If anyone’s freaking out about failing classes or flunking a huge final, just know that I failed my first year of college so hard I actually got put on probation but I’m about a month away from having a bachelors degree in a field I actually enjoy and I just need you to know that this may be a setback, but it’s not the end, trust me. If you want to talk, I’m always right here!
To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.
Rating: R [A HIGH AMOUNT OF DOMINANCE AND TALKING DIRTY]
sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting
pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through
the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to
look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.
what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear
her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers
shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.
don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and
throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting
you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.
Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice
that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she
sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.
“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue
me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a
tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.
“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.”
Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.
groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight
somewhat blinding your eyes.
the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk
to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm
skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.
do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming
up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk
out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only
thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear
the door slam shut, making you stand and walk out your bedroom and
straight to the washroom.
quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the
feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping
through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.
made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before
lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to
your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your
a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower
also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped
around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he
brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean
satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to
paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost.
You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours,
his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk,
his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and
looking up towards you.
Summary: In which a new student, (Y/N), finds herself becoming the toy to popular frat boy Calum Hood. The only problem is that (Y/N) was warned about Calum her first day on campus, and Calum just so happens to be dating (Y/N)’s best friend, Callie Mitchell. She hates him. She hates him more than she’s hated anyone ever before; however, she can’t help the growing feeling inside of her stomach after she finds out some very interesting things about Calum that no one had ever known before.
Rating: PG for this chapter - rated R later on.
Requested?: No, I just really wanted to try to write a Calum series based off of my frat boy preferences. Which, if you haven’t read them, they are here,here, and here!
Imagine being a pretty famous musician, which means you have a lot of fans. Just like the boys of 5 Seconds Of Summer. They are hyped to be on one of your concerts and meeting you afterwards. A big dream comes true for them.
Swole!Calum intentionally works out everyday and when you scowl him for it, he goes, “I’m doing this for you. What a punk smacks your butt and he’s like RIPPED? He’d snap me like a twig.” and he’d go on and on about how protecting you is number one and he’s totally cool with being arm candy for you. He has that masculine personality until it’s late at night and it’s thundering really loudly and he scoots behind you and BEGS to cuddle. You’d scoot closer to him and wait for him to wrap his arms around you but he just turns around and leaves you to struggle to spoon him with those musCLES.
Luke: “Jesus Christ,” (Y/N) groaned under her breath as she entered the frat house, being immediately shoved and ran into by multiple grinding bodies. The smell of weed burned her nostrils and the yearn for alcohol burned in her veins as she studied the structure of the house, noting that there were way too many people to count inside. “Come on, (Y/N). You’ll love it!” Her best friend, Amber, squealed as she tugged the back of her already short dress an inch higher up her thighs. (Y/N) was unsure of how much she would ‘love’ this party. She was actually still in shock that she had let Amber convince her to join her out this evening, considering she had a huge psychology final tomorrow and she should have stayed planted on her bed in her dorm with her notes in front of her face. “Let’s just get a drink.” (Y/N) yelled over the music, rolling her eyes as Amber grinned and sauntered her way over to the kitchen, grabbing vodka out of the cooler that was set up. Amber mixed the vodka with some other kind of alcohol, and (Y/N) knew that the two of them were going to end up too drunk to function in a matter of an hour as she watched the amount of alcohol poured into their cups. Amber handed her the drink, smirking as (Y/N) tasted the lime green liquid with a satisfied smile on her face. “This is really good! What’d you mix?” She asked her friend, sighing as Amber shrugged her shoulders and took a drink from her own cup. “Let’s go dance!” Amber