but it's hell to walk to school in

The Outsiders as real quotes from people I go to school with...
  • Ponyboy: "when I stepped out, into the cold wind, from the odd warmth of the school... I had only two things in my mind. A jacket and a ride home."
  • Johnny: "please... don't... talk to me... ever..."
  • Dallas: "I'm not a tease, I'm a natural, sexual, flirt."
  • Two-bit: "after four years of this hell hole I finally know enough al-gee-braah to hit the poles."
  • Steve: "if you think I won't eat all five of these candy bars before lunch you're wrong."
  • Sodapop: "Fuck this," *slams school computer shut* "I'm pretty."
  • Darry: "I've been teaching for more than ten years and I'm pretty sure this is the weirdest request I've gotten."
  • Tim: "it's supposed to smell like smoke, not Cotten candy."
  • Angela: "if anyone ask, those aren't my nudes."
  • Curly: "no one gives a shit, the janitor caught me smoking weed in the bathroom, she just sprayed some Febreeze and walked out."
  • Cherry: "Yes, I'm a real ginger. Yes, I do steal souls." *points at freckle* "this one is yours."
  • Marcia: "I'm not a lesbian I just really like your boobs."
  • Bob: "That's my pube, give it back!"
  • Randy: "he might smell bad but he's pretty cool."
‘These University Guys’ (Maknae smut- Lie 1)

Originally posted by mochivkook

A/N: Legit just finished it. Will edit later, lol.

Summary: You meet the devilishly handsome Jungkook while having to deal with your turbulent relationship with Taehyung and the charming Jimin.

Pairings: You x Taehyung, You x Jimin, You x Jungkook (lol)

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Word count: 3583

Trigger warnings: Swear words, smut, age difference relationships (not weird though), hint of a death (barely), sad Jimin

part 2

Jungkook- the obliviously popular University guy. The hot, charming, sweet and shy boy with great hair.

The kind, honest Jungkook.

Well, I guess that was the first lie.

The first of 15.

4 months ago

“Come on, guys. Do you realize how pathetic you sound? You’re literally one of tens, maybe hundreds, of people who are falling all over this guy.” You scoff and stuff another spoon of yogurt into your mouth.

“Oh, please, Y/N!” One of your friends, Kylie, the most logical of them all, pipes up. “Like you wouldn’t drop your panties the second his fingers grazed your shoulder.”

You laugh again and shake your head at the group of girls sitting around the lawn outside the school. Seriously, of all these high school girls, you thought you had befriended the few that weren’t in love with Jungkook.

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What I think of when listening to the Heathers soundtrack
  • Beautiful: School sucks...nope never mind!!!
  • Candy Store: Bow down or get out Bitch!!!
  • Fight for me: Damn boy!!! You single???
  • Freeze Your Brain: Don't kill yourself, have a slushie instead!!
  • Big Fun: Parents are gone let's get wasted!! Wooo!!!
  • Dead Girl Walking: I'm pissed, horny, hot and you're cute! Let's do this!!!
  • The Me inside of Me: Ok, Bitch is dead... let's make her into a martyr!!(Aka Miss Fleming gets too self involved and helps them get away with murder.)
  • Blue: I'm soooo horny!! NO!!!
  • Our Love is God: I am God! We are god! We will kill them all!!! *V freaking out*
  • My Dead Gay Son: My son is dead, gay (shush), and so am I!!!
  • Seventeen: Please can't we just be normal, no more killing. Just you and me.
  • Shine a Light: Kids are dying, this is great for my career!!!
  • Life Boat: I'm a jerk, but there is more to me than that.
  • Shine a Light Reprise: Heather vs. Heather
  • Kindergarten Boyfriend: I had hope once, now it's gone.
  • Yo Girl: Run Veronica Run.
  • Meant to be Yours: Come on Veronica, we are meant to be! I just want to blow up the school!!! It's no big deal.
  • Dead Girl Walking Reprise: Ok, that's it!! I'm done with your BS.
  • I am Damaged: I'm too messed up! Wait no you're not!!! *boom*
  • Seventeen Reprise: I know everything has gone to hell, but let's try and be normal.
Castaway {ACOTAR/Chapter 2}

Word Count: 2,281

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: Chapter 3 is when shit starts getting real, so I hope you enjoy the path to feels. Let me know what you think. :)

Originally posted by beeerponglife

September 3 – The Day I Wore Heels

My paintbrushes look good in the vase Elain bought me. She probably meant for me to put flowers in them, but I guess that’s where we differ in taste.

My roommates are nice, I guess. Well, the blonde one is, anyway. Her name is Mor, and she changes her clothes at least fifteen times a day. Her make up is always immaculate, she never has a hair out of place, and I swear she wakes up that way. She keeps giving me strange looks, though.

They both do.

I’m not sure why.

I’ve racked my brain a thousand times of what I’ve done to offend them. I keep going back to Tamlin. They reacted strange when they found out we were dating. I didn’t ask, though. I can’t decide if I didn’t ask because I didn’t care to know why, or because I was too scared to know why.

What if he and Mor dated? I can’t see him dating someone like Amren.

Mother help the person who ends up with that one.

Maybe I’ll ask Tamlin tonight. He invited me to a party. I guess I finally get a chance to wear the heels Elain bought me for my birthday last year.

Once again, shoes are where we differ in taste.



The Lamb in the Lion’s Den

Feyre had never been to a college party before. Hell, she’d never been to a high school party, either, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, she was dressed in her only dress – a hip hugging, black, long-sleeved dress that reached only to her mid-thigh – and she was walking around campus, from her dormitory to the Beta Theta Pi fraternity house.

It didn’t take her long to find, considering music was blasting from its lawn and a banner with the frat’s name painted across it hung from its roof.


Feyre knew that voice. She turned to find him running toward her, his golden hair hanging limply in his eyes. “Hey.”

“You made it just in time,” he assured her.

“In time for what?” she glanced around, but it didn’t look like anything too exciting was about to take place.

“In time to see me before I have to make my rounds.”

Tamlin was the president of Beta Theta Pi, and he took his role very seriously. Feyre, to her disappointment, had not seen a lot of him since she moved to campus the day before.

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Video Chats

requested by michaelsmoustache: could you plz do one that’s totally platonic, like best friends since day one, share everything and it could just be cute best friend shit cause i honestly need that rn. thank you, have a good day i love yoi

word count: 1099

pairings: peter parker x reader 

warnings: fluffy as hell, y’all 

a/n: okay so it’s not totally platonic, but its still focused on being bffs with peter which is amazing in itself. i’m sorry it took so long, love!! but i love yoi too. and thank you for being so patient with me!! enjoy, darlingssss

not my gif

“I can’t believe you like Star Trek over Star Wars,” you laughed, playfully shoving your best friend with your shoulder as the two of you walked home from school.

“I like the science!”

“Half of it’s fictional science,” you shot back. “At least I know Star Wars isn’t real.”

Peter Parker sputtered in frustration, his cheeks growing an adorable red. “You and Ned both love to gang up on me about liking Star Trek–it’s what I like!”

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I know everyone us complaining about Ilvermorny bring a singular school/being a Hogwarts expy/etc., but imagine the college town it would have:

  • Older students can live in apartments in the town (reserved for 6th and 7th years + graduate students).
  • Local businesses run by alumni that allow students to take part time jobs because of block scheduling
  • An always packed Internet cafe/phone bank where students can contact family and friends and use their tech (but mysteriously their phone can’t open any camera apps).
  • Music stores that allow Freshbloods (No-maj parentage) to keep up with the music back home.
  • A cinema that shows a mix of classic movies (both of Wizarding and No-maj origins), current blockbusters, and even student films put together with analog film equipment or over student holidays from home (registering to do magic outside of school is a pain but the best films have them).
  • Stationary and school supply shops, because like hell Ilvermorny is providing 1000+ students with pencils/pens/paper for a semester straight. 
  • School pride shops that sell mascot plushies that move and interact with its owner, student produced shirts (though there have been temporary suspensions in this service, most recently a distasteful shirt with the slogan “Smash that Wampussy” written on it and sold during a Quidditch match), scarves, hats, jackets, and whatever else college shops like to sell. 
  • Giant open green spaces to walk dogs and fly their owls (falconry is surprisingly a fun intramural and Thunderbird host monthly tournaments)
  • Chain restaurants that are run solely by witches and wizards if students are tired of school food
Natural Born Kissers


“The fuck is your damage,” Neil seethed.
“That’s my seat,” the blond informed him in a bored monotone.
“Okay, and?” Neil was incredulous.
“And, get the fuck up.”
A coffeeshop meet-not-cute

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Princess - Calum Hood


A/N - Hey! This was an originally a 17 part story that i just compiled into one big post. This is 9,374 words. If i knew how to do the “show more” thing i would. But I don’t so if you aren’t reading this I’m sorry for endless scrolling that is about to begin. 



