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How Dan and Phil probably broke up #21
  • Dan: I wanna top

Nice To Meet You Too.

12:17 a.m.

Seychelle left Tobias alone as she went around asking for a ride home (thanks to Augie). After an hour of no sign of Seychelle, Tobias began to sober up by the pool. 

- “Tobias, right?”
- “…”
- “I saw Augie’s twitter. You and Seychelle can crash at my place if you guys can’t find a ride.”
- “Eurhh, nah, It’s cool. Neither Seychelle or I are down to drive any where else but home, tonight.”
- “Where’s there to drive to when you’re already there?”
- “Mm..? I’m sorry but, who are you again?”
- “Pffbbt, I’m Maxine but, people call me ‘Max’. Funny how you’d walk into someone’s house without knowing who it belongs to.”


(previously) (Augie’s Twitter)


checklist: dasey + favourite underrated scenes [4/10]

“That’s great, do your worst. Now there are a few conditions.”

Error: Phil.exe

Title:  Error: Phil.exe

Genre: dark (or angst as it’s apparently called; I just don’t think it’s accurate though)

Summary: Computer viruses are a code that copies itself and destroys a computer system and its information. At the most, someone could loose their device. But the virus called Phil.exe wasn’t interested in corrupting a computer and then dying along with it. It was a sentient virus, and it had bigger plans that expanded beyond the computer world. All it needed was a host.

Word Count: 1500+ (this is just an introduction; I normally will aim for 3000-4000 words)

Additional Note: This comes from the virus!phan au which was designed by @maddox-rider! This is my own interpretation of it; it may not line up with other stories later but I will try and keep it close to what she has designed. Go check out her art!

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another collab with @caelumnautae 😊😊😊💖💖
we switched this time i did the line and she colored it !! ((WAO BEAUTY !!!!))

So… we are ditching the terminal illness plotline at the beginning of episode 10, but we basically have 6 episodes to go. Does that mean I have to get ready for the unwanted romance plot to fully unfold? Don’t want…

I swear if it wasn’t for Go Ah Sung, I would probably ditch this show right now (…or I wouldn’t even have started). Don’t get me wrong, the show is not bad and I love the intern trio but that’s just not enough to make me stick to a drama when I have so much more interesting dramas on my plate but not much time on my hands. It’s just mediocre and while that probably would have been enough for me 2 years ago, medicore is just not good enough for me anymore now.

But hey, it’s Go Ah Sung. So I’ll stay.

anonymous asked:

Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn break up but only for like a day then make up sex hahaha thaanksss

Here you go, It took awhile to perfect.
Summary: You and Shawn have a fallout but he still shows you how much he loves you.
Requested: Yes

Didn’t Mean To Hurt You

I ran a hand over my face and took a deep breath. Shawn paced back and forth on the other side of the room, anger practically seeping out of him.

“It wasn’t like that, Shawn.” I said, taking a seat on the couch.

“Then what was it like Y/N, because that’s what it looked like to me!” He rose his voice. I started to massage my temples, feeling a headache coming on. At the moment Shawn is half angry and half insecure. He’s insecure because my ex-boyfriend dropped me off at home. He’s angry because he tried to kiss me after walking me to the porch.

“He was just driving me home! How was I supposed to know he’d take it differently?” I shouted back.  

“I don’t now, Y/N. Maybe you wanted him to kiss you!” Shawn semi-shouted. My head snapped up to him. His brown eyes looked into mine. I could feel a mixture of anger and frustration boiling inside of me.

“You know what, if you don’t trust me, what are we even together!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

“I don’t know, Y/N!! I don’t know.” He shouted back. I back tracked. Not only because of the words that came out of his mouth, but because I’ve never heard him yell that loud before.There was a moment of silence as we stared at each other. “I think we should take a break.” I felt my heart shatter as he broke the eye contact.

