order a pizza and move some furniture

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i gif megstiel: we survive this i’m gonna order some pizza and we’re gonna move some furniture around.

History Part 1

Request:  Imagine where Scott finds out that his older sister(reader) used to date Derek and that they both still have feelings for each other. I don’t care if this is smut or not, just what ever you feel like writing. I love all the Derek imagines you have been writing

Author’s Note: I like this request a lot c: I’m going to make this imagine into a few parts because I have a lot of ideas! As always, enjoy! :)

Warnings: None that I can think of c:

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Here I was, back in Beacon Hills, my good old home town. I just graduated from college and I was moving back to start my life here, close to my family. I had found a small apartment in town, just the right size for me. I didn’t need much space, just room for my short list of belongings. As I pulled up outside of my family’s house, excitement grew within me. It had been months since I’d seen my little brother and my mom, and I couldn’t wait to hug them again and catch up on everything going on.

“Helloooo!” I called as I walked in the door. I was met with silence at first, and then quick footsteps.

“Y/N? Oh my god!” my brother yelled, running toward me and attacking me with hugs. I couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement, huge smiles on both of our faces.

“Scotty!” I said, hugging him tightly. “I’ve missed you so much! Geez, you’ve seriously grown!”

“Isn’t it great?” he replied, pulling back from our embrace. “What are you doing home?”

“Well, as you know, I just graduated,” I explained, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch. Scott plopped next to me. “Now I’m moving back! I have an apartment downtown.”

“Wait, seriously?!” The grin that lit up his face made me laugh as I nodded. “Oh my god, that’s great! Does Mom know?”

“Yeah, Mom knows. I made her keep it a secret from you so that it would be a surprise,” I said, punching his large arm lightly. “Speaking of Mom, where is she?”

“At the hospital working a double,” Scott told me.

“Well, I have some boxes and stuff that I need help moving into my place. I already got the big furniture moved in so we don’t have to worry about that. What do you say we get it all set up, huh?” I offered. Scott nodded and ran to get his shoes. “Why don’t you call Stiles and tell him to meet us at my place so he can help, too. I’ll order us some pizza after and we can hang out and catch up.”

“Sounds perfect!” Scott and I drove across town and started to unload things while we waited for Stiles. When he pulled up, he was just as excited to see me as Scott was. Stiles was like my other little brother. I watched him grow up with my actual brother, so it was only natural that we were like family. After awhile, we got everything moved in and unpacked. I ordered the pizza and the boys nearly wolfed it down. That night we hung out, staying up late talking and laughing and catching up on everything. 

When they left, I let out a yawn, falling into bed. My mind wandered as I laid in the darkness. I was so glad to finally be back home and starting a new life here. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through some things, when his name popped up in my head.

Should I call him? I thought, biting my lip. Just to tell him I’m back…

No. I shouldn’t do it. I stared the phone screen, the undialed numbers calling out to me. With a sigh, I put it down and turned away.

Derek is in the past. This is a new start. I had to keep telling myself that until I fell asleep, slipping into dreams filled with black hair and gorgeous green eyes.

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For the next few days, I spent most of my time in my apartment with Scott and Stiles. I let them play video games while I got my place all set up, filling my bookshelves and hanging a few decorations on the walls. My mom and I had gone shopping the day after I got back and bought some more furniture, decorations, dishes, towels, everything I needed. I was loving putting it all together, making it my own. 

I started to notice some odd things over the next week, like how Scott and Stiles would get strange phone calls and make up some excuse to leave. They never gave me details, always exchanging that look that meant they were up to something. I tried to brush it off and not pry, but it stayed at the back of my mind.

After about a week and a half of being back, I was falling into a routine. I had most of my stuff together and things seemed to be going really well. I loved seeing my brother and my mom and spending time with them again. I loved it so much, in fact, that I was bringing dinner over to the house for us as a surprise.

When I walked in, though, I was met by a group of teenagers sitting in teh living room, all eyes landing on me.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Scott said a bit awkwardly, his mouth slightly parted. I raised an eyebrow at him. I recognized Stiles and Lydia, but not anyone else.

“Hey…everyone,” I greeted, giving a tiny wave. They returned it with a small chorus.

“We’re uh, having a study group meeting,” Scott told me. I looked down at the bag of food in my hand and pursed my lips.

“Well, I don’t think there’s enough food for all of you,” I joked. “But do you want me to order you guys a pizza or something?”

“That’s alright, but thanks, sis.” I gave my brother and the others a smile before walking into the kitchen slowly. I set the bag down on the counter and leaned against it, my eyebrows furrowing. 

Study session? Since when do Scott and Stiles study? I thought. Then it hit me. Nobody had any books or notes or anything out. I listened closely and could hear some whispered talking coming from the other room. Annoyance building in me, I decided to march in there and find out what the hell was actually going on.