suggested, (Y/N) shrugging as she figured she should at least try to have fun instead of being a sour puss all night long. After setting their drinks down on the counter, they made their way into the living corridor, where multiple couples were sprawled around the room together. Grinding, twerking, and break dancing were all being performed in each corner, and (Y/N) had to admit that she was somewhat impressed with some of the moves she saw being performed. She and Amber took the middle of the floor as Hot in Here by Nelly came over the speakers. The two girls were swaying their hips, teasing anyone watching as they twirled their dresses enough for them to get a slight glimpse of their asses as they got low to the floor, sensually rubbing on their thighs as they swung their hips to the tune. Just as the song came to the last chorus, (Y/N) felt a pair of hands on her hips and a body pressed into her backside. She gasped and turned in the arms that were holding her, seeing Luke Hemmings, the leader of the frat house they were in, standing tall above her with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth as she still slowly grind her hips to the song. “Can I help you?” (Y/N) asked him, not pleased with the boy who had taken an interest in her. After all, she knew of his reputation. Drugs, sex, and constant relationship troubles due to his cheating and partying habits. He didn’t seem like a nice boy, and (Y/N) was well aware of his intentions with girls like herself. She refused to be lead into his game. Luke smirked, letting his lip go from his teeth as he slowly nodded his head, rubbing circles into her hips with his thumbs. “If you can follow me upstairs, it’d help a lot.” He winked, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes and scoff at him, tearing herself from his grip. “I don’t think so, Hemmings.” She snapped, crossing her arms as she finally stopped her dancing. Luke laughed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at the shorter girl. “And just why not, little lady?” He taunted her, causing her blood to boil. (Y/N) stepped closer to him, a smirk gracing her lips as she pulled Luke down to her height by the collar of his shirt, the two of them too close in proximity for (Y/N)’s liking. “I don’t fuck frat boys,” She whispered as she let him go and pushed him away, walking in the opposite direction with an exaggerated swing of her hips.
Ashton: History was such an easy subject. It was simple to understand the concept, at least, it was for (Y/N). Of course, she was majoring in the study, so it would be easy for her. However, some of her classmates were not so lucky to be able to understand the subject as easily as her. She wrote her notes hurriedly, legible enough for her to be able to look back over when she returned to her dorm after class; her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as her hand dashed across the lines of her paper without any trace of hesitation. “If you keep sticking your tongue out like that, I just might have a heart attack.” a voice spoke beside her, causing (Y/N) to jump in her seat as she turned to place a body with the voice. Her throat turned dry as she noticed Ashton Irwin, captain of the football team and most recognizable frat boy, sitting next to her. His head leaned against the palm of his hand as he stared at (Y/N), his paper noticeably blank in front of him. “Have you not been paying attention to this lecture at all?” (Y/N) grimaced as she spoke to the boy, disliking the fact that she was even cursed to sit next to someone with such a low value of morals. She mostly disliked Ashton’s reputation; since he was popular for fucking girls and leaving them the next week. She knew his intentions, she knew who he was as a person, and what he was about when it came to school. She was still surprised that Ashton was managing to pass history with the amount of classes he missed due to his massive hangovers after the parties that his fraternity threw every other night of the week. “So I get distracted. Is that such a problem?” Ashton smirked, looking down at (Y/N)’s two full sheets of paper that he knew he probably should have copied down, but he didn’t care at the moment. His goal was to invite (Y/N) to tonight’s party, and he did not intend to take no for an answer. “Yes, Ashton, it is a problem. We have a huge test in two days!” She whisper-hissed, feeling annoyed by his continuous conversation. Ashton knew that (Y/N) disliked him, but that just made him want her more. She was probably the only girl in the school that hadn’t thrown herself at him due to his popular status, and that drove him wild. He intended to get her to become involved with him one way or another, and he knew just the way to do it. If only she would come to one of his fraternity’s parties, she would see why Ashton was worth all the talk he got. “Good, then that means you can come out tonight.” Ashton smiled, taking his head off of his palm as he sat up straight in his seat next to her, causing (Y/N) to laugh aloud. Few students turned and shushed her, but she flipped them off and continued to write as she talked to Ashton. “If you really think I’m coming to one of your parties, you’re insane.” She remarked, stopping her writing as the professor turned his smart board off so he could lecture more verbally. Ashton crossed his arms, leaning against the desk in front of them as he eyed her. “You would enjoy yourself, you know? We’ve got great music, awesome booze-” (Y/N) cut Ashton off with a groan, shaking her head as she began putting her notes back into her folder she carried to class with her. “I don’t do parties, Ashton. I have too much to focus on instead of a good time every night.” She rolled her eyes as it was now Ashton’s turn to chuckle at her comment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you scared to have fun?” Ashton taunted, causing (Y/N) to pause her movements. She looked ahead of them at their professor for a few moments before shaking her head. It wasn’t that she was