Star Wars Age!Squash AU, Comic #02

Initiate Era - Master Dooku & Qui-Gon

Master Dooku has the highest standards and only chooses the most elite of the elite as his apprentices. Initiate Jinn is a prodigy and looks perfect on the records and is also exceptionally gifted in sensing the Living Force. Master Dooku thought he would make the perfect Padawan. Sometimes, Master Dooku is wrong.

Or, Master Dooku has to bribe a young Padawan Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan’s company in order to get him to do anything.

[A/N] In this AU where everyone is happy, almost no one is evil and everyone lives, Master Dooku is that grumpy grandpa who looks super scary but is actually ridiculously soft once you get to know him. Qui-Gon is his third apprentice, and all three of his Padawans are ridiculously rebellious (and spoiled) in their own ways. You’ll meet the other two soon <3

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josuke didnt really think this through


Dean: “…huh..it’s kind of weird when you think about it. You have my mom’s severed head on your desk…”

Cas: “you always have to ruin the moment, don’t you.”

part 3/3 (part 1) (part 2)

blind!dean AU


Should you fight them: Russian leaders from 1855 onwards edition

Tsar Alexander II: leave alexander II alone. he just wants to free serfs and liberalize the legal system without having his authority threatened by the nobility. If you fight him you will definitely win, but, you’d be a bad person.

Tsar Alexander III: PLS FITE HIM. I mean, he’s big and burly and stoic and conservative and everything a Russian tsar is “supposed” to be so you will probably get all your limbs broken, but he is a dick, so fight him anyway.

Tsar Nicholas II: Fight him. You will undoubtedly win. He will run all the way to your duel by foot, by means of an extremely dumb and unnecessarily long route, (accidentally fighting the wrong person along the way) and be already totally wiped by the time he arrives. Even when it’s clear it’s a losing battle, and everyone he knows is telling him to just back out of the fight already, he will refuse, consequently pissing off everyone on his side and driving them to beat him up FOR you.

Vladimir Lenin: Don’t fight Lenin. He’s probably been planning his fight strategy for a decade. Bad idea.

Joseph Stalin: Um. Yeah. Don’t fight him. I dont think i need to explain myself, y’all already know the gory deets. Just, yikes, as much as fighting him would be amazing, pls stay far far away. 

~~fast forward~~

Nikita Khrushchev: If you fought him you would winbut he’d probably just read you an angry speech, throw a shoe at you, and then run away to watch star trek.

Leonid Brezhnev: Don’t fight him. He’s got a whole squad of underlings forced to come to his defense and fight you against their will, so, yeah. Don’t.

~~fast forward~~

Mikhail Gorbachev: You could definitely fight him, but you should probably just leave him be. He’ll probably just end up accidentally beating himself up, you wont even have to lift a finger. Anyway, he has a grammy and you don’t, so he’s won in the game of life. 

~~fast forward~~

Putin: i would say fight him but if he caught wind of your plans you would disappear off the face of the earth before you even got a chance.


So I had this request to have chat, nathaniel and marinette all trapped in an enclosed space, for a long time and finally had a brilliant idea for it (with the help of @squirrellygirlart ) Hope you all enjoy it :) Thanks for the request anon!!

Also @squirrellygirlart did some artwork to go with the piece!!! Check it out HERE!!!!! - it’s pretty amazing!!!

Marinette’s class was helping out at Chloe’s hotel for the day. It was something their class had done once a year every year for as long as Marinette could remember. It was supposed to teach them something about responsibility and the job market and of course Marinette always ended up with the worst jobs on account of Chloe’s hatred for her and today was no different. Marinette was stuck with Gofer duty while Adrien was put at the front desk along with Chloe. Marinette was more than just a little disappointed by it. It happened every year of course but Marinette was beginning to feel that her crush on Adrien was more than a little hopeless. Needless to say Marinette was feeling more than a little discouraged that day. Of course the rage filled akuma that was tearing through the hotel didn’t do much to help improve Marinette’s mood. Marinette ran down the hallway akuma following close behind fiery hair  sticking on end as she screamed in fury. A small fiery blast landed near Marinette’s foot. She yelped as she pushed herself to run faster.