“Alright, what’s-” I started as I headed into the living room. I stopped mid-sentence, freezing in place as my eyes landed on a familiar black leather jacket.

No. It can’t be. 

Oh, but it was. My eyes were the size of saucers as they scanned the large, muscular build. I took in his dark, spiky hair, the scruff on his face, the beautiful green eyes that were staring right back at me.

“Derek..” I breathed, feeling myself blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t seeing anything.

“Y/N?” he asked quietly, disbelief in his tone. Derek took a few slow steps my direction. I stayed rooted to the spot I was standing in, not able to form words. “What are you- doing here?”

“I, uhm- I graduated. Moved back,” I told him, fidgeting with my hands a bit. I felt that everybody else was staring at us, but I didn’t care. My focus was on the man in front of me.

“When did you get back in town?” he inquired. I swallowed visibly, shifting my weight.

“About a week and a half ago…”

“Wait. You two know each other?” Stiles chimed in, standing up now. Derek and i snapped from our trance and spun to face everyone quickly.

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled, feeling awkward and on the spot.

“How?” Scott asked, confusion all over his face. Derek and I looked at each other. My mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. My gaze fell to the floor as I sighed. Derek decided to go ahead and give him the answer.

 “Y/N and I…we used to date.”

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: castiel, angel of the lord, still does not know that meg, a demon whose thorny pain he found beautiful, had died sacrificing herself for him and the winchesters; he also does not know that she had acknowledged her feelings for him by calling him her unicorn; and because she's dead, they will never get the chance to order pizza and move some furniture around
Counting Stars

Song fic prompt. Hartbig, sfw, and sff (YES HONESTLY IT’S OKAY)! 3200 words. Oh and thank you to tvfreakinabox for helping me choose the ship for this fic ;)

Enjoy!

Counting Stars

Lately I been, I been losing sleep,
dreaming about the things that we could be.
But baby, I been, I been prayin’ hard,
said no more counting dollars,
we’ll be counting stars.
Yeah, we’ll be counting stars.

Hannah wakes up.

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  • otp: all of that thorny pain.. so beautiful
  • otp: meg, are you hurt?
  • otp: let me just go get my angel
  • otp: why are you so sweet on me, clarence?
  • otp: it seems he'd be upset at losing you
  • otp: i'm gonna order some pizza and we're gonna move some furniture around
  • otp: save my unicorn
  • otp: he's using a fake name; clarence
  • otp: you showed me my meaning

- You ever miss the Apocalypse?

- No. Why would I miss the end of times?

- I miss the simplicity. I was bad. You were good. Life was easier. Now it’s all so messy. I’m kind of good, which sucks. And you’re kind of bad – which is actually all manner of hot. We survive this… I’m gonna order some pizza and we’re gonna move some furniture around. You understand?

  • Spanish teacher: Let's write sentences with some of our new verbs!
  • Spanish teacher: *walks over to me* What do you have?
  • Me: Meg y Castiel necesitan mover unos muebles y ordenar pizza. [Meg and Castiel need to move some furniture and order pizza]
  • Spanish teacher: Bien!
  • Me: *cries*
01. Reunited { 5SOS Preference }

ASHTON.

He’d been away for just over 6 months, touring all around America, Europe and Asia, but now he was finally coming home. You’d been coping through the 6 months with latenight FaceTimes, random midday texts and calls and interesting Snapchats and Vines. There wasn’t a day that Ashton didn’t talk to you, or see your face or tell you that he loved you. On Flight 623 from Hong Kong to Perth, Australia, there was a very excited nineteen year old boy with messy curls wearing the biggest smile on his face.. he was very, very excited to see his girlfriend of two years, waiting for him at the airport. There you were in the Arrivals lounge at the airport, just waiting for the light of your life to walk through those doors and enclose you in his open and welcoming arms. People started to trickle through the double doors, all wearing the same tired expression with the disgruntled appearance. Somewhere in the midst of the travellers was Ashton, who looked the most awake and the most happy with that smile you’d grown to love, plastered on his face. His eyes found you at once, quickening his pace, weaving through the few people left standing around. Before you knew it he was standing in front of you, suitcase abandoned on the floor and his gathered you up in his arms and span you round as you giggled and embraced him back just as hard. “Hello stranger,” He said with a smirk, setting you back on your feet keeping both hands on your waist. “I missed you cupcake.” You said looking into his hazel eyes speckled with green flakes. He looked back at you with a mirrored intensity, smiling when your cheeks flushed pink. “I missed you more.” He said, before you could protest his brought his lips to yours and in that moment you were finally reunited.

LUKE.