A confident Calum saunters over to the desk next to you and plops himself down into the seat.

“Hey Princess,” He says, just to annoy you. You purse you lips, trying not to give a snarky response and give into his game. Everyday, it is like clockwork. Calum would walk into the class you shared together, sit down in the seat next to you and greet you. With the same, damn annoying nickname. The first few days, you tried to fight it, annoyed with him calling you princess. But slowly you gave up trying.

“You know it’f rude to not - at least- acknowledge me!” Calum says, turning in his seat to see you better. You give him a glance before turning back to the teacher, that is yet to arrive to the class. “C’mon Princess, don’t be like this,” Calum playfully begs, but you keep your eyes straight forward. You have no intention on playing the bad boy’s game.

The teacher comes stumbling in a minute after the bell rings and apologizes for being late. Of course a bell and the teacher doesn’t stop Calum from annoying you constantly. He would continuously poke you and slip notes to you. Most of the notes you didn’t bother to open, knowing after the first few that all they consist of is crude jokes. When the period lets out you are quick to get away from him, but he comes up behind you and whispers into your ear, “I’ll see you after school,” He says. You pat at your pocket and make sure it’s still there

When school ends, and you begin your walk home you are disturbed a block away. “Hey Princess,” Calum greets you and you turn on him. He’s been getting on your nerves for months now.

“Call me princess one more time. I dare you.” You say as threatening as you can, palming your pocket.

“Oh don’t be like that prin- Ack! What the hell lady?!” Calum shouts.

“What? I’m sorry, is the dagger at your throat making you uncomfortable?” You say darkly.

“It’s not a dagger, Princess, it’s a pocket knife,” Calum says, taking your arm and pushing it away from his neck. “And why do you have a knife anyways?” Calum asks, eyeing the  knife.

You give a noncommittal shrug, “I walk home from school everyday,” you say.

“Yeah, why don’t I just give you a ride, and you can leave the knife at home, princess?” He says, you quickly turn on your heel and storm away. You would think pulling a knife on a guy would make him stop calling you that! “Hey! Princess! Don’t be like that!” Calum shouts down the street. Your cheeks flame red, knowing that a couple of bystanders were sure to hear him. You keep walking.

Calum runs a little to catch up to you. He says nothing, just walks you home. He’s never done this before. When you’re home you walk in the door, but not before he says, “See you tomorrow Princess,”

“Hey Princess,” Calum says, one arm leaning out of the car. You are just stepping out of your house, for your walk to school when you hear two quick pulses of the horn. You  instantly looked up, to see your acquaintance from school, the bad boy.

Calum has done some scary shit. And you know it. From drugs to rumors to being in gangs, he’s done everything. Although rumor is is that he’s gone clean. Some people speculate that it’s because he want’s girlfriend, but you know thats B.S. When a guy can get any girl he wants, why would he ever want to settle down. It wasn’t just Calum’s bad boy attitude that attracted girls, but the fact that he’s really attractive. With warm brown eyes, and a jawline that could kill, who wouldn’t be attracted to him?

“What are you doing here?” You asked shocked.

“It’s supposed to rain,” Calum says back, as an explanation. Your so confused, why the hell would he care if its supposed to rain? You give him a confused look, “Get in,” He says.

You are quick to shake your head. No way are you getting in a car with him! That would make you a madman! You defiantly begin to walk away from him and to the school. Then, just like in a movie it begins to pour. Calum, who was following you in his car gives a smirk, thinking that you were going to give in and go to his car. Defiantly you continue to walk to school. You will be damned if you go into that car.

You hear the car door slam and someone grab your hand. The car is left unattended and Calum spins you around. He doesn’t say anything, but puts you into a fireman’s carry and carries you back to his car, soaked. He sits you down in the passenger seat and buckles the seatbelt for you, like an attending father would do for his child. He then gets into the Driver’s side and drives the both of you to school. You are too shocked to do anything at the moment but sit quietly in his car.

“See you later Princess,” Calum says, after parking the car. He hops out and walks to the school. Leaving you in the Passenger’s side, alone.

When your class with Calum comes around you make sure to sit surrounded by people, thinking this might keep him away. When Calum walks into the room and spots you, you hear a low growl come from the back of his throat. He stalks over to you and give a menacing look to the person sitting next to you. They immediately leap out of the chair and move seats. Calum gives a satisfying grin and turns to look at you. “Hey Princess,” He greets like nothing happened.

“Why did you do that?” You ask, ignoring your rule to ignore him. His eyebrows shoot up, not expecting a response from you, but quickly lower back down.

“What?” He says, playing innocent

“Scare that poor boy away?” You asks, fiddling with you nails. Your head is bowed, not looking at him.

“Look at me,” Calum demands and you find your head shooting up to meet his eyes. His dark brown eyes are sparkling as he looks at you, “You really don’t get it do you?” Calum asks.
You shake your head, unsure what he is talking about. He give a big sigh before demanding, “I’m giving you a ride home today.”


“I won’t go!” You scream, wiggling around in Calum’s arms. You tried to make a run for it when school ended, but Calum, with his athletic frame, quickly caught you. He wrapped you into a fireman’s carry and is carrying you back to his truck.

“Too bad Princess,” Calum says, throwing you into the Passenger’s seat. You give a relived sigh that you weren’t thrown into the bed. Count your blessings right? He holds down you legs, and you throw your front forward to try and throw him off balance. He quickly compensates and pushes you back with his forearm. “Are you gonna sit still?” He asks darkly.

“Never!” You yell squirming around in the seat. Who knows where Calum would take you. It could be an abandoned farm where he will rape you. It could be your house. You don’t know and you don’t plan to find out today.

Calum growls at your response. “I’m just gonna take you home!” He shouts, then mutters, “It’s always the quiet ones.” You scoff at his accusation. Sure your quiet, but he’s the one who’s forcing you into his car, you’d think this causes for some shouting!

“Bullshit!” You yell, not believing his as he tries to buckle you in. Someone wolf-whistles in the background.

“Princess,” He whispers, his breath tickling your ear. “Sit still for me?” He asks sweetly, but darkly too. It’s a tone that stops your wiggling and has you frozen. He quietly buckles you in and goes to the drivers side, puts in the key and drives away.

“Where are we going?” You ask, after a few beats, scared out of your mind.

“Your house,” Calum says shortly, like its the most obvious thing in the world. You give a hesitant nod, and Calum takes his eyes off the road for a beat to look at you, something that leaves you blushing.

He brings you to your house, true to his word. You quickly unbuckle and attempt to jump out of the car when the doors lock. You quickly turn your attention to the boy beside you. He is staring at you, but in a good way? He’s examining your face, like he wants to memorize it and he opens his mouth to speak.

“My door has a lock too,” You say, flicking the unlocking devise and you are out the door. Calum quickly opens his own door and follows you as you unlock your front door. He steps into the house before you can close the door in his face. “What do you want?” You ask, exhausted.

“I want you to listen to me!” He says in his deep, rough voice.

“Then talk!” You say, damning the consequences. You know raising your voice at the bad boy probably isn’t the smartest move, but something inside you knows he won’t do anything.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asks, nervous for the first time in, what you think is, history.

You let out a humorless laugh and begin to try and push him out of the door. Try is the main word here. “I don’t want to be one of your hookups!” You say, after realizing that you aren’t going to be able to move him anytime soon.

“I don’t want you to be one of my hookups!” Calum shouts, “I want you to go on a date with me!”

“Well when you put it that way,” You say trailing him off, leading him on. “No.”


“What do you mean ‘No’?” Calum’s voice becomes dark and deadly. Your breath stops and your hands turn cold. Calum had never used that tone with you, no matter how many times you told him to fuck off, or to find someone else to bother. Calum stares into your eyes, like he is reading your soul like an open book.

“I mean,” you gulp, “I don’t want to go on a date with you,” You say, and cover your face, shying away from his sure-to-come attack.

“Y/N” he says softly, taking your hands away from your face. “Princess,” He whispers darkly, shaking his head discreetly, “You will go on a date with me,” He says and then after a beat, “Willingly.”

You shake your head, knowing that would never happen. “Never Hood.”

“I can even bang you on the hood of my car,” He wonders, thinking of all the places he would like to have sex with you.

“That is so gross, Calum get the hell out of my house,” You say as threatening as you can.

“Aww, you sound like a baby rabbit, when you try and be threatening,” Calum coo’s at you. You glare your hardest at him, but he must be made of stone or something.

“If you’re trying to woo me or something, this is not the way to go about it,” You say, with as straight of a face as you can manage. What can you say? You’re a naturally happy person.