“Marinette!” Marinette was quickly grabbed around the waist and yanked into another hallway as a fiery blast dissolved where she had previously been standing. Marinette looked up to see glowing green eyes staring back at her. She rested her hands on his shoulders their chests brushing against one another as they both tried to catch their breath.

“Chat Noir,” Marinette greeted breathlessly. Chat smirked at her.

“Afternoon Princess, are you alright?” Chat asked, eyes giving her a once over. Marinette nodded.

“I think so,” Marinette assured.

“Good, come on, we need to get you to safety,” Chat Noir released her waist instead taking her hand in his and pulling her along behind him. Marinette let him lead her deciding to transform once he left her to take care of the akuma. Chat rounded a corner only for them to find themselves face to face with the fiery beast. Marinette and Chat Noir skidded to a stop. Chat and Marinette both squeaked as the akuma smiled wickedly down at them fire brewing in her open hand.

“Make a run for it?” Marinette asked cautiously. Chat Noir’s head made a jerky nod. The akuma reeled her arm back fiery blast aimed their way.

“Time to go!” Chat shouted turning on his heel and tore down the hall, Marinette still in hand. Chat led them towards an open elevator at the end of the hall. The doors slowly began to close. Chat released Marinette’s hand diving inside the doorway and keeping the doors open for Marinette. Marinette skidded to a stop just before the elevators glancing back as she heard a door open. Nathaniel stepped into the hallway looking down at his sketch book oblivious to the raging akuma headed straight towards them.

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Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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stvles-stilinski  asked:

hey! so I just recently (like, 2 weeks ago) discovered gmm and naturally started shipping rhett and link (because how could you not??) and i've been watching as many gmm episodes as I can, but there's a lot of them, so I was just wondering- what do you think the best gmm episodes are? especially for rhink moments haha :)

hello and welcome friend!! honestly how can you not ship them i mean come the fuck on… and yes i agree, there are so many episodes and i haven’t even seen them all lmao!! but i’ll link you to some of my favorites :)

but honestly some of the best and rhinkiest episodes are when they’re just chatting about pointless shit, that’s when you get the softest hearteyes and cutest touches, so don’t be afraid to check out vids with less views!!

also if you’re into rhink, check out my headcanons and my fic!!

hope that helps :)

Harry Potter Preferences #2:{Moder-ish}Movie you watch together



Love Actually;Draco was a little hesitant at first, but after forcing him to sit and watch it with you, he actually enjoyed it. He kept making several references after watching the film and you were ecstatic to see him happy. The references did get old after a while, but if it made Draco smile, then you didn’t really mind.


Captain America;The Winter Soldier; You both loved superhero movies, but this one held a special place in Harry’s heart. He felt “a personal connection” to Steve Rogers because “they were both underestimated and kindhearted heroes.“It got a bit annoying really. He sobbed when Steve was about to die and Bucky saved him. He’s a big shipper of Stucky.


Beauty and The Beast; Hermione was soooooo excited to see it, it had only recently been opened in Theaters and she didn’t want to give up the opportunity. You gladly took her, ready to see the movie just as much as she was. Once the film started, a young and beautiful girl strolled into view. You were both rather startled. She looked just like Hermione! You turned to her with a smirk and asked if she had some sort of a doppelgänger. She strongly glared at you.,clearly annoyed at what just happened. You just laughed in her face, causing the entire theater to yell at you.


50 First Dates; You don’t particularly care for that movie, but Ron loves it. Majorly because of the comedy that always comes with an Adam Sandler movie. He also knows that while you may not like that movie, it always makes you smile and feel better if you’re feeling down. His favorite scene is when the Lucy beats up the weird Chinese guy. It’s your favorite too.


