hey yeah i am writing a story

Daddy. (Joshua Smut)

Hey everybody  i am so so sorry that i’m so late, we moved houses and there is nO FUCKING INTERNET  so i had to live on shitty data, it’s been hell for me but i know it’s even more hellish for everyone considering you’re all so thirsty.  but yeah, so i hope you enjoy this i’m so sowwy it took so long but it’s here, i had a great time writing this daddy one, AND I WILL BE HONEST I SCREAMED RANDOMLY WHILE WRITING THIS JUST SAYING. I’ve been working on many stories at once, so that i’ll be able to finish them at the same time so i’m working really hard, PRAISE ME PLS.  also, thank you all for being so patient, i know it’s hard, also fucking whAT. there are so many of everyone now.  we can’t help but feel overwhelmed and happy by how many you guys are, what should we call you ugh. I love you all so much, and honestly in my opinion this 2017 will be a good year for this blog we will improve ourselves in order to make everyone reading happy/horny, maybe this year juuust maybe, you’ll be able to get to know us better.  well only if you all want to.


also credits to shwua for the gif
-admin kate x

warning: contains daddy kink, rough sex, spanking and SIN. if this ain’t your thing then we have a lot of other stuff to choose from.

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anonymous asked:

aw could you write a little something about awkwardville dean trying to seduce cas and failing miserably?

Anon, it would be my pleasure.

I tried to combine as many of the prompt requests that I could into one drabble! Here’s @tenoko1 ‘s “Dean or Cas stumbles across fic” prompt, and the two anon prompts I got: awkwardville!Dean trying to seduce Cas, and frat boy AU.

It is so endlessly entertaining to write Dean as an awkward, sloppy mess.

Jo leaned back in her chair, head thrown back and eyes rolled skyward. “This is just criminal.”

Dean raised an eyebrow from where he sat beside her at their table. The student union was packed today, but Dean and Jo had managed to secure a small booth for themselves in the corner and were taking advantage of the space.

“Hm?” Dean asked, voice muffled by the enormous portion of pork fried rice stuffed in his mouth.

Jo groaned and turned her laptop around. “Look at this. There are hundreds of entries today on the Stanford Crushes page, and I’m not in any of them.”

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anonymous asked:

how do you just,,,,, become a writer. like i can do the writing thing and i'd really like to be one of those people that gets prompts sent to them all the time and stuff but HOW do you do it??? how do you get there??? this sounds so dumb i'm a mess

It doesn’t sound dumb at all buddy you sound a lot like me a hot second ago when I had tumblr for like 5 years but maxed out at a hundred followers and wrote for scraps of feedback on fanfiction.net

Nothing I say here is going to be revolutionary I’m afraid, there are way better & more popular writers than me who haven’t isolated a formula, u know, bc I guess there can’t really be one?? what’s up w that

Usually it’s just a huge tedious back and forth of trial and error, making side blogs and deleting bad blogs, writing terrible stuff, tagging everything to death, etc

I think you’ve really got to be prepared to read and write more than you can stomach, bc you build up an awareness for what works and what doesn’t (there are unique styles for different media platforms or fandoms, every reader/writer wants something wildly different) 

I remember learning to drive and knowing I was bad at it and hating that feeling so much, being told that: ‘it’s intuitive, it’s instinctive, it takes practice, I don’t even remember how I learned it, just keep doing it keep doing it keep doing it’ and that pissed me off hooo boy I am not a patient person

and every time I see an author answering this sort of question it’s always ‘practice more than you breathe and hope you get lucky’ and that doesn’t feel good enough but I’m realizing it’s gotta be, partly

No one would’ve read my stuff if I was all bluster, clinging to the side of the deep end without ever actually treading water – so I always stay away from like requesting promos or trying to sell something I’m still refining

