Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. _______ Disclaimer : All credits of writing this go to Littleluxray, the original one can be found on archive of our own! Credits to art/book cover also goes to Rheatan which can be found on Deviantart As said I do not own this story, I just wanted to share it :>

(alternatively called: slow burn, second-hand embarrassment, and shenanigans) A girl made up of short fuses, clumsy feet and copious amounts of sarcasm has to team up with her irritatingly obnoxious neighbour in the name of love (also known as raging teenage hormones). Because in the grand scheme of things, what's a little deal with the devil? (Spoiler Alert: absolute chaos.) cover by xdemonsflowerx

#1 in Jealousy "I don't get it!" I yell while hurrying to catch up with him. "You don't need to get it!" he hisses out, not sounding tired after jogging for 20 minutes straight. While I on the other hand am heaving for my breath. "Why are you so hell bent on finding out who kissed you at Trevor's stupid party?!" No response. "It was just a kiss!" I try again. He stops up abruptly, turning around in a swift motion glowering down at me. I gulp. "Just a kiss?!" he whispers, I nod my head hesitantly. "JUST A KISS?!" I shrink back. He inches closer, his heavenly built towering over me. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose...disappointingly not mouth to mouth... I lick my lips slowly. He looks down, gulping before slightly moving away. "Just a kiss." I confirm. His blazing eyes find mine again. "No, it was not just a kiss! Maybe for her, but not for me!" "Why not?!" I press on. "BECAUSE SHE STOLE MY FIRST KISS!!" I gasp loudly, staggering back. His fingers graze his lips slowly before he snaps out of it, turns around and storms away. This time I don't bother following him, I am in shock. I Accidentally Stole The Bad Boy's First Kiss... ••• Completed | ✓ Unedited (Read at your own risk)

It all started with a pen. She was after a pen but she got an alpha instead. Ella is your typical girly girl- NOT. She stands along the lines of- how do I put this?- Badass. When she and her brother break into Adrian Black's multimillion-dollar building, break into his office, beat the shit out of three guards- knocking them out-, cancel his most important meeting, and steal his pen, a simple pen. Find out what happens to them when Adrian himself finds them barging into his office with two loaded guns, a chloroform rag, and a devilish smirk. ______________ #1 in billionaire (Dec 24, 2019) #1 in gangs (Sept 1,2019) #1 in gang gangleader (Sept 1,2019) #1 in Undercover (Aug 10, 2020) #941 in Chicklit (May 27, 2018) #2 in werewolf (Dec 26, 2019) #2 in werewolves (Dec 26, 2019) #2 in Badass (March 14, 2019) #2 in pack (April 7, 2019) #14 in Billionaire (December 28,2018) #6 in humanmate (December 28, 2018) #30 in alpha (March 14, 2019) #383 in love (Jan 3, 2020) #14 in spy (Sept 5, 2019) #82 in mates (Aug 6, 2019) (Authors name has been changed, ignore the two different author names)

Hey this is Adrian. I had a good time on our date today :) :Me too! This is going to be such a cute story to tell our kids in the future! OUR KIDS? :Oh don't worry, we'll obviously have them after we get married. WE'RE GONNA GET MARRIED? :Yeah that's what people who're in love do! WE ARE IN LOVE? :What did you think that eye contact we had for 3 seconds meant? You know what, you're right. :What? In fact let's get married tommorow! :ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND? ---------------------------------------------- Maybe getting fake-numbered isn't so bad after all. ---------------------------------------------- A short story written in dialogue/text form. ---------------------------------------------- Maybe someday? :) :Maybe someday :) ---------------------------------------------- Highest ranks: #1 in short story #1 in dialogue #3 in humor #6 in teen fiction #7 in young adult #27 in love #5 in funny

"Bro, she cheated on me" "Who dis?" "Yea, I saw her kissing all over the guy" "Is this an April fools joke?" "I should've confronted her " "Haha this is a horrible joke, you know that?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What would you do if you got a text on April fools? Any sane person would block the number but Morgan Mae Hearst is just stubborn. Being the nerd in school doesn't bring that much excitement into Morgan's life especially when you're invisible until a certain text comes to her life in April Fools. Instead of blocking the number, Morgan texted him back. Nicolas Klyne found out his girlfriend cheated on him during April Fools. Knowing this, he did the first thing he thought of, tell his friends. Realizing that he informed the wrong number and the wrong person he apologizes but never in a million years would he think that it would be a 'thing'. *WARNING* 1) CURSE WORDS AHEAD!!! 2) 3-4 non- dialogue story ig: @syneshouse A/N: This is supposed to be a quick read. This isn't supposed to have any complicated plots or anything, just the development of two strangers that happens to stumble on each other.

She lay on her bed, blood seeping through her skin, a fractured rib. She knew there would be no doctor, no way for anyone to find out. She knew she would not be saved. From the outside, Isabelle Thompson had the perfect family. A protective brother, a hard-working father and a nurturing mother. Everyone knew who they were, and everyone knew they wouldn't kill a fly. But they had a secret, and big fat juicy one too. Isabelle was always quiet. She never spoke, she always wore dark clothing, and she had no friends. It was easier that way. No one would find out, no one knew her. Until a bright sparkle of Adam Black came fluttering into her life. Always remember: 'Stay hidden, and remain unseen.' - (Trigger Warning) All rights reserved to Elyse-ri © 2017 Completed Happy reading :)

She hears all the locker room talk. She helps when the guys drink too much before a game. She tapes them up when they're injured. And in return, they watch her back. While most students spend their time partying, Lily spends her free time working. But her job as the assistant athletic trainer for the PSU football team comes with the benefit of being friends with every player on the team. Except the entirely too cocky, reckless, and charming golden boy of the team: Vincent Bradshaw. When they aren't spouting insults at one another, Vincent and Lily are doing everything in their power to avoid each other. That is, until Vincent gets injured.

She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?" "But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body. "No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there. "We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her. She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that. ~ Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else. Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves. When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again. But fate has other plans. Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did. And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine. Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.

Unknown Number: I buried the body. What now? Me: Umm...what? Unknown Number: Ah shit. Sorry, wrong number! Could you like...delete that message? Me: Will the police be able to track it back to me if i don't? Unknown Number: ...yes. Me: Ok. Deleted. Bye. [Completed] Cover by @daisybrowser