The Fault in Our Stars;You didn’t want Neville to watch the movie because he’s a cryer. He would sob at practically every scene. Which he did when you finally agreed to let him watch it. You held him I’m your arms as he cried over Gus’s death. You had tears of your own that dribbled down your face. You tried to assure each other that it wasn’t real, that it didn’t really happen, but fictional deaths are as real as Actual deaths.


The outsiders; You and Luna deeply loved the film because you both knew what it was like it be an outsider. The two of you empathized with the gang of greasers and how they were treated. Your appreciation of the movie ran far deeper than Luna’s. This movie helped you though your ptsd that the war caused. It helped to erase the pain. Luna was already happy, but she couldn’t pretend that the war hadn’t affected her as well.


Mean Girls; You really didn’t have any idea how you and Fred wound up watching Mean Girls. The two of you were just lounging around when suddenly the door of your DVD player popped open, and the film was put in. The time wasn’t wasted seeing as You and Fred had a lot of commentary. The most memorable being Fred’s remark,“She’s a bitch” to almost every character.


The Maze Runner; You loved the books, but you were a bit skeptical to see how the movie would turn out. The book is usually better after all. You hadn’t seen it in theaters, you wanted this to be a private moment. George wanted to view the film as well, his curiosity peaked. You and George had entangled yourselves together on the couch, waiting for the previews to end so you could watch the actual movie. Finally, the menu popped up, and you shakily pressed play, anxiously awaiting to judge whether or not you were right. Let’s just say, the movie was good, but the book was still better.



If I stay;It’s the movie that you and James always watch on Valentine’s Day. It always makes James sad because he wonders what would happen if you were Mia and he was Adam. It always brings you two closer together yet more afraid of losing the other. It also shows you that you never really know when everything could be taken from you. So you need to make the most of every moment.


The breakfast club; Sirius claims that he only watches it because of Judd Nelson, while you claim that you only watch it because you’re bored. You both loved how the film was unapologetically honest about his things were for teens, and it was absolutely true. Sirius sympathized with the rebel because he knew what it was like to grow up in an abusive family and be changed by it. You sympathized with the brainiac, knowing how discriminated against intellectuals such as yourself were.


Inside out; Remus simply adored the metaphor behind the Disney film, the fact that emotions are a bigger part of us than we realize.He was entranced with psychology and emotions, the movie only deepened his obsession. He’d barely pay attention to you when you two are watching it. You’d usually end up throwing a pillow or your scarf at him, managing to snatch a bit of his attention.


Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; You loved animals, especially magical ones,so you loved that there was a movie about them. Both you and Lily found the film a bit odd though, Newt Scamander seemed very familiar. You let it go, he probably wasn’t even real anyway. The suspicion stayed with the two of you as you watched the film. Who was Newt Scamander?


Finding Dory;Regulus was only in it for Baby Dory and Baby Dory only. He never expressed his enthusiasm for the movie but nevertheless he was in love with it. You were suprised to see him like that, he was usually very dark and brooding. Now all of a sudden he was putting the film into your DVD player and shushing you so that he could properly hear.


Footloose; You loved old types of Movies and you loved Dancing. So when you found a movie that was both of your favorite things, you just had to watch it. You made Severus watch it with you, much to his protests, which you fully ignored. After finishing it, Sev did admit that he “sort of liked it.”


Suicide Squad; You thought that maybe Peter was a bit too excited for the dc movie. However,you didn’t really pay attention to it. Peter had been acting strangely lately and if this helped him, then you certainly weren’t going to object. No matter how much it worried you.