“Princess,” Calum says with a sultry voice. He takes the step that is separating the two of you. “I’d bang you in my bed any day,” He whispers sexily in you hear. You push his chest and he lightly takes a step back. “See you tomorrow, Princess,” He smirks.

The period the two of you share comes around and you don’t feel worried. Not one bit. After you went to the office and they confirmed that he wasn’t in school today you felt over the moon, although somewhat disappointed. Parts of you wondered what would happen if he was in school today. You guess you’ll never know.

You walk into the class and sit down in your regular seat. Happy, yet somewhat uncomforted by the fact that the annoying boy was not here to keep you company. You had friends, but they all seemed to prefer someone over you. Besides, none of your so-called friends were in this period anyways. The period starts, and you forget about everything you were thinking about.

It’s about halfway thought the period when someone comes bursting into the room. The door slams into the wall. The teacher looks up from her lesson plan, with mild interest of what was about to happen. Calum strode into the room, flicking a pass at the teacher. But that wasn’t what caught your attention.

It was the bouquet of Daisies in his hand. He strides over to you and kneels down next to your seat. He thrusts the Daisies into you surprised hands and asks a simple question, “Will you go on a date with me?”

You look at him in surprise, then at the flowers, then at the class, then back to him. “No,” You choke out. A few people had their phones whipped out, no doubt texting about what just happened. The bad boy of the school, asking a girl out and her saying no? Juicy gossip.

Calum stand angrily. You don’t even know how it’s possible, until now. He stalks out of the room, hitting someone’s phone out of their hands, while they were trying to take a picture. The teacher looks at the classroom in shock. Calum slams the door closed. It’s complete silence. You stare at the Daisies laying on your desk.

“Dude, why’d you say no? Have you seen him?” Some girl asks from across the class. You know you don’t have to answer her, but you do anyways.

“I don’t know,” You admit. You open your mouth to explain yourself more, but the class had already gone back to the lesson.

The reason why you continuously said no was his reputation. You want nothing to do with a boy that uses girls. You want nothing to do with a boy that doesn’t care for people like they are, people. You want nothing to do with his anger issues. You want nothing to do with him.

Yet there is a part of you that feels connected. He is always there. Everyday, without fail, he is by your side. Even when your ‘friends’ leave, he is there. Maybe to just annoy you, but he is there, and that means something.

You shake your head. You are just thinking crazy, how could you care for Calum Hood?


It’s lunch when you see Calum next. You were somewhat peacefully eating food with your friends. All they wanted to talk about is Calum asking you out, a topic you were not happy with. You spot Calum from across the room, holding Chocolates in a cheesy heart-shaped box. He stalks over to your table, and when your friends catch sight of him they start to squeal, like piglets.

Calum, when reaching your table gets down on one knee again. You ready your lips to say no, again.

“Will you go-“ Calum begins, placing the chocolate on the table.

“no,” You say quickly, pursing your lips. You can’t even look at Calum right now.

“Damn, you don’t even let me finish! Is this how it’s going to be Princess?” Calum asks, mildly annoyed. He gives a signature smirk. “Well, if you aren’t going to let me finish what I was going to say then, you give me no choice,” Calum says dramatically.

“What are you talking about?” You ask dumbly.

“Y/N, You. Me. Date. Tonight,” Calum demands, leaving you shocked, he stands and turns around to walk away.

You yell to him, “I don’t want to go on a date with you!”

“It wasn’t a question,” Calum yells back, not turning around. You silently fume. No way are you going on a date with him!

“No! NO!” You yell, your body slung over Calum’s shoulder.

“Yes, Princess, You are going on this date wether you like it or not!” Calum yells back. He lightly pats your butt, making you squirm in his hold more. You don’t care if you get dropped on your head, as long as you get left alone! Your parents are no help, considering they weren’t even home yet.

He plops you down into the passenger seat. You lunge forward to try and escape, but Calum just tsk’s at you. He pushes you back into your seat, and it feels oddly familiar. Oh yeah, it’s because he’s kidnapped you before.

“I’m not a patient man,” Calum warns after a few minutes of you struggling and him holding you down.

You stop struggling for a moment to respond, “If you could call yourself that,” you laugh. As if Calum was anything but a man.

“I can show you if you’d like,” Calum says, his lips getting awfully closer to your’s. You stop squirming for another reason now. Calum quickly buckles you in. He leans in again, and give you a peck on the cheek, and you freeze in your seat, not knowing how to respond. Do you respond? Calum climbs into the drivers side and you’re off.

“Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me,” You chant quietly.

“Shut up, I’m not going to kill you,” Calum says, pulling onto the highway. To get anywhere decent from your small town you had to go on the highway to get there.

“I know you aren’t but jumping out of the car might,” You say, lunging for the locked door. Calum, as quick as lightning pulls you back into your seat. He runs a hand through his hair.

“Damn, I didn’t know you were suicidal!” Calum exclaims, stealing a glance at you.

“What can I say? You bring it out in me,” You cheekily reply.


It takes an hour and a half to get to their destination, night has settled on the horizon. The time was spent with Calum trying to make conversation over the radio, and you ignoring him. Eventually he stopped trying and concentrate on driving. It was peaceful, the soft music and watching the sunset while you drove. It made you want to fall asleep, but you keep your eyes open, so you’d know how to get home if he abandoned you.

The two of you reach a deserted park. Calum turns to you, opens his mouth to say something, before quickly exiting the truck. You’re left in your seat to wonder. Quickly you jump out of your side to see him grabbing something from the backseat.

“You brought me to a park?” You question the boy across the car from you.

“Yes,” Calum says steadily. He walks over to the back of the pick-up and lets down the tailgate. He climbs into the bed of the truck with a long stride. You fall quiet as Calum begins to uncover a mattress, under a tarp, and spread blankets onto it. Calum turns back to you, walks to the end of the bed and holds out his hand to help you up.

The two of you were going to stargaze? It’s totally something you would do, but never before had you imagined that Calum might be interested. You hesitantly take his hand and he pulls you into the bed.

“I’m not having sex with you,” You warn, sitting down onto the mattress that is in the bed.

“I know, we’ll wait for the third date for that one,” Calum says, sending you a cheeky wink. You give a small scowl. You don’t want to piss him off too much, since he is your ride home. Calum sits down next to you and lowers down onto his back. He closes his eyes, imagining the stars from his home town. Calum moved to the town he lives in now a few years ago, but his first town had so little light pollution, that you could see all the stars. He used to stargaze every night, and knows most of the constellations.

“So why me?” You question after a few minutes. You lay down next to him and place your hands behind your head.

“You remind me of someone,” Calum says, trying to find the Taurus constellation in the sky. It’s warm for a spring night, but once and a while a chilling breeze would pass through.

“Who?” You ask, once realizing that he wasn’t going to give you anymore answers.

Calum leans up on his arm, and stares into your eyes. “Do you know how some people say that home isn’t a place, but a person?” Calum ask, his eyes becoming sad. You nod slowly, remembering hearing quotes like that, “You remind me of home,” Calum says quietly, as if he himself didn’t want to admit it.

“Who?” You ask slowly, tentatively, ready for him to lash out at you at any moment.

“My little sister,” Calum says, wiping away his welling-up eyes.

“I didn’t know you had a little sister,” You say, frowning.

“I don’t, not anymore. She, she, um, died,” Calum stutters. He looks up to the stars for guidance.

“I’m sorry,” You says slowly. You didn’t know what to say.

“It’s just that,” Calum says, tears are rolling down his face now. He hiccups a little. “When I look at you… I feel like I finally have a home,”


Calum sits next to you, waiting for a response. He glances from you, to the sky, to the cab of the truck, to the mattress, then back to you. Tears kiss his lips, but he makes no move to wipe them away. “Say something,” He softly demands.

Parts of you want to shout bullshit. But here Calum was, putting his heart out to you, crying. You want him to stop crying and laugh, saying that it was just a prank. That way you could go back to hating him. You don’t hate him, you haven’t for a while, you realize. “Can I tell you something?” You ask him. He readily agrees, a curious look in his eyes. “You are probably the closest thing I have to a friend right now,” Your voice stutter and chokes. Realization is settling on your skin. The people who you call your friends right now aren’t really your friends. They leave you in the dust all the time, ditching you for other people. They are nice, but the moment you want to do something that is not on their agenda, they hate you.

“Really?” A small smile settles on his lips, his cheeks still tear streaked.

“Yeah,” You say, and it’s your turn to cry. Calum says nothing, just pulls you into his arms. Your head rests against his chest and you can hear his quick heartbeat. He is as nervous as you are. His arms wrap around the curve of your body, one arm settling on your lower back, the other across the back of your shoulders. It’s a little awkward, you’d have to admit, but comforting. You’ve never had anyone that would hug you, not like this.

You pull away to lay down on your back, Calum laying next to you, one arm behind your head.

