I initially started writing this series to be posted alongside of an Ashton blurb series written by @thesaltyspice. We designed them so that they could be read/stand on their own.
Anyway, here’s the start of my ‘Calum dates a college girl’ series. Enjoy!
It’s not everyday that Y/N walks into her kitchen after a long, grueling, and just plain shitty day with tense shoulders, a sore back and a snappy temperament. Okay…that’s a lie, it definitely happens more than she cares to admit. But generally, she’s the kind of person to retain a good, upbeat mood even after everything’s gone to shit–but today has not been one of those days.
But, seriously, it’s really not everyday that she comes home with aforementioned tense shoulders and sore back to find a famous, six-foot-something tall Australian leaning against her kitchen counter and stuffing his face with the homemade cookies she was looking forward to. “Who the fuck are you?”
He glances up from his phone, one thick eyebrow raised at her while the front door slams shut. “Seriously?”
The question is simple enough, but for some reason, it only serves to incite Y/N foul mood even more. It’s said like he’s shocked she couldn’t possibly not know who he is.
Of course Y/N already knows who he is. How could she not? Not only is her roommate (Ainsley, for future reference) dating the drummer of their wildly popular band, but it’s not like she lives under a fucking rock. She may be busy–always at work or in class or studying, but of course she knows who Calum Hood is.
Summary - You go with the pack to explore a new discovery in the forest. What you find there changes Beacon Hills completely - for the darker.
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word count: a decent amount
Warnings: Possessed!reader? S M U T.
A/N: This is definitely my fav part so far. Thank you so much for the support this series has gotten. It means a lot. Feel free to request or message me about anything.
Malia suddenly went to rip the locket from around your neck. You quickly grabbed her wrist, smirking. “I wouldn’t do that if i were you,” you said in a deadly sweet tone before letting go of Malia’s arm. “Anyways,” you sighed, turning to the others, “what is it you want?” Stiles just stared at you, unsure of what to say. “We need to talk,” Scott said simply. You looked thoughtfully at the group. “There’s like 7 of you. I’m not letting you all into my house,” you finally responded, crossing your arms. “Fine. Two of us will come in,” Lydia decided. “No. Only one,” you disagreed. “I’ll do it,” Stiles blurted out, wanting to be the one to help you. “Stiles, are sure tha-” ”I’ll be fine, Scott. I promise,” Stiles assured. “Great. Let’s talk,” you smiled, grabbing Stiles arm and pulling him inside before slamming the door in the pack’s faces.
You lead Stiles into your living room and sat him down on the couch before sitting down close beside him. Stiles went to speak but stopped when he noticed how the jersey you were wearing had ridden up to your hips. You saw his face and smirked. “So, what is it we need to talk about?” you asked, sliding your hand onto his leg. “Uh, um… the locket. And Zack. And…,” Stiles stopped talking when you suddenly sat in his lap, facing towards him. “It’s so cute that you actually thought we were going to chat,” you spoke sweetly. “I-I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Stiles stuttered, wide eyed. “Oh come on, Stiles. Don’t be stubborn. I know how much you want this. I know how you feel about Y/n,” you replied, running a hand up his arm. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Stiles denied. You laughed slightly. “Don’t fight it, Stiles. Just give in to your desires. You’re sweet and i would rather not use my powers to make you do this,” you responded, leaning in closer to him. “Just give in,” you whispered before meeting his lips with yours.