A Bad Assumption
  • Therapist: *smiles at the two in front of them* So how can I help you two gentlemen today?
  • Dark: Well, we have been having some issues. *motions to Anti, who is sulking beside him*
  • Therapist: What kind of issues?
  • Dark: Well, he never listens to me when I talk. We can never agree on anything anymore, and he refuses to understand my needs.
  • Anti: Well I have needs too, Dark! But you don't seem to care about them. No, it's all about you!
  • Therapist: *clears throat* Well, these things do tend to happen. The best way to save your relationship is to talk it out. I'm sure neither of you want to lose your partner.
  • Dark and Anti: *stop arguing and stare at the therapist*
  • Dark: Where did you get the idea that we were romantically involved? I was referring to my need to manipulate the will of others and make them love me.
  • Anti: And I was referring to the deep hunger inside of me that is only satisfied by the brutal murder of others.
  • Therapist: *shifts uncomfortably* Umm...
  • Dark: ....
  • Anti: ....
  • Therapist: .....
  • Anti: *gets up and shoves a knife into the therapists neck*
  • Anti: *to Dark* So, want to grab some coffee?

request: Imagine about my boyfriend of 4 years broke up with me and Shawn comforts me then fast forward to me and Shawn married with kids?! thank you! :D


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a/n: i kinda went a different way with this so i hope you still like it!

This had all been a year and a half in the making.

After Shawn proposed, the two of you wanted no time starting the planning process. Neither of you cared about the wedding being perfect, but you tried your best to make it memorable. You only invited the people you were closest to, and you had your destination wedding at the beginning of June.

The whole night had gone off without a hitch, as you knew it would. You were more excited to be married than anything else. You could have fallen into the chocolate fountain and it wouldn’t have mattered, as long as you were married to the love of your life.

“To the bride and groom,” your Maid of Honor says as she raises a glass. You and Shawn smile and clink your glasses together, he places a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispers in your ear as he starts to stand from his seat.

“Wait, where are you going?” you ask, furrowing your brows together and grab his wrist.

He laughs. “Just trust me, baby.”

You nod and let go of his wrist, watching as he walks up to the microphone.

“Hey you guys,” he smiles, winking at you. “Thank you so much for coming. You’ve made this night absolutely incredible. And y/n, I love you so much. I’m so glad I get to call you my wife.” You smile and cover your face as a blush spreads across it, making your ears hot. “I don’t know if you guys know this,” he continues, “but when I first fell in love with y/n, she was actually dating another guy. And, ya know what, not to be blunt, but he was an ass.” 

You stifle a laugh, remembering that relationship, remembering how it led you to Shawn.

“Oh my god you’re such a bitch,” he laughs. “I can’t believe I actually thought you were hot.”

“I can’t believe I actually thought you had the capacity to be a decent human being,” you spit back, heading for the door.

“Fucking prude,” he says under his breath.

“If being a prude means being smart enough to realize that you just dated me for sex, then I’ll wear that title with pride,” you say, slamming the door.

It was dark outside by now, and you walked quickly to the local 24 hour diner down the street. You would probably need to call your mom to give you a ride, as it was too late to walk home alone, but you just needed a second to decompress.

You sit at your usual booth and order a coffee, too hurt to try and eat anything.

You weren’t sure why you were crying. He was a dick, and he didn’t deserve you. Maybe you just felt naive, confused as to why you thought he would actually be good to you. Whatever the reason, your flushed cheeks were now wet because of a boy who was undeserving of your time.


You look up, quickly trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. It was Shawn. You didn’t know him very well, but you had been in school together for as long as you could remember.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he reaches over and touches your shoulder comfortingly, and you flinch a little, still on edge from your fight a little while ago.

“Um,” you laugh, “boy drama,” you say to him as he sits across you in the booth.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks. “I mean, only if you want to,” he adds quickly, defensively.

“He’s not even worth it, to be honest,” you say, looking back down at your coffee. “We just wanted different things.”

The understatement of the year. (a/n: did you get the riverdale reference?)

“Can I guess?” he asks as he raises his eyebrows.

You laugh and nod. “Go right ahead.”

“He wanted sex, as most deucebag guys do, and you wanted the exact opposite. I’m just going out on a limb here. I mean, I know the group he hangs out with and-”

“Can we maybe just not talk about it?” you say, a few more tears falling from your eyes. He reaches over and wipes them away lightly, letting his fingers linger for a second.

“You were right, though, before. When you said he wasn’t worth it.”

“Yeah, he’s an ass,” you say, taking a sip from your coffee.

