go away you attractive little shit

|| The Chase ||

{summary: what happens when you punch a famous gymnastics coach in his face and nearly break his nose in the process?}

so i finally got around to watching [the bronze] and let me say lance tucker is a fucking asshole and i would love to punch him in the face before kissing that stupid smirk of his. his only redeeming quality is his good looks. this is something i wanted to write to thank my readers with ;w; i’m going to do my best to portray lance in the most canon light that i can lmao so wish me luck.

warnings: sexual innuendos and cursing

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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There was this really annoying guy who came almost every day to your gym to ‘work out.’

But you weren’t stupid. You knew that the man with the dark hair and teasing blue eyes did less working out and more of checking you out.

Sadly, there wasn’t much you could do about this prick since he did give your gym the business you needed.

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Insecure

Originally posted by el-chico-depresivo-y-suicida

1.2 k words


Stiles’s P/O/V

Ever since Y/N and i broke up i have been feeling awful. We were together for 2 years. It had always been her, Scott and i. And after a while i realised that my feelings for her were more than friends. I told Scott right away. I mean she was his sister and that’s my best friend. He had to know. And he was also the one that convinced me that i had to tell her.

Flashback

Y/N P/O/V

I was walking down the hall alone. Not that i hadn’t done it before. I always did. Right as i reached my locker this jock came up to me. He always found it funny to mess with me. About everything. Grades, friends, body. I had always been very insecure and he somehow found out.

“Hey beautiful” he said sarcastically. I turned my head towards my locker trying to ignore him.

“Y/N. look at me. I SAID LOOK AT ME FATTY” He yelled and pulled my arm around.

“What do you want Jackson” i said tears already starting to form in my eyes.

“What are you gonna cry now” Jackson laughed. I tried running out but he grabbed my arm again.

“LET HER GO” I heard Scott yell and the tears over flooded. I ran out of the school and started crying. I ran behind the school to the bleachers. I never wanted Stiles and Scott to know. I just wished they would let it go. But of course Stiles showed up.

“Y/N… Are you okay” he asked me. I teared up again. I didn’t want Stiles to see me like this.

“I’m fine Stiles. Don’t worry” i told him.

“I AM WORRIED Y/N. OKAY I WORRY ALL THE TIME” He yelled.

“Stiles please don’t yell at me today. I can’t take anymore” i cried again.

“What did he say to you” Stiles said while sitting down next to me. I sniffled again. Stiles noticed and put his arm around me.

“He just makes fun of me. He calls me ugly and fat.”I said my voice just above a whisper.

“WHAT. Y/N I’M GONNA KILL HIM.” he yelled standing up.

“Why he’s right” i whispered

“No he’s not. He’s so wrong. Like unbelievably wrong. He is so wrong. It’s more wrong than the stoner and that blonde cheerleader together. Cus you’re beautiful. Gorgeous even. Your body. Your face. Everything” Stiles whispered.

I looked up at him shock written all over my face. Did Stiles Stilinski the guy i had known all my life just tell me i was beautiful.

“What…” I whispered not trusting my own voice.  I didn’t even dare look at him. I couldn’t. I had had a crush on him for years and if he was just saying this to make me feel better it would kill me.

“I’m in love with you” Now it was Stiles’s turn to whisper. I turned around to see him looking more nervous than ever. I quickly leaned up to kiss him.

Present time

3 person P/O/V

Stiles thought back to the time he had told her he was in love with her. A little smile made it’s way to his lips. He really did love this girl. And he wanted to be with her again. He wanted to hear her laugh at his stupid jokes. He wanted to hear her whine about not wanting to watch Star Wars again. But most of all he wanted to be there for her when she was sad. He had recently seen her crying behind the school. He of course wanted to help her but Lydia was already there and it didn’t seem like Y/N would ever talk to him again.

“Heeey.” Jackson said when he caught up to Y/N. Ever since Y/N and Stiles had broken up Jackson had been coming on to her all the time. He tried kissing her all the time. He tried to get her to go on a date with him. And of course Y/N didn’t want to date Jackson. He was the guy making her life a living hell.