“I have to go. I have an interview in the morning.” He said grabbing his coat and heading out the font door. I stood there in shock. How could he say the very words I thought we would never say? Yeah, I was mad at him, but I wasn’t going to say it. My body went numb as I sank to the floor. I brought my knees to my chest as the tears slipped down my face.

The next morning I woke up on the living room floor. I closed my eyes replaying the flight I had with Shawn last night, causing my heart to ache. I stood up and stumbled into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filling it with water. I stared at the glass before drinking out of it.

I remember the day Shawn and I bought these glasses. I remember the day I accidentally dropped a glass on the floor and Shawn carried me to the living room because he didn’t want me to get hurt.

I felt the back of my eyes start to sting. I tightened my grip on the glass and threw it on the floor, causing it to shatter into a million tiny pieces. I started to throw all of the china on the floor, remembering all the times we had in this kitchen, including some steamy ones. I want none of it. Everything we worked on is down the drain.

I ran my hand threw my hair and let out a sob. If I didn’t take that stupid ride, Shawn and I would still be together. I leaned against the counter looking at the mess I made. It only made me feel worse.

I hear the front door open and my favorite worried voice call my name. I didn’t answer.
I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. Finally, he walked into the kitchen and looked around. “What-“ He looked up at me and that that’s when I broke. I hopped across the shattered glass and ran for the bathroom.”Y/N!” He called behind me. I made it to the bathroom and closed the door, locking it.

“Y/N, open the door.” He said turning the door knob. I slid my back down a wall.

“Go away, Shawn!” I yelled. There was a pause.

“Have you been crying?” He said through the door. I didn’t answer. “Y/N, just…let me in. Please.” He sounded hurt.

“Just leave me alone.” I heard Shawn sigh.

“I can’t do that, baby.” I got up and opened the door.

“You don’t get to do that! You don’t get to just hurt me and then call me ‘baby’.” I said looking into his brown eyes. He looked exhausted.

“I know, I’m sorry, just let me explain.” He said. I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms. He took a deep breath. “Y/N, you’re bleeding.” I looked down at my hand.

“I didn’t even notice.” With that Shawn made his way into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. I stood in the door way as he grabbed my hand and poured the alcohol on it. I let out a hiss.

“Sorry.” Shawn said with a smirk. I couldn’t help but stare at my now ex-boyfriend as he focused on putting the band aid on my hand.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as he cleaned up.

“I came back to get my guitar for my interview, but the neighbor told me that she heard some noises in here this morning so…” He said closing the cabinet and facing me. I looked down at the ground to prevent from staring at the face I fell in love with. “I never meant to hurt you, Y/N.”

“It’s a little late for that. I have to go clean the kitchen.” I said turning around, but Shawn grabbed my hand before I could make it out the door and pulled me to him, smashing his soft lips against mine. I felt my heart flutter like it always does when he kisses me. After a few minutes of making out, we both pull away.

“I was stupid and Insecure. I’m sorry and I’ll say it as many times as you want, just please give me another chance.” Shawn whispered against my lips. I smiled and brought his lips back to mine, deepening the kiss as he placed his hands on my waist.

He gently pushed me up against a wall. I tugged on his shirt as he flung it over his head, bringing his lips back to mine. My hands traveled down his abs to his v-line, causing him to let out a moan. Shawn grabbed my hand and broke the kiss before I could go any further.

“Let me show you how sorry I am.” He whispered in my ear, his breath landing on my neck. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I nodded my head and he tapped my thigh, signaling for me to jump. He carried me all the way to our bedroom and laid me down on the bed.

He brought his lips to mine, kissing me with nothing but passion as he started to grind himself against me. I let out a soft moan as he moved down to my neck, kissing around my soft spot. He tugged on my shirt, asking permission to take it off. I nodded as he continued to suck on my neck, driving me crazy.

Once Shawn took off my shirt, he threw it somewhere in the room and brought his lips back to my neck. He started to suck harder on my soft spot, running his tongue over it after. That’s when I realized he’s giving me a hickey.