“Do you want a ride home?” he asks.

“Sure, yeah,” you smile, “that’d be great.” The two of you stand from the booth and he grabs his food from the counter before walking out to his car.

You realized that you liked the same music. After that, the thought of not talking to you every day scared Shawn more than anything else.

“So, anyway,” Shawn says, finishing his story, “I’m just so glad that my mom had wanted me to pick her up a burger that night. Because, otherwise, I would have never had the balls to talk to this girl that I was so insanely in love with.” He smiles at you again. “I’m so lucky to have you, y/n. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

The feeling of content that had been sitting in your stomach wells up, and you feel like you might burst. You were finally married, finally legally bound to the love of your life.

“Cheers,” he finishes, taking a sip of his wine and sitting back next to you.

“I can’t believe you told that story,” you chuckle.

“I thought it was important,” he says, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. “I love you so much.” 

You place your hands on either side of his cheeks, running your thumbs along his cheekbones. “I love you more,” you say, pulling his face to yours and kissing him, allowing it to draw out slightly.

“Absolutely impossible,” he says, planting a kiss on your nose.

You weren’t sure if you had ever been happier.

In Sickness and in Health

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Prompt: I have an idea!!! What about Negan had to take care of his sick girlfriend or wife, which ever! But like he’s all cute about it and what not??? Idk maybe? – Via @sweetsweetpeach

Ships: Negan x Reader
Warnings: Curses
Category: Fluff


You were sitting idly on your bed, lavish pillows lay all around you, all deep purples and plums. The room was silent except from the occasional sniff and sneeze from you. You were sick, only a cold but you were still being confined to your bed thanks to your lovely, concerned boyfriend, Negan.

As soon as you had complained about not feeling one-hundred percent he had flooded you with questions, asking whether you had eaten enough, drank enough, taking your temperature; all of this took you by surprise to say the least.

You had been able to beat him off but when you had begun to sneeze and cough Negan had put his foot down, telling you that he was going to look after you, much to your annoyance.

You loved him, yes, without a doubt, but you were active and loved being outside (even during the end of the world) so being stuck to your covered and sheets was not your favourite thing to do. You had nothing to do except for count the miscoloured ceiling tiles, which you had done many times over.

You supposed it could be worse, you could be outside the safety of the Sanctuary amongst the dead, you couldn’t complain about your situation much. Though, it was rather dull, especially as Negan was outside the door, busy talking to Simon over the walkie-talkie.

You decided you were going to peek outside the large, dirt encrusted warehouse windows.

You tentatively stepped onto the cold, woodened floor, your large, purple and silver embroidered duvet wrapped tightly around your shoulders as to keep you in the warmth. You shuffled across the room and looked at the dark and foreboding clouds.

You stayed there for maybe a minute before the door opened with a soft click and Negan emerged. His features were soft and welcoming until he saw that you weren’t in your warm, soft bed but stood just before the window.

“C’mon, darlin’, back into bed.” Negan called, striding toward you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, gently shepherding you toward the four-poster bed.

“But-” You started indignantly.

“Nope, you need to get better.” Negan cut you off before you could state your case.

He softly sat you down on the bed and tucked you back into the luxurious mountain of pillows and duvets. You grumbled and shook your head, pointedly getting your indignation across.

“What did Simon want?” You asked after a moment of Negan looking at you intently, all worry and concern in your eyes.

“Ah,” Negan replied in a subdued tone, running a hand through his hair; a tell-tale sign of annoyance or nervousness. “Just that some little shits took out the east camp.” You could hear the barely contained anger in his tone. “So, we’ve lost at least twenty-five people.” Negan continued.

“So you could say that we’re… outgunned … outmanned … outnumbered … outplanned?” You said in a quietly satisfied tone at your reference. Negan only graced you with a slightly confused look. “Hamilton? C’mon.” You answered, raising your arms in exasperation.

“Nope, no idea.” Negan answered, shrugging and pushing a fly-away hair behind your ear.