“What do you want” Y/N whispered. She was actually a little scared of Jackson.  He started off hating her and now he wants to sleep with her.

“Well sex.” he said straight forward.

“I thought you thought i was ugly” she said with a loud smack of her locker.

“Yeah you might not be all attractive but you’re an easy target” He laughed and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away from him disgusted with his behavior. Stiles sighed, how could anyone treat an amazing girl like Y/N like that. Telling her she was an easy target and that she was ugly. Jackson was a jerk is all Stiles knew.

“Go away Jackson” Y/N whispered scared of his reaction. Jackson laughed loudly. How could she think he was good enough to tell him to go away. No way was he gonna let that go.

“Okay you little shit. You think you’re smart when in reality you’re an ugly piece of shit that people only hang out with because they feel bad for her.” Jackson screamed in her face. Y/N backed into her locker biting her lip to stop from crying. She tried to get away but Jackson had a strong grip on her arm. “Stilinski only dated you for sex” He laughed.

“I didn’t sleep with Stiles.” She was so quiet. Like she wanted to say it but her body wasn’t cooperating.

“Yeah you keep telling people that” He said. Stiles couldn’t look at it anymore. He had to do something.

“She didn’t sleep with me” Stiles said pulling Jackson’s arm away from her arm. Y/N looked up at Stiles with tears in her eyes before running away quickly. “I was with her because she’s one of the most amazing people on earth and like hell am i gonna let you make her feel like shit” He spat in Jackson’s face before running after her.

He saw her sitting in front of the school head in her hand as she was crying. She didn’t care who saw her as long as Jackson didn’t. Stiles went to sit next to her without saying anything. He put his arms around her and they sat in silence. “You didn’t have to do that Stiles.” she whispered.

“Yeah i did. I don’t want anybody making you feel bad about yourself.”

“YOU ARE SO ANNOYING DO YOU KNOW THAT. FIRST YOU ARE MY FRIEND THEN YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME THEN YOU BREAK UP WITH ME AND NOW YOU’RE GONNA START TREATING ME WELL AGAIN” She cried. Stiles was shocked at her words. “You didn’t even tell me why you broke up with me. But i figured it out.”

“You did” Stiles said scared. He didn’t think she would have guessed that he was scared of going too far. He knew how she felt about her body and he knew she would have regretted it if they did end up having sex.

“We were gonna end up having sex and you didn’t want to be with me because of my body” she said looking away from him.

“NO” Stiles’s heart broke into a million pieces. How could she think that. “I thought you were gonna regret it if we did you would regret it.” She looked over at him with a shocked expression

“Really”

“Yeah really. I still love you” 

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind, I've seen quite a few HCs about Seven catching MC having some 'me-time' and I was wondering how Vanderwood would react to that? They do watch the CCTV too. (Stay awesome and I hope you have a good day!)

✿ let’s buy Vanderwood a ticket directly to hell, shall we.