It took Stiles a moment before he gave in and kissed you back. You pushed him down to where he way lying on the couch with you on top of him. The two of you kissed, exploring each other’s bodies and only pulling apart to catch a breath. You moved away from him slighting and yanked off your jersey. Stiles stared at you until you rolled your eyes and helped him take off his shirt, tossing it across the room. You started leaving rough kisses down his chest as he removed your bra and let it join the growing pile of clothes on the ground. “Pants. Off,” you ordered. Stiles nodded and quickly took them off, both of you now just in your underwear. “Y/n… you’re so beautiful,” Stiles marveled. “Yeah, I know. Now just fuck me already,” you said, kissing him roughly. Stiles ran in hands down your back and to your underwear, slipping them off you and adding it to the messy pile. You ripped off his boxers and started feeling him. Stiles groaned and suddenly flipped you so he was on top. You were slightly surprised by his move but just started kissing him again. Stiles left a trail of kisses down your neck before thrusting himself into you. You gasped in pleasure, digging your nails into his back. “Don’t be gentle with me,” you told him. “But… I’m pretty sure you’re a vir-” “I don’t care if you kill me. Just go harder!” you growled. Stiles didn’t hesitate after that and started pounding into you. The only sounds in the house were the pants and groans of you and Stiles. “Keep going. I’m almost their,” you gasped. Stiles reached his high right after you, both of you collapsing beside each other on the couch. “Damn, Stilinski,” you said, catching your breath. Stiles chuckled, pulling you on top of him. You smirked and kissed his nose. “We should do this again,” you said. “Sounds good. But i want it to be with the real Y/n next time,” Stiles replied. You laughed. “This IS the real me, now,” you said. Stiles went to reply but stopped when his phone started going off with texts from Scott. “Looks like i gotta go,” he said. You got off him and he stood up, quickly pulling on all his clothes. You just smiled, watching him leave.
Stiles walked into Scott’s house where the rest of the pack was waiting for him. “Well? How did it go? What did she say?” Kira asked as he entered the room. “Um, well… we talked about a lot,” Stiles trailed, rubbing the back of his neck. Scott frowned before looking bewildered, “Oh my god, you had sex with her!” he stated in surprise. “What!?! No! Not true!” Stiles exclaimed defensively. “Stiles, you reek of hormones and cum,” Malia said bluntly. “Malia!” Lydia exclaimed, wide eyed. “What? He does,” Malia insisted. “I can’t believe you slept with her,” Scott said, genuinely mad. “How come you’re not like Zack was?” Liam asked, confused. “Uhh, she didn’t use her powers on me,” Stiles said awkwardly. “Seriously?! You WANTED to have sex with her?” Lydia asked, shocked. Kira and Scott looked disgusted. “…yeah-I mean, no!” Stiles admitted, fixing himself quickly. Lydia shook her head, turning away. Liam and Malia just watched everyone, unsure. ‘I can’t believe you, Stiles,” Scott growled. “Look, I’m sorry…,” Stiles started. “Just go home, everyone go home. We’ll go talk to Deaton tomorrow,” Scott cut him off before walking away into the kitchen. Kira hesitated before following after him. “Way to go,” Malia said sarcastically as she passed Stiles on her way out. “I guess the meetings over,” Liam said. “No shit,” Stiles snapped and quickly left.
Summery: Stiles and the Pack have a special Memorial Movie marathon in memory of Space Mom
Requested by @animeelover1
As soon as you opened Tumblr you and saw the posts you knew Stiles would be hit pretty hard by the news. You quickly called Lydia and cancelled your day with her, asking her to arrange some things for you.
You hurried to Stiles house and found him teary eyed sat on the foot of his bed, snuffling softly. You threw your arms around him and he buried his face into your jumper, sighing when your hands carded through his hair.
“She…” He started but trailed off and you nodded.
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
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.
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N’s life is quite miserable, but when she meets the handsome bartender in the local bar, she’s finally able to enjoy life again - however, love always has a prize to pay.
A/N: This is the first part of a short series I’m currently writing - I hope you like it!
You were never one to dwell on the past, but after the love of your life turned into a cheating bastard, you found yourself at the local bar thinking about what had been way too often for your own liking.
The bar didn’t have any other guests, probably because it was placed in an area for successful businessmen who were more into going home to their beautiful, fake, plastic wives than drinking their brains out in a small-town bar with a pathetic woman who had grown old way too fast.
“Another one, please,” you asked, not happy about your sober state, and the young bartender nodded with a polite smile. “You’re new around here, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you before, and in this shitty town everyone knows everyone.” He nodded again while pouring some more vodka in your glass. “Why choose this terrible, boring neighborhood, when you should be out enjoying your youth before it’s too late?” you took another sip of your drink and shot the boy the fake smile you had become an expert at in the last two years.
Lorelai Gilmore
and also probably amy sherman palladino pissed af that someone made her marry chris in season 7
(via gilmoregirlsmemories)
A/N: I will be at an airport and on a plane for the majority of the day. I will schedule it to post at my usual time (12pm PST) but if it doesn’t go up, I’ll fix it when I get off the plane. Enjoy :)
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“Luke?” I said to the computer screen as our call tried to connect.