afraid of having fun, she was afraid to let the party life consume her and get in the way of her history major. Too much would be on the line if she began partying with Ashton and his fraternity, so she always refused any time Ashton invited her to come to their parties. “No, I’m not scared to have fun,” She mocked him, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “I’m just not interested in letting fun consume my priorities.” She bit back, watching as Ashton shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh. It was difficult to get her to agree to coming to one of their parties, and he knew he was going to have to promise her something that he knew would never happen. “If you come to the party, you don’t have to drink. I won’t drink, either. We’ll just hang out and babysit everyone.” He swore, feeling sick in his stomach as he thought of the lame idea. (Y/N) sincerely smiled, her eyes softening at the way Ashton offered her a simple hangout instead of getting drunk and having sex. “Really?” She asked, unsure if he was being honest. Ashton quickly nodded his head, standing from his seat as their professor dismissed their class. (Y/N) grinned and nodded her head as well, holding her folder to her chest. “Then I’ll be there! No alcohol, just hanging out.” She said, walking past Ashton to get back to her dorm. Ashton sighed and rolled his eyes, thinking of ways to get (Y/N) drunk so that the two of them wouldn’t be bored out of their minds in the night’s events.
Calum: “Goal!” (Y/N)’s friend, Callie, squealed as she stood from the metal bleachers. The crowd were all cheering in unison, all of them excited to see that the school’s team was going to be winning the tournament soccer match. It was only the semi finals, so they would still have one more game if they won, so (Y/N) kept her cool instead of getting excited with the rest of the fans. Callie sat back down, a wide smile on her face as she watched her boyfriend, Calum, running up and down the field with the ball between his feet. He was the star player of the team, as well as one of the cocky frat boy’s that (Y/N) found herself not too fond of. (Y/N) couldn’t believe that someone as sweet and innocent ended up with someone as devious and wild as Calum. “Isn’t he just so great?” Callie swooned over Calum, causing her friend to roll her eyes as she stayed silent, not wanting to comment her true opinion on her boyfriend. Callie began clapping loudly as Calum shot the winning goal, the crowd behind her screaming and chanting his name over and over. (Y/N) could see his shit-eating grin from her spot on the bleachers as Calum walked off the field, giving hand shakes and high fives to his teammates as he joined them in the locker room for the after game ritual. Callie grabbed her bag as she stood behind (Y/N), the two of them exiting the bleachers and going to stand by the locker room so they could meet Calum when he exited. “Are you going to join us to celebrate?” Callie asked her friend, her voice hoarse from all the cheering she’d been doing during the game. (Y/N) quickly shook her head in denial, not wanting to go to one of Calum’s frat parties that usually ended in an argument between he and Callie. She knew that she would need to be sober to comfort her friend when she came home with make up stained cheeks and messy hair; she needed to be well rested to listen to the sob story she was bound to hear in the later hours of the night. “Not this time.” She spoke, laughing as Callie rolled her eyes. Calum finally exited the locker room, dressed in his jersey and skinny jeans, sweat still clearly visible on his muscles and skin as he rested his arm around Callie’s shoulder in a proud stance. “Hey babe,” He whispered to her as he kissed her temple, a smirk on his face as Callie blushed and wrapped her arms around his waist. (Y/N) rolled her eyes mentally, tapping her foot impatiently. Callie had their only dorm key, so she had to wait around for her to finish her session with Calum before she could return to her bed to sleep the rest of her Saturday night away. “Are you celebrating tonight?” Callie asked for clarification, her voice soft and shy around the boy she was head over heels for, and Calum scoffed at her question as if it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard leave her lips. “Of course! Do you really think we’re gonna let this victory go unnoticed?” Calum laughed, stopping as he spotted (Y/N) standing with her arms crossed over her evident chest. He smirked at her, letting go of Callie as he walked to stand next to her. “And will you be joining us, buttercup?” He flirted, Callie’s nose scrunching at the nickname her boyfriend used for her friend. (Y/N) stepped away from his close body, shaking her head the same way she had moments before. “Absolutely not. I have better things to do than show up at one of your stupid parties,” She snapped at Calum, his smirk growing more and more as he watched her annoyance grow with each passing second. “What would be better than drinking with the lot of us? Sleeping all day?” Calum made fun of her, having heard Callie talk about how much (Y/N) slept and how lazy she seemed to be. (Y/N) flipped him off, standing beside Callie as she was ready to leave the field to be away from Calum. “I’d rather sleep than see you shagging ten girls in one night.” She spoke, instantly biting her tongue as Callie gasped. Calum’s eyes slightly widened as he replaced his arms back around her shoulders, awkwardly clearing his throat as he avoided her questioning eyes. The trio began walking back towards the college dorms, a tension built between them now that (Y/N) had admitted to her knowledge of Calum’s cheating record. “You don’t have to come, but keep your nose in your own fucking business.” Calum barked at her as he and Callie dropped her off at her dorm, and (Y/N) laughed in a menacing tone. “Keep your dick in your own fucking pants and we won’t have a problem.” She smirked, knowing she’d crawled too much under his skin for his enjoyment.