  • First off, let us emphasize - Mary Vanderwood the III is not a pervert. Yes, okay, they’ve been experiencing some Slight Discomfort while watching you over the CCTV, but those thoughts amount to nothing more than transient fantasies produced by extreme boredom. If Seven let them go out and get something not trash to read, they wouldn’t think about your hair or your mouth or - or any of that shit, alright? 
  • they’re just.
  • this is just them going a little stir crazy, is all.
  • Of course they’re watching you when you sit down at the computer, because, y’know, that’s their job right now they guess, it’s not for any other reason. And of course they clear their throat and look away when you toss your hair and reveal your neck because damn even though the CCTV picture looks like shit, you’re super attractive. And of course, when they look back and find that you’re uh
  • you’re uh
  • um.
  • uh.
  • uhhhhhhhhhhh.
  • uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
  • (Rebooting Vanderwood.exe… 1%…. 5%…)
  • SHIT OF COURSE THEY LOOK AWAY AGAIN BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT A FUCKING PERVERT.
  • YOU MUST BE THOUGH, BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE BEING WATCHED RIGHT NOW, SEVEN TOLD YOU THAT WHAT THE HELL AR E YO U DOING
  • they don’t care if you need porn or whatever to get off go to the goddamn bedroom
  • Honestly, they can’t quite believe what they saw, so they look back again just to confirm and YEP that image of you doing stuff to yourself is burned into their mind forever. They stand suddenly, practically kicking away the chair they were sitting on as they stomp over to Seven.
  • “I need your phone,” they say, their voice mostly even despite being overlayed with a slight, high pitched tone.
  • “Uh, what?” Seven says, looking away from his work and squinting, and Vanderwood just holds out their hand and demands once more -
  • I seriously need your phone.
  • Vanderwood looks so serious that Seven is like - uh, sure, alright??? and hands it over. Vanderwood looks through Seven’s contacts, finds your name, dials, and brings it to their ear.
  • Ring~ Ring~ Ring~
  • (you don’t pick up. they stare straight ahead, not meeting Seven’s inquisitive look.)
  • They dial again. Ring~ Ring~ Ri- Ah, there you are. You sound slightly breathless as you say, “Seven? What is it?” And Vanderwood doesn’t think about that as they growl a single, curt sentence at you.
  • “Don’t do that again.”
  • Immediately after, they hang up and tell Seven they’re going to go take a shower.
  • You are, quite honestly, baffled… because from your point of view, it basically sounded like God called you on the phone to tell you not to masturbate anymore. That only lasts a few seconds though, and then you stare in horror at the camera overlooking Rika’s old workstation.
  • Vanderwood tries not to think about anything as they take a very, very cold shower. They are mostly successful, and when they fail, they just kind of… let their forehead lightly thunk against the tile wall and sigh.
  • they are not a pervert.
fic: i’m afraid to tell you who i adore

septiplier // Explicit // Part 5 of the Hitman/Soulmate!AU 

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took so long to upload, but I was working on the Antisepticeye/Darkiplier fic with Galaxy_Ghost (check it out here!) and this universe was trying to send me down seventeen different paths. 

This takes place less than two months after Mark and Jack have met, and I managed to add in new characters and a sprinkling of plot before the porn kicked in. Sorry not sorry.

Title from Ode to Sleep by Twenty One Pilots

If you prefer to read on AO3, here.

All other parts are here on my tumblr or here on AO3.


This woman is onto him.

Mark furrows his eyebrows, nodding along politely to his companion’s bewildering conversation. She’s changed her story five times so far, and nothing she’s said about her soulmate’s whereabouts in the past twenty minutes has made a damn lick of sense.

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New Adventures - Chapter 2

Synopsis: You and Negan have arrived at the Sanctuary.

Author: negansdirtygirll.tumblr.com

Characters: Negan, Elizabeth (My OC)

Word Count: 1,123

Warnings: Negan’s dirty mouth, eventual smut, fluff

*Don’t forget to read the other chapters! The masterlist is HERE.

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks


As you arrived at the tall gates built around the massive factory building, you could see the lookouts on top staring down the scopes of their guns at you. It was clear that though they may not have recognized you, they certainly recognized Negan.

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Kuroo/Reader [insert title here]

Was supposed to be a part of a larger fanfiction but I’ll never finish it. I also don’t have a title for it. Reader is female, sorry.

Using the doorframe to keep your balance, you quickly slipped on your shoes. The sound of wind and raindrops striking the windows gave you a pretty decent idea of the weather outside.

“Kuroo, you’re not coming with me. I can get home just fine." 

His light footsteps were no match for your keen hearing; you could tell he’d tried to sneak up behind you and slip his shoes on as well. 