You wander down the halls of the school, to the class you and Calum share. You don’t know what will happen after last night, but you hope that he will still be there for you. He is like a guilty pleasure of your’s. Everybody is so scared of him, but after last night, you don’t think you would ever be.

You sit down at your seat. Looking around the room you seem alone again. Calum comes into the class ten minutes late. He searches the room, locking eyes with you. He seems ashamed for some reason. He comes and sits next to you, quiet for once in his life. Is he ashamed of what he told you? He doesn’t poke you, or annoy you. He doesn’t talk to you, or even glance in your direction.

When Lunch rolls around, you go over to sit at your regular table, feeling rejected. You sit down and your ‘friends’ give you a glance before returning to their conversations. Quietly you begin to eat your lunch. Your friends slowly stop talking and look at something behind you. You slowly turn around to see what they are looking at. There Calum is, standing behind you.

“Hey?” You greet the boy.

“C’mon,” Calum says shortly, holding his hand out to you. You take his hand and he pulls you out of your chair. In his other hand he grabs your lunch and you grab your bag. He pulls you away to his table and sits you down.

“So this is the famous Y/N?” A boy named Michael asked. He and his friends, Luke and Ashton, are all deemed the bad boys of the school, Calum being the worst. You stay quiet, unsure of what to say. Calum just took you away from your own so-called friends to sit with his own. You don’t know what to make of this.

Calum swoops in and saves you from responding, “Yeah, this is her,” Calum says in a rude tone. Its a finishing tone, one that demands no response. The boys turn back to each other, and return what they were saying before. You turn to Calum and ask him, “Why did you ignore me in class?” It is a question that had been burning your lungs all day.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was trying to be nice,” Calum responds, giving you a confused look.

“Well, it isn’t nice to ignore people,” You say, quietly.

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” Calum insists, gaining the attention of the rest of the table.

“Mate, you are ignoring her?” Michael asks, being the most vocal of the group.

“I wasn’t ignoring her!” Calum insists. You let out a small smile, at Calums outburst, “You think this is funny, Y/N?” Calum asks you, turning on you. He has a threatening look in his eyes, but a mischievous smile on his face, “I’ll give you something to laugh about,” Calum threatens, reaching around you to grab at your sides. His fingers work into you sides causing you to shriek and wiggle around, to get out of his grip. Calum lets out his own laugh.

“You two are so cute together,” Luke comments, looking between Calum and you.

“We’re not together,” you say quietly, looking down.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Luke says, giving you a pointed glance.


“You should stay away from him,” A soft voice warns besides you. It’s a girl named Summer sitting beside you in your math class. Her strawberry blond locks falling over her shoulders in wavy tangles. Her smile is brilliant, and you have to refrain from asking her if she had braces as a kid. Her emerald eyes shine brightly back at you, but had a serious tone to them today.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“Calum Hood? Bad boy of the school? Yeah, you should stay away from him,” Aside from her nice first impression, this girl is quickly getting on your nerves.

“Why?” You ask, playing cool. You lean an arm on your desk and turn to look at her.

“Because he’s bad news!” Her voice is quickly rising from her quiet, soft beginning. Her voice became rougher and more strangled.

“I’m sorry?” You say again, egging her on.

“He’s mine!” She yelled for the whole class to hear. You give her a wide-eyed look, and the teacher yells that she has a detention. She shrinks back down into her chair, but not without a glare to you.
When school lets out, you find yourself being dragged into a car by a familiar bad boy. “Calum, you’re never going to believe what this girl in Math said!” You say.

“What did she say?” Calum ask, pulling out of the busy lot.

“I think she thought we were dating or something? Imagine that! Anyways, she said to stay away from you!” You say, stumbling over your words they flew out of your mouth so fast.

“Who was this?” Calum says, anger glazing over his eyes. You touch his hand that is resting on the center consul, pulling his attention to you.

“Summer? I don’t know! But imagine me and you dating!” You say. You throw your hands up into the air at the thought. Sure, like the rest of the female population, you’ve thought about Calum before. But the prospect of Calum dating anyone is too much to handle. You were not going to be the girl that turned Calum Hood, you were sure of that. That girl had to be confident and sexy, and good at putting him in his place! You still shivered at his name! No way were you going to be the one to ‘change’ him.

Calum throws you an angry look, and you know your in trouble. For what? No idea.


Calum’s POV

The school bell rings, but Calum is already at the doors waiting for a familiar-haired girl. When he sees her starting her usual walk home, Calum quickly sprints and grabs her by the waist. “Where you think you’re going princess?” Calum says roughly in her ear.

“Home,” Y/N squeaks out. Calum spins her around to face him and lifts her into a fireman carry. “C-calum!” She chokes out. He places her gently into the car seat, buckling her with minimal squirming on her part. ‘Good, she’s getting used to me’ Calum thought.

Calum doesn’t really listen as she babbles on about, until she perks up yelling, “Calum you’ll never guess what this girl said to me in math today!” Calum takes a glance over at the beauty next to him, pulling out of the student parking lot. Calum would usually park int the faculty lot, but he parks in the student lot for Y/N’s sake. She didn’t like going to the faculty lot.

“What did she say?” Calum says with mild disinterest. It’ll probably be some story that he doesn’t really care about, but he’ll always listen to his girl. No matter how stupid it is.

“I think she thought we were dating or something? Imagine that! Anyways, she said to stay away from you!” The words spill from Y/N’s mouth so fast that she is tripping over them. Calum chokes back a growl. He doesn’t want to scare his girl, but how could she think that he didn’t want something with her! He told her about his sister, for god sakes.

“Who was this?” Calum asks, glancing over at the girl next to him again. He silently vows in his head that he will find this girl and crush her head in. How dare she say to his girl to stay away from him? She’s already so scared of him. Their relationship is so fragile, and while Calum is trying to strengthen it, a girl telling Y/n to stay away my ruin them.

“Summer? I don’t know! But imagine me and you dating!” Y/N says throwing her hands into the air. What does she think he spends the day doing? Calum spends most of class imagining kissing his girl. Maybe fucking her on a desk. He imagines her not being scared of him, and coming to ride in his car willingly. He imagines coming over her house and baking cookies with her, which is just so manly. But they would get into a flour war, throwing ingredients at each other. Kissing as they have to clean it up.

Calum looks at Y/N angrily. How dare she think that they would never date! What does she think he’s trying to do here? Be her friend? Calum Hood doesn’t have friends. Except for maybe Micheal, Ashton, and Luke. Calum Hood doesn’t have friends. Y/N gulps audibly.

They reach Y/N’s house and Calum follows her out of the car fuming. He himself doesn’t know what he wants to do yet. Y/N lets him in the house. Calum grabs her hips and pushes her against the back of the front door. “Calum!” She yells, giving a nervous laugh. All Calum can do is look at her lips. Her beautiful, soft lips. The ones that he wants to kiss so badly. He leans in and he can feel her breath. She breathes in big gulps of air, trying to calm her heart that is racing, but it doesn’t work. Calum carefully fits his lips to Y/N’s.

There were no fireworks, or sparks, because this is the real world, and that doesn’t happen. But what did happen was Y/N kissed back. She wrapped her hands around his neck pulling him down for more.

It was like they were both laying all their cards down on the table and saying, I give in.


“Wha-what was that?”  you ask as he pulls away. His lips were open and he licks them, as if to prepare to kiss you again.

“I kissed you,” Calum says plainly. He states it calmly, but examines your eyes waiting for a reaction. “oh” You whisper out unsure of what to say.

“And now I’m going to kiss you again,” He says, gripping your hips tighter and leans down again. His lips fit to your’s like they were made for you. He gently opens his mouth to deepen the kiss and you follow suit. It was unlike anything you experienced before, kissing him. It was like an out-of-body experience.

“What did I tell you bitch?” A girl yells in your ear. School started again the next day, and Summer had found you in the hall and taken it upon herself to yell at you for holding hands with Calum. It was odd being with the badboy. The stares were standard and people cowered away instead of bumping into you. Well, all except one.

“I’m sorry?” you ask Summer, the girl who threatened you the day before.

“I told you, he’s mine,” Summer threatened. Calum had left you to get your books as he was called down to the principal’s office. He wasn’t here to defend you. You look at Summer in question, why would Calum be ‘hers’?

“Um, I’m sorry, but we’re kinda dating now?” You say almost unsure. Calum had asked you to be his girlfriend last night after a few steamy kisses. He claimed that he had to ask you to be his girlfriend, because he needed your kisses. He claimed that he couldn’t survive without them.

“Bitch!” Summer screamed, like that was the only word in her vocabulary. You turn to walk away, not really wanting conflict when her hand swipes out and hits you across the cheek. You books fall to the floor and onto your feet, in shock. A crowed begins to form as you turn around to face a smug Summer.