“But- Hamilton, the best musical to ever grace this earth-” You paused, frowning. “Why are you smiling like that?” You asked. Negan’s lips were wide, flashing you his trademark smile. “Stop it!” You playfully punched him, it had no strength behind it for your sickness.

“No- it’s nothing… just your fucking beautiful.” Negan continued with pride. You simply shook your head in answer.

“Anyway … why don’t you go help Simon out, eh?” You asked in a seemingly innocent voice.

“No damn way.” Negan replied almost instantaneously. “As soon as I leave this room you’ll leave and there’s no way in hell you’re leaving until your better.” Negan said in a voice with such finality in his tone that you knew there was no both arguing about it.

“You know, you’re gonna get sick.” You said, leaning back and playing your hair behind your head.

“Is that a threat?!” Negan replied in mock outrage.

“No, it’s fact.” You continued in a satisfied tone. “So you’d better leave before the Sanctuary’s’ great leader’ gets sick.” You continued smugly.

“There’s only one flaw in your logic.” Negan answered in a reasonable tone.

“And what, pray tell, would that be?” You continued in an equally reasonable tone. Negan’s face was inches above yours, a seductive smile gracing his equally seductive lips.

“I don’t care.” He whispered before playing a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, grazing your hands through his hair.

“That’s nice.” You answered when you detached yourself from his lips. “Yeah … nice.” You continued smiling. “How gross was that?” You asked, stifling a laugh which turned into a throaty cough.

“Very gross.” Negan replied, wiping his lips. “But worth it to make my p-p-” Negan sneezed and you gave him a triumphant smile.


Thank you all so much for reading and thank you for the prompt! This is my first piece of writing for a few days so please forgive me if it’s a bit peaky! Thank you for reading!!

(Also did y’all get my Hamilton reference? And I am super sorry because I just discovered it and I just wanna talking about it so just forgive me for the references)

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I'm Just The Pizza Guy- Brendon Urie Imagine

~TW: domestic abuse~

You sit in your room with your best friend, watching some movie they had picked out. You were so engrossed in the film that when the door bell rang, you both jumped.

 "That scared the shit outta me.“ You say and stand up to go answer the door, fairly certain that it’s the pizza guy, the cute one that always flirts with you. He always delivers on the weekends and you just happen to always order on the weekends so you’ve met multiple times. He’s about your age but you wouldn’t know. Hell, you don’t even know his name but you kind of consider yourselves friends. You open the door and sure enough, there he is. 

 "Hey.” He smiles.

 "Hi. Oh my god, I can smell the jalapeño. It’s smells amaaazing.“ You absolutely love the little jalapeño pepper they put in each box of pizza. He laughs a little and you giggle, handing him the $20 bill and him giving you the pizza.

 "Keep the change,” this was no surprise to him at this point because you always let him keep it. 

 "Thanks.“ He shoots you a million dollar smile as he walks away. You just nod and shut the door. You take the box upstairs and put it on the bed next to (Y/F/N).

 "What took you so long?” They ask without taking their eyes off the tv and blindly grabbing a slice. You smile to yourself. 



 "Get the fuck out of my house you fucking asshole!” Your boyfriend, Michael, pushes you roughly aside and storms towards the door.

 "Fuck you!“ He slams the door. 

You stand in silence for a few moments, not knowing what to do. Michael has never been the nicest guy but after he cooled down he was always so apologetic and you always forgave him. You always thought things would get better but they’re not. They’re actually getting worse. You reach your hand to touch your cheek where it was burning from the contact his hand made with your face a few minutes ago. This was nothing new; but today, for some reason it really made you think.

 You sit on the ground quietly sobbing into the sleeves of your hoodie when all of a sudden, there’s an knock on the door which makes you jump. You think it’s one of three things : Michael coming back to get his stuff, Michael coming back to apologise, or Michael coming back to make sure he shut you up well enough. The person knocks again and anxiety runs through your veins.

 "It’s Marie’s pizza!” A male voice yells through the door. You sigh in relief. 