"Look, I’m not going to get eaten, or gobbled up, or lost. The weather isn’t bad compared to the rain where I come from. I will be completely fine.” Before he could protest, you continued, “No, I won’t stay here either. If I’m planning to live here- which I am, I’ll have to get around without anyone helping me- which I’m about to do right now.”

“Tch.” You could feel the shit-eating grin form on his annoyingly attractive face. “Wait here." 

The gentle thump of footsteps trailed away from your current position. They were followed by the squeak of a door being opened. While keeping a tab on mister tall, dark, and handsome, you pulled on the light hoodie previously kept in your bag.

Just as you bent over to close your satchel, Kuroo returned. In one fluid motion, he tossed a thicker, gray hoodie over your head.

"Kuroo! Hey-”

“Since my little princess wants to go without her dark knight, he might as well make sure that she doesn’t catch a cold.”

You hastily removed the article of clothing from your head and stood up straight, glaring daggers at the male despite your flushed cheeks.

“I’m not your princess, I’m not a princess, and you’re definitely not knight material,” you snapped, putting on the oversized jacket. It was so large, it almost covered your skirt completely.

“What do you say?” He picked up your backpack and handed it to you.

“Thank you for the jacket..” It came out as more of a barely understandable mumble; you’d turned your head and redirected your gaze as your blush got a bit darker.

“If you get lost, I’m not going to let you live it down. Text me when you get home.” His eyes followed you as you readjusted the straps on your shoulders and made your way to the door.

“That’s why I won’t get lost.” You swallowed back the growing anxiety in your voice as you opened the door. “See you tomorrow. Thanks for having me.”

“See you.”

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Lauren Jauregui AKA love of my life

Since Lauren has been home this week I have really been missing her, so I decided to make a post about lauren. 

First off:
Lauren with fans

I STILL CAN NOT BELIEVE THIS 

my heart hurts


Next up:
Lauren with kids

STOP


Okay, let’s go from lauren with kids to:
Lauren as a kid (really fetus and slightly fetus)

ADORABLE I KNOW

I LOVE THIS PICTURE BECAUSE WTF IS THAT BAG AND CHRIS LOOKS SO FJDMF

back in her “writes lifestories on tumblr” phase, she was 14 so I’m letting her get away with it 

THIS STILL MAKES ME LAUGH 

iconic

LAUREN AND CHRIS JAUREGUI ARE THE CUTEST LITTLE SHITS ON THIS PLANET 


THAT WAS ALL SO CUTE HERE YOU GO WITH SOME MORE 
Lauren being cute as fuck 

it doesn’t get much cuter than lauren not understanding technology (more later)

don’t ask me why but i think this is so cute

don’t you just love birthdays jauregui

ps: lauren’s arms are literally so attractive they’re the reason i’m gay

SHE TRIED TO HASHTAG AN EMOJI……. lauren jauregui you have my heart


OK SO NEXT CATEGORY (i’ll try not to make it too long but… that’ll be hard):
Lauren being hot

wish i was alexa in that moment

idk why but this picture is hot af

her boobs…. so pretty…. i’m close to crying


Last category:
Pictures I thought needed to be in this post somehow

lauren is amazing

I forgot to put this in the cute section but oh my god

HER HAND AND THE WAY SHES HOLDING THE MARKER

HER HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD DAY ALSO LOOK AT HER HAND ISWEAR


In conclusion, Lauren Jauregui is the love of my life.

PS: this post could’ve been longer with a bigger variety of pictures if my laptop didn’t die and i didn’t lose all the pics i ever had

Brother’s Best Friend (Part 3) - A.I

“So, Mister. Rodrigues is a complete ass about life, even on a good day. Just do his readings and you should get along just fine. If you need any help, I’ll be happy to tutor you. English and science and kinda my thing and it’ll be easy since we have science together. Liz, Luke’s mom, she’s an absolute doll when it comes to maths. She’ll give you extra points for showing your work and trying so make sure you try no matter what. Luke’s also a whiz at math so if you need help with that, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help being Mikey’s sister and all. You also have that class with him. History’s whatever. Miss Martinez is good. I had her last year. You should get along just fine. Umm,” Ashton rambled not taking his eyes off y/n’s schedule.