But I mean, I started getting prompts because I reblogged a ‘send me a number and I’ll write you a drabble’ post, and I was so fucking thrilled when I got 5 whole prompts and then I got 20 and then I got 80 and then I got 150

and every time I wrote a story, more people hopped aboard bc content = interest, and like, that’s not a perfect formula, but it’s a pretty dope thing to see happening

and I just tumbled down that rabbit hole and gained a couple of thousand followers and started scribbling ideas down all the time and practiced more than I ever have in my life, wrote a few duds, read so much encouragement that I got itchy to make better stuff, got this taste for what it feels like to be producing constantly

so… yeah you gotta practice, and you’ve got to have a little luck to fool all these creative people into feeding you constant inspiration

but you’ve also got to write for almost no one, at first

also hey I’m a mess too!!! I just sat down with mcdonalds and wrote some fragmented notes for a home invasion fic. I sometimes write until 5 am and get less than 30 reblogs, you know? Some stories are written in the library with my earbuds blasting fuckin kpop, and some stories are written with the world getting dark around me and my eyes burning and crumbs down my front, and some stories are written when I’m drunk and backspacing more than I’m writing but like

I’m genuinely doing it all the time. I could never have said that before this year; I’ve written almost 100,000 words between lectures and handfuls of sleep, and it’s stupid worth it

So like. I don’t know how your breakthrough will come, but practice is for sure never a bad thing, and reblogging a list of dialogue prompts on a whim could change like everything

(and if you’re thinking about it this hard like……. not to be fake deep or anything but you’re probably already a writer. Keep posting until something gives. Tag everything. Ask around for an editor. You’re going to look up one day and you’re going to be driving w a license, and everything will feel easier.)

arlenejp  asked:

Steph, I have heard two different versions of the ACD estate copyright. One says it will be free and clear by 2019 and the other by 2023. I am thinking that WHENEVER it happens we WILL finally see the kiss. Do you know which date is the right one? PS: I LOVE reading your meta. I have begun writing Johnlock fic now.

Hey Lovely!

Actually, there’s going to be ongoing expirations of the copyrights until 2022, but the Garridebs’ story becomes public domain in 2019, which is probably why you have heard differing dates (including from myself, and for that I apologize, since I’m a shit and don’t actually read stuff when I’m quickly answering asks). So yeah, once that becomes public domain, Mofftiss – IF it was their plan in the first place – can adapt The Scene™ in the way it should be done.

PS THANK YOU OMG!! I hardly write meta anymore, so it makes me happy that y’all still like being here with me :) AND WRITE WRITE WRITE! And if / when you post it, let me know and I’ll help you promote it :)

A Stage Door Tattoo: The Leslie Odom Jr. Tattoo Saga as told by briana (not flan laurens)

I’ve told the Leslie tattoo saga to several different people who have asked to hear the story. It was suggested (by ronni) for me to make a master post on tumblr with pictures and details for all those interested. I thank you for being invested in my life and for adoring Leslie Odom Jr. as much as I do. I hope you enjoy!

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bearxqthings  asked:

Hey mama! Are you planning on writing a demon!tweek and pastor!craig story? It's obvious you're fueled af by them xD

That’s a bit of a loaded question for me lol. Have I planned out every aspect of what would happen ? Yes. Am I SUPER PUMPED and really want to write it?? Yeah!!

But I’m also working 12 hours days and am away on the weekends. (Im hiding in the bathroom at 2ork rn just to post this pfft) I only have about an hour of free time to myself every day, so who knows if it’ll happen lol

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Prompt: Ok this is specific so hold on. Can you do an imagine where the reader works at buzzfeed and she is asked to do a video swimming with sharks and she refuses then someone is like “what if we get Sebastian Stan to go with you” and the reader is like “if you can do tang then yeas” and they actually get Sebastian to go with you then after words he asks you on a date and fluff. Please thanks

Word Count: 1300ish


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Smells like alcohol. (Fluffybird)