“I forgot he made me order that fucking pizza.” You unlock and open the door to reveal a boy in a black tshirt and black jeans, holding a pizza box and a receipt. The boy smiles and hands you the pizza. 

 "Hey, stranger. Long time, no see.“ He laughs a little and you smile in return.

 "I saw you last Friday, doofus.” You hear him giggle as you dig the cash out of your pocket and hand it to him. You look up and he just stares at you for a couple seconds, as if he’s waiting for you to say something. You chuckle and roll your eyes. 

 "You know I don’t want change. Get outta here.“ He winks before turning and walking back to his car. 

You watch his long legs stride down the driveway before you shut the door, smiling to yourself. You set the pizza on the counter and go to get a plate from the cabinet. You pick up a slice and start to put it on the plate when you realise that you’re not gonna want to come back down for more so you just take the whole box up to your room and never come out the rest of the night.

 ~~~~~~~NEXT WEEK~~~~~~~~

 It’s Friday night again and of course, Michael is asleep in your bed as you shower, washing off the blood and dirt from the brutal beating you’d just received. He was not happy about that fact that you were talking to another boy besides him while he wasn’t around. You were only catching up with a friend but when he saw you it was all over. You have bruises up and down your arms, your ribs hurt, and you’re pretty sure you have a black eye. None of it matters though, it’s not anything some concealer can’t cover up, you never really leave the house anyway. You sigh and continue trying to wash away the pain as the pinkish coloured water runs down the drain.

 Once you’re done, you throw on some leggings and a tshirt and then put a hoodie on because your house seems so much colder than usual. For a second you think maybe it’s Michael’s presence that makes your house seem so less warm and cozy but you shake the thought, deciding it was stupid. You’re drying your hair with a towel when you hear a knock at the door. Pizza. It’s like the rainbow after the hurricane. This also means you’ll see the cute pizza boy. You almost skip to the door to answer it. When you open it you of course see the tall, skinny boy standing on your doorstep. You smile, glad to see him but his face drops. 

 "Oh my god, are you okay?” You wrinkle your forehead in confusion until you see his hand slowly reaching for your face and then you realise that you haven’t covered any of Michael’s damage up. His thumb gently strokes your cheekbone and you can feel the bruise forming there. 

 "Y-yeah. I’m fine. I just…get into trouble sometimes. You should see the other guy.“ You chuckle a little and his eyebrows draw up in sympathy, probably not buying your story at all. You don’t look like the type to get into fights.

 "Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks. You see him glance back in your house, looking for the person responsible for this but there was no one. You simply nod.  

“I promise.” You hold put the cash and he hands you the pizza skeptically but nods. 

 "O-okay. Enjoy your pizza.“ You smile and he does too before going back to his car.

 You set the pizza on the counter, ready to dig into the food but when you open the box, you’re caught off guard by a note written on the inside of the lid in what appears to be black sharpie. ‘I threw some extra peppers in for you :) -Brendon’ He even left a number on the receipt. You grin like an idiot.

 "So pizza boy has a name….” You quietly say to yourself as you pick up one of the jalapeños, taking a bite. You take your food to the couch and enjoy it a lot more than usual. You smile as you watch reruns of Friends on tv and text Brendon, the latter bring your main priority. You find out that he is even more adorable when you exchange more than 3 sentences with him. As you read his texts you could imagine his voice in your head. He was the only thing running through your mind all night and you weren’t made about it at all.

 *******BRENDON’S POV********* 

 It’s Saturday evening and the smell of 4 jalapeño peppers fills my nose as I drive the familiar road to (Y/N)’s house to deliver her pizza. For the past couple weeks, I’ve been putting extra peppers in her boxes since I found out she likes them so much. It’s been a week since I’ve seen her but putting my phone number on that receipt was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. 