“Hey, Ashton,” a girl stated as she walked by the two, an obvious attraction held for the boy she passed who payed no mind as he looked up slightly, smiled at the female muttering a quick hello, before looking back at the sheet in front of him.

“Someone’s quite the ladies man,” y/n said causing Ashton to look up at her with a smile on his face, his thick rimmed glasses accenting his perfect face as she watched him in awe.

“I guess,” he muttered, a slight blush on his face before directing her to their shared science class. “Did you have questions about anything?”

“I think I’m alright,” she responded as Ashton nodded his head smiling as they walked into the science room, Ashton walking up to a tanned boy in the back of the room talking to a female with a half shaved head and a too many tattoos lining her left arm to count.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite people,” Ashton stated sitting on the other side of the workbench, y/n sitting next to him. Calum only smiled at the girl, swinging his arm over her shoulder as she continued to laugh loudly. “Y/n, this is Calum Hood and Lily, his friend.”

“Like girlfriend?” y/n asked before thinking earning a wholehearted laugh from both, dying down slowly before they looked towards each other laughing again.

“Oh, god no,” Calum responded still in the middle of his giggle fit.

“Absolutely not. I don’t do cock,” Lily said back. “Just a close friend. We grew up playing football together, although this chap right here decided last year he wanted to trade in his kit for a bass. The beats are sick, though.”

“You love me either way,” he said back kissing her cheek causing her to roll her eyes and push him away. “Right, I’m sorry, I don’t have a vagina. Anyways, y/n, what brings you to Richmond high?”

“I moved in with my dad,” she stated simply watching as Ashton gave him this look, Calum looking confused only to be hit with realization.

“You’re Mikey’s sister. Well, it’s nice to meet you. He never mentioned how attractive you are.” Her face reddened slightly as Lily rolled her eyes at her close friend.

“Stop thinking with your dick, Hood, and use that pretty little head of yours.”

~

“Alright, I’m going to give you a quick rundown of the group, alright?” Lily asked as y/n and her sat in the back of the cafeteria at lunch waiting for the boys to join them. “Your brother, Michael, is completely infatuated with that girl Crystal over there,” she stated pointing to a nerdy looking female a few tables away, “but he’s too chicken shit to talk to her. Luke Hemmings, the kid in your math class, is dating that bimbo over there named Sylvia.” She pointed to a girl in a cheer leading uniform that was clearly a size too small. “None of us can stand her, so if you hear Calum and I talking about a girl named Cindy, that’s her. Now, speaking of Calum, he’ll sleep with anything that has two legs and a vagina. I’m convinced he has some kind of disease so, I’m warning you, don’t sleep with him. And, last but not least, Ashton…the most untouchable boy in this school. Ever since his bad break up with his ex last year, he hasn’t given a girl a second glance, let alone spoken more than two words to one…this is the most he’s talked to a girl that wasn’t me in a very long time,” Lily explained about the four boys that were making their way to their table.

“I don’t get why she can’t come over here,” Luke said sitting down at the table earning an eye roll from Calum.

“Because, she’s a cunt,” Calum said back earning food to the face from Ashton. “The hell?”

“Why can’t you just say bitch? Why do you have to say cunt?” the bickering continued with Michael staying unusually silent drawing Lily’s attention.

“What’s wrong, Michael?” she questioned as Michael looked up, gaze landing on y/n as he popped a piece of bread in his mouth.

“First I have to share my house, now I have to share my friends…what’s next? My band, my guitar, my clothes? What do you fucking want from me?” he questioned causing her face to redden slightly as she looked down away from him embarrassed. “Go make your own friends.”

“Michael,” Luke said shocked, no other words falling from his lips as they watched her stand from the table with her bag and tray, heading over towards the most empty table sitting across from the girl, Crystal. “That was fucked up.”