Robin smiled as he watched Red climb into bed, snuggling himself against soft feathers of his boyfriend. Red let out a tired sigh, wrapping his arms around Robin.
“Wow, it sure has been a long, tiring day.” Red droned, exhaustion dripping from every monotonous word he uttered. Robin nodded laying his head onto the pillows behind him.
“Yes, it certainly has. Luckily, our beds are warm and soft! And I am too. Aren’t you so lucky to have a bird friend like me?” Robin asked and for the first time in a long time, Red laughed genuinely. Robin felt his whole body alight with elation from that sound and immediately turned to nuzzle Red, wings wrapping around the other’s neck.
It was tough the past few weeks. For some reason, when it wasn’t June 19, supernatural things happened in the house. Other than the talking objects still talking and living like it was their home (which they already grew too familiar to to care), sometimes the house changed arrangements, sometimes some people became invisible, and sometimes they see things that aren’t there. Today wasn’t as bad as some other days, the only thing that happened was the house’s rooms changing orientation. It was confusing, but they all tried their best to cope. Doi went to school, Robin to work and Red stayed to do his own work at home.
And when Robin and Doi came home, all was well again. He was only tired as a bird working at a company was tired.
Robin smiled into Red’s fur, sensing the other monster was deeply tired (Well working from home sometimes can get tiring, seeing as some clients of his were literal shits who didn’t want to pay him full time for his services as a web designer). Robin breathed him in, relishing in the moment they were having that they hadn’t have since June 19 started and-
He sniffed again, a frown forming on his face. He hand’t noticed anything since he was never close enough to Red before to smell anything. But now he could smell him. That smell that wafted in was strong, so strong and it worried Robin.
“Red?” He shook the tired monster’s body. Red looked up, making a gesture with his eye akin to raising an eyebrow.
“Uh… A-are you doing fine?” He asked timidly. He didn’t want to suddenly jump onto Red with that question.
/“Are you drinking?”
“Why do you smell like alcohol?”
“You said you would quit drinking when we moves in together! Why are you doing that now of all times?!”/
Red blinked slowly.
“Yes? Why?” He asked, sitting up. Robin sort of regretted this, he missed Red’s warmth. But he had to get to the bottom of that smell.
“Ah.. no reason. Just…” He looked worriedly at Red, who shook his head and sighed.
“It’s fine.. you know me. I’m just…” he looked around as though trying to find the right word.
Robin nodded.
It was stressful seeing your friends all rot in front of you and then come back to life and to see them lose themselves in the arts of arts & craft. Then have reoccurring nightmares of them. Robin knew they weren’t real but it scared him, too, seeing himself causing harm and losing himself like that. But he knew Red didn’t want to verbalise it like Robin does, Red would prefer to be the rock, everyone’s rock and hide his own emotions to help others with theirs’.
“Well, good night, Sparrow. I’m sleeping like a log (in the bin).” Red pressed a kiss to Robin’s cheek then turned around to face the wall.
“… Ok.. ‘Night.” Robin laid down and stared at the ceiling before sighing in defeat.
The next morning came, and everything seemed to be normal, sans the talking objects quarreling about which show to watch.
Doi watched as Robin sadly poked at his eggs and Red sat sat down with his coffee.
“Good morning!” He said, cheerfully.
Robin smiled, “Good morning, Doi.” Red said the same thing, though monotonously.
Doi then went on to talking about the field trip he was going on with his friends, his father chaperoning. When Doi left, Robin and Red were the only ones left. Robin stood and took his keys, he was turning to leave when Red stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Look, I should explain.” Red sighed.
“No, it’s fine. If you don’t want to talk about it you don-,”
“But I need to, Robin.” Red looked him sternly in the eyes. He sighed, looking down. “I’ll explain everything when you get home, alright?” He asked. And Robin could hear the smile in his voice, though it was a sad smile. Robin sighed, and nodded.
“Ok.” Red kissed his forehead and Robin left for work, waving as he drove off.

Robin rand through the door of their home, panting.
“Red?!” He screamed, running through the hallways of their house.
“RED?” He screamed again, panic rising in his voice as he opened their bedroom door only to find the bathroom. He cursed, not again.
He continuously screamed for his lover, shoving every door open. All of them were not the rooms they were supposed to be, and Robin felt like pulling his feathers out.
Finally, there was only one door left. Robin hoped it had Red in it and opened it.
Red was sobbing on the floor of the kitchen, eyes red and body raking with shudders and shivers.
“I-I-,” he shuddered again as he made a sound, like he was gagging and whimpering. Robin ran over to him and held him, smoothing his fur down.
“Shh.. it’s fine..” Robin comforted him, trying not to cry as he smelt more alcohol on Red.
“I-I-I saw you-you were open… eaten and I-my head.. we- no, you were-,” Red sobbed and Robin only hugged him tighter.

sassynygma  asked:

omg did you hear the gotham casting news? your crossover ship is coming to life, crystal reed joined gotham and her character will be working with jim! :D

Hey there,

Yeah, I saw that!
I think I’m kinda in shock right now. Lol.

It also probably sounds stupid, but I’m a little upset too.
From what I read she’s going to be playing Sofia Falcone.. and I write a Gotham fic where I use Crystal Reed as my characters faceclaim and she’s also Falcone’s daughter…
And I don’t know. At the moment, I’m still trying to digest it all, but feeling kinda more bummed out than I should because I follow along with canon to an extent in my story and now am just sitting here like “how the fuck can I even make this work in my fic?”