“Well, that was rude,” You whisper, intending to pick up your books and leave. You weren’t one for conflict.

“I’ll show you rude,” She hissed grabbing your ponytail and pulling your head back. She lands punch after punch to your cheeks and jaw. You spot Calum on the outside of the ring, peeking over everybody to see the commotion happening. Your eyes lock and suddenly he’s pushing the crowed, yelling at them to move, to get to you.

“I want you to beg for me to stop like the tramp you are,” Summer seethes, not noticing her ‘one true love’ who is pushing through the crowed. You still have some dignity left in you, so you spit the word out, “Never”

“Bitch,” She yells again, but this time somebody had grabbed her fist, and twisted it behind Summer’s back. Summer drops her hold on you and you go tumbling to the ground. Calum stands behind Summer, his arms underneath her arms and snaked up to the back of her head where they’re linked. She is rendered immobile.

You and Calum share a conflicted look, and a Promise to talk later.


Calum pulls you aside after school, and for once you didn’t fight him as he drags you across the parking lot. “Princess,” he mumbles opening the door of the truck for you. You jump inside and he closes the door, for once not buckling your seatbelt for you. You do the tedious task yourself.

He passes your street and pulls out onto the highway. You knew he wanted to talk, but you didn’t understand why he needed to pull you out of town to do so. He drives to the playground again. He pulls into the parking lot and turns to you. He opens his mouth to say something, but then quickly closes it.

So you and Calum sat there in silence, watching the little kids dance around the playground, shouting at the other kids and the mother shouting at them. It’s peaceful, but it also felt intrusive. Like you were not supposed to be there.

“We can’t date,” Calum whispers.

“What do you mean?” You say whipping you head around to face him. He just stares at the kids playing with their friends as the mothers and fathers chatted.

“I mean, I’m going to end up hurting you. Or someone else is” He states, still not making eye contact with you. It seemed so cold, him not looking at you.

“What?” You ask. You have never heard Calum talk this way before. He was always so playful.

“Think about what happened today! That girl beat you up because you were with me. It will get a lot worse than her. I was thinking selfishly when I kissed you and asked you to be my girlfriend,” He admits.

You stay silent, unsure of what to say. You can’t say it was okay, because being beat up was definitely not okay. But it was good that he saved you, like your very own Prince Charming. “I think you’re overreacting,” You admit, with a small breathy laugh.

“I’m not! Bad People want me Y/N!” He yells, using your full name to get his point across. It stung your chest that he didn’t call you Princess. “I have to prove that I don’t like you,” He whispers to himself.

“It’ll all be okay!” You say encouragingly, nodding your head.

“I need you to get out,” he said stubbornly.

“Excuse me?” You ask. What does he mean, get out of his car?

“Get out of my car,” He says strongly, and more importantly threateningly.  You had never been threatened by Calum before, and suddenly you knew why everybody was so scared of him. You fumble with the door handle and leap out of the car. He reaches over and closes your door. He peels away.

He had left you.


Calum’s POV

Calum drives away quickly, not wanting to think about her crying face. Or maybe the fact that he’s left her almost defenseless. As he drives all he can think about is her wet eyes, and the small tears rolling down her cheeks, and that all he wanted to do was catch in his palms.

It was decided, Calum quickly turns around his truck, he was only a few miles away, not yet on the highway. He drives back, but stop on the other side of the park. Calum walks over to where she’s sitting on the curb, sobbing into her hands. Something inside of him says that she should be sobbing into his caring shoulder. But why would she do that, if Calum’s the reason why she’s crying?

Calum sit on the curb a couple yards away, concealed behind a plant, but he could see her clearly. With wobbly hands she takes out her phone. A couple numbers were dialed and she holds the phone to her ear for a response. He want to run over there, rip the phone out of her hands and show her that he’s here and that he’ll take her home. But he holds himself back.

About thirty minutes later, her eyes have dried, and Calum is still stuck staring at her. A mini van pulls into the park parking lot, and a teenager steps out of the drivers side. Calum immediately recognizes him as someone from school, but had never bothered to learn his name. Y/N seems to know him though. She stands, wiping a stray tear from her eye, and jumps into his arms. He places his hand under her bottom to support her. He himself sits down on the curb with her in his arms, her crying into his shoulder.

It was like a fire had been sparked inside of Calum. All he wants to do is stalk over there and rip her from his arms. He had no right to hold Calum’s girl like that. That boy, deserves to be kicked in the ass by Calum and the rest of the boys. Calum wants to walk over there and demand him to let go of his girl.

She pulls back and starts to talk to the boy, but he shushes her. ‘Something I would never do,’ Calum thinks. He would never shush his girl. The boy helps the girl up and walks over to his car with her. They get inside and drive away, but as they pass Calum, Y/N and him make eye contact.

“I hate him!” Calum exclaims at Ashton’s place. He repeatedly punches the punching bag hung up on the home gym. Ashton looks half interested, from the couch pushed to the side, reading his book.

“I’m sure you do,” He says in a monotone voice.

“Can’t you care a little more?” Calum yells, whipping around to see Ashton. Ashton glances up from his book.

“You always do this, Calum. You see a girl, you really like her, and then something happens, you get angry, then you ditch her.” Ashton says, turning his attention back to Hamlet.

“This one is different!” Calum shouts, turning around looking for something more satisfying to punch. His gaze lands on Ashton, but then he turns away, no matter how angry he is, he can’t punch his best friend.

“That’s what you always say,” Ashton says, and Calum starts to rethink this whole, ‘no punching your best friend’ thing.

“There’s an emergency!?” Luke yells running down the stairs to the basement. They hadn’t even heard Luke and Michael enter the house.

“There is?” Ashton questions Calum.

“Not anymore,” Calum grits out, walking up the stairs of the basement, past Luke and Michael who are giving him questioning looks. But Calum has only one thing on his mind. To get his girl back.


Your heart pulses in your head, beating on your temples. You lift your head. Your heart moves down into your throat and you’re sure he can see it pulsing. You slowly blink, before speaking. “You love me?” distaste is laced into your voice. How dare he barge into your house and demand that he loves you. “Calum, you left me at the park.”

“I came back!” Calum protests. His body leans forward, bending over the coffee table between the two teenagers.

“You never… You never came back to me! You just sat there on the curb, hiding behind the bush like some coward-“

“I’m not a coward.” Calum spits back. He rounds the coffee table and stands in front of you. His legs are between your own. He shrinks down to your height. “I’m not a coward Y/N. And I came back for you. And yes, I love you.”

It felt like the world stilled, again. Goosebumps trailed up your arms as a response to Calum’s words. Your heart is beating wildly, wanting to jump from your chest and into his arms. A certain anger takes over though, because how dare he come into your house and tell you these things?

“Adam!” You yell into the next room, where your old best friend was. When Calum first came over, he had excused himself, saying that if you needed him, to just yell. Around the time of high school, you had found new friends, and so had Adam so your friendship had split. But when you were sitting on that curb, left by Calum, you couldn’t think of anybody else to call.

Adam comes into the room and assesses the scene. Calum who is squatting down at your height, stands up to intimidate Adam. Adam barley blinks an eye as he turns to you with a questioning look. Now that he was here, you had no idea of what to say.

“I can’t do this,” You say moving over on the couch before standing. You move to stand by Adam, but Calum catches your arm.

“Princess?” He asks, squeezing your arm just a little. You just shake your head and he releases you. You stand next to Adam.

“Man, I don’t think she wants you here.” Adam informs Calum, who had already known. Calum nods his head and disappears out the door.

You lean onto Adam as tears began to stream down your face

Little did you know that the bad boy of the town was wiping away a few tears of his own.


School is dull compared to the last few days. You had heard a rumor that Calum was wasted in a bar the night you rejected him. You could tell how ‘broken up’ he was about it. Note the sarcasm. Calum was probably having the time of his life, hooking up with girls and drinking whatever he could get his hands on.

Adam has been really nice to you. It’s been good to rekindle your friendship, but it would’ve been better under different circumstances. You sit with him and his friends at lunch, but never miss the glares coming from Calum’s table. You assume they are directed towards you, but they have yet to make eye contact with you.

Calum huddles at his table, shrinking his shoulders in together, trying to look as small as possible. It’s nothing like how he used to sit. He used to sit upright and strong, as if he expected and knew that everybody was watching him and enjoyed it. Now, he looking like he wants to be hidden away. His friends, Luke, Ashton, and Michael, are often leaning in towards him, talking quietly. You don’t put much thought into these actions though.

Focusing your attention back at the table, you can see Adam and his friends, Ryan and Kevin talking excitedly, probably about some sports game. You catch Kevin staring at you.

“Why you looking at him?” He mouths to you. You quickly shrug you shoulders, unsure of what to say. Kevin and Ryan became quick friends with you and knew what had happened with Calum.