You smiled as you looked at the happy couples swarming onto the dancefloor as the DJ began to play a popular romantic song. You saw your step-dad dancing in the middle with your mum - twirling her around and you grinned to yourself, happy that today was finally their day, and it was long enough coming. You’d spent the morning with your mum, your mum’s best friend Liz and the other bridesmaids getting ready and having your hair and make-up done. The afternoon was the wedding ceremony and then the traditional meal, and now it was the evening recpetion, the last bit of the wedding before your mum and step-dad ventured on their two week honeymoon. You were lost in thought when you heard his voice behind you. “I wonder if this pretty girl would like to dance with me?” You pictured his face in your head pulling the half-smirk you knew that he would, when you turned round there it was, there he was, right in front of you. “Luke!” You exclaimed, rushing in to hug your best friend tightly. He hugged you back smiling and laughing into your hair. “Hey princess.” You stepped back and drank in his appearance, handsome as always wearing a black suit and tie, with a purple rose in his lapel the colour of your dress.“I didn’t know you were coming!” You said kind of surprised still. He smiled, “I would have made it earlier but my flight was delayed.” “You don’t know how happy I am to see you, it’s been way to long Hemmings! Almost a year infact!” You laughed. “I know, I know, but I’m here now.. and would you like to dance m'lady?” He joked extending his hand and bowed slightly. “Yes of course you muppet!” You laughed pulling Luke towards the dancefloor, where you spent the night dancing, reunited with your bestest friend.

CALUM.

When you were a teenager, your neighbour’s son, Calum and you, were best friends, but when you moved away you lost contact, moved on with your life and made new friends, speaking to each other on the odd occasion, but never anything more. Now you were older you thought that it was about time you moved out of your parent’s house and into your own little downtown apartment. It was a small two bedroom apartment with a balcony, nothing special but to you it was perfect. After you were all settled in with your new and old furniture, your parents left you alone, promising to call you in the morning. It was your first night in the flat by yourself and you wanted to make it special so you ordered some pizza, and began setting up your Netflix account on the TV so that you could watch a film. Soon after you’d rang up your favourite pizza place, there was a knock on the door. “Two seconds!” You shouted, grabbing the money for the pizza, wondering to yourself how the pizza got here so quickly. You flung open the front door, ready to take your pizza, but instead you were looking at tanned hands carrying a bouquet of flowers? Your eyes trailed up and you were looking at someone you recognised as your childhood best friend, “Calum!” You squealed, a huge grin on your face as you crashed into his body with some force. “Hey princess,” He laughed, as you pulled away after a few long seconds. “Hey, you squashed your flowers.” Calum said pretending to frown. You looked at the colourful bunch of flowers, they were your favourites and you smiled. “Come in then douchebag,” You grinned, letting Calum pass by you. “What are you doing here anyway?” You asked as you took the flowers out of Calum’s hands and placed them gently in the sink. “Didn’t anyone tell you?” He asked. “Tell me what?” You said turning to face him, drinking in his tanned skin, muscley physique and those gorgeous eyes that you had longed for, for a few years now. Calum’s face broke into a grin, “I’m your neighbour, I live just across the hall!” You felt fireworks, happiness, excitement and butterflies all at once as you flung yourself into Calum’s arms once more. “And this, well, this is your housewarming party babe.” He said as you smiled, breathing in a sigh of happiness. Reunited at last.

MICHAEL.

You were at a nightclub with your friends, and there was a band playing that was alright. You weren’t that bothered by them, but instead you were focused on enjoying your best friend’s birthday instead. You were in the middle of all of your friends, drunk, giggly and high off life as you danced around like it was a Year 6 disco. A slow song started playing, “Dance with me!” Your best friend giggled as you began slow dancing with her to the song. You took your time to observe the band as you were swaying on the spot. One of the guitarists with bright pink hair caught your eye, he smiled at you and you grinned back. He was quite cute after all. You got lost in the rest of night and continued dancing, celebrating and drinking, so when you woke up in the morning with a slightly banging head, you decided the best thing to do would be to go for a run. You showered and cleaned off last night’s make-up off of your face before stepping into your running gear. As you were running through your local park, you managed to recollect most of the night, including the part where one of the band members had his eye on you and he had smiled. You wish you paid more attention to the band because coming to think about it, you really did quite fancy him. You shrugged off the regret of not talking to him and accepted the fact that you’d never see him again. That is until you walked into your favourite coffee shop to grab a skinny latte, when some bright pink hair, with a boy’s body attatched grabbed your attention. Aside from you he was the only customer in the shop, so he turned around as the little bell above the door rang. His eyes sparkled as he realised who you were. “Hey, I remember you, you were at the gig last night.” He smiled. You smiled in return and your cheeks flush, “Must be fate right, that we’re somehow reunited when I regreted not paying that much attention to you,” You laughed. He returned it with a kind smile. “I’m Michael.”