“What has she done to you?” Calum questioned also a bit taken back from his friend, never seeing him act like this to anyone before. He was usually the calmest and nicest out of the five in their group.

“I’m leaning towards the fact she exists,” Ashton stated back simply as he glared towards the platinum blonde before looking towards the female who had a small smile on her face as he made small talk with the lonely girl at the other table who he knew was Michael’s crush.

“So, you’re Michael’s half-sister?” the girl asked, y/n nodding her head in response.

“Yeah, it’s a long complicated story that I’m not really ready to get into,” y/n explained before taking a sip of her sparkling water, Crystal nodding her head. “So, why are you by yourself?”

“Oh, I don’t exactly have any friends, really,” she stated back simply causing y/n to frown at her as she picked at her nails. “I mean, it’s fine really.”

“Well, Crystal, you have me,” she smiled taking a bite of the salad she bought causing her to smile.

“If you aren’t doing anything after school, you could come over. I mean, if you want…unless you want to go back to yours,” Crystal said causing y/n to laugh.

“We can go back to yours. I need a break anyways.”

~

Michael stood at his car thirty minutes well over the agreed meeting time between him and y/n, rolling his eyes figuring she walked home because of earlier. He drove the five minutes home, parking in the drive seeing that his mom was already home, he made his way inside and towards the kitchen looking for a snack to eat.

“Where’s y/n?” His mom asked causing him to stop and look at her confused.

“She’s not here?” He asked, his mom rolling her eyes at him

“This isn’t funny, Michael. Where is she? Did you call her?”

“I don’t have her number,” he responded back, this time with a slight blush on his face. He could feel the worry growing in his stomach from not knowing where she was and every possible thing that could’ve happened to her.

“You don’t have her number? Christ, Michael, I’ll just call her,” she muttered back handing him a piece of paper with a number on it as she held her phone to her ear. “Y/n, where are you?….oh, at a friends, alright…no you don’t have to come back. It’s fine. I was just worried…alright, I’ll see you tonight.” Michael’s fingers tapped at the counter top waiting for his mom to start yelling at him, something that never came. “Michael, sweetheart, why can’t you just try to like her? She hasn’t done anything to you.”

“It’s not her mom, it’s what she represents.” He pulled at his hair slightly as he sat in the chair in the kitchen. “How are you so okay with it?”

“Because we talked about it years ago and fixed the situation. The fact your father didn’t even know about her was upsetting. She’s been so open to everything even though her mother just died when most kids close themselves off. It’s a hard situation to be in.” Michael nodded his head, eating at his snack.

“I can go get her later, if you want.”

“That would be fantastic, Michael.”

They’re Your Brother and Find Out You’re Dating Another Member

Xiumin;

Questions your taste in men when you tell him the news.

Him: “Really? Sehun?”

Luhan;

Him: “What do you mean you’re dating Xiumin? How dare you date my best friend before I could.”

Kris;

Honestly so upset you didn’t tell him because he thought you two were relatively close.

Suho;

Jokingly warns Kris that he’ll fight him if he hurts you.

Originally posted by wintershower

Lay;

Him: “No wonder you and Suho spent so much time together.”

Originally posted by getlayd

Baekhyun;

Say hello to your new self-named bodyguard who will stay by your side whenever you’re around his friends, especially Lay.

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu

Chen;

He would try to have a serious conversation with Baekhyun afterwards, telling him to treat you right and it was no excuse that they were best friends, you were still his sister and he was going to protect you.

Originally posted by chenc-17

Chanyeol;

Him: “Stay away from my band members you friend stealing little shit.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

D.O.:

Him: “You’re proud to say you’re dating Chanyeol? Really?”

Originally posted by luhtella

Tao;

Him: “What do you mean you’re dating Kyungsoo? You’re too precious to date anyone.”

Kai;

Him: “You’re actually attracted to someone in my band? Ew.”

Sehun;

He’d definitely take this rare opportunity to cockblock the heck out of you and Kai. The two of you want to watch a movie together? Sehun’s already there with a movie in hand. Better luck next time.