Kevin gives you a quick pity grin before returning to his conversation with Ryan and Adam.

You walk into your maths class the next day and sit down in your regular seat. Calum sits four seats away, staring out the window to avoid eye contact. You spend the whole class staring at him, hoping to catch his eye though. He must have felt your gaze on his back, because he never turned around, except for a quick glance when he left the class.

Summer calls you a bitch on a daily basis, and you wish that somebody you knew was in that class to defend you. You couldn’t exactly do it yourself. Today she called you a whore though, and she doesn’t think you would fight back, so it was a shock to her and the teacher when you throw the first punch to the girl next to her.

Suspended for a week.

It’s a long week.

You hope that Calum is proud of you for defending yourself.


Calum’s POV

She got suspended. Calum doesn’t know if he’s proud or disappointed. Proud because she actually stuck up for herself and defended her own honor. Disappointed because she broke. And Calum thinks that it’s his fault. His sweet, innocent Princess, that would never harm a soul, punched somebody. And Calum thinks it’s his fault.

He had been avoiding all contact with her, trying to separate himself, for her sake and his own.

It hurt like hell.

It hurt like hell, knowing that his Princess was staring at his back when he wasn’t looking. That she was watching him during lunch. That he could only steal secret glances at her to try and figure out how she was.

The boys tell him that she sits at a table with Adam and two other guys. That she looks over at him a lot. That they are glaring at the back of Adam’s head, like it’s his fault. It was nobody’s fault but Calum’s.

Everyday, when Calum leaves school, he finds himself pausing for a second and looking to his passenger seat, expecting a certain girl to be sitting there. But she never is. He checks to make sure she is walking back home alright when he leaves school. There is a certain type of emptiness of her being suspended. Like even the chance he had of seeing her has been ripped away from him.

It’s a few days after she got suspended, and Adam approaches the table during lunch. Calum could tell that the whole cafeteria is watching his every move. Adam sits down next to Calum as if he sat there everyday. The only sign of nervousness is his glance back to his friends who are also watching him.

“She misses you,” He whispers to Calum. Ashton, Luke, and Michael take it upon themselves to glare at Adam, but Adam just raises his hands in surrender. “I just thought he should know, that there is probably a chance. And that I’m offering it to him. Because if he doesn’t take the chance, I’m going to make a move in the next week or so,” Adam promises.

Calum looks up at Adam and Adam couldn’t help but take notice of the bags under his eyes.

“Thanks man,” Calum says, sticking out his hand awkwardly. He could basically hear the gasps form the onlookers.

“No problem,” Adam says, sticking his hand inside of Calum’s. Adam gets up and walks away leaving Calum and the boys.

“What are you going to do?” Michael asks.

“I’m not sure yet,” Calum whispers. He wants her back, but he wants to do her right. He doesn’t want to hurt her again. He never wanted to hurt her.


The knock on your front door echoes through the house. You’re home alone because, surprise, you’re parents both have jobs and couldn’t take a week off to babysit their seventeen year old daughter. When they had asked you why you did it, they had scolded you for letting Summer get under you’re skin. Apparently you were ‘better than that’.

You swing the door open to find a Calum Hood standing on you’re front stoop, hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans, looking kinda awkward and squishy. The door swings shut.

He knocks again before you could even turn on your heel to walk away. You swing the door open again, but you’re not sure why.

“What do you want?” You demand, wrapping one of your arms around your torso, the other arm on the door, ready to slam again.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Calum says, a promise in his eyes. Your arm muscles tighten, ready to close the door, Calum sees your muscles flinching and takes a step inside, uninvited. “You can hate me, you can do whatever you want, but please know I never wanted to hurt you,” Calum says, his hand reaches out to you, you eye the hand for a moment, but don’t take it.

“You left me in a park, an HOUR AND A HALF away from home-“

“I know but-“

“You came back for me? is that what you’re about to say? I had to get a ride home from Adam, not you. You didn’t come back for me, you hid in the bushes!” Tears are welling up in you’re eyes now. They shine like stars to Calum.

“I know but-“

“Then after, when I was finally home, having a nice time with my friend, you decide to come into my house, and declare you’re love for me?”

“Y/N I know, but-“

“But what? You think you say the magic three words and all is forgiven? In my family, I love you, is meant for somebody you actually love,” You say coldly. You’re face is strewn with tears, and you lips are pressed thin.

Calum takes a deep breath before saying, “You’re right. I don’t love you,” You expect him to turn around and walk off you’re porch, but instead he walks into the house. What could he want from you?


“What are you doing?” You snap at him as he brushes past you.

“You are sitting,” He responds, turning around and grabbing your hands. he guides you over to the couch and sits you down. You don’t protest, but that’s mostly because of curiosity.

Calum awkwardly pulls the coffee table away from you’re feet and kneels between your legs. He gently takes your hands in his, and lets out a deep breath that tickles your hands. “I don’t just love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you,” he brushes his hair out of his face, but it just flops back down into his eyes. You have to control the urge to push it back for him. “When Adam touches you, I just want to rip you from his arms, and pull you into my own. ‘Cause I know that he would never care for you like I do. When I see you, it’s never butterflies or fireworks that erupt in my stomach, its like a stampede of animals. When I touch you, even in the most innocent of ways, it makes me want you even more. There aren’t fireworks, because this is real life, but if we were in a fictional piece, I can promise you we’d have explosions. So don’t be my heartbreak girl. ‘cause I’m such a sucker for anything that you do. Please Y/N. I’m in love with you, and I don’t know what to do with myself anymore, because here’s this beautiful girl that I love and I feel like I blew my chance. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“Calum-“ You begin to say, watching the silent tears roll down his face.

“Please don’t say anything. Please,” He whispers, bowing his head, to hide the tears away from you.

“Calum,” You whisper, sliding to kneel next to him. He turns his body towards you a lifts his head up. “I don’t love you,” You whisper, feeling a little embarrassed after his speech. “But I like you a lot. I think I could love you, one day. But, hell! Calum, I don’t know…. How am I supposed to react to that? I really like you, but I can’t trust you. I’m so scared you’re going to push me away again.”

“No, no no nononononono,” Calum says, his voice raising with each word. He reaches out to touch your shoulders, you look up into his shining eyes. “I’ll never do that to you again. It was a mistake and-“

“So what changed?” You ask, cutting him off as he took a breath.

“What do you mean?”

“So what about you changed, what has changed you from the time that you abandoned me to now? What about you has changed?”

Calum pauses for a moment before responding, “You. You changed me. I realized how deeply in love with you I am,”

You pause for a moment before wrapping your arms around him, encaging him into your hold. He takes a breath before wrapping his strong arms around your body. “We’re gonna take this slow okay?” You say, whispering into his ear.

“Okay, Princess,” he says, and you let out a small giggle.

Done Chapter 3: Hush in the Room

Alright chapter 3 and once again more shout outs. Thanks to its-moonie-chan for all of their help in the last chapter and for being so amazing and supportive of my writing. Now onto the fic.

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Chapter 1/Prologue / Chapter 2

In the castle, most people wake up for breakfast around 7 in the morning. However, unless they all wanted to eat the food goo again, which had quickly become their least favourite non-toxic food in the universe, it meant you could find Hunk in the kitchens cooking up something new for them to eat a little earlier.

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Correct me if I’m wrong, but these aggressive gender roles didn’t really start until the 1950s, right? I mean, women in WWII-era America had more freedom and responsibility than they’d ever had before, and I’m pretty sure I remember reading about how it wasn’t until the ‘50s that the media started pushing really strict gender roles and companies started getting into gendered marketing. (All of this had to do with promoting the nuclear family as the focus of the American Dream as part of Cold War-era propaganda.)

That means that Steve and Bucky grew up, went to war, and got frozen and turned into an assassin, respectively, before American society started adhering to what we now think of as “traditional gender roles.” So I like to imagine them being really, really confused when they get to the 21st century and walk into a supermarket for the first time.

“Why is this deodorant ‘For Men’? It has the exact same ingredients are the ‘For Women’ one, but this one is two dollars cheaper??? What??????”

“Why is one half of the toy aisle pink and the other half nothing but trucks and robots?”

“Wait. You mean you literally weren’t allowed to take Shop in high school because you’re a girl? What the hell.”

On the other hand, I also like to imagine them being absolutely thrilled that the US Military has finally opened all of its combat jobs to women. Steve probably cried when the protocol was changed. Bucky, who still has nightmares about a school filled with tiny, terrifying Russian ballerinas, just nods sagely. 

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First words with Daisuga!

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It was a curse, Daichi was sure of it. Out of every possible word or phrase he could have on his collar bone, he was stuck with “Hello.” It was frustrating; almost everyone he met always said that, so how the hell was he supposed to know if it was his soulmate or not? 