“You’re mine.” He whispered against my neck. I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent moaning Shawn’s name. Soon, his hands started to roam around my body, slipping into my pants. I sucked in a sharp breath as he started to rub me through my underwear.

“You like this baby?” He whispered in my ear, rubbing me harder. I replied with a moan, draping my arm around this neck. “I need to hear you say it babe.”

“Yes.” I moaned. I heard Shawn curse under his breath. “I need you. Please.” I begged, bucking my hips, but Shawn held them down firmly.

“You want what, Y/N?” He asked cocking his head to the side, rubbing me a little faster. I let out another moan. This boy knows what he’s doing to me.

“Your fingers.” I panted. I saw Shawn smirk as he moved my underwear to the side and started to pump in and out of me. I arched my back and bit down on my bottom lip, holding back a loud moan.

“Damn baby, you’re so wet for me.” He started to go faster, causing me to bit down harder on my lip. Shawn rested his forehead against mine, occasionally pecking my lips. “You know Y/N, you don’t have to hold back your moans baby girl. I want to hear them.” Shawn adds another finger and starts to curl them inside of me, causing me to let out a really loud moan.

“Shawn!” I say digging my nails into his bare back. He hisses in my ear.

“Am I hurting you baby?” He asks. I shake my head, breathing heavily.

“Faster.” With that Shawn pumps into me faster and I let out a whimper. His left hand is holding my waist down as he uses the right to pleasure me. “Deeper.”  He went deeper, bringing a whole new kind of pleasure. “Don’t stop. Right there! Don’t stop!” I moaned. Shawn picked up the pace. I let out a loud moan as I dragged my nails down his back. He hissed in my ear again followed by a string of curse words.

Suddenly his phone starts to ring. He grabs his phone out of his pocket with his left hand using his shoulder to hold it up to his ear.

“Hello?” He says placing his hand over my mouth but still pumping into me. I try to stay quiet but it feels so good. “Um..yeah.” I let out a moan. “I just had to check on her. I wanted to make sure she’s ok.” I let out another moan.

” I actually don’t think I’m gonna make the interview.” He says smiling at me as I arch my back. I’m so close, but I’m trying to hold it back while Shawn’s on the phone. My breathing quickness and he gets the hint. “Just reschedule it.” He says speeding up to finish me off. “Just do it, Please. I gotta go. Bye.” He says grabbing his phone with his left hand. “Ok baby, you can let go.”

With that my high washes over me, my vision going white as I let out a loud moan. Shawn pulls his fingers out of me and licks them. He lays beside me as I catch my breath.

“Who was that?” I ask weakly. Shawn pulls me close to him and kisses my forehead.

“Manager.” I take a deep breath and move to straddle him, catching him off guard. His bulge in prominent under me. He gives me a confused look.

“I wanna reciprocate,” I explain. Shawn smiles and places his hands on my waist.

“God, I love makeup sex.” He says bringing his lips to mine.

alrighty so i’m amber! you can call me ams or wtvr lmao. this is my Smol bean brinley she’s….complicated to say the least. but if you wanna plot hmu or like this up if you’re a shy lil peanut and we can come up with some killer plots?? you can also check out her stats here and some wanted connections here.

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anonymous asked:

In your ml witch AU tikki is a high council witch but also the broom? Can you elaborate? I'm a bit confused.....