Originally posted by laygion

[gotta make up a title]

AN: haha, fun things here!
Pairing: SasuHina
Rating: T (swearing)

::

“He’s asleep.” Lie.

“…still.”

“He’s always been a heavy sleeper.” Another lie.

“Sasuke…” Don’t fall for it. Please don’t fall for it. “Okay…”

Daisuke groaned and rolled onto his stomach. The walls were so thin that he could hear his lying ass father’s and his damn innocent teacher’s words clear as day. His eyes widened when the sound of moaning pierced through his wall.

“No, no, no…” He covered his ears.

Boundaries. His father knew no boundaries. You give the guy an inch and he takes a mile, the highway and a flight. No, he didn’t mind his father dating again because…well, he didn’t deserve to die alone and his mother was already married again to some store manager. Daisuke didn’t really care about the guy but he treated his mother with respect so…he could deal.

Anyway, his father…since he was living with him for the time being asked him how he felt if he started dating again and Daisuke replied, “I don’t care…as long as she isn’t trying to be my mother.”

He accepted the terms and conditions.

Then Daisuke had gotten into a little fight at school and his father came to the school and met Hinata Hyuuga, his literature teacher.

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I Promise

Description: A crime AU in which Dan is a hitman and Phil is a surgeon.

Warnings: Some cursing and brief depictions of violence, major fluff and feels, some angst; the usual:)

Notes: This is one of my favorites that I have written so far, so I hope you guys like it! Please let me know if there’s any specific prompt you’d like me to write and I’ll give it my best shot:) Enjoy!

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My Most Hated Arguments Against Rob/Star.

Title says it all. Everyone likes different ships and that’s okay, but sometimes you just get really really tired of seeing certain (wrong and boneheaded) arguments against your OTP over and over and over again.

So let me present a handful of the ones that annoy me the most.

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shittyindian  asked:

Luke. 40. (-:💖

You were overhearing a knock knock joke Luke was telling the other boys.

“Who’s there?” They chorused

“Dozen.”

“Dozen who?”

“Dozen anybody want to let me in?”

You bit back a grin at the utter innocence and predictability of Luke’s joke.

Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?

You cleared your throat and turned away from the boy. Yes he irritated you to no end and yes you were sworn-kind of-enemies but you were somehow attracted to the blonde little shit.

“No, go away.” He caught you off guard and you turned away from him, slightly flustered.

“Are you blushing?” He continued to pester you.

You didn’t have to see his face to know he was grinning.

“Luke, fuck off.” You desperately tried to avoid his gaze.

“You look cute when you blush.” You felt him hovering close to you, and your breathing became shallow.

“Luke…” You warned.

“Okay, okay, I’m backing off.” He kissed your cheek fleetingly and left you a pink mess, utterly confused with the tingles that were spreading through your body

amagnusbane  asked:

Hi! You're taking prompts now, right? Minty please? :) And from the prompts page - "it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me" au

Clarke, Raven, Octavia, and Bellamy had begged him to wait for a safe ride, but it wasn’t a long walk back to his dorm, and by the time the safe ride actually got to their apartment, he could’ve already been back in his room and halfway done with his chemistry homework. Safe rides were pointless in his opinion; he could handle himself.

Monty had never thought himself to be a particularly paranoid person, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He tried to ignore it, but it just kept getting stronger the farther he walked. He chanced a glance over his shoulder, confirming his suspicions: about a block back, there was a shadowy, creepy looking figure, picking up their pace when they saw Monty had taken notice of them.

Maybe he was just being silly, but he started walking a little faster, just in case.

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Paperboy Niall, chapter 1: in the beginning

Niall the paperboy (supposedly) can’t throw newspapers for his life which leads to a certain amount of sexual tension. Slowly but surely, it grows into something more.

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Bellarke Kissing Booth AU: Requested by more than one anon.