His figure soon became less pixilated and I could see all of him clearly. He smiled at me. “Hey, baby.”
I smiled widely at him as I crossed my legs under my comforter and leaned back against the headset of our bed. “Hey.”
He glanced at the corner of the screen then frowned at me. “Babe…”
I sighed. “I know it’s late, but you asked if I could Skype you and I couldn’t help it.”
He still frowned at me. “If I had known or looked at what the time was over there I wouldn’t have asked. You know how I feel about you being up so late.”
summary: calum has a bad day and needs ashton to be there.
word count: 424
warning: calum’s a little sad.
It was a bitter feeling.
Calum knew that he had it all. He was living comfortably with his best friend, making a fraction of a fortune each year from the job that he loved with his entire life, got the opportunity to travel around the world, and met brand new faces that held an overwhelming admiration for him every single day. He had an abundance of genuine friends, a closet full of designer clothing, and a family that would stand behind him no matter what he’s done. He knew undoubtedly that he was privileged.
Yet he didn’t feel like that was enough. There was still this emptiness that lingered inside him that couldn’t be filled by money, or playing his songs to an arena of screaming fans.
summary: the reader comforts carl after negan is a douchebag
a/n: i literally have no inspiration for this i’m just going off the top of my head wish me luck (lmao this sucks sorry to disappoint)
Carl sat between you and Negan, and Judith sat on your lap. Her head lay on your chest as she rested her eyes. The truck bounced as it ran over what you imagined were fallen walkers, making you hold Judith even closer to your body. Carl’s hand rested on your knee, his thumb anxiously tapping you over and over again.
“Aren’t you two cute,” Negan taunted. “You almost give me hope that the world ain’t all shit.”
Carl’s lips slightly turned upwards. You couldn’t believe it. Was he really accepting Negans compliment? He was obviously screwing with you guys, and it frightened you beyond belief to see him getting through to Carl.
“You better hang on to her,” Negan continued, “‘cause there are some bad people out there just dying to get their hands on a fine gal like her.” He licked his lips and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Whatever trace of a smile that was on Carl’s face was lost, and he just seemed upset. You leaned into him, hoping to give him a sign of comfort without Negan becoming aware of the interaction.
“Speaking of you two, (Y/N), why would you go for him?”
A bubble formed in your throat that you couldn’t seem to swallow. “Why wouldn’t I?” You sat up straight again, looking into his eyes with the meanest face you could muster.
Negan chuckled, shaking his head and leaning back into the worn down driver’s seat. “Honey, you don’t have to be a damn rocket scientist to recognize that your boyfriend here only has half a face.”
You had had enough of him. “Stop the truck.”
“Excuse m-”
“Stop the truck, you bastard,” you boldly demanded.
“What are you gonna do? Walk back? We’re almost there, baby doll,” Negan said teasingly.
You inhaled deeply, processing everything. Was it really worth it to defy him? You had no idea what he would do to you, or Carl — or Judith.
“Let me out.”
The car halted to a stop. Your head whipped back before your body was slammed forward. You weren’t wearing a seatbelt, neither was Carl. His first instinct was to throw his arm across you and Judith, trying to act as a makeshift seatbelt. To his delight, it kind of worked. You were all fine, and you took the first chance you got to open the door and jump out. You rocked Judith as she cried, bouncing on your heels to soothe her.
“You little shits made your decision!” you heard Negan yell from behind you. When you turned around, you saw Carl slam the door and walk towards you.
“He’s not gonna do anything,” Carl assured you.
“I don’t know about that,” you mumbled. Judith’s cries had softened, as she rested her head on your shoulder. “There’s always something. I just don’t want Judith anywhere near him.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. You fell back into silence as you walked along the paved road. “Why would you go for me?”
“What?” Was Negan really getting in his head?
“Why would you choose me? There are so many people who you could have in a heartbeat. Why me?” Carl questioned.
You frowned at him, hating it when he degraded himself. “Why not you?”
“Look at this!” He stopped walking to face you and point at the scar where his eye used to be. “It’s gross! Hell, even Negan said it was disgusting, and he’s seen everything disgusting this world has to offer.”