Michael: (Y/N) stood awkwardly in the middle of the back yard to the frat house, her arms hugging themselves as she watched the band performing in front of her. They were a huge hit on the campus, and she had to admit that she liked the music they played; however, she hated the band members. Luke Hemmings, Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, and most importantly, she hated Michael Clifford. She hated their attitudes, but she hated Michael’s constant flirting with her when she showed no interest. She hated his reputation as an alcoholic, she hated his way with girls, and she hated the fact that he took nothing seriously in school. She was almost positive he failed most of his classes, yet it didn’t bother Michael as long as he could have a good time at the end of the day. She hated him for his leisurely activities, but she had to admit that he was well talented when it came to playing the guitar and singing harmonies with Luke and Calum. The crowd around her were all dancing, singing along with the band. Some girls had even thrown their bras and panties up on the stage, Michael taking some of the bras and commenting on the cup size to cause the girls to swoon and freak out that he’d complimented their breast size. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, venturing out of the back yard as soon as the set ended. She found herself back at the kegs, filling a cup with beer that she thought tasted like absolute garbage, but she needed a sort of buzz to continue her partying at the frat house with the boys she disliked the most on campus. (Y/N) was very unsure of how she’d even gotten to this party, but she was sure it had something to do with the fact that her best friend, Brittany, was trying to fuck Ashton from her chemistry class. (Y/N) agreed to tag along so that Brittany wasn’t by herself in case something happened, and now she was starting to feel nervous about staying around. She pushed her nervous feeling aside as she sipped on her beer, watching the crowd from outside come inside the frat house like a stampede as everyone cheered about the performance and called out about getting drinks and getting the party started. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, spotting Brittany arm in arm with Ashton as he whispered in her ear and she bit at her lip. (Y/N) smiled at her friend, giving her a subtle thumbs up as she leaned against the counter, watching the party before her begin to take place. As she began to get to the bottom of her cup, she noticed a head of dyed hair next to her, his smirk too prominent for her to miss as she looked up into Michael’s green eyes. He filled his own cup of beer, staring down at (Y/N)’s exposed chest due to her low cut dress she decided to wear out for the night. “How’d you enjoy the show, hm?” Michael yelled in her ear, the music bumping too loud for her to hear him otherwise. She sighed and put her cup on the counter between them, motioning for Michael to fill her cup once again. He did as she requested, waiting for her answer. (Y/N) smirked, knowing how to get Michael to leave her alone in the span of two minutes. “You all were pretty mediocre,” She spoke, lying through her teeth. “If you could better yourself on your solos, you’d be a better band.” She laughed, watching Michael’s mouth drop and his eyebrows raise to his hairline as he listened to her insult his band’s performance skills. He laughed sarcastically, handing (Y/N) her cup as he leaned against the counter next to her. “You’re probably the only one here who doesn’t like us,” He commented, still too confident in his own self. Which, he had a right to be confident in guitar playing, but (Y/N) didn’t want him to know she thought he was good. “I must be the only one with real music taste.” She spoke, not thinking as she said each word. Michael choked on the beer in his mouth, swallowing the small coughs he could muster as he looked directly into (Y/N)’s eyes. “If you want a real show, come with me upstairs and I’ll show you how talented I really am,” He whispered into her ear, his hands coming up to cup her thighs as he slowly trailed them up to her ass, giving it a tight squeeze as (Y/N) gulped the lump in her throat. “Fuck off, frat boy!” She spat, wiggling out of Michael’s grasp as he laughed and shook his head at her. He rolled the sleeves of his flannel up as he trapped her between his arms once again, leaning his forehead against hers so she was forced to make eye contact. “Don’t act like you weren’t turned on,” He smirked, but (Y/N) was fed up with his cockiness, and she threw the remaining contents of her beer into Michael’s face, drenching him in alcohol. He groaned, moving back to wipe the liquid off of his skin and out of his eyes as (Y/N) stood still, her anger clear in her face. “I said fuck off, frat boy.” She spat, walking past Michael and out of the fraternity as all eyes were now turned to Michael, who was drenched in beer.