of course! so the story goes, each of the high council (aka the kwamis) choose an apprentice who they think is strong in magic to train. magic, however, isn’t something know to the public, which leads to tikki having to disguise/ hide herself. she normally goes for the broom form, especially when mari is going on witch quests, her and mari’s combined magic leads to simple travel through the air (and tikki likes the cliche broom-flight trope the humans made up, she thinks it’s cute)

however tikki can’t always be a broom, because it would be a bit strange if mari was seen carrying a broom around with her everywhere, so when going out, she can transform into something small and simple like a brooch or even a little ladybug, of course. there are a few setbacks of this, one- magic is limited. even though tikki is extremely old and powerful, she has her breaking points. she can’t stay transformed for more than 13 hours at a time, and is her normal self as much as she can be when her and mari are alone. two- she has to really concentrate on what she wishes to become, the broom is easy for her by now but if you ask her to become something on the spot it can lead to some…weird circumstances 

honestly i don’t know how they haven’t been busted yet, haha! it can be confusing, i didn’t get to put much backstory and lore (especially about the council!) in the first post, i hope this clears things up a bit! thank you so much for the ask!

Smoulder Chapter 5

@miraculousdays, @artsyfartsyana @xayti enjoyyyyy! ;)

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The words rang his ears, reverberating through his mind like the sound of a bell, until all Adrien could do was stare.

Pink. Her favourite colour was pink. That’s what she had said. That’s what Ladybug had said too.

It couldn’t be possible. No way would his Lady give him such a big clue, would she? But then, Ladybug didn’t know he was Chat Noir. He sighed inwardly. It was probably just a coincidence. Plagg was right, he really needed to get his head out of the clouds.

“Adrien?” Marinette was staring at him. Evidently, gaping at someone like a brain-dead koi fish was something to cause concern. He shook his head for the second time in mere minutes. ‘concentrate, Agreste’

“Ah- yeah, sorry. Pink, right,” He stammered, but smiled in the hopes of reassuring her, “it’s a good colour. I should have figured actually; you wear it a lot.”

Only when she crossed her arms over herself, did he realise what he said could be seen as an insult. Marinette turned away and, in his haste to correct himself again, Adrien all but leapt forward to place a hand on her shoulder.

“No-not that that’s a bad thing! Actually I think you look great in pink. It’s really suits you,” Adrien grinned, aware that he sounded like the biggest idiot on the planet but too worried about Marinette’s feelings to care. He was starting to think that he didn’t think when he was around her. Maybe he was like that when it came to sweet, smart, pretty girls. Maybe he was like that with just one sweet, smart, pretty girl. Maybe- in his wildest dreams.

All the systems in Marinette’s brain seemed to close up shop for the day, even though it was only nine in the morning. She was pretty sure she was going to start drooling if she didn’t snap herself out it soon. Silence loomed on the horizon, ready to descend upon them and make the situation a million times awkward. If only she could open her mouth and say something. If anything the longer it took, the angrier she became at herself. She was no longer a pathetic middle schooler with a silly crush. She was a pathetic high schooler with a silly crush thank you very much! ‘I should be able to deal with things better by now.’

As luck would have it, their conversation (or lack thereof) was thwarted by a high pitched squeal and the pair simultaneously leapt into fighting stances at the sound. Neither of them noticed the others reaction. Hurrying towards the pair were a gaggle of girls, the ones from earlier, all holding Adrien’s underwear photos up and screaming about wanting his autograph.

Adrien blanched, stepping back slowly, his face growing pale at the sight.

“Shouldn’t those girls be getting to class by now?”

Suddenly feeling a warm grip on his hand, Adrien barely had time to register Marinette’s fingers locking instinctively in his own, before she turned heel and yanked him away from the girls. The pair raced down the hallway, echoes of their thundering footsteps bounding off of the walls. Other students whipped their heads around at the bizarre sight of the two being chased by Adrien’s rabid fangirls. A few took out their phones but didn’t quite manage to hit record on time, or only managed to snap a few blurry pictures.

When they’d gained a good distance from the screaming girls, Marinette wheeled around a corner, opened an unassuming wooden door and leapt inside. Without a second thought, Adrien hurried in after her. The door slammed shut behind them and Marinette collapsed against it with a sigh.