“It’s not gross at all! If it really makes you feel better to cover it, we can do that back at home. I really don’t mind, though,” you explained. He was always so tough on himself. Sometimes you wished he would stop working so damn hard to be what he thought was perfect. “We’re just kids, I know, but you’re so mature. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are. I know I can’t take back what Ron did. I know that, but I just want you to move past it.”
Carl sighed. “Thanks,” he mumbled, unsure of how to respond. “I can take her if your arms are tired.”
You smiled as you handed the baby to Carl.
“See, she doesn’t care either,” you remarked. Judith lit up every time her brother would hold her or play with her. She loved him. You could tell. You knew she was going to be such a badass, just like her big brother. Even though things won’t come to her the easy way, she’ll figure it out. We all had to.
Requested: yep Pairing: Calum + Ravenclaw!reader Words: 653 summary: you always know what distracted calum the most
It always surprised you when you found Calum studying, especially in the middle of the day on a Saturday when the weather was in it’s prime. Because you knew for a fact that the Ravenclaw Captain would much rather be out with his buddies practising their Quidditch plays. So when you wandered into the common room to find the brunet boy hunched over a thick History of Magic textbook and inches upon inches of parchment, looking like he’d been there for hours, you made it your mission to make sure he got a decent break.
“Any reason you’re studying on of your best subjects on a Saturday?” You asked him with an inquisitive (and slightly cheeky) gin. Brown eyes flickered to yours and a sly look flashed in his irises before it disappeared with a shrug of his shoulders.
“I’m just behind in homework.” He said simply. “Been too focused on Quidditch.”
You scoffed. You and Calum weren’t yet an official couple but you were something like best friends (who fooled around in empty classrooms and alcoves), and you knew more than anything that Calum would never in a million years admit that he was behind on homework, let alone claim that he’d been ‘too focussed on Quidditch’. He was the captain! And he was being scouted for the Chudley Cannons (rumour had it that he would be their saving grace for the next World Quidditch Championship). No one should have been more focussed on Quidditch than Calum Hood.
“Uh-huh.” You crossed your arms and popped your hip, brow cocked and not believing him for a second. “And who’s words are those?” Calum said nothing. You narrowed your eyes at him and took a step forward, placing your hands flat on the table so you could lean down and stare the boy down.
“Who got better grades than you?” You asked with a smirk. When Calum stared up at you slowly with a sidelong expression, you knew that you’d hit the nail on the head. Calum was head boy as well for a reason and his academics were it. And he hated being the best and then being beaten. He hated it more than he hated being distracted.
“Y/N.” He said very sternly. “I’m trying to study. Go distract someone else.”
You giggled and leaned back off of the table and Calum went back to his writing as if he made the assumption that you were going to listen to him, which, you know, you didn’t, because you never did. No, instead you circled around until you were behind the boy and started to massage his unbelievably tense shoulders ever-so-slowly. As if that weren’t enough, you leaned down and with your breath tickling the hair on the back of his neck, you pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his neck just below his ear.
“Was it that prat, Clifford?” You whispered of Calum’s Slytherin rival, your lips brushing his ear. “Ooh, or maybe it was Irwin. That Gryffindor’s not all brawn, you know.” You felt Calum growl when your teeth grazed his earlobe. Your hands pulled at the collar of Calum’s shirt, your right hand slinking inside so you could caress the skin of his chest while your lips peppered hot, wet kisses to his neck. He had not relaxed since that first touch. He also hadn’t written another word on his parchment.
“Was it me?” You whispered seductively and quicker than you realised it had happened, Calum had pulled you around the chair and down into his lap so you were draped across his legs, his lips crashing into yours with a passion you’d not felt since the first time you had kissed him all those weeks ago in Hogsmeade.
“Yes.” Calum growled again against your lips while his left hand danced with the hem of your skirt, fingertips gently tracing absent patterns on the flesh of your thigh. “It was you.”
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Preference: Fake Boyfriend.
