened. “Well, I guess I’m glad that I’m not Michael.” Luke opened his eyes. “Y/N! Just come cuddle for a little bit. I’m not ready to go to the mall yet.” “Obviously” I laughed. I crawled in the other side and he soon wrapped an arm around me. We just laid there for a few minutes. “So what do you need to get again at the.. oh” I looked at Luke and he was fast asleep. I tried to fall asleep until I heard Luke mumbling. “Y/N. She’s so nice.” I smiled. “So pretty.. funny.. kiss me..” My eyes widened. I checked to see if he was awake, but he was sleeping. I had a crush on Luke, but I wasn’t going to act on this. It could’ve been a weird dream and he could think we were just friends, which we were. He finally woke up and got ready for the mall. “Okay, I need to hit a few places to grab some new shirts and pants, you?” He asked. All I could think about was what he had said in his sleep. “Uh, I don’t need anything.” He gave me a weird look and we went to the mall. “What do you think of this shirt?” He asked. It was just a plain black tee. “It’s a nice basic.” He rolled his eyes and continued looking. “This?” “It’s a good thing for layering.” He held onto it and moved on to the pants. He grabbed a couple of black jeans and I continued to make awkward comments. He grabbed a pair of bright red skinny jeans. “What do you think about these?” He raised an eyebrow. “I think if you paired it with the right shirt, you could make it work..” He sighed. “Cut the crap. What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird all day.” I decided whether or not to tell him. “Well?” He asked. “I might have heard you talking about me in your sleep. You might have said something about kissing me or wanting to, but I get that dreams aren’t real, so I didn’t want to say anything.” I spewed. His eyes widened. “Okay, you weren’t supposed to hear that. But now that you have, I really like you and I have for awhile. I didn’t want to say anything in case you didn’t like me back.” He let out a big sigh. “Well, I kinda like you too.” I smiled and he smiled back. “Wanna make all my dreams into reality?” He smirked. “All?” I asked. Luke laughed and nodded. 

Calum: 

Being on tour with the guys was one of the best times of my life. We were all good friends and Calum was my best friend. We got to see different cities almost everyday and I got to hang out with these four dorks all of the time. “Y/N! Can you grab me a drink from up there? I don’t care what it is.” Luke yelled. Calum had gone bass shopping with John and I didn’t want to go, so I stayed back with the boys. “Yep!” I grabbed another coke and went into the back of the bus. Luke stood up and opened it just as the bus started for regular check ups. His coke went all over my shirt and I just laughed because it was the kind of luck I had. “Do you want to borrow a shirt? I know you need to do laundry at the next hotel.” Luke asked. “That’d be great, thanks.” Luke went and grabbed a shirt from the small bag he kept on the bus. I took it into the bathroom and threw my shirt into a plastic bag. I also put my hair up into a bun because my outfit became more casual. Luke and I watched a few episodes of The Office before Calum got back. “Y/n! I’m back!” He yelled as he walked on. “How was bass shopping?” I asked as he walked in. He looked at me and at the shirt I was wearing. “It was fine. I got a new bass.” Calum suddenly sounded like this was the most boring conversation in the world.I shrugged it off and let him go, maybe he was tired from walking around. It was time to head into the venue and I ran up to Calum to talk to him after I had given him some space. “So are you playing your new bass tonight?” I questioned. “Yeah.” He said as he quickened his pace. “Are you excited?” I continued. “Can you just leave me alone?” He raged. I stopped in my tracks. “I’ll be in the bus. Sorry.” I spun around and ran to the bus with tears streaming down my face. I’d ordered my weight in pizza and cheese breadsticks. I switched into my pajamas and stained my pillow with makeup and tears. I didn’t know what I did to Calum and he’d never been actually that angry with me. I fell asleep until I heard the boys get on the bus. “Where was Y/N tonight? She’s normally waiting for us after our set.” Ashton asked. “She’s in here; I think. I’m going to bed.”  Calum sighed. “Is there something going on between the two of you?” Ashton asked. “I’m. going. to. bed.” I could almost hear Ashton lift his hands up as Calum walked towards the bunks. I didn’t understand what his deal was and now he was mad at Ash too because of me… The tears started to come out again and got out of bed and ran into the back before anyone could hear me. The door slid shut behind me and I flopped onto the couch. “Can I get an answer out of you as to what’s going on or are you going to bed too?” Ashton whispered. I looked at the boy sitting on the opposite couch. “I would tell you if I knew, but I don’t. And damn, do I wish that I did.” I sighed. I eventually fell asleep on the couch while Ash watched some dumb movie. I woke up the next morning looking like a raccoon that got caught in a wind storm. My hairbrush and makeup remover were my best friends today. Luke came onto the bus looking like this was his walk of shame. “Where were you last night?” I asked sounding sadder than intended. “I went to the club and well, things progressed and..” “Oh. I hope it was a good time.” I said. I walked off the bus, grabbed my laundry, and walked into the hotel. I checked myself in and went to the laundry machines to begin.  I heard a pair of footsteps. “So, I don’t mean to open any wounds, but what did you do to Y/N?” Luke asked. “What did I do? What the hell do you mean? I didn’t even know you two had a thing until yesterday when I saw her wearing your fucking shirt and then you didn’t even come back last night. She was a mess last night and then you come back in the morning and tell her you cheated on her! Which isn’t fucking cool for a few reasons. 1. She’s my best friend. 2. Nobody should be treated like that. 3. YOU KNEW I LIKED HER AND YOU STILL DECIDED TO GO FOR HER AND BREAK HER HEART!” I heard something hitting the wall and I assumed it was Luke. “Dude, what the actual hell are you talking about? We aren’t a thing.” “Did she know that?” Calum questioned. I decided it was time to end this. I walked into the hallway. “Yes, Cal. Luke and I were never a thing. I was a mess last night because you freaked out at me for no reason. And I’m still a mess if you couldn’t tell. I don’t what I did, but this is between you and me; not me and Luke.” Calum let Luke out of his grip. He turned to me. “Why were you wearing his shirt then?” “He spilled coke on me and offered me a clean one because he knew I needed to do laundry. But your attitude makes me wish I’d just kept the spilled one on because I spent the night in the bus crying anyways.” I explained. “You could’ve borrowed one of mine.” He mumbled. “You would’ve freaked out at me! Do you not remember what you were like yesterday, Calum?” I yelled. “I wouldn’t have been mad at all if you just wore one of mine instead of his!” He yelled back. “Why would that even matter? It’s just a shirt.” Calum let out a huge sigh. “It does because I’m in love with you. And I want you to wear my shirts. I know we’re best friends, but like I want something more. God, I’ve wanted something more way before we even left for this tour. You wearing his shirt just like made me realize we aren’t more and that anyone could date you. And thinking about that makes my blood boil. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same or whatever, but..” I cut him off. “Cal, I love you too. I wouldn’t look like this if I didn’t. I didn’t think you even liked me and I felt like I just came on this tour because you felt guilty leaving me like a puppy who follows you around everywhere.” He brings his lips to mine and pulls away. “If anything I’m the puppy that follows you around everywhere, babe. I don’t think I’ve ever gone shopping as much as when we started being best friends or had as many face masks or had as many lipstick swatches on my hands and arms as I did before. I did it because I was so freaking in love with you.” I blushed. “Do you want to be my girlfriend or continue to make me wait?” He asked. “As much fun as it sounds to make you wait, I’ll be your girlfriend.” I said. “FINALLY!” I heard all of the boys shout. 

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