Dried paint and chalk were the smells that filled the air and, as Adrien’s eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the room, he noticed Marinette had hidden them in the art cupboard. Cupboard being a loose term, as it was more of a small room than anything. Metal shelves contained an array of art supplies from acrylics to clay. A broken kiln, door half-off its hinges, resided in the corner. He sucked in a breath, trying to regain air, but found himself near choking on the layers of dust they’d disturbed by entering the room in such a dramatic way.

“Are you ok?” Marinette asked gently and Adrien could hear the light breathlessness of her voice, his heart flipped at the sound. He cringed, remembering why they were hiding in the first place.

“I’m fine. Sorry about that. That hasn’t happened in a while.”

They stared at each other again, wordlessly, before a giggle burst from Marinette’s lips. In an attempt to cover her laughter at the absurdity of the situation, she held her hands over her mouth. But Adrien could see the amusement sparkling in her eyes. His lips stretched into the kind of thin smile that only occurs when you know you probably shouldn’t laugh, but are about to regardless.

“Shh! Shh! They’ll hear us!” Marinette waved her hands even though she continued to laugh.

“I’m sure we can run off again, we make a pretty good team I think. We should consider joining the running club,” Adrien chuckled pressing his palm to his forehead. In any other situation he would have been pretty annoyed by this turn of events. She’d somehow made it fun and exciting, like an adventure. The two intrepid explorers running from the jaws of the frantic jungle cats.

Marinette glowed, too high on adrenaline to feel a sense of shock and awe, too amused to stammer at his praise.

“Adrien!” She gasped, chortling still as she sank further against the door, and Adrien forced back a very impulsive, highly ungentlemanly impulse to press against her in a similar fashion. He blushed and averted his gaze, the smile almost gone from his face. Heat seeped through his blood, darting in-and-out of his arms, his face, his ears. The way she said his name…

‘Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a grip!’ Ignoring the dust in the air, Adrien inhaled through his nose. His thoughts raced, yelled, screamed at him to keep it together and remain calm. But he had a feeling the second he looked into her eyes he’d be lost again. He remembered what she looked like when he was about to kiss her as Chat, the way her favourite colour dashed across her cheek bones and her eyes fluttered lazily, how her lips had parted in anticipation. Against his better judgement, he knew he wanted to see that look again. God what was happening to him?!

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Hot Topic : h.g

My first imagine/blurb kinda thing so, sorry if it’s short I did my best ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  but if you want an imagine request one I don’t do personals

You were minding your own business folding clothes, and rearranging bracelets. You worked at Hot Topic and who wouldn’t like that job? it’s pretty cool and you get discounts. You were humming Thanks For The Memories by Fall Out Boy when you were interrupted by someone. “Excuse me?” someone with a deep voice asked. “Hi how can I help you” you turned around and was stunned. There in front of me was the most hottest guy you have ever seen. “um I um I was looking for a Metallica shirt but I uh couldn’t find one” he stutters “uh I’m uh I’m Hayes” he stutters again “I’m y/n” You say with a smile “as for Metallica I think we have some in the back, what’s your size? you ask “Medium” he answers “ok lemme check if we have that” you say as you walk to the back to check if there are any Metallica shirts. And there are, so you bring 6 shirts with you to restock. You walk back to Hayes and give him his shirt “Here you go a medium Metallica shirt” you say “thanks” he says with a gorgeous smile. You then walk to put the rest of the Metallica shirts where they belong and go to the register to check people out. A customer comes up with 3 shirts and 5 pins . “Hi did you find what you were looking for alright?” you ask the costumer while checking out and bagging her items “Yes, thank you” she says “ok that’ll be $18.47” she swipes her card and is ready to go. “thank you have a nice day” she says “You too” You reply. Next you see a familiar face. Hayes. “Hello, find everything alright?” You ask “yes thank you for helping me” he says “it’s my job” You reply you again check out his Metallica shirt “ok that’ll be $10.99” You say he swipes his card and is ready to go but you don’t wanna let this one go so you slip your number on the receipt saying “call me (xxx) xxx xxxx -y/n” “thank you have a nice day and check your receipt” You say as he leaves. Later that night when you were about to go to sleep you receive a text from an unknown number “hey its hayes” the text reads. You didn’t know it but it was the beginning of a wonderful relationship.