Luke: “Shit, there he is, Luke! Quick, hold my hand,” (Y/N) fumbled around Luke’s arm, awkwardly grabbing his wrist and tangling her fingers between his. She felt Luke squeeze the soft skin of her hand and she smiled, for she could see her ex-boyfriend’s eyes train on the two of them standing together. They hadn’t been broken up but for two weeks, but she wanted him back more than anything. (Y/N) believed she was meant to be with Trevor; hell, they’d been together for three years. She wanted to settle down and marry him one day, but he gave up on their relationship after a small argument that shouldn’t have even happened. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the argument. She remembered how Trevor was drunk, and she remembered how she had tried to get him to lye down to sleep it off. She wanted him to sleep as much as he could; they were supposed to go to dinner with her parents the next day. She knew he would be hungover, so she wanted him to get to bed earlier so he could try and feel better by the time they were supposed to go and meet her family. When he broke up with her that night, regardless if it was because he was drunk and angry, (Y/N) packed most of her clothes and she left to Luke’s house. Luke had been her neighbor for years now, they were as close as a brother and sister. So, she figured in order to get Trevor back, to show him was he was missing, she’d get out in public with Luke and show him that some other guy was treating her better than he did. It had been two weeks, and this was the first time she’d been out in public with Luke as her ‘boyfriend’. She gritted her teeth as a rush of anger ran through her veins, but it quickly vanished as Luke wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her into a hug from behind. Trevor stood still at the ticket booth in front of them, watching how close they were to each other. He laughed and shook his head, buying his ticket for the movie, and he nodded briefly at (Y/N) before he turned and walked inside. “Do you think it worked?” She whispered to Luke, who had his nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck. His eyes were closed as he was intrigued by the type of perfume she’d decided to wear out for the night, and he sighed as he moved away from her to answer her question. “If he was jealous at all, he didn’t show it. He’s probably more disappointed that you moved on so quickly rather than jealous,” He answered honestly, letting his hands fall from her waist as (Y/N) turned to face him. She pouted and wiped at the tears in the corner of her eyes, upset that Trevor hadn’t even been worried about her being with another guy. “Should I have waited before I did this?” (Y/N) whispered, her lip slightly quivering. Luke sighed, and moved to wrap his arms around her shoulders as he brought her into his torso for a tight hug. “He’ll come back around, don’t worry about it,” He told her; even though he was not sure if Trevor would come back around after seeing her with someone new in just weeks of them breaking up.
Ashton: He bit at his nails, nervously chewing and chewing as he watched (Y/N) contemplate the question he’d just asked her. She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger, obnoxiously popping the piece of gum she was chewing as she looked at the boy in front of her. “So, you want me to fake date you just to get Cammie’s attention?” She asked, a tone of disbelief in her voice as she spoke. Ashton slowly nodded his head, tapping his fingers on the lunch table they were sitting in front of. He was growing impatient, because he knew that Cammie was bound to come walking through the lunch hall at any given moment with her friends. He wanted to be doing something cute and couple like with (Y/N) so that she would maybe look at him and notice that he wasn’t ‘waiting’ on her anymore, even though he’d been waiting on her since the first day of freshman year. Ashton could remember it like it was just yesterday, even though it was nearly three years ago. Cammie had walked into her first period class at least fifteen minutes late, but that was only because she’d gotten lost in the hallways trying to find her way. The teacher scolded her, but cut her some slack, since it was hard to get around the school if you hadn’t previously been there for your middle school years. She came and sat next to Ashton and asked to borrow his pencil, since she’d apparently lost hers somewhere in the hallway, and when he gave it to her, he got a whiff of her perfume. He could remember how she smelled just like cotton candy, and her blonde curly hair was long enough to reach the desktop and lay across her papers. Ashton always thought she was so pretty, but she always had boyfriends. It was his goal to have a chance with her before he graduated, and his great idea was to pretend like he had a girlfriend that Cammie was fairly enough associated with. (Y/N) and Cammie were biology partners, and from what Ashton had heard (Y/N) say, they talked about her boy problems a lot. This week, she’d broken up with Lance, and was now looking for a sweet guy. She was done with ‘bad boys’, and so, Ashton saw this as his chance to get the girl of his dreams. “But, won’t she think that you dating me would make it sort of useless for her to try and talk to you?” (Y/N) asked Ashton, noting as Cammie walked into the cafeteria in her cheer leading uniform. He shrugged his shoulders, leaning forward and clasping his large hands around (Y/N)’s. “This is the only idea I could think of to get her attention! I’ve tried just plain out asking her before, but she really never answered me. Please?” He pleaded, and just as soon as (Y/N) opened her mouth to answer, Cammie walked over to the pair and stood tall behind Ashton with an unclear facial expression. “I had no idea the two of you were dating?” She questioned more than stated, and (Y/N) exchanged a look between her and Ashton before she rolled her eyes and answered, “Yep, we’re a couple alright.”