Clarke and Octavia made their way over to the kissing booth slowly because they weren’t exactly looking forward to kissing strangers that most likely had bad breath.

“Do we really have to do this?” Octavia wondered as she pouted.

“My mom says so, so yep!” Clarke replied trying to sound somewhat enthusiastic.

“Ick…” Octavia shivered as they finally got to the kissing booth.

“We’re going to be here for like half an hour, so hopefully it won’t be that bad.” Clarke sighed because she was as reluctant to do this as her best friend was.

“It’s right after lunch, Clarke… The boys will probably have onion breath from the onion rings or cheese breath from the cheese fries and I really don’t want to smell or taste what they did.”

“It’s not like we’re going to french kiss them or anything… It’ll be quick pecks and this will all be over before we know it. Come on, Octavia… Look at the bright side.”

“Ugh! Fine,” she gave up before they got behind the kissing booth.

About a minute later, a line was beginning to form and the two girls looked at one another and shook their heads before they smiled brightly at the guys that were going their way.

Right before, two guys stepped up, Clarke looked over at Octavia pleadingly.

“You’re the one that said to look at the bright side, Clarke… It’s time to live up to those words.”

“I am so going to kill you after this.” She warned her.

“You won’t have too because I’m sure that I’ll be dead by the time we’re free from this responsibility.”

“Always such a drama queen…” Clarke shook her head teasingly before the brunette furrowed her eyebrows in her direction.

“Let’s just get this over with…” Octavia sighed.

“Amen to that,” The blonde agreed before they called the two guys forward.

About twenty minutes later, Octavia and Clarke were disgusted to the point of no return and the brunette smiled widely when she spotted her brother there.

“So… it looks like I’ll be kissing you, Griffin.” Bellamy said as he looked her over appreciatively and bit down on his bottom lip. His brown eyes were lit up with mischief and Octavia looked between the unlikely duo with confusion in her eyes because it seemed like they liked one another a lot more than they were letting on.

“Nuh-uh!” Clarke shook her head as she looked her best friend’s brother over. She did find him attractive, but she couldn’t stand how cocky and arrogant he was.

“Well, I’m not about to kiss my little sister because that’ll be gross and some incest type of shit.” He told her as he looked behind him and spotted his teammate, Lincoln.

“Lincoln, you better walk away right now because you are not going to kiss my baby sister.” Bellamy said and a smirk appeared on Lincoln’s face.

“Do you really want to turn me away, Blake? I mean I am helping out the fundraiser that your mother is a part of.” He told him as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and looked over at Octavia with a sexy smile.

Octavia could feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks and she looked down before he caught sight of her crimson colored cheeks.

Bellamy turned to Lincoln and he smirked before he wiggled his eyebrows in his direction.

“Fair enough, but don’t get any ideas… I know that you’ve always had a bit of a crush on my sister, but that isn’t going to transform into something more.”

“I can speak for myself, Bellamy.” Octavia stated as she motioned for Lincoln to come forward.

He did just that and as soon as he put the tickets in the bowl, Octavia grabbed his shirt and pulled him to herself. Their lips moved in sync and Bellamy shook his head before he looked over at Clarke.

“Time to get my money’s worth, don’t you think, Griffin?” He asked her as he put his hands on the table and licked his lips.

“Don’t get any ideas.” The blonde warned him, her voice serious.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” He shrugged before he dropped the tickets in the bowl.

Clarke ran her finger on his chest and he smiled before he leaned in. Their lips were inches away from one another and they moved closer.

“I bite, Blake.” Clarke warned him.

“I bite back,” he retorted, his eyes darkening with lust.

They smirked at one another before Bellamy pressed his lips against Clarke’s for the first time. They both felt their senses go on edge and she looped her arms around his neck. For the next ten minutes, they were making out only to pull away for air and as soon as Octavia’s and Clarke’s replacements arrived, the two best friends went their separate way with their boy toys in tow.

So??? I honestly love writing these types, so send in some more prompts that are similar if you’d like :)