Today was his least favorite day, as far as soulmates were concerned. It was the first day of high school, meaning he would have to meet a classroom full of people. He was excited to finally be at Karasuno, but meeting people, it had lost its spark long ago. 

His journey to school was pretty uneventful, but he knew that much. The problem wasn’t his walk to school but rather being at school. He took a deep breath as he approached the front gate, many as well get this over with. 

The chatter of students filled Daichi’s head as he walked to his classroom. Year 1 class 4, that was the room he was looking for. Once he found it, he sighed, this was going to be fun.

“Hello!” a girl chirped when he walked in. Well, there was one. A fun fact about Sawamura Daichi is that, after realizing how screwed he was because of the lousy “Hello” on his collarbone, he decided there was only one way to make this work. If he was going to have something short and simple, his soulmate was going to have the weirdest, most random sentence he could come up with. 

“Do you think squirrels have families?” he asked, turning to look at her. 

“What?” she asked, her face scrunched up in confusion. 

“Oh, nothing,” he replied, walking over to an empty seat by the window. It wasn’t her, that much was certain. If it was, there would be more realization than confusion on her face. The downside to his system was that it didn’t create the best first impressions, but at this point Daichi really didn’t care. 

“Do you, um, mind if I sit here?” a Jesus-looking boy asked him. Daichi smiled, he liked it when his first conversation didn’t start with hello.

“Go for it,” he grinned, nodding towards the empty desk next to he. The boy smiled sheepishly and sat down. Class began shortly after, the teacher coming in and introducing herself.

“Okay,” she began, clasping her hands together.”Since most of you don’t know each other, I’m going to put you into pairs so you can get to know one another. Fill in these questions with the answers your partner gives you, and hopefully you will find common interests. Okay, when I call your name and partner, please go find a seat next to them.” 

Daichi grabbed a copy of the worksheet and looked at it, drowning out the teacher as she called name after name. It had all the simple questions; what was their name, what club were they going to join, what their word or phrase was. The last one annoyed Daichi, but it also made him chuckle. He wondered what his soulmate had written on him, whatever it was, Daichi figured it would be one of a kind. 

“Sawamura, you and Sugawara will be partners,” his teacher called. Daichi raised his hand, signalling to whoever Sugawara was. A silver-haired boy walked over to him, his smile almost reaching the beauty mark under his left eye. He was gorgeous, Daichi didn’t even try to deny that. 

“Hello,” he greeted when he reached Daichi. Daichi sighed, this again.

“Isn’t it sad that snakes don’t have arms?” Daichi asked, spewing out the first thing that came to his mind. To his surprise, the other boy started laughing.

“Out of all the things you could have said, why that?” he chuckled, grabbing his sides. 

“Well, when you’re stuck with this on your collar, you have to get creative,” Daichi responded, pulling his shirt collar down enough that the dark “Hello” was visible. 

“Oh my God, I’m glad that there is a somewhat reasonable explanation for this,” Suga grinned, rolling up his left sleeve. Daichi froze when he read the dark ink. “Isn’t it sad that snakes don’t have arms?

“Well, I guess my plan worked,” Daichi chuckled, smiling at the other boy. 

“You’re such a dork,” Suga smiled, pushing Daichi gently.

“Yeah, well looks like you’re stuck with me.”

Wanna One Ong Seong Woo - Lovebirds Pt. 2

✽ suggested by: anon

✽ featuring: ong seongwoo

✽ genre: fluff

word count: 1,984 words

✽ summary: you took the offer reluctantly. it’s not like he liked me anyway. time seemed to drag on as you sat on your bed, staring at the beautiful party dress that your roommate has kindly lent you. you had no other choice.

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Camp camp as rude things my friends said

David: you didn’t even use the right shade of red you dumb ass.

Gwen: who the fuck thought it was a good damn idea to cancel Jersey shore, now I have to watch the fucking kardashians

Max: get your dirty masturbation hand off my beautiful bear, he doesnt deserve your disgusting criticism, he’s perfect just the way he is unlike you *spits on the persons shoes*

Nikki: I’m the lorax and I speak for the trees, the trees say shut the fuck up you trick ass bitch.

Neil: they say 5 plus 5 equals 10 but your face plus that nasty ass attitude its barely even a 1

Harrison: with a wave of my finger and I flick of my wrist one zap from me will hopefully make you disappear quick

Nerris: you gross ass furry, that fucking Pokemon card is as useless as your dick

Nurf: your years of trauma have not added up why you’re such a bitch

Preston: my acting skills are so good that the school thot has believed we’re best friends, little does she know I just want to know how she keeps her hair so soft

Space kid: hey guys the planet Uranus is standing right next to me since its the 3rd largest planet, her mom and dad take the lead as 1st and 3rd

Dolph: why in the living hell would you put macaroni as a bow tie? Stupid uncultured swine

Ered: everything is cool with me but you know what’s not, those homophobic shits walking around my grounds knowing I’m a raging homosexual making my mark


Quarter master: do furry Orgy’s count as a Satan summoning cult?(it’s not rude I just found d it funny)

Daniel: I came here for two things. To kill a bitch amd collect my koolaid, and I dont see any koolaid sipping bitches

literal Heathers song titles
  • Beautiful: high school still fucking sucks
  • Candy Store: i'll kick your ass. i'll kick anyones ass
  • Fight For Me: violence turns me on
  • Freeze Your Brain: 7-11 turns me on
  • Big Fun: go home you're drunk
  • Dead Girl Walking: sex
  • The Me Inside of Me: how to fake a suicide note 101
  • Very: spooky heather hell dream
  • Blue: huge dicks have sad smaller dicks
  • Our Love is God: hello naughty children it's murder time
  • Prom or Hell?: guess who fucked up
  • My Dead Gay Son: gay or european but gayer
  • Seventeen: murder isn't cool anymore
  • Shine a Light: well anyway here's my life story
  • Lifeboat: problematic fave turns into cinnamon roll
  • Shine a Light Reprise: literally the worst fucking song in this musical
  • Kindergarten Boyfriend: cinnamon roll deserves happiness
  • Yo Girl: surprise bitch bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
  • Meant to be Yours: i'm gonna kill my girlfriend
  • Dead Girl Walking Reprise: i'm gonna kill my boyfriend
  • I Am Damaged: wait a sec i need to sing a song before i die
  • Seventeen: high school still fucking sucks but slightly less
Steps to You (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 3,466 (this was supposed to be a short one…)

Warnings: nudity, mentions of sex

Authors Note: Hello! I thought of this when I was in my stats class on friday, and started it instead of doing my homework… hope its worth it! This is also dedicated to my dear friend @hamilton-noodles for no reason other than the fact that she is the most amazing person ever ( i dont think theres a better reason to dedicate this to her than that) Thanks for being amazing and comforting me and talking to be when im trapped in hell (AKA school) my man. Be sure to check out her amazing writing HERE.

Summary: (ooooohhh new addition to the beginning portion of my fics) Walking down the aisle is hard…

Request: NONE… ok leave me be.


You sat at the vanity, your hands trembling and tracing the white of your wedding dress.

“If you keep gripping at that dress it’s going to be wrinkled before you have a chance to walk down the aisle.” you heard your mom say, but you didn’t stop. It was the only thing that kept your nerves from getting to you.

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Ugly Heart - S.M

A/N - it’s not my best and it’s not fully Shawn, but I think this is important

The girls glare, the boys stare, the boys get whacked by the girls, the girls continue glaring and whispering. Walking through the school halls used to fun. School used to be fun. Hell, not being glared at used to be fun. Sometimes the glaring and whisperings gets too much. Enough to push me into the nearest bathroom and calm myself down. Telling myself its not me they are starring at, it’s not me they are whispering about, it’s not me. Girls are afraid of me and they shouldn’t be. But they are. They aren’t afraid of me per say, there more afraid of what they think I will do, but it’s something I’ll never do.

“boyfriend stealer” is sneered at me, as I walk the halls. “slut” is sneered almost as much but the one that really doesn’t faze or at least It shouldn’t is one I get called almost daily “beautiful bitch”. now the problem isn’t necessarily the words, it however over time takes upon its on warped meaning, becomes like a haunting presence that drowns you. And just like yesterday its starting to hit me again.

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Player: William Nylander – Toronto Maple Leafs 


I used quite a few but I think i missed a few I couldnt fit within the storyline. Hope you enjoy! 💕

Mentions: None.

Warnings: Angst, Fighting, Curse Words.

Preview: What were you doing with your life? You followed William around like a lost puppy dog. You used to make fun of those types of girls in high school. You never thought you would be a girl whose entire existence depended on a boy.

Characters:. 1045 words.

The Masterlist is here. 

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 glanced at the pamphlet for what seemed like the thousandth time. You saw it on the counter at a coffee shop and you don’t know what possessed you to grab it. It was for some performing arts school. You never had any interest in going off to some school but for some reason, you were drawn to it. 