So I guess my excitement over it is sorta just shrouded in this bummed out feeling of my story that I work really hard on -now being pointless and not even sure if I can keep writing it.

Thanks for the message though, my dear.
Wish I could bring myself to be a little more excited over it.

I am, of course, happy for Crystal. She definitely deserves this and is without a doubt going to be amazing.

How are you doing?
Maybe soon I can get over this feeling and join you in the excitement. :P


Sushi Adventures

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Lee Seunghyun x reader

Synopsis:  Anonymous said: Requests hmm… So many options… Can you do Seungri fluff where the reader who is his girlfriend is randomly taken to Japan for a weekend date because the maknae felt like it?

Warnings: Fluff ahoy! (Seriously, I hope this is fluffy enough.)

Author’s Note: Here it is! The first of the 100 follower celebration drabbles! :D Thanks for this request, Anon. It was really fun to write. I hope you like the end result!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

You were rudely woken up at 6:00 am by your boyfriends insistent, yet gentle shakes of your shoulder.

“Jagi….” he said sweetly and softly. “Hey, jagiya…. wake up for oppa, yeah?”

“Wha…” you mumbled through your sleep-filled haze. “What do you want Seunghyun?”

“Jagiiiiiiiiii….” he whined this time, drawing out the last vowel of the word. “I’m hungry. Want to go get some sushi?”

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Dark Secrets - Part 2

Part 1 

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: what if the person you love is not what you think?

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this part and even in the process of writing, I was nervous because of the course of the story. Hope you like it.

Originally posted by slayalec

(Credits to the owner of the gif)

‘Hey Y/N, are you awake?’ Steve tells you as he walks towards where you are.

Luckily, you can get rid of the shock and you hear his voice. 'Yeah, yeah Steve. I am coming!’ You answer desperately as you quickly keep the photographs and the letter in the box and then, you keep everything in the closet. You practically throw the things into the wardrobe.

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New song in the works………


Your heart was made of glass I filled it with some concrete
Spilled a little on me
Let it sit and dry up on my body
Took the whole experience and navigated calmly
Ooo yeah
We did the summer spending our nights at the reservoir
EAP our relationship is nevermore
Writing our story but but bitch I am the editor
Took a deep breath and the feeling was irregular
I’m impressed by all the animosity
Asking hey blue will you say that your proud of me?
Hmm, for what?
Having no autonomy?
Being unable to stick with monogamy?
Nope, forget it. I won’t do it
I Took all that we had and I went and said screw it.
I hope you understand that you had your chance and blew it
If I ask you for help then how about you fucking do it

#rap #rapping #rappers #hiphop #hiphopmusic #music #bluefranklin

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anonymous asked:

im sorry if this is kind of a stupid question and you dont have to answer, but how do you write so well? like, i mean, where/from whom do you draw inspiration and such? idk if this makes sense but i really admire your writing and ive been kinda trying to write a book myself lately but nothing's coming out right (this ask for example)

So normally I brush this question off, because I really am not sure how I do it. The fact that I can dash off a 2800 word piece in two days while the thing I’ve been deliberately working on for weeks languishes at 2400, is surely an indication of the perversity of writing. While I’m writing I don’t generally think about it in a conscious way–I write what sounds good. That word follows this one, this happens next, that’s where it ends. Why? Because it does, stop bothering me.

But I also think that answers like that perpetuate the myth that writers possess some sort of mysterious ~~creative genius~~ that no one not already a writer has. In truth, it’s mostly just sheer, unending, ignoble practice.

I want to remind everybody that I have been on the internet, writing junk, for 10 years. And I was writing stuff for kicks prior to that. A whole decade of writing things. Here, have some proof, this is a review from the very first story I posted to the internet:

The reviewer went on to say that my work was riddled with grammatical errors, the plot was unbelievable, and my main character “speaks and acts like a girl much younger”–well, yeah, I was 13, with the pretentious ff.net profile to prove it. But I kept the review, because HEY now I know where commas go and how to write different voices for different characters. But that took ten years. It took all of ten years. It took me learning about emotional beats and sentence structure, when to quote, when to describe, to trust a reader to fill in the blanks with the shape you want.