Nightmares (Newt)

{Requested by anonymous}

Request/description: Hello! I LOVE your blog ♥ May I have a scenario in which the reader has been dating Newt for a while but one night he has a nightmare in which she gets stung in the Maze (even though she’s not a runner) and Newt wakes up freaking out until he checks that she’s ok and asks her to sleep together every night so they can cuddle and avoid those terrible nightmares? Lots of fluff! Thank you ♥♥

Warnings: None

Word count: 700


“Y/N!” Newt screamed and screamed. You couldn’t hear him though. It was if he were shouting from behind a glass wall.

The Griever lunged at you and struck your arm. You cry out but continue to run as fast as you could, which wasn’t very fast at all, considering you were exhausted.

The Griever shrieked in excitement and pulled back its long needle, ready to inject you with its serum.

“Y/N run!” Newt shouted. He tried to throw things at the Griever but somehow they never made it to the sliming creature.

You couldn’t keep running forever, you were getting slower every step you took. There was no way out of this.

The Griever turned its mechanical arm and screamed again. You fell to your hands and knees, knowing there was nothing you could do.

Then the victorious Griever plunged its sharp needle into the middle of your back.


Newt gasped awake, shaking in a cold sweat. He tried to breathe normally and instead ended up shaking even more. His breaths were shallow and he wasn’t getting enough oxygen.

“Just a dream,” he muttered. “Just a dream.”

But it felt so real. Newt forced back threatening tears that clouded his vision and numbly swept his legs over the beds side. He pushed himself up and tried to breathe deeply as he walked to his door. Out of his bed room. Into the hallway. Your bedroom door. Breathe, in and out, he reminded himself. He pushed open the door and saw your still form.

He walked over to you and checked your breathing. You were fast asleep, your breathing steady and peaceful. There was no pain, and you were fine. Newt exhaled and opened the blanket.

You jumped awake at the movement of the blanket and looked up to see who was above you. Newt.

“Hey,” you whisper. “You alright?”

You could see the dark circles under his eyes and his messy hair that you loved. He didn’t reply but you already knew the answer. He slid in beside you and propped his head up with his hand. He stared into your understanding eyes and stroked your hair.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he mutters and slides his fingers down a strand of your hair. “I just have these bloody horrible nightmares.”

You frown. “About what?”

“You, mostly,” he sighs.

Your eyebrows knit together. “Me? What do I do?”

Newts eyes fill with pain but he tries harder to focus on your piece of hair in his fingers. You loved his soft touch but he was worrying you. “You get stung,” his voice wavers.

Your heart falls and you pull him close to you. “I promise I won’t get stung, okay? I’m not even a Runner.”

“I know,” he sighs and looks at your eyes again. “But it just feels so real.”

You rub a thumb on the dark circles under his eyes. “You need to sleep, Newt. You must be exhausted.”

Newt pulls a face of exhaustion, fear, and worry. “N-no I can’t. I can’t go back to those shuckin’ nightmares. I can’t keep watching that, Y/N.”

You lean forward and press your lips to his forehead. “Hey, you don’t have to, alright? I’m going to be here to protect you from them. With me you won’t have anymore nightmares.”

He looked at you with a hopeful face and nodded. “Okay,” he whispered. He rested his head and you did the same.

Your hand wrapped around his. He smiled a little. “Maybe I should do this every night. Your beds much warmer than mine, and this way I can avoid those terrible nightmares.”

“Hey, they didn’t make my bed big enough for the both of us for no reason,” you laugh. Frankly you liked newt here much more. It wasn’t as cold, wasn’t as empty. “Okay now you get some sleep, I’ll fight off any Grievers I’ll see.”

You put on a silly protective face and Newt chuckles. “You’re adorable,” he yawns and closes his eyes.