 I pull up at her house and fix my hair in my rear view mirror. I pick up the box and walk up to the door. I knock and hear yelling inside before (Y/N) opens the door. She barely gets the door open halfway before she’s forcefully pulled back by someone. She yells out in pain and then I realise that she’s actually in trouble. I set the pizza on the ground and push the door open to see her boyfriend grabbing her by the shoulders as she sobs and begs him not to hurt her. 

 "Hey!“ I yell. He turns to see me and shoves her to the ground as she whimpers.  

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I say approaching him.

 "Why don’t you mind your own damn business? Who even are you?“ He scowls at me.

 "I’m just the pizza guy…but I don’t let assholes like you go around beating up pretty girls." 

 *********(Y/N)’S POV*********** 

 All of a sudden you hear shoes scuffling on the ground and grunting from people being punched. You can’t even open your eyes to look because you’re basically having a panic attack. You didn’t want Brendon to get hurt but you couldn’t do anything. The yelling and punching goes on for about 3 minutes until you hear someone hit the floor, hard and you pray it’s not Brendon. Someone groans, taking the hits from someone else.

 "Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Her. Ever. Again.” You hear Brendon grit through his teeth in between either punches or kicks, you can’t tell. All you hear is Michael groaning in pain. 

 "Now get out! And don’t fucking come back.“ Brendon yells as you hear Michael shuffling out the house. You keep your eyes shut and stay curled up on the ground. You hear a sigh and the door shutting, then footsteps walking towards you. 

 ”(Y/N). (Y/N), it’s Brendon. It’s okay. He’s gone.“ He places a hand on your shoulder and you flinch a little then relax. You open your eyes and see Brendon kneeling next to you, hair messed up, falling in his face and his nose is bleeding a little. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his arms under you legs, picking you up and sitting down on the couch with you. 

 "Are you alright?” He asks, you could tell he’s concerned as hell. You nod your head and look up at his face again.

 "Are you okay? You know your nose is bleeding, right?“ He lets out a small chuckle and nods.

 You stand up and he stays seated on the couch, wondering what you’re doing. You hold out your hand and he takes it. You lead him upstairs to the bathroom and close the toilet lid, motioning for him to sit on it. He does so as you get the rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls from the mirror cabinet. You press the cotton ball against the opening of the bottle and tilt it down, soaking the cotton in alcohol. You stand in front of Brendon and start dabbing his cuts on his face and cleaning the spots of blood. He winces a little and you apologise but continue. Once you’re done he smiles and thanks you. You just sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. Brendon wraps his arms around you and you guys just sit in silence for a few moments. 

 "You didn’t get in a fight, did you?” He asks referring to a couple weeks ago when he saw your black eye and bruised face. 

 "No.“ You whisper out as tears begin to fall down your face. Brendon sighs.

 "Oh my god…..how long has he been doing this to you, (Y/N)?” You stay silent for a couple seconds before answering. 

 "A few months. But if you would’ve asked me a few months ago if I thought it would end up this, I would’ve been offended that you’d even think Michael would do something like that.“ You shake your head in shame.

 "I don’t even know how this happened…” Your voice strains as you begin to cry harder. Brendon rubs your back, trying to calm you down.

 "Hey, look at me.“ You sniffle and sit up to be face to face with him. He uses his thumbs to wipe away your tears. 

 "He’s an absolute dick. He didn’t deserve to ever have you, alright?” His hands cup your face. 

 "And I just want you to know that I’d never ever hurt you in any way. I never want to see you cry. You’re too beautiful to cry.“ You sniffle and smile, looking down before you look up and place your lips on his. You can feel him smile into the kiss and you wrap your arms around his neck as your lips move in sync. You tangle your hands in his hair and grind your hips down a little which causes him to moan. You pull away to your my breath and he just smirks at you. 

 "Are you too injured to keep going?” He asks you and you shake your head, your chest rising and falling. 

 "Nope. You?“ You ask. 

 "Not at all.” He picks you up and starts carrying you to the closest bedroom with an open door.

 "Good. Let’s do it.“ 


 Here’s the second one! This ones kinda short and it was hard to edit and write cuz I’m on my phone but let me know what you think and requests are open! :)

 - Blue