And I still would not consider myself a good writer.

It’s a learning process, an absorption. There’s that old adage, that for every poem you write, you should read 50. And I do believe that, that to be a writer you need to stock up on words and stories, twists and characters. But I also think it’s valuable to watch the world with the same scrutiny. The most valuable things I’ve picked up through watching people, listening to them. People don’t talk like they do in books, there are a lot more silences and implications, stuttering, restarting. Understanding the people in my life, how they tick, how they see the world, helps write deeper characters. I borrow a lot. I steal things.

Put in a blender, hope something original comes out.

anonymous asked:

Prompts for a killer who is looking for the man that killed her parents when she was little to thank him? Her parents were really mean and she got really cold because of it. It's a weird concept but in this story she's the good person even though she's a killer?? Also she meets other killers along the way, makes friends and all that. Thannnks so much. p.s I've been following you for ages and I'm like inlove with your mind... okay that was weird sorry. Love your stuff.

Aww thank you! “I’m in love with your mind” is a great compliment, and I don’t think it’s weird at all. It’s definitely the best or in the top 3 best compliments I’ve gotten on tumblr :)

Here’s some prompts for when the girl meets him:

●"I’m guessing you’re here to get revenge?“


“But I killed your parents… Oh god, did you not know that?”

“I actually wanted to thank you for that.”

● “You broke my favorite gun!”

“Hey calm down, remember that time I saved you from your abusive parents?”

“You killed them.”

“But you appreciated that.”

● “Wait, I made someone else into a killer? That’s kinda cool… ”

“You didn’t make me into a killer. I became that all on my own. You just killed my parents.”

“You sure I didn’t inspire you at all?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. Your dream of making someone else into a murderer still has yet to be filled.”

● “So… Why’d you kill my parents?”

“I saw how they treated you.”

“And you cared?”

“Not all killers are emotionless, ya know.”

“I am one. Believe me, I know.”

● “Hey, we should kill someone together sometime.”

“… I’m not like that.”

“You said you were a killer… ?”

“Yeah, but I don’t do it for fun.”

“I didn’t really mean it. I was just messing with you.”

● “Since I killed your parents, I was wondering if you could do me a favor… ”

“That’s such a weird sentence.”

♡Let me know if you want prompts about the general story and not just the meeting.

OOC: Calling all Hamilaskers!

Hey guys! So you may know this but I’m working on a fanfic called Rochambeau in which John Laurens is accidentally sent to a safe space summer camp when Henry means to send him to conversion therapy. Oops. *snickers* Aaaaanyway there’s gonna be happy gay stuff and angsty stuff and also @ask-henry-laurens I am so basing the Henry in my story off of you because holy fuck you’re amazing and yeah but the point is I NEED STOCK CHARACTERS. So if you’re interested in being a stock character in an awesome fanfic, please let me know! 

I already am writing in all of the characters explicitly seen on stage in Ham canon (so that would be the Revolutionary Set, the Schuylers, the Southern Motherfucking Democratic-Republicans, KG3, Seabury, Eacker, not-evil!Maria because we need more not-evil!Maria, and the Washingtons). I’m probably going to write the Hamilkids in as younger campers but not related to Alex so if you’re a Hamilkid you’re probably already in the story (hey @ask-nonbinary-phoenix, can I use the name Phoenix and @ask-phebe-hamilton can I use the name Phebe? I just now realized I totally could put them in as twins.) I’m also including Francis Kinloch and Martha Mannings because they popped into my head so congrats you guys are in the story now. Yay!

So yeah, if you’re interested in being in the story, please let me know! OCs or historical figures that aren’t present in the musical especially welcome!

Please note that sentient nonhumans will not be included because I don’t want my readers to think I’m even loopier than they know I am. Although the Washingtons will have a feral tomcat named Hamilton and that shall be explained later.

Please please please please let me know if you want to be included! Otherwise I’m gonna have to start making stupid pop culture references and name all of the stock characters after Doctor Who characters and shit like that and honestly I really don’t want to unless I have to!