“Good, the Grievers will have mercy on me.”

He just smiled and shakes his head before falling into sleep again. You do the same once you know he’s asleep peacefully and happy.

Road Trip - Chapter 5 - AU William Buxton/Tom Hiddleston Fluff Fanfiction

Previous Chapter Catch up on AO3 click HERE
Triggers: Character Near Death Experience, Mention of Drowning, Endangerment of Life. Mention of minor character death
Its not a grim as it sounds - honest!

 Rated 15+
4400 Words


Sarah woke up to the sound of her blood pumping around her head as the room spun. Unsure at first where she was until it slowly started to come back to her; the Road Trip, William, the Grand Canyon… Vegas… And she’d had the most vivid dream, helping a woman covered in blood, then dancing with Will, kissing him in an elevator… damn she must have woken just as she was getting to the good part as she didn’t remember a thing about it after that… oh… wait…

A sense of dread spread over her as she remained bundled up in the bedcover, suddenly aware that she was naked except for her knickers. Oh no. Ooooh noooo. This was going to be one hell of a hangover.

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wisegirlnextdoor  asked:

8. "Wanna bet?" Please Drabble for me

Clarke’s was notgenerally into watching sports, like her Dad enjoyed soccer but she was just ashappy to go outside and kick around the soccer ball. Now that might seem a little bit random, but it helps explain why, when Bellamy challenged her to a little game she quite happily said yes. (It might also have something to do with her competitive nature and the ever present rivalry between herself and the older Blake sibling. It also helped that it was the World Cup season.)

“Get your head out of the clouds, Clarke, I wanna see you cream my brother,” Octavia called to her as she tied back her blonde, wayward hair. She gave her a quick smirk before turning back to Bellamy.

He was putting out some markers to use as goals. (Thank God they had a courtyard with their apartment.) Clarke really tried not to study his perfectly sculpted legs in his cargo pants, or his Godly ass – him bending over wasn’t helping her. She couldn’t help but admire the way the material of his shirt clung to the dip of his waist and stretched across his chest and biceps.

“Come on, Clarke,” Octavia cheered, causing Bellamy to frown at her and Clarke to smile up at her.

“Thanks, O,” she called back and stuck her tongue out at Bellamy.

“Real mature, Princess,” he said moving to stand in front of her. He looked down at her, clearly checking her out.

“Whatever Blake,” Clarke brushed him off, “Ok, best of three goals, standard rules?”

“How about we make this more interesting?” he teased, stepping into her personal space a little, staring down at her lips rather than her eyes.

“Why?” She cocked her head at him and looked at him through her eyelashes.

“What, is the wittle pwincess scared she is going to wose?” he dramatically pulled down the corners of his mouth.

“You wanna bet? You wanna bet I’m going to win?” Clarke bolstered (damn her and her competitive side). Stepping back into his space a little, their chests only millimeters apart.

“How about a kiss?” Bellamy asked, sticking out his hand.

“If I win, I want you to admit I am better at you than everything,” she replied taking his hand in hers and smirking at the guy. She took the ball from the fence and moved it to the center of the field.

The game ended with Octavia back in their apartment because she had gotten bored, Clarke against the wall panting and Belammy standing between her legs, lips pressed against hers.

hello everyone!! this my first ff so pls bear w/ me. well follow forever seems a little far fetched so let’s just say this is my “follow for as long as i can, which is a long time”. i reached a follower goal recently and im v thankful for everyone who’s followed me bc never in a millions years would i have thought to even surpass 10 followers. i want to hug all of u guys sm and also to my those who reblog/like my shitty edits and gfx, shoutout to u guys wow. ah v grateful. v v grateful. again thnk u guys v much !! also this ff is just for a handful of ppl but i will make one someday where everyone is included

ok so i was going to put little messages bu UUUT tumblr update :/ so this applies to all of u: you guys have amazing blogs and are such amazing people. even if we havent talked that much i hope to soon !! i still consider us friends and there’s no way to get out of this bond. love u all and im thankful for those who actually put up with my whining and complaining everyday (special shout out to omgfishy, kimjongdaye and kkaepop) ALS O creds to kkaepop for the transparent circle thing ((u guys should check out her textures 10/10))

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senpai ??