You sat in the apartment, confused but still intrigued. This simple piece of paper was making you question your entire future. You didn’t really even think about it until this moment. You had met Willy his rookie year of playing with the Leafs. You were 18 and straight out of high school. You had decided to take a year off and then figure out what you were going to do with your life. That year turned into a few more years and now here you were sitting on your couch staring at a piece of paper.

What were you doing with your life? You followed William around like a lost puppy dog. You used to make fun of those types of girls in high school. You never thought you would be a girl whose entire existence depended on a boy.

Your days were filled with making sure Willy had everything he needs for hockey, cooking, cleaning. You were basically a trophy wife without the title. You scoffed at the idea. You loved Willy but you didn’t want to be just his wife. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you sang. There was a sudden pain in your heart. It used to be all you did, your house constantly filled with your voice. You glanced at the paper once more, you probably weren’t even good enough to get in. But you had to know. Before you could process what you were doing, you were dialing the number.

Days passed, you went in for an interview and audition. You never mentioned it to Willy. He was on a road trip and you had snuck off by yourself. The school was beautiful and the campus was inviting. There was only one problem. The campus sat four hours away from your apartment, which meant it was four hours away from Willy.

You put it all in the back of your mind, you weren’t going to get in any way. You had almost forgotten about the whole thing, you had gone back into your normal routine. That was until you walked into the apartment and was met with Willy holding a letter in his hand, addressed to you.

“What the hell is this?” he asked lowly.

“What is what?” you walked up to him reading what was in his hand. It was a letter from the school, an acceptance letter. 

“I got in?” you asked dumbfounded. This wasn’t what you were expecting. You couldn’t ignore the excitement bubbling in your stomach. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” William looked towards you with a look mixed with hurt and anger.

“I didn’t think I would get in, I thought it was no big deal.”

“No big deal? Its four hours away Y/N! And you did get in! Are you even thinking about going?”

“I…Don’t…know.” you stuttered.

You can’t keep pretending this didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did! You got in and you didn’t even fucking tell me about it in the first place.” He yelled causing you to jump.

“I just…” you started

I don’t want to hear your excuse.” He interrupted.

Suddenly the anger surfaced, why was he being so unsupportive. You did everything for hockey, why couldn’t you have something?

“It’s not an excuse. I felt the need to do something for me for once. Why aren’t you supportive of this?” you asked finding your voice. 

“How can I be supportive of something I didn’t know about?” he chirps

“I just think I need to do this for me. Somewhere along the way, I have lost who I am.”

Willy scoffs at your statement. “I have a game.”

He turns on his heels, grabbing his duffle and heading out the door. Leaving you letter to flutter to the ground. You knew the conversation wasn’t over.

You decided against going to the game, to avoid the girl’s interrogation. You knew the word would travel. The gossip train is very efficient in professional hockey teams.

You sat and waited patiently for Willy to get home. Preparing yourself for the inevitable conversation. He walked through the doors ignoring you and heading straight upstairs. You were trailing his every step.

You sat on the bed watching him change. Are you going to talk to me?”

Willy shot you a look from his place in the closet and continued to change.

“Can we just talk about this. Just talk to me” You pleaded.

“There’s nothing to talk about, you made your decision.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay with this because I know you’re not.”

“You’re right I’m not okay with this. My girlfriend is leaving for some school that is four hours away and I had no idea. You fucking blindsided me Y/N.”

“We can make it work, I just need time to figure out who I am.”

“What if she figures out that she doesn’t want to be with me?” he suddenly questions.

“What? That would never happen?

“Can you promise me that after your time there, you are going to come back here?”

You started to say yes but you knew it would be a lie. As much as it hurt, you knew what you had to do.

“Exactly Y/N.”

“So let’s just take a break, we can be friends, and if after all this we figure out we are supposed to be together then we will be.” You tried holding back your tears.

“A break? We can’t be just friends and you fucking know it.”

“So what does that mean? That’s it? It’s over?”

“If you walk out that door, it’s over.” He states and the look of pure disgust on his face etches its way into your mind.

“I guess it’s over then.”

Popular Girls

Pairing: Beverly Marsh x Reader

Request Summary: Being a popular girl in the modern times has some advantages.


You walked through the hallways of Derry high school, smiling at anyone who said hi.You reached your locker, listening to your friend as she droned on about the guy she liked. Honestly, you loved her with all your heart, but she could be kind of annoying sometimes.

As you finished putting your books away, you closed your locker just in time to see Beverly Marsh walk through the hallways with her group of friends. They were known as the Loser’s Club and were some of the dorkiest, funniest, and smartest kids in the school.

Of course, being one of popular girls had its advantages. You knew practically everyone at school including them. But, Bev was possibly your favorite.

You couldn’t help but love her curly red hair and her beautiful blue eyes. Hell, every time you saw her smile, you found your own lips curling up.

Some would even say that you might have had a crush on her. Which was completely fine, it was the 21st century meaning that you had nothing to be afraid off. But, like with any crush, even the thought of telling the person your feelings was terrifying. What if they rejected you? Even worse, what if they accepted you and wanted to go out?

Unbeknownst to you, Bev felt the exact same way. Ever since you and her were paired up for a science project, she was smitten. What made it even worse was that you were super nice! Even if you were popular, you weren’t a bitch. You were kind to everyone around you, helping anyone that needed it.

And that’s why Bev fell for you. Fortunately, the Losers were all accepting (they had to be, Richie and Eddie started dating in their junior year) and encouraged Bev to tell you her true feelings, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. What if you laughed in her face, telling her how stupid she was? She couldn’t risk her heart like that.

You stood in front of your locker, staring at Bev like an idiot. It wasn’t until that her eyes locked with yours that you were brought out of your daydream. Blushing slightly, you smiled and waved towards her. She smiled brightly back, waving with just as much enthusiasm before telling her friends something.


You looked at your friend with a questioning look.


Your friend rolled her eyes.

“It’s obvious you’re in love with her.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Practically everyone has noticed. Every time the two of you are in the same room, the tension is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Duh. Maybe you should ask her to homecoming. I’m almost 100% positive she likes you back.”

“What? No! That’s a terrible idea!”

“Why? The worst that could happen is she says no. You have a whole line of guys and girls that would die to go to homecoming with you.”

“Well yeah, but I don’t want to go with them. Plus, if she does say no, I could ruin our friendship forever. I don’t want that to happen.”

Your friend sighed and shook her head.



You sat in your room, staring up at the ceiling. All you could think about all day was what your friend said. Maybe you should ask Bev to homecoming. Like your friend said, the worst that could happen is she says no.

Grabbing your phone, you sent a quick text to your friend.

“How should I ask Beverly to homecoming?”


The next morning, you stood nervously in the announcment room. After pulling a few strings, you were able to get permission to make a “special announcment” after the daily news.

Fumbling with the piece of paper that was in your hand, you waited patiently as the announcers finished up talking about the tickets for homecoming.

“And, last but not least, we have a special announcement from our very own (Y/n) (L/n).”

Taking a deep breath, you walked over to the small microphone and calmed your nerves.

“Hello fellow classmates. Today, I have a very important question for someone very close to my heart. Beverly Marsh, would you do me the honor of going to Homecoming with me on Friday?”


Beverly smiled widely as she heard the announcment on the PA.

Her friends all turned around and started clapping and whistling. Blushing, she looked back down at her book and smiled.


Lunch. Finally. All day, people had come up to you telling you how brave you were for announcing that to the entire school. You had just smiled politely and thanked them, saying that it wasn’t that hard.

Which was true. The hard part was the anticipation.

After going to your locker, you switched out some of your books and grabbed your lunch before walking to the cafeteria. Almost as soon as you walked through the doors, all eyes were on you.

Thinking it was from your announcement in the morning, you smiled politely before walking over to your friends.

“Hey guys,” you said, putting your backpack down and pulling out your lunch.

“Look behind you.” Raising an eyebrow at your friend, you did as she said and turned around.

There stood Beverly.

“I would love to go to homecoming with you.”

Smiling widely, you stood up from the table and embraced her in a giant hug. Everyone in the cafeteria clapped and cheered for you guys.

As the two of you separated from your hug, you only had one thing on your mind.

‘I can’t wait for homecoming.’

the transfer, the thug, & the artist

His introduction was brief. Kurusu Akira; that was all these faceless classmates needed to know. The only seat available was next to the obvious delinquent, who stood out from the rest of his peers. They were all society’s rejects, though.

The blond’s eyes grew sharper—his glare more murderous—the closer he got to the desk, but Akira was immune to stares like his. He’d been receiving them for as long as he could remember, and the ones that came from his own household were worse.

Akira pulled out the chair to take a seat, only to have it kicked away.


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