He’s been watching her every weekend for the past month. Luke Hemmings. He’s mysterious in all the right ways, an asshole to everyone he doesn’t know personally, and the walking definition of relationship baggage. She sat in on the Modern Literature class that he’s taking once and he’s never been able to stop thinking of you since. He thinks she doesn’t notice but once he ran into her again at the bar that you bartend at he’s been trying to wrap his head around what makes this girl so enticing.
He spends weekend after weekend on end in the club just watching her, it becomes creepy, stalker-like, but it’s not something that he can help. His fascination with her leaves him questioning every inch of her, from her head to her toes and hanging on every word he can hear her say.
Now he’s been perched at a high table for a few hours and, despite the loud thumping club music, he’s dozed off. His head against the sticky table top, drool slightly lining his lips and the leather jacket that hangs on his shoulders acting like a blanket. It’s only when it get’s to 3am that he is finally woken up by the soft clearing of a throat.
“Huh?” he half grunts, his eyes slowly opening and hair falling floppy in his face.
“We’re closing up, so unless you want to be found here next Thursday when we open again then I suggest you find another table to be your pillow,” she sighs leaning against a broom.
He practically has to peel his face from the table, rubbing the now irritated skin as he stretches and stands up.
“Sorry,” he croaks. “I have an actual bed I usually sleep in”
“Hmm..” she hums in disinterest as she focuses on her job.
“I’m Luke by the way,” he tries to sound as disinterested as possible though fails majorly.
She gives him a look that seems to say ‘are-we-really-doing-this?’ and lets out a breath, “[Y/N]”
“Need a hand?” Luke offers without thinking.
She doesn’t look up from sweeping, “I can’t get you a job if that’s what you want”
“N-no, just, it’s 3am, I expect that you want to get home soon,” he shrugs.
With a last look of destain [Y/N] hands him the broom and walks over to the bar to start washing up.
Luke quickly sweeps the last of his area and makes his way over to the bar to help further, secretly hoping for a conversation with his mystery girl.
“So uh,” he sweeps. “How long have you been-”
She cuts him off, “This isn’t going to end up like you want it”
“What do you mean?” he acts clueless.
“You’re doing the whole ‘nice guy flirting’,” she dries a glass.
“You are, and since you have some kind of obsession with me, I should let you now that I’m far from perfect,” she tells him.
“As am I,” he leans the broom against the bar, now certain he needs to justify himself as he shrugs his jacket off.
“Oh sure, because you’re definitely not a cliche, hard on the outside soft on the inside guy,” she sarcastically spins to face him.
“There’s no such thing as a saint, sweetheart,” a condescending tone appears in the air.
She puffs, “Oh please like there’s any skeletons in your closet”
“I have my fair share, everyone has secrets,” he sits at a barstool and leans back.
She turns away from him and a silence settles allowing a ringing to start in his ears.
He shakes his head and sits up, “Let me take you to dinner?”
“You don’t want that,” she wipes the same spot for the third time.
“Cause my life is like a pile of dirty laundry, you don’t want to know about what I’ve done,” she sighs.
“I could trip over your past a million times, I only care about what comes next,” he leans closer to her.
There’s a small silence until she breaks it with a cough, “You should get going before the owner sees someone is still in here”
He sighs and stands, picking up his jacket, “I’ll be back”
“I’m sure you will”
He walks to the door but stops to call back, “For the record..”