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Shipping rant

I find truly and utterly disappointing that people hate on Malia.I swear to God if I hear “Malia is a bitch”, “Malia is so fucking rude”, “I hate Malia”, “She’s trash” or anything else I am going to personally rip you to bits, Malia’s character has developed over the seasons, and for the fact that she was stuck in a damn COYOTES BODY FOR LIKE HALF HER LIFE, she’s learned to live like a human and not a coyote, and Stiles is helping her, I get people don’t ship Stalia, but I swear to God, if I see an Anti-Stalia post I am going to shove a ruler up your ass because Stiles and Malia are together, and they are cute together, I ship Stydia & Stalia both, I have been a dedicated Stydia fan since season one, and I did not jump ships, I just believe that Malia and Stiles are a pretty good couple, and so would Stiles and Lydia, but I don’t think Lydia actually likes Stiles like that, and I know for a fact, that Lydia isn’t going to try anything on Stiles because he’s dating Malia, and Malia is not going to cheat on Stiles with Theo, because it is said that were-coyotes are the most loyal in the pack, Malia would never betray the pack or anyone. I understand how pissed Stydia shippers are because they want their ship to happen, and I get it 100% but hating on both Malia and Shelley is not going to help, and most of you hate her because she’s with Stiles. I can see later on possible Stydia happening, but I know Stiles isn’t the type of guy to break up with someone and instantly move on, and Malia and Stiles might possibly have a fallout, but that doesn’t mean that by the end of the season Lydia and Stiles will be together, it may mean that possibly in season 6, things might start happening, because Stiles isn’t going to just jump straight into a relationship, and I get Malia and Stiles relationship started off a little bit weird, and odd, but I truly believe, if you put all the hate towards the ship to the side, and see it differently, you make actually somewhat like the ship. 

Now with Marrish, I understand that Lydia is some what a minor, but since when does that mean the ship isn’t a good ship. I Personally believe that Lydia and Jordan (Parrish) make a good team, and they would seem like a really great couple, despite their age difference, the pair are quite good for eachother, they are pushing into anything, and so far, there is no signs of feelings towards one another, but I believe Parrish has somewhat feeling towards Lydia, and I would like to see if they do end up together. 

A Lot of the fandom, (mainly Stalia shippers), believe that ‘Matheo’ is rushed, firstly, they aren’t even together, Malia is too loyal to cheat on Stiles, and even though the pair are quiet cute together, I don’t think anything is going to happen anytime soon. I think the pair has somewhat sexual tension between them,  but they won’t act upon it. I truly would like to see them together, but Theo seems like he actually cares for Malia, and it would be super cute if she changes him. 

Finally, Liayden, I originally didn’t like this ship, because to be honest, I hated Hayden at the start, she was quite childish and annoying, but over the couple of episodes, I have slowly started to like her, and even though I am not keen on the whole ship, I think they are cute together, they are competitive, but super cute. I think Liam has feelings towards her that he doesn't’t know, and I think she is too much blinded by revenge to realize that she might like him, but lets just point out, he was checking out her ass when she was playing soccer, and ok that was a what the hell moment for me. Liam you cheeky boy ;)

Let me just make a reminder; 

Marrish is amazing as hell.  

Originally posted by bogdanowdandekar

Stydia is damn amazing

Originally posted by p-a-r-a-n-0-i-d

Stalia is fucking adorable but you don’t want to admit it. 

Originally posted by lora-catherine

Matheo is SAH CUTE.

Originally posted by raekens-theo

And Liayden is puppy love that is cute as hell.

Originally posted by snowberrys