Calum: “I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” (Y/N) pouted, playing with the empty plastic cup from the Starbucks she bought herself earlier. Her best friend sighed, sticking a cigarette in her mouth as she lit it and blew a puff of smoke out. “You mean faking like you’re in a relationship with Calum?” She asked, already knowing what (Y/N) was referring to. She had just gotten a text from him, asking if she was available to go out tonight because Calum’s ex, Nia, was going out with her new boyfriend and Calum wanted to make her jealous to see him loving someone else as much as he had once loved her. (Y/N) wasn’t sure how to respond. She was free tonight, of course, but she was not wanting to go out in front of Nia. She was already a terrible liar as it was, it almost killed her to accept Calum’s relationship request on Facebook when he first asked her to help him make Nia jealous. She could only imagine how bad she would break down if she was face to face with the girl she was deliberately lying to. “Yeah, I mean, it’s getting harder and harder to pretend that I just want a friendship with him.” She admitted, knowing how much her feelings for Calum had grown since they’d started this relationship. He’d taken her out on plenty of dates, actually pretending to be her boyfriend better than she believed he would. He held her hand without asking, he hugged her, gave her kisses, and even bought her small gifts every other time they were out together. He treated her as if they were actually a couple, but when he dropped her off at her house, he would always remind her that it was fake by saying, “Thank you for doing this. You’re the only one that would.” She’d always had a small crush on him when they were just friends, but now that she’d had a taste of what Calum was like when he was more than just a friend, those feelings developed more than she could have ever imagined. “Why don’t you just tell him to stop, then?” Her friend questioned, wondering why (Y/N) was putting herself through the misery of a fake relationship with someone she had real feelings for. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I know I’d have no chance with him in a real relationship, so I guess I’m just milking this until Calum gets what he wants with Nia.” She said truthfully. She heard a loud gasp and then a signal as if someone was hanging up the phone, and when she looked down she squealed. She had accidentally dialed Calum’s number when she opened his message, and he’d heard everything that (Y/N) had said about having feelings for him.
Michael: He groaned as the same word came out of (Y/N)’s mouth. “No, Michael. I am not fake dating you to make some other girl jealous.” She scorned, walking through her kitchen to make herself dinner for the night. Michael rolled his eyes and unlocked his phone, pulling up the Instagram post of his ex girlfriend happily eating dinner with her new boyfriend. He felt sick as he looked at the post, but he held back the nausea he felt as he looked back up towards his best friend. “You don’t understand, (Y/N). She thinks I’m still hooked on her!” He yelled, and (Y/N) laughed as she poured the macaroni noodles into her pot of boiling water. “You are still hooked on her, Michael. That’s the third time in six minutes you’ve pulled her picture up.” She retorted, laughing as Michael flipped her off. She turned towards her macaroni, stirring the noodles as she actually thought about Michael’s offer. He would pay her for dating him, and when his ex girlfriend was jealous enough that he moved on, she would be able to say that she broke up with him for some odd reason. It was a good way to make more money, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she could handle faking a relationship with someone. Especially someone like Michael, because they had previously dated in a past time. They were still in high school, sophomores to be exact. (Y/N) had just transferred schools and Michael had caught her attention when he was playing guitar in the cafeteria, and she had asked him to teach her. He took her out to the park one evening, and he taught her certain chords. They dated for six months, and when they broke up, she stopped playing guitar. They remained great friends, but her admiration for Michael had never went away. She feared that her feelings for Michael would deepen, and she would feel for him as strongly as she did when she was just sixteen. “Michael, listen-” She started to answer, but Michael was already up out of his seat and standing next to her at the stove as she cooked her macaroni and cheese. “You won’t even have to tell people we’re dating if you don’t want to. Just let me take pictures of you or pictures with you to send to her, please. I want her to know that I can do better without her, please, (Y/N).” He begged, his lip beginning to quiver with desperation as he tried to talk his friend into doing him what felt like a huge favor. With a heavy heart and a worried brain, (Y/N) finally nodded her head. “Fine, I’ll be your fake girlfriend. It’s not like I haven’t been your real girlfriend before,” She groaned.