Love y’alls!

guineverebeck-deactivated201508  asked:

top five cassandra clare quotes

  1. “Why am I such a piece of shit?” Cassandra Clare whispered to herself in the mirror one night, stroking her reflection absentmindedly. “Why am I literally of less value than horse shit?”
  2. “I just love your books!” the excited new reader gushed, grinning ear-to-ear. “I especially love your male lead, my gosh…”

    "Oh, yeah, Draco was a really int—” Cassandra cut off, paling considerably. “Jace…I mean…Jace…”
  3. "Hey, Cassandra Clare,” the thirteen year old asked, timidly raising her hand at the back of the Q&A group. “Is it true that you used to write fanfiction? And that your story is based off The Draco Trilogy or something?”

    “Listen here, turd bucket,” Cassandra snapped, her eyes blazing red and her hair igniting with fire. Suddenly, her skin began to transform into green glittering scales, and the author was soon turning into a dragon! “I will find your home address—I will find out all of your fucking information—and raM YOU INTO THE GROUND; YOU HEAR ME, BITCH?!” She then turned to the rest of the crowed, whimpering and crying. Being a dragon and all, her tears were so large that they flooded the entire room. As children screamed, drowning amongst the author’s self-pity, Cassandra wailed out: “HELP ME, FANS! HELP PROTECT ME AGAINST THIS INJUSTICE! I AM A GROWN ASS WOMAN ONLY ON THE EXTERIOR; I STAY FOREVER YOUNG ON THE INSIDE!”
  4. “Hey guys, I just wanna let you all know that TMI is going to be turning into a motion picture! ISN’T THAT EXCITING?!” Cassandra bellowed, clapping her hands together and grinning. “And get this: I get to be up close and personal and super involved in helping pump this thing out—it’s gonna be great, I promise!”

    *months pass*

    “So, uh, Cassandra…” the fan began warily, approaching the author with caution. “Why was the movie such shit?”

    “I don’t know,” Cassandra interjected immediately, literally making herself the human version of the “:/” face. “I had absolutely no involvement in the film whatsoever. I don’t even own a television. What are movies?”
  5. “Sweetie (:” Cassandra wrote on her blogging website, a smug little grin eating up her features. “It isn’t plaigarism if you don’t get caught and then profusely deny it for years to come (((((::::::”

anonymous asked:

I WAS READING ABOUT DW WORLD TOUR IN BRAZIL AND "Jenna told a story about the first scene they recorded, the part where the Doctor gets out of the TARDIS for the first time in deep breath. The two of them were cramped inside the small box and Peter kissed her on the cheek. Hearing that, Moffat exclaimed"I said no flirting and I find out he's been kissing her!" " AND THIS IS A FREE TRANSLATION BUT CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE ABOUT THAT?

Hey, yeah, I know the story, you can see the video here around 5,50.

Jenna stated that he had kissed her on the cheek, about Moffat I can’t tell if he said that.

I place it in the work section, and when I got an nice idea, I will write it down. Sorry, it will maybe take a bit, because I have already a good bunch, and I am working on all of them somehow.

Thanks for your request!

skepticalqueen  asked:

Can I buy your book? I need a book of these stories I can flip open at the drop of a hat. They give me life.

look it is slow going but i swear you guys i am WORKIN ON IT I PROMISE

How to lose a guy in ten days Part 3 - (Calum)

Last part, hope you like it! 

Part 1 and Part 2

“I’ve done everything a guy hates. I’ve been needy, clingy, I was so annoying I was irritation myself! Still he hasn’t run” you sit down on Amy’s desk. “I even got him a cat. The guy loves dogs, he’s a total dog person. If there is a dog somewhere Calum is all over it, but he is starting to love the cat. He is so cute with it, he takes such good care of bam bam. He didn’t even change the name”

“He seems perfect”

“Yeah”, you dream away a bit.

“Are you in love with him?”, Amy creaks.

“No! I can’t be, no I’m not. He’s just the subject of my story, nothing more”

“Really?”, she looks at you, unbelief in her eyes.

“Ye-ah”, you drag the word apart. “Even if I liked him which I don’t, you can’t fall in love with someone you known less than two weeks”

“Maybe not”

“So please Amy, help me. Janice loves the story but I don’t know what I’m going to do if I can’t shake him. He’s just too sweet. I’ve been crazy, I’ve been pushy, I’ve been picking fights with him”, you sigh.

“I don’t know girl. All I know is that today is day nine”

“I made him ditch his friends, he’s coming over to my place tonight”

“I’m sure you can lose him”

“Let’s hope so”, you sigh deep.


“Come in”, you swing your door open even before Calum has a chance to knock.

“Oh hey”, he smiles at you. You push your body to his, kissing him hard to welcome him. “What did I earn that for”, he laughs.

“Being here”

“Oh you’re going to hate me than”

“Why?” you back away from him.

“I can’t stay. I’m meeting the boys “

“What!” you shout. “You said we could hang out to night. You lied to me?” you frown like you’re on the edge of crying. You change your emotions like wind changes direction. Making it hard for Calum to know how to react.

“I know, I’m sorry baby”, he puts his hands on your arms. “I have to go back to the studio. We need to finish some songs tonight”

“Okay, I understand”, you let your head fall down.

“No, no don’t be sad. I wanted to ask you something”, you look back up so your eyes meet his. “We need to go this party from the record label tomorrow. And I was wondering if you would like to come, with me. As my girlfriend”

You can’t control the smile that grows on your face. “As your girlfriend?”

“I really like you (Y/N)”

“I really like you too Calum”

He pulls you in his arms and kisses you again. “I need to go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow”


“You look stunning (Y/N)”

“Thank you Ashton”, you smile. “You look very handsome yourself”

“So, you’re officially here with Calum”, Michael smirks.

“Yes. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just, he did it”

“He did what?” you frown. Ashton looks like at Michael giving him a warning look.

“Nothing”, Michael quickly says.

“Listen Clifford, you’re are going to spill it or I’m going to your boyfriend over there”, Michael follows your finger as you point. “And we both know that Luke will talk immediately”

“First he’s not my boyfriend and second he won’t say a thing to you”

“You want to play that game with me?”, you threaten. “He’s the weak link in your little band, I just need to yell at him once and he’ll be terrified of me”

Michael gulps making his Adam’s apple move. “Sorry Ash, but she’s right. The night you met Calum he was bragging he could get any girl he wanted”, you feel your breathing becoming more shallow, you look over to Calum who’s talking to Ilene. She works for the same magazine as you. “And that he could make any girl fall for him. Well you’re the living proof”

You clamp your jaw. “I guess I am”

“But hey, it’s all good right?”

“Yeah”, you fake a big smile. “Excuse me” you walk away from the guys towards Calum and he does the same.

“We need to talk”, Calum groans grabbing your wrist and pulling you with him. His action is making your anger grow. You start to walk faster so you’re pulling him with you now. He jerks you when he stops walking. “So I talked to Ilene”

“I talked to the guys”

“You are writing a story how to lose a guy?  Are you using me for a story?” You slowly nod. “You are such a bitch. I’ve putted up with all your crap”

“Yeah for what?” you shout at him. “You only stayed with me to proof something! You used me too!”

“But my intentions were real”

“That’s what you say now”

“Listen you wanted to lose a guy in ten days, you’ve succeeded” he spits in your face.

You walk away from him, but stop and look. “And you can’t get every girl! I’m the living proof!” you start walking again. Faster and faster, with every step you cry harder.


You look from your bags back to the magazine on your lap, it’s been four days since you stormed out of the party. It’s been four days since you’ve seen Calum. They days past slowly, but you try to stay strong and go on with your life. You’re at the airport waiting for your plane. You read a part of your story again: ‘The idea was how to lose a guy in ten days. I did that. Goal achieved you would think. Wrong, what I achieved is losing a guy that I really liked. I lost this amazing guy and all I’ve been wondering is how stupid I have been.’

“Did you mean that?”, you look up. Calum is standing right in front of you.

You gasp a bit and nod. “I meant every word. Calum I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done it”

“So you think you love me?”, he refers to your story.

“No. I know I love you. I’ve falling so hard so quick for you”, you get up. Your body’s almost touching. “What are you doing here?” you ask confused when you remember again where you are.

“I missed you”, he places his hand on your cheek, gently brushing it with his thumb.

“I’ve missed you too”, you close your eyes for a second, enjoying his touch.

“So where are you going?”

“I’m quitting. I want to write about stuff that matter, so I’m off to an interview”

“You don’t need to go anywhere else to write, with your talent you can write everywhere you want”

“You’re too sweet for me”

“It’s because I love you”, he stairs you deep in your eyes.

“You love me?”

“Yeah, I love you (Y/N). Can we start over? I don’t want to miss you anymore” you heavily nod yes. He gently pushes his lips on yours. You’ve missed this feeling of his lips against yours, the way he